Chapter 10 Accused
It was the night of the first day of their journey to walk to Hogwarts. They had ditched the broomsticks because they had scared a little muggle child. They thought it was for the best to act as muggle as possible. James seemed to stop giving Aphelia the 'hottie' remarks after he had found out she was a Potter. Reading his mind she found out that he thought she was out of his league, that she was almost royalty. She thought it was more than that, though. She believed that he didn't like the Potter's very much, but she didn't really understand why. Draco and she had gotten it off very well in the beginning- oh wait, she was evil though, wasn't she? But still! They were together even when she wasn't evil so what was the problem?
" Oh Draco, I forgot to tell you that the whole Slytherin house misses you! They held like this big party for you when I was insane, and we made a shrine of you! I think I still have one of my stuffed kittens on it!" she joked right in front of James, hoping he'd take the bate.
"You were in Slytherin house?" he asked, curiously, "isn't that where all the dark wizards came from?" he asked, this time suspiciously. Aphelia smiled.
"Oh, James, did it ever occur to you that I may be evil?" Aphelia asked in one of her most seductive tons. Draco felt as if someone had just ripped his heart out and fed it to a Norwegian Ridgeback. Sure he hated Aphelia, but that was the line she had gave to him. He stalked to his tent feeling even more pissed than ever.
"What's his problem?" James asked while he watched Draco storm away as he usually did.
"I don't know," she lied, for she did know; only she noticed a little too late. During her first sorting she was caught between Slytherin and Gryffindor, when she was into Slytherin she had told Draco the exact same thing, " Listen, can you stay out here for a minute? I need to talk to Draco…Alone," Aphelia half asked, and half told. James did as ordered; he seemed to always do so. She entered the tent and sat down next to Draco.
"What do YOU want?" he asked as he sneered at her, but instead of frowning she smiled, for that sneer is what got her hooked on him in the first place. She put a hand on his shoulder, but took it away as she felt him tense up.
"Listen, I'm REALLY sorry about what I said to him back there! I wasn't paying attention! That's like a reflex to say to people when they ask me that!" she said apologetically.
"Why should you care about me? We hate each other, don't you remember? Why don't you go out there with your new 'boy toy!'" he whispered, but she could tell that he wanted to yell it at her, and he would have if James wasn't out there.
"It's a spell," was all she could say.
"Excuse me? What was that? What did you say?" he asked her in a hushed tone. She looked down at her hands.
"We were put under a spell by your father and Voldemort. That's the reason we hated each other, the ONLY reason. That sort of broke the spell for me, but I didn't tell you," she whispered.
"Aphelia, don't you lie to me! I refuse to believe you! If I TRULY loved you in the first place I wouldn't have let the spell come over me!" he said and h stalked out of the tent.
" I love you, too!" she whispered to herself as a tear streamed down her cheek. She laid her head down on his sleeping bag and fell asleep as tears stained his bag.
It was the night of the first day of their journey to walk to Hogwarts. They had ditched the broomsticks because they had scared a little muggle child. They thought it was for the best to act as muggle as possible. James seemed to stop giving Aphelia the 'hottie' remarks after he had found out she was a Potter. Reading his mind she found out that he thought she was out of his league, that she was almost royalty. She thought it was more than that, though. She believed that he didn't like the Potter's very much, but she didn't really understand why. Draco and she had gotten it off very well in the beginning- oh wait, she was evil though, wasn't she? But still! They were together even when she wasn't evil so what was the problem?
" Oh Draco, I forgot to tell you that the whole Slytherin house misses you! They held like this big party for you when I was insane, and we made a shrine of you! I think I still have one of my stuffed kittens on it!" she joked right in front of James, hoping he'd take the bate.
"You were in Slytherin house?" he asked, curiously, "isn't that where all the dark wizards came from?" he asked, this time suspiciously. Aphelia smiled.
"Oh, James, did it ever occur to you that I may be evil?" Aphelia asked in one of her most seductive tons. Draco felt as if someone had just ripped his heart out and fed it to a Norwegian Ridgeback. Sure he hated Aphelia, but that was the line she had gave to him. He stalked to his tent feeling even more pissed than ever.
"What's his problem?" James asked while he watched Draco storm away as he usually did.
"I don't know," she lied, for she did know; only she noticed a little too late. During her first sorting she was caught between Slytherin and Gryffindor, when she was into Slytherin she had told Draco the exact same thing, " Listen, can you stay out here for a minute? I need to talk to Draco…Alone," Aphelia half asked, and half told. James did as ordered; he seemed to always do so. She entered the tent and sat down next to Draco.
"What do YOU want?" he asked as he sneered at her, but instead of frowning she smiled, for that sneer is what got her hooked on him in the first place. She put a hand on his shoulder, but took it away as she felt him tense up.
"Listen, I'm REALLY sorry about what I said to him back there! I wasn't paying attention! That's like a reflex to say to people when they ask me that!" she said apologetically.
"Why should you care about me? We hate each other, don't you remember? Why don't you go out there with your new 'boy toy!'" he whispered, but she could tell that he wanted to yell it at her, and he would have if James wasn't out there.
"It's a spell," was all she could say.
"Excuse me? What was that? What did you say?" he asked her in a hushed tone. She looked down at her hands.
"We were put under a spell by your father and Voldemort. That's the reason we hated each other, the ONLY reason. That sort of broke the spell for me, but I didn't tell you," she whispered.
"Aphelia, don't you lie to me! I refuse to believe you! If I TRULY loved you in the first place I wouldn't have let the spell come over me!" he said and h stalked out of the tent.
" I love you, too!" she whispered to herself as a tear streamed down her cheek. She laid her head down on his sleeping bag and fell asleep as tears stained his bag.