Chapter 4
Gilraen sat in her room at the Malfoy Manor. She could here giggles from across the hall. They were from a girl. Draco's room was across the hall. There was a girl in Draco's room. That was the only explanation.
She stepped out of her room and into Draco's without knocking. Big mistake! Draco's muscular chest was exposed and the girl next to him wouldn't have stopped kissing him if Voldemort himself had entered.
"Pansy, stop," Draco managed to mumble. "But why? Weren't you having fun?" Pansy asked sweetly. "I'm sure he was, but I'm not. Hello, I'm Gilraen Lossëhelin, but you can call me Fiona," 'Fiona' said in an over exaggerated manner. "Oh, I'm Pansy Parkington. Draco's girlfriend," she hissed snobbishly and elongated the last word.
Fiona shot a glance at Draco and thought to him, 'I didn't know you had a girlfriend.' Draco bit his lip and his eyes darted around the room.
Fiona ran back into her room so as not to show Pansy her tear streaked face. She started out thinking the summer couldn't get any better. Now, she figured it couldn't get any worse. Her emotions got the best of her and she grabbed her bag. Just as she had surmised, Britain was absolutely horrible. The only thing she could think to do was to go back home.
Her home appeared around her. A thought was pushed into her mind, 'Fiona, I sent you a letter. I don't know when it'll get to you though. There is quite a distance between Napanee and wherever the hell you're staying.'
Fiona looked in her bag, and sure enough there was a letter.
Gilraen, Hi girly! How ya been? Good, I hope. Well, I'm in town for the time being and was wondering if you wanted to stop by. I'd come see you, but I don't know where you are. Anywho, just thought I'd ask. Lots of love,
Celebriän Felagund
'Avril,' she thought. "Get your ass over to my house!"
In an instant, none other than Avril Lavigne herself appeared next to her. "You called?" the 17 year old Avril asked excitedly. "Yes, I did," Fiona replied as she sat down. "How's it been?" "Pretty good. Luthíen's gonna be majorly boring without you. What's your new school called again?" she asked while blowing a bubble with her gum. "Hogwarts. Do you think your mom would let me stay with you over the summer?" "No, not unless she spent an hour talking to your mom about it." Fiona muttered under her breath, "Damn it. The two proceeded to ramble in Elvish. The names Lólindir Arcamenel, Gildor Séregon, and Arwen Eärfalas came up a lot. Translated into English they were Draco Malfoy, Severus Snape, and Pansy Parkington.
The Sun was setting and the girls were sitting in the living room, still jabbing in Elvish. Fiona looked out the window. "Oh no!" She screamed. "The Malfoys eat dinner after sunset. I have to hurry back, or they'll get suspicious."
The two girls hugged and said their goodbyes. Then, they both teleported back home. Well, in Fiona's case, where she was staying. She was leaving home and she wouldn't see it again for a long time.
She was suddenly sitting on her bed at the Malfoy Manor. Draco was sitting right next to her. "Draco! You scared me. What are you doing here?" she exclaimed. "Let me ask you a better question, 'What were you doing not here?'" "That isn't any of your business," she snapped. "On the contrary. It is my business to know who is sneaking in and out of my house," he said slyly. "If you want my answer, you'll have to ask me after dinner." And with that, Fiona marched down the stairs and into the dining room.
Dinner was dismal. They hardly spoke at all. The food was plentiful, though. Enough for a small party. Desert was even more rich. Fiona chose a large piece of chocolate cheesecake. Mrs. Malfoy asked her if she would like the entire thing brought up to her room after dinner had ended. The answer was yes.
To deliberately avoid Draco, Fiona spent after dinner in the library. She always spent time in the library if there was one nearby. Unfortunately, Draco found her.
"Thought you'd try to run away again?" he asked as he entered with a bottle of Merlot, two wine glasses, and a chocolate cheesecake. "How did you find me?" she asked sweetly. "I asked Nina," he stated. "Is she another girlfriend," Fiona remarked. "No, she's a maid." "Oh," she whispered quietly. She picked up a glass of wine that Draco had just poured for her. "I can't drink this." "Sure you can," he said taking the glass from her. He pressed it against her lips an whispered, "Just take a sip."
She did as she was told. Then, she took the wine glass in her own hand and proceeded to drink more. Draco took a bit of cake and placed it in her mouth. It was so romantic. Entirely too romantic.
Draco leaned in close and wrapped his arms around her. Fiona tried to pull away, but she couldn't. He was too much stronger than she was.
Fiona wanted to run away. But she couldn't. She was frozen to the spot. At last, she pushed Draco onto the floor and then collapsed into a chair.
"So," he said breathy, "you wanted to talk to me?" "No," her voice quivered. "I didn't want to talk to you. You wanted to talk to me. But I guess I'll start.
"You now, you could have told me about Pansy. I wouldn't have cared. But you didn't tell me, so I care. It was embarrassing. I thought I had pretty good chances with you. That day in Diagon Alley. There aren't any words to express how I feel." She paused and then realized, "There was a truth potion in that wine, but you drank it, too. You did it so you could tell me of your thoughts. That's why we almost kissed. It was the truth. What we both wanted. But you know what else is the truth? I love you, but at the exact same time, I hate you."
She left him sitting there dumfounded and the only thing he could say was, "I'm sorry."
Gilraen sat in her room at the Malfoy Manor. She could here giggles from across the hall. They were from a girl. Draco's room was across the hall. There was a girl in Draco's room. That was the only explanation.
She stepped out of her room and into Draco's without knocking. Big mistake! Draco's muscular chest was exposed and the girl next to him wouldn't have stopped kissing him if Voldemort himself had entered.
"Pansy, stop," Draco managed to mumble. "But why? Weren't you having fun?" Pansy asked sweetly. "I'm sure he was, but I'm not. Hello, I'm Gilraen Lossëhelin, but you can call me Fiona," 'Fiona' said in an over exaggerated manner. "Oh, I'm Pansy Parkington. Draco's girlfriend," she hissed snobbishly and elongated the last word.
Fiona shot a glance at Draco and thought to him, 'I didn't know you had a girlfriend.' Draco bit his lip and his eyes darted around the room.
Fiona ran back into her room so as not to show Pansy her tear streaked face. She started out thinking the summer couldn't get any better. Now, she figured it couldn't get any worse. Her emotions got the best of her and she grabbed her bag. Just as she had surmised, Britain was absolutely horrible. The only thing she could think to do was to go back home.
Her home appeared around her. A thought was pushed into her mind, 'Fiona, I sent you a letter. I don't know when it'll get to you though. There is quite a distance between Napanee and wherever the hell you're staying.'
Fiona looked in her bag, and sure enough there was a letter.
Gilraen, Hi girly! How ya been? Good, I hope. Well, I'm in town for the time being and was wondering if you wanted to stop by. I'd come see you, but I don't know where you are. Anywho, just thought I'd ask. Lots of love,
Celebriän Felagund
'Avril,' she thought. "Get your ass over to my house!"
In an instant, none other than Avril Lavigne herself appeared next to her. "You called?" the 17 year old Avril asked excitedly. "Yes, I did," Fiona replied as she sat down. "How's it been?" "Pretty good. Luthíen's gonna be majorly boring without you. What's your new school called again?" she asked while blowing a bubble with her gum. "Hogwarts. Do you think your mom would let me stay with you over the summer?" "No, not unless she spent an hour talking to your mom about it." Fiona muttered under her breath, "Damn it. The two proceeded to ramble in Elvish. The names Lólindir Arcamenel, Gildor Séregon, and Arwen Eärfalas came up a lot. Translated into English they were Draco Malfoy, Severus Snape, and Pansy Parkington.
The Sun was setting and the girls were sitting in the living room, still jabbing in Elvish. Fiona looked out the window. "Oh no!" She screamed. "The Malfoys eat dinner after sunset. I have to hurry back, or they'll get suspicious."
The two girls hugged and said their goodbyes. Then, they both teleported back home. Well, in Fiona's case, where she was staying. She was leaving home and she wouldn't see it again for a long time.
She was suddenly sitting on her bed at the Malfoy Manor. Draco was sitting right next to her. "Draco! You scared me. What are you doing here?" she exclaimed. "Let me ask you a better question, 'What were you doing not here?'" "That isn't any of your business," she snapped. "On the contrary. It is my business to know who is sneaking in and out of my house," he said slyly. "If you want my answer, you'll have to ask me after dinner." And with that, Fiona marched down the stairs and into the dining room.
Dinner was dismal. They hardly spoke at all. The food was plentiful, though. Enough for a small party. Desert was even more rich. Fiona chose a large piece of chocolate cheesecake. Mrs. Malfoy asked her if she would like the entire thing brought up to her room after dinner had ended. The answer was yes.
To deliberately avoid Draco, Fiona spent after dinner in the library. She always spent time in the library if there was one nearby. Unfortunately, Draco found her.
"Thought you'd try to run away again?" he asked as he entered with a bottle of Merlot, two wine glasses, and a chocolate cheesecake. "How did you find me?" she asked sweetly. "I asked Nina," he stated. "Is she another girlfriend," Fiona remarked. "No, she's a maid." "Oh," she whispered quietly. She picked up a glass of wine that Draco had just poured for her. "I can't drink this." "Sure you can," he said taking the glass from her. He pressed it against her lips an whispered, "Just take a sip."
She did as she was told. Then, she took the wine glass in her own hand and proceeded to drink more. Draco took a bit of cake and placed it in her mouth. It was so romantic. Entirely too romantic.
Draco leaned in close and wrapped his arms around her. Fiona tried to pull away, but she couldn't. He was too much stronger than she was.
Fiona wanted to run away. But she couldn't. She was frozen to the spot. At last, she pushed Draco onto the floor and then collapsed into a chair.
"So," he said breathy, "you wanted to talk to me?" "No," her voice quivered. "I didn't want to talk to you. You wanted to talk to me. But I guess I'll start.
"You now, you could have told me about Pansy. I wouldn't have cared. But you didn't tell me, so I care. It was embarrassing. I thought I had pretty good chances with you. That day in Diagon Alley. There aren't any words to express how I feel." She paused and then realized, "There was a truth potion in that wine, but you drank it, too. You did it so you could tell me of your thoughts. That's why we almost kissed. It was the truth. What we both wanted. But you know what else is the truth? I love you, but at the exact same time, I hate you."
She left him sitting there dumfounded and the only thing he could say was, "I'm sorry."