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Galatea and the Gryffindors.
Harry sighed as he lay on his luxurious four-post bed, draperies shut. He had had no idea what Mirabelle went through in the last year. In part because he was too involved with Young and ChoAh, a pair of Korean girls who had come to Hogwarts in an exchange program. Young had a much better personality, but ChoAh was prettier, and distinctly resembled Cho Chang. He figured they might be cousins or something similar. Between the two, he was given very little time to spend with friends: ChoAh's constant flirting, and Young's kind, shy attraction left him dazed. Luckily, they weren't back this year. Yes, Harry enjoyed their company, but it was a little too overwhelming for him to handle all at once. Somehow it seemed that if he had been less preoccupied with the girls, Mirabelle wouldn't have come to this pain, this unbearable hurt.
Now he was determined to find a way to fix it all. There must be a way to make it better! That damn Malfoy. All he ever does is hurt people, and now Mirabelle had fallen victim to his latest treachery. Suddenly, Harry realized something! All he had to do.yes.Make Malfoy hurt as badly as Belle did. That would be the solution. Revenge.
In the dungeons, a pale, androgynously beautiful youth lay on his bed, staring blankly upwards. A nearly undetectable smile lightened his intense features as the thoughts fleeted through his mind. Smooth, fair skin, pink lips, emerald eyes.Silky, wild raven locks, and the scar.Harry. It seemed that everything dulled in comparison to him. Even the rarest, most stunning rose seemed harsh and ugly when stood next to the Boy Who Lived. He was so lovely and fragile, it was a wonder the slightest breeze did not shatter him; but not even that magnified a thousand times could break the most magnificent angel such as Harry was. Divinity cannot be destroyed, and to Draco, Harry was the most divine, worthy of godlike stature.
With a blissful yet melancholy sigh, the Slytherin boy turned over onto his stomach. Of course, he had to fall in love with his worst enemy, and naturally he had to go and break the heart of one the best friends of his love. Those accursed gods of irony! Oh well.
'And just how the hell did I let him convince me I didn't love!' Thought Draco furiously. 'That bastard calls himself my father.then again I probably couldn't have loved at that time. If it weren't for Belle, I dunno if I could even care at all. Why can't I just love Belle? She's nice, she's pretty, she's a girl.' He lay silent for a moment before a flash of understanding hit him. His eyes widened gruesomely for a moment before he opened his mouth wide.
Mirabelle, Harry, Ron, and Hermione suddenly looked at each other.
"Did you hear that?" asked Harry.
"Sounded like a scream from the dungeons." said Mirabelle.
"Maybe Malfoy's getting what he deserves." Ron replied. Mirabelle looked as though he had slapped her.
"And just what does Draco deserve?" she asked softly. Ron's expression turned perplexed.
"You just called him Draco. Since when is he Draco? And furthermore, we all know he deserves nothing less than a good kick up the arse." The redhead stated firmly. Suddenly Mirabelle's eyes seemed to pop out and she hid her mouth, shaking silently. Hermione and Harry looked concerned, while Ron continued looking like.well, Ron.
"What's the matter?" Hermione asked gently. Mirabelle couldn't contain it any longer as she burst into howls of laughter.
"I-I, well, okay. This is a secret but.Ha! Hehehe.. EEEEE. Okay.It's just that when Ron said that Draco needed a kick up the arse, I immediately thought, 'Yeah, but that's where he wants Harry.'" Her grin widened at the disgusted looks on their faces. Harry pulled a face.
"Eurgh. You have got the nastiest mind, Mira. As if he even liked me anyway," said Harry. 'Although I wish he did.' Harry gasped in surprise. 'Where the hell did that come from?!' was his next thought as the raven- haired boy smacked himself in the forehead.
The three watched amusedly as Harry's face twisted around into several expressions as he silently had a conversation with himself, often gesturing wildly. When he began to hop around like a bunny while gnashing his teeth, they started to edge away worriedly.
~Later that evening~
An outraged shriek came from the Slytherin commons, followed by three resounding thuds, echoing each other perfectly. Blaise Zabini rushed to get Draco, who lay as he had been for the past four hours.
"Draco! Draco! Get up! There's trouble in the commons. These three new girls showed up and got in a fight with Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle!" he informed the once blonde boy as he dragged him to his feet. Draco groaned, finally blinking.
"How many times do I have to tell those three to stop terrorizing the first years?" Draco muttered irritably. Blaise stopped and raised his eyebrows, looking at Malfoy intensely.
"But they're the ones that're knocked out. And the girls aren't first year, either, judging by how they look. I'd say they're fifth or sixth." He said. "I though you might have known them, being Slytherin's head prefect." Draco shook his head just as they entered the common room.
One girl had short, hacked off black hair and eerily pale eyes, another had shoulder length hair that resembled Mirabelle's, but dark indigo; she was very skinny, almost unhealthily so, and wore huge silver headphones that matched her all black apparel. The third girl looked like a model, with a small body but exuding power, and her waist-length silver hair streaked with icy blue was spiraled around her pretty but cold face.
Despite past experiences, Draco was quick to judge by appearances. The first would be a tomboy, seeing as she wore baggy, bright orange boy's cargos and a pain, slightly fitted white t-shirt. The next was quiet, morbid, and artistic, because her black ribbed turtleneck showed concealment (How do you do that?) but when paired with a slender, barely trumpeted long skirt of the same color, it made for artistic elegance. He was quite accurate in that one. The last seemed that she would be not only the most feminine, but also the most normal. She wore an apparently expensive blood red silk shirt, which appeared to be finely tailored as it fit her perfectly. It was untucked over a pair of black wide-leg trousers with pinstripes in the same shade as her shirt. Stack heel loafers on her feet and a wide leather belt resting over her hips made her look even more like a model, and sophistication permeated her very being.
Naturally, Draco was at least partially correct, which was expected as he had had much experience in such matters.
Sidhe was the first to speak, coming towards Draco with two long strides, she grinned broadly and stuck out her hand.
"Sidhe Menewathien Shivlomb, glad to meet ya." She said, shaking his hand firmly. Draco had the distinct impression that he knew her from somewhere, but couldn't think of where it might have been. His thoughts were interrupted as the blonde girl approached as though strutting down a catwalk. She gracefully put a slender, long-fingered hand out, palm up.
"My name is Galatea Celestianne Fleurdeblanche. Your acquaintance is welcome." Her voice was deeper than Draco had been expecting, and it had a powerful, regal tone to it. She paused with her hand still out. Draco suddenly realized what to do, and kissed the pale olive flesh.
Finally Voletta glided over with small, deliberately slow steps. Keeping her arms at hers sides, she softly stated, "Voletta Ophelia DuSang," before retreating back to her perch at the arm of the nearby sofa. Now that the newcomers were introduced, they looked at Draco expectantly, except for Voletta, who stared into the tiny blue flame she held in her palm.
"My name is Draco Lucius Malfoy. It's a pleasure to meet you lovely ladies. I do hope to get along on at least fair terms with you all. If you would excuse me now, I have some business to attend to." He had expected the girls to just let him go, and they did, but Galatea's short nod suggested that she had authority to excuse the boy. He didn't like that. Nevertheless, he stepped over Pansy to revive Crabbe and Goyle. After enervating them, they stood, and Draco turned away to his room. When he looked behind to see what was keeping them, he saw them staring helplessly at him, while standing just in front of Galatea. "Come." He ordered. To his dismay, after the two thugs took a few steps, Galatea's cold voice commanded them to stay with her. And they did.
Draco did not like her. Not one bit did he appreciate Galatea's actions, manner, or being. Sidhe was friendly enough, and she also seemed to side against Galatea, passionately arguing with her, as no one else would. Then again, Sidhe was passionate about everything. Voletta seemed to distrust Galatea, but she was very quiet and cold. Not cold like Galatea's frozen steel, Voletta was cold like Hell frozen over. She seemed to stay in her room all the time, although she sometimes sat in a plain, armless wooden chair in the middle of an empty room, staring into nothing. In just a week, Draco had fallen to second in command against Galatea. It was not as though they were different levels on the same scale though, it was more like a war in which one side had more power and support than the other.
On the Gryffindor end, the Slytherins seemed the same. Had it not been for Sidhe and Voletta, Galatea would have made things much worse, but the two girls helped cancel out the negatives. So, while negative effects increased, so did the positive, making the status absolutely unchanging.
But unchanged things could not remain, for late one night, one centaur looked away from the sky to gaze at his counterpart next to him.
"The great change is soon upon us. Destined are the chosen to have their past as a future."
How's that?! I liked it.Anyway, whaddaya think of the three new girls? They're OC's (obviously) from other HP fanfics I've been writing. However, I suddenly realized a couple of days ago that my stories were all so similar that I might as well just put my characters into one story. PLEASE REVIEW!!! I promise I'll love you forever!
Galatea and the Gryffindors.
Harry sighed as he lay on his luxurious four-post bed, draperies shut. He had had no idea what Mirabelle went through in the last year. In part because he was too involved with Young and ChoAh, a pair of Korean girls who had come to Hogwarts in an exchange program. Young had a much better personality, but ChoAh was prettier, and distinctly resembled Cho Chang. He figured they might be cousins or something similar. Between the two, he was given very little time to spend with friends: ChoAh's constant flirting, and Young's kind, shy attraction left him dazed. Luckily, they weren't back this year. Yes, Harry enjoyed their company, but it was a little too overwhelming for him to handle all at once. Somehow it seemed that if he had been less preoccupied with the girls, Mirabelle wouldn't have come to this pain, this unbearable hurt.
Now he was determined to find a way to fix it all. There must be a way to make it better! That damn Malfoy. All he ever does is hurt people, and now Mirabelle had fallen victim to his latest treachery. Suddenly, Harry realized something! All he had to do.yes.Make Malfoy hurt as badly as Belle did. That would be the solution. Revenge.
In the dungeons, a pale, androgynously beautiful youth lay on his bed, staring blankly upwards. A nearly undetectable smile lightened his intense features as the thoughts fleeted through his mind. Smooth, fair skin, pink lips, emerald eyes.Silky, wild raven locks, and the scar.Harry. It seemed that everything dulled in comparison to him. Even the rarest, most stunning rose seemed harsh and ugly when stood next to the Boy Who Lived. He was so lovely and fragile, it was a wonder the slightest breeze did not shatter him; but not even that magnified a thousand times could break the most magnificent angel such as Harry was. Divinity cannot be destroyed, and to Draco, Harry was the most divine, worthy of godlike stature.
With a blissful yet melancholy sigh, the Slytherin boy turned over onto his stomach. Of course, he had to fall in love with his worst enemy, and naturally he had to go and break the heart of one the best friends of his love. Those accursed gods of irony! Oh well.
'And just how the hell did I let him convince me I didn't love!' Thought Draco furiously. 'That bastard calls himself my father.then again I probably couldn't have loved at that time. If it weren't for Belle, I dunno if I could even care at all. Why can't I just love Belle? She's nice, she's pretty, she's a girl.' He lay silent for a moment before a flash of understanding hit him. His eyes widened gruesomely for a moment before he opened his mouth wide.
Mirabelle, Harry, Ron, and Hermione suddenly looked at each other.
"Did you hear that?" asked Harry.
"Sounded like a scream from the dungeons." said Mirabelle.
"Maybe Malfoy's getting what he deserves." Ron replied. Mirabelle looked as though he had slapped her.
"And just what does Draco deserve?" she asked softly. Ron's expression turned perplexed.
"You just called him Draco. Since when is he Draco? And furthermore, we all know he deserves nothing less than a good kick up the arse." The redhead stated firmly. Suddenly Mirabelle's eyes seemed to pop out and she hid her mouth, shaking silently. Hermione and Harry looked concerned, while Ron continued looking like.well, Ron.
"What's the matter?" Hermione asked gently. Mirabelle couldn't contain it any longer as she burst into howls of laughter.
"I-I, well, okay. This is a secret but.Ha! Hehehe.. EEEEE. Okay.It's just that when Ron said that Draco needed a kick up the arse, I immediately thought, 'Yeah, but that's where he wants Harry.'" Her grin widened at the disgusted looks on their faces. Harry pulled a face.
"Eurgh. You have got the nastiest mind, Mira. As if he even liked me anyway," said Harry. 'Although I wish he did.' Harry gasped in surprise. 'Where the hell did that come from?!' was his next thought as the raven- haired boy smacked himself in the forehead.
The three watched amusedly as Harry's face twisted around into several expressions as he silently had a conversation with himself, often gesturing wildly. When he began to hop around like a bunny while gnashing his teeth, they started to edge away worriedly.
~Later that evening~
An outraged shriek came from the Slytherin commons, followed by three resounding thuds, echoing each other perfectly. Blaise Zabini rushed to get Draco, who lay as he had been for the past four hours.
"Draco! Draco! Get up! There's trouble in the commons. These three new girls showed up and got in a fight with Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle!" he informed the once blonde boy as he dragged him to his feet. Draco groaned, finally blinking.
"How many times do I have to tell those three to stop terrorizing the first years?" Draco muttered irritably. Blaise stopped and raised his eyebrows, looking at Malfoy intensely.
"But they're the ones that're knocked out. And the girls aren't first year, either, judging by how they look. I'd say they're fifth or sixth." He said. "I though you might have known them, being Slytherin's head prefect." Draco shook his head just as they entered the common room.
One girl had short, hacked off black hair and eerily pale eyes, another had shoulder length hair that resembled Mirabelle's, but dark indigo; she was very skinny, almost unhealthily so, and wore huge silver headphones that matched her all black apparel. The third girl looked like a model, with a small body but exuding power, and her waist-length silver hair streaked with icy blue was spiraled around her pretty but cold face.
Despite past experiences, Draco was quick to judge by appearances. The first would be a tomboy, seeing as she wore baggy, bright orange boy's cargos and a pain, slightly fitted white t-shirt. The next was quiet, morbid, and artistic, because her black ribbed turtleneck showed concealment (How do you do that?) but when paired with a slender, barely trumpeted long skirt of the same color, it made for artistic elegance. He was quite accurate in that one. The last seemed that she would be not only the most feminine, but also the most normal. She wore an apparently expensive blood red silk shirt, which appeared to be finely tailored as it fit her perfectly. It was untucked over a pair of black wide-leg trousers with pinstripes in the same shade as her shirt. Stack heel loafers on her feet and a wide leather belt resting over her hips made her look even more like a model, and sophistication permeated her very being.
Naturally, Draco was at least partially correct, which was expected as he had had much experience in such matters.
Sidhe was the first to speak, coming towards Draco with two long strides, she grinned broadly and stuck out her hand.
"Sidhe Menewathien Shivlomb, glad to meet ya." She said, shaking his hand firmly. Draco had the distinct impression that he knew her from somewhere, but couldn't think of where it might have been. His thoughts were interrupted as the blonde girl approached as though strutting down a catwalk. She gracefully put a slender, long-fingered hand out, palm up.
"My name is Galatea Celestianne Fleurdeblanche. Your acquaintance is welcome." Her voice was deeper than Draco had been expecting, and it had a powerful, regal tone to it. She paused with her hand still out. Draco suddenly realized what to do, and kissed the pale olive flesh.
Finally Voletta glided over with small, deliberately slow steps. Keeping her arms at hers sides, she softly stated, "Voletta Ophelia DuSang," before retreating back to her perch at the arm of the nearby sofa. Now that the newcomers were introduced, they looked at Draco expectantly, except for Voletta, who stared into the tiny blue flame she held in her palm.
"My name is Draco Lucius Malfoy. It's a pleasure to meet you lovely ladies. I do hope to get along on at least fair terms with you all. If you would excuse me now, I have some business to attend to." He had expected the girls to just let him go, and they did, but Galatea's short nod suggested that she had authority to excuse the boy. He didn't like that. Nevertheless, he stepped over Pansy to revive Crabbe and Goyle. After enervating them, they stood, and Draco turned away to his room. When he looked behind to see what was keeping them, he saw them staring helplessly at him, while standing just in front of Galatea. "Come." He ordered. To his dismay, after the two thugs took a few steps, Galatea's cold voice commanded them to stay with her. And they did.
Draco did not like her. Not one bit did he appreciate Galatea's actions, manner, or being. Sidhe was friendly enough, and she also seemed to side against Galatea, passionately arguing with her, as no one else would. Then again, Sidhe was passionate about everything. Voletta seemed to distrust Galatea, but she was very quiet and cold. Not cold like Galatea's frozen steel, Voletta was cold like Hell frozen over. She seemed to stay in her room all the time, although she sometimes sat in a plain, armless wooden chair in the middle of an empty room, staring into nothing. In just a week, Draco had fallen to second in command against Galatea. It was not as though they were different levels on the same scale though, it was more like a war in which one side had more power and support than the other.
On the Gryffindor end, the Slytherins seemed the same. Had it not been for Sidhe and Voletta, Galatea would have made things much worse, but the two girls helped cancel out the negatives. So, while negative effects increased, so did the positive, making the status absolutely unchanging.
But unchanged things could not remain, for late one night, one centaur looked away from the sky to gaze at his counterpart next to him.
"The great change is soon upon us. Destined are the chosen to have their past as a future."
How's that?! I liked it.Anyway, whaddaya think of the three new girls? They're OC's (obviously) from other HP fanfics I've been writing. However, I suddenly realized a couple of days ago that my stories were all so similar that I might as well just put my characters into one story. PLEASE REVIEW!!! I promise I'll love you forever!