No, I'm not J. K. Rowling. Although I do steal her cloths and wear them and
watch her every move. LOL I'm just kidding. But anyway, I do not own Harry
Potter. Although I do own the characters Faida and Tobias in this story. So
you cant have them!!!! They belong to me!!!!!!! ^_^ * evil laughs of
hysteria *
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A blinding little filled Faida's gaze. She had to cover her eyes with her hand to block the light as she winced in pain. She could feel a headache coming on. The girl's body was weak and she felt like she needed to sleep for a few more years, but sleep would not be able to come. She was wide- awake. And she realized someone was watching her.
Faida looked up to see an old man sitting beside her. He was a kind and gentle looking man. He had long white hair and a long beard to match. Although he looked old, he still had a twinkle in his eyes that you only saw in children. Faida instantly felt drawn to this man.
"Hello my dear. You finally decide to wake up?" the old man said with a wide smile.
"Umm... yeah I guess. I don't mean to be rude, but, who are you?" she asked, suddenly very confused. Her head began to pound harder as she looked around the room. The room was very big and was packed with beds with white linen sheets. "And where am I?"
"My name is Professor, and headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore. Do you remember anything?" the man said in a concerned voice. So this was the famed wizard she had heard of. He did seem familiar. She had never met him, only written to him. But on to his question. Did she remember anything? No, she didn't. She couldn't remember getting hurt or anything.
"What happened?" Faida asked.
"Well, I don't know what was going on between you and the sorting hat, but after he proclaimed you to Slytherin you seemed to go mad. You DESTROYED the sorting hat. You seemed to be possessed. You were glowing and screaming. Then you just stopped and passed out. We took you to the infirmary right away, where you are now. Do you not remember any of this?"
Faida listened in shock. No, she did not remember. All she could remember was the hat saying something about ."even if it is not in your mind, it runs through your blood." Then nothing. Next thing she knew she was in this room. How could she do something like that? She would never DESTROY anything with no reason!
"How. how could I do that? Oh god. did anyone get hurt? Is the hat all right? Oh. I'm so sorry." Then it hit her. She could be expelled! It wasn't an everyday crime that you burned the priceless sorting hat to ashes! All her hopes for a normal life were suddenly shattered and gone, as quickly as the hat. Her life was over before it had begun. "I suppose I'll be getting expelled for this huh?" Faida was struggling to hold back tears.
"Oh child. It is all right. I was able to put the hat back together. You do not think that our ancestors would leave us with out a way to get the hat back do you? No, the hat is too valuable. And you should always have insurance for what is valuable. But anyway, do not think on it Faida. I know it was not your fault. You were not yourself." Dumbledore said sweetly. But his gentle words did not make Faida feel better. She no longer held back the tears as they rolled down her checks.
"How could it not have been my fault? I did it! How could I?" Faida shivered. If she could do something like that without thinking, what really was the extent of her powers? She had always been very blessed when it had come to magical energy. Her parents had always told her that she could do simple spells even when she was only two, and she could control them too. It wasn't the sudden bursts of magic that most toddlers went through.
"Well, considering the circumstances, no one is to blame." The wise man placed his hand on her shoulder to comfort her sobbing. Faida looked up at the man through her tears.
"Circumstances?" she didn't understand. What was he trying to say?
Dumbledore smiled. "I suppose you should know."
"Know what?"
"What you are."
"What am I?"
"It is nothing bad my dear, nothing bad at all. It is all how you see it. It's in you're blood. Your blood is the same as-"
"WHERE THE HELL IS SHE?!?!?!"
Dumbledore was cut off suddenly by a loud cry and the door slamming open. In came Tobias running toward her. A plump woman in white robes followed him, looking very pissed and ruffled. Faida assumed this was the nurse of the hospital wing. She was about to object Tobias' loud entry, but Dumbledore gave her a dismissing nod. She sighed and mumbled something nasty under her breath before walking out and closing the door behind her. Tobias reached the bed and quickly examined her, making sure no part was damaged.
"Well, I see you're ok for the most part. So now. WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED!?!?!" the vampire screamed. Faida couldn't help but give a light smile through her sobs. She knew he was really worried despite his harsh tones; he always was hiding behind his attitude. But he didn't fool Faida for a second. She smiled up at him.
"I'm fine Tobias. No need to worry."
Tobias crossed his arms over his chest and grunted. "I wasn't worried! Hey. you're crying." He stared at her for a second, noticing the tears. Then he turned to Dumbledore. "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DID YOU SAY TO FAIDA TO MAKE HER CRY!?!?!"
Dumbledore laughed heartily. "I said nothing of the sort, Professor Aquilus. I think she is fine now, now that she is in your company." The old man winked at Tobias and the vampire only rolled his eyes, hiding a light blush. "Well, Ms. Raye, I think you will be alright. Spend the night here just in case, and then you may go to the common rooms tomorrow. You're things have already been taken there. You will start your classes tomorrow also. Here is your schedule." He handed Faida a small piece of parchment, with all her classes and times written on it.
"Thank you Professor. But. what of our conversation?" she asked. She desperately wanted to know what he was about to tell her. She HAD to know.
"Perhaps some other time Ms. Raye. Some other time. Try not to think on it." Then he winked, smiled, and left the room.
"What did he say to you?" Tobias asked curiously.
"It was nothing Tobi- er, Professor Aquilus. Just talking about my classes and such. Nothing more." Faida really didn't want to talk to him about it until she understood it herself.
Tobias looked at her questioningly. He didn't believe a word of it. Why wasn't she talking to him? He could since something was wrong. He could smell a mixture of fear, confusion, and anxiety rolling off of her. Faida always talked to him. He usually couldn't get her to stop. It was odd, her not talking. He didn't like it. He liked her complaining, her need to confide in him. He NEEDED the attention. But he wasn't about to ask her more about it. He wasn't about to let her know he cared. But he did. He cared VERY deeply. But he just sat beside her in silence. Eventually she went to sleep. But he stayed awake and watched her sleep. Tobias loved to watch her sleep. She always looked so pure and innocent when sleeping. He craved that innocence. Innocence he had never known. He had been born a vampire; he had been born a killer. Never had he known the rich innocence of being a child. That's what had first drawn him to Faida, when Dumbledore had brought her to him eight years ago. Dumbledore had always been a close friend of Tobias'. When Tobias was a "teenager" Dumbledore had allowed him to attend Hogwarts. Of course that had been a long time ago. Yes, Tobias was hundred and fourty-two years old now. But he looked the age of nineteen still. It was because of his vampire blood. Most vampires lived to be about four hundred years old if they were lucky. Vampires were not immortal as most uneducated people thought. So, Tobias still considered himself strong and young. Tobias turned his gaze away from Faida to out the window at the moon. It was a quarter moon. It wouldn't be very long until he would have to leave for a few days. Tobias did have his blood lust. And he was reminded of it constantly. But, thanks to Dumbledore, he had been taught how to control his urges. He could now be around normal people without ripping their throats out. But when there was a new moon it was it's worst. Sometimes he would have to leave or tie himself up. He shuddered at the memory of one night. It has a night that he was very badly lusting over Faida. He had had thoughts about her. rapping her. and killing her. these thoughts had scared him. And what scared him more was that he liked the thoughts. He would never hurt her on purpose. He. he loved her. Yes, although his pride would never let him say or express his effection, he did love her deeply. He loved her innocence; he loved how she was happy. She made him happy. He couldn't stand to see her sad, although he had never been able to comfort her. How could he? How could a monster like him ever hope to comfort a gorgeous creature like her? No he didn't dare. He was not worthy of her. But ever since that night he had always tied himself up and would make her go away. He was fine as long as he didn't see her while he was lusting.
Tobias turned back to his sleeping angel. No. she was not his. She would never be his.
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The next morning Madam Promfrey, the nurse, dismissed Faida after one finally checkup. Where should she go now? Oh yes, to the common room. She would have to go get her books and go to her first class. But, she didn't know the way to the common room. She thought of asking someone, but decided to only explore the castle alone, since there was still a couple of hours till classes started.
Everywhere she went people were staring at her. She heard whispers when they thought she wasn't looking. But she heard. She couldn't hear exactly what they said, but she knew it wasn't good. Everyone was dashing away from her like the plague. She sighed to herself and walked on.
She stopped for a minute to examine a painting that caught her eye. It was of a lady. She was in a solid black dress, and she looked very beautiful. And the woman looked oddly familiar. She had long curly black hair. it seemed to glow, it was so silky. And her eyes were a dazzling green. She almost became hypnotized as the dark woman stared back and her mouth formed into a wicked smile. It seemed that the woman was trying to form words. her lips were moving, but no sound was heard. Faida leaned closer. It looked like she was trying to say. blood. pure blood. my blood. your blood.
"It is a beautiful painting isn't it?"
Faida snapped instantly out of her trance. She looked over to see a boy with platinum hair and silver eyes staring at her. She remembered him for the train, Draco Malfoy.
"Umm, yes it is. Very beautiful." She said awkwardly. She wished that he would stop staring at her with that sly smirk. It was driving her crazy. It reminded her of Tobias.
"What?" she snapped, suddenly aggravated with the man.
"Nothing. Chill out," Malfoy laughed. "Don't want you to burn me to ashes now."
Faida felt a stab in her heart as his words hit home. So every one knew. so that's why she had heard whispers and received fearful glances. She didn't blame them, she feared herself.
A few minutes pasted and Malfoy kept on staring. Faida finally grew tired of his smirks and turned to walk away. But before she could take two steps a firm hand on her shoulder stopped her. She turned around to see Malfoy staring at her again. But it wasn't a smirk. It was that same awe filled look he had given her at the train. She looked into his eyes. They were a stormy gray-blue. He had beautiful eyes. She snapped her head back. Why did she always end up staring at him?! Malfoy seemed to regain his smart-ass attitude and a smirk spread over his face again.
"You looked lost. I was going to ask if you needed help before you bit my head off," he said matter-of-factly. He was going to help her? Faida examined him for a minute. What was his catch? But then he smiled charmingly at her and all her suspicions were wiped away. Maybe he had a good side? Maybe.
"Yes, I could use some help."
"The common room is this way."
Faida followed Malfoy through the castle. He showed her where her classes were and where all the mandatory places were. Library, bathrooms, great hall, kitchen, etc. And for some unbelievable reason he managed to stay fairly civil to her. But she did have the feeling he was trying to show off. Faida didn't mind though. She actually kind of liked the attention. She had never been around interested men. Well, except Tobias, but he didn't count! He was like a brother or even an uncle or father to her!
She still got the looks and whispers when people saw her, and although it hurt greatly, she didn't pay much mind to it. She was with Malfoy. One friend was better than none she supposed. But was Malfoy her friend? She didn't know yet. Maybe. She would like them to be friends. Maybe he would be nicer once they got to know each other.
"This is the entrance to the Slytherin common room. The password is pure blood." At the words a door suddenly flew open revealing a small staircase. They walked up it and she was in awe of the splendor of the room. Its was upholstered in green, silver, and black. She had to admit, she liked the way it looked. It had a big cozy fireplace and dozens of chairs and sofas to sit in.
It was then Faida noticed everyone staring at her. She looked around. All the students were sending her looks of ice. One girl stood up and walked over to her.
"How dare you come here!? You don't belong here! Why don't you back to your precise Griffindors! You're no better than them! You filthy bitch!" the girl screamed in her face.
"What?" was all Faida could say. What had she done to make them so mad?
"Don't play innocent! We all heard you when you were blowing up the sorting hat! You screamed, I AM NOT A SLYTHERIN! Well, dammit bitch, it's the house you were put in! And you're ashamed of it! How dare you show your face around HONORABLE slytherins!" Faida could hear shouts and whistles of encouragement from the others. No... She didn't mean to. True, she didn't want to be a slytherin, but she wouldn't have destroyed the hat over THAT!! Faida could feel tears well up in her eyes. She couldn't stand it! She ran up the stairs to her rooms and found her things. She plopped down on the bed and cried until she couldn't anymore. How could they say something like that!? How could they! Faida sobbed until she felt sick. Finally, she looked to check the time. Oh shit! She was late for class! She hurried and grabbed her books and ran to her first class, not even remembering that her eyes were bloodshot and her hair was ruffled.
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Draco watched as the others made fun of Faida. He could have stopped them. They would have listened to him. But no, he wasn't about to get on their bad side for her yet. Draco did admit, he was very attracted to this girl. But his father had warned him about her. Voldemort was looking for her. His lord had been looking for her for years, and now he knew she was at Hogwarts. It was Draco's job to get to her somehow. Perhaps he would make friends with her. Perhaps he would seduce her. He would like that very much. He smiled to himself. Yes. he would like that. But, then again, he couldn't help but feel sorry for the girl when she ran crying up to the dorms. He even felt guilty that he hadn't helped her. Was, he actually starting to care for her? Hell no. don't even think like that Draco, he told himself. It just lust over her. Nothing more. He grinned again at the thought of him seducing her. This would make for a very good game, he thought. He snatched up his books and headed toward his first class.
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A blinding little filled Faida's gaze. She had to cover her eyes with her hand to block the light as she winced in pain. She could feel a headache coming on. The girl's body was weak and she felt like she needed to sleep for a few more years, but sleep would not be able to come. She was wide- awake. And she realized someone was watching her.
Faida looked up to see an old man sitting beside her. He was a kind and gentle looking man. He had long white hair and a long beard to match. Although he looked old, he still had a twinkle in his eyes that you only saw in children. Faida instantly felt drawn to this man.
"Hello my dear. You finally decide to wake up?" the old man said with a wide smile.
"Umm... yeah I guess. I don't mean to be rude, but, who are you?" she asked, suddenly very confused. Her head began to pound harder as she looked around the room. The room was very big and was packed with beds with white linen sheets. "And where am I?"
"My name is Professor, and headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore. Do you remember anything?" the man said in a concerned voice. So this was the famed wizard she had heard of. He did seem familiar. She had never met him, only written to him. But on to his question. Did she remember anything? No, she didn't. She couldn't remember getting hurt or anything.
"What happened?" Faida asked.
"Well, I don't know what was going on between you and the sorting hat, but after he proclaimed you to Slytherin you seemed to go mad. You DESTROYED the sorting hat. You seemed to be possessed. You were glowing and screaming. Then you just stopped and passed out. We took you to the infirmary right away, where you are now. Do you not remember any of this?"
Faida listened in shock. No, she did not remember. All she could remember was the hat saying something about ."even if it is not in your mind, it runs through your blood." Then nothing. Next thing she knew she was in this room. How could she do something like that? She would never DESTROY anything with no reason!
"How. how could I do that? Oh god. did anyone get hurt? Is the hat all right? Oh. I'm so sorry." Then it hit her. She could be expelled! It wasn't an everyday crime that you burned the priceless sorting hat to ashes! All her hopes for a normal life were suddenly shattered and gone, as quickly as the hat. Her life was over before it had begun. "I suppose I'll be getting expelled for this huh?" Faida was struggling to hold back tears.
"Oh child. It is all right. I was able to put the hat back together. You do not think that our ancestors would leave us with out a way to get the hat back do you? No, the hat is too valuable. And you should always have insurance for what is valuable. But anyway, do not think on it Faida. I know it was not your fault. You were not yourself." Dumbledore said sweetly. But his gentle words did not make Faida feel better. She no longer held back the tears as they rolled down her checks.
"How could it not have been my fault? I did it! How could I?" Faida shivered. If she could do something like that without thinking, what really was the extent of her powers? She had always been very blessed when it had come to magical energy. Her parents had always told her that she could do simple spells even when she was only two, and she could control them too. It wasn't the sudden bursts of magic that most toddlers went through.
"Well, considering the circumstances, no one is to blame." The wise man placed his hand on her shoulder to comfort her sobbing. Faida looked up at the man through her tears.
"Circumstances?" she didn't understand. What was he trying to say?
Dumbledore smiled. "I suppose you should know."
"Know what?"
"What you are."
"What am I?"
"It is nothing bad my dear, nothing bad at all. It is all how you see it. It's in you're blood. Your blood is the same as-"
"WHERE THE HELL IS SHE?!?!?!"
Dumbledore was cut off suddenly by a loud cry and the door slamming open. In came Tobias running toward her. A plump woman in white robes followed him, looking very pissed and ruffled. Faida assumed this was the nurse of the hospital wing. She was about to object Tobias' loud entry, but Dumbledore gave her a dismissing nod. She sighed and mumbled something nasty under her breath before walking out and closing the door behind her. Tobias reached the bed and quickly examined her, making sure no part was damaged.
"Well, I see you're ok for the most part. So now. WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED!?!?!" the vampire screamed. Faida couldn't help but give a light smile through her sobs. She knew he was really worried despite his harsh tones; he always was hiding behind his attitude. But he didn't fool Faida for a second. She smiled up at him.
"I'm fine Tobias. No need to worry."
Tobias crossed his arms over his chest and grunted. "I wasn't worried! Hey. you're crying." He stared at her for a second, noticing the tears. Then he turned to Dumbledore. "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DID YOU SAY TO FAIDA TO MAKE HER CRY!?!?!"
Dumbledore laughed heartily. "I said nothing of the sort, Professor Aquilus. I think she is fine now, now that she is in your company." The old man winked at Tobias and the vampire only rolled his eyes, hiding a light blush. "Well, Ms. Raye, I think you will be alright. Spend the night here just in case, and then you may go to the common rooms tomorrow. You're things have already been taken there. You will start your classes tomorrow also. Here is your schedule." He handed Faida a small piece of parchment, with all her classes and times written on it.
"Thank you Professor. But. what of our conversation?" she asked. She desperately wanted to know what he was about to tell her. She HAD to know.
"Perhaps some other time Ms. Raye. Some other time. Try not to think on it." Then he winked, smiled, and left the room.
"What did he say to you?" Tobias asked curiously.
"It was nothing Tobi- er, Professor Aquilus. Just talking about my classes and such. Nothing more." Faida really didn't want to talk to him about it until she understood it herself.
Tobias looked at her questioningly. He didn't believe a word of it. Why wasn't she talking to him? He could since something was wrong. He could smell a mixture of fear, confusion, and anxiety rolling off of her. Faida always talked to him. He usually couldn't get her to stop. It was odd, her not talking. He didn't like it. He liked her complaining, her need to confide in him. He NEEDED the attention. But he wasn't about to ask her more about it. He wasn't about to let her know he cared. But he did. He cared VERY deeply. But he just sat beside her in silence. Eventually she went to sleep. But he stayed awake and watched her sleep. Tobias loved to watch her sleep. She always looked so pure and innocent when sleeping. He craved that innocence. Innocence he had never known. He had been born a vampire; he had been born a killer. Never had he known the rich innocence of being a child. That's what had first drawn him to Faida, when Dumbledore had brought her to him eight years ago. Dumbledore had always been a close friend of Tobias'. When Tobias was a "teenager" Dumbledore had allowed him to attend Hogwarts. Of course that had been a long time ago. Yes, Tobias was hundred and fourty-two years old now. But he looked the age of nineteen still. It was because of his vampire blood. Most vampires lived to be about four hundred years old if they were lucky. Vampires were not immortal as most uneducated people thought. So, Tobias still considered himself strong and young. Tobias turned his gaze away from Faida to out the window at the moon. It was a quarter moon. It wouldn't be very long until he would have to leave for a few days. Tobias did have his blood lust. And he was reminded of it constantly. But, thanks to Dumbledore, he had been taught how to control his urges. He could now be around normal people without ripping their throats out. But when there was a new moon it was it's worst. Sometimes he would have to leave or tie himself up. He shuddered at the memory of one night. It has a night that he was very badly lusting over Faida. He had had thoughts about her. rapping her. and killing her. these thoughts had scared him. And what scared him more was that he liked the thoughts. He would never hurt her on purpose. He. he loved her. Yes, although his pride would never let him say or express his effection, he did love her deeply. He loved her innocence; he loved how she was happy. She made him happy. He couldn't stand to see her sad, although he had never been able to comfort her. How could he? How could a monster like him ever hope to comfort a gorgeous creature like her? No he didn't dare. He was not worthy of her. But ever since that night he had always tied himself up and would make her go away. He was fine as long as he didn't see her while he was lusting.
Tobias turned back to his sleeping angel. No. she was not his. She would never be his.
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The next morning Madam Promfrey, the nurse, dismissed Faida after one finally checkup. Where should she go now? Oh yes, to the common room. She would have to go get her books and go to her first class. But, she didn't know the way to the common room. She thought of asking someone, but decided to only explore the castle alone, since there was still a couple of hours till classes started.
Everywhere she went people were staring at her. She heard whispers when they thought she wasn't looking. But she heard. She couldn't hear exactly what they said, but she knew it wasn't good. Everyone was dashing away from her like the plague. She sighed to herself and walked on.
She stopped for a minute to examine a painting that caught her eye. It was of a lady. She was in a solid black dress, and she looked very beautiful. And the woman looked oddly familiar. She had long curly black hair. it seemed to glow, it was so silky. And her eyes were a dazzling green. She almost became hypnotized as the dark woman stared back and her mouth formed into a wicked smile. It seemed that the woman was trying to form words. her lips were moving, but no sound was heard. Faida leaned closer. It looked like she was trying to say. blood. pure blood. my blood. your blood.
"It is a beautiful painting isn't it?"
Faida snapped instantly out of her trance. She looked over to see a boy with platinum hair and silver eyes staring at her. She remembered him for the train, Draco Malfoy.
"Umm, yes it is. Very beautiful." She said awkwardly. She wished that he would stop staring at her with that sly smirk. It was driving her crazy. It reminded her of Tobias.
"What?" she snapped, suddenly aggravated with the man.
"Nothing. Chill out," Malfoy laughed. "Don't want you to burn me to ashes now."
Faida felt a stab in her heart as his words hit home. So every one knew. so that's why she had heard whispers and received fearful glances. She didn't blame them, she feared herself.
A few minutes pasted and Malfoy kept on staring. Faida finally grew tired of his smirks and turned to walk away. But before she could take two steps a firm hand on her shoulder stopped her. She turned around to see Malfoy staring at her again. But it wasn't a smirk. It was that same awe filled look he had given her at the train. She looked into his eyes. They were a stormy gray-blue. He had beautiful eyes. She snapped her head back. Why did she always end up staring at him?! Malfoy seemed to regain his smart-ass attitude and a smirk spread over his face again.
"You looked lost. I was going to ask if you needed help before you bit my head off," he said matter-of-factly. He was going to help her? Faida examined him for a minute. What was his catch? But then he smiled charmingly at her and all her suspicions were wiped away. Maybe he had a good side? Maybe.
"Yes, I could use some help."
"The common room is this way."
Faida followed Malfoy through the castle. He showed her where her classes were and where all the mandatory places were. Library, bathrooms, great hall, kitchen, etc. And for some unbelievable reason he managed to stay fairly civil to her. But she did have the feeling he was trying to show off. Faida didn't mind though. She actually kind of liked the attention. She had never been around interested men. Well, except Tobias, but he didn't count! He was like a brother or even an uncle or father to her!
She still got the looks and whispers when people saw her, and although it hurt greatly, she didn't pay much mind to it. She was with Malfoy. One friend was better than none she supposed. But was Malfoy her friend? She didn't know yet. Maybe. She would like them to be friends. Maybe he would be nicer once they got to know each other.
"This is the entrance to the Slytherin common room. The password is pure blood." At the words a door suddenly flew open revealing a small staircase. They walked up it and she was in awe of the splendor of the room. Its was upholstered in green, silver, and black. She had to admit, she liked the way it looked. It had a big cozy fireplace and dozens of chairs and sofas to sit in.
It was then Faida noticed everyone staring at her. She looked around. All the students were sending her looks of ice. One girl stood up and walked over to her.
"How dare you come here!? You don't belong here! Why don't you back to your precise Griffindors! You're no better than them! You filthy bitch!" the girl screamed in her face.
"What?" was all Faida could say. What had she done to make them so mad?
"Don't play innocent! We all heard you when you were blowing up the sorting hat! You screamed, I AM NOT A SLYTHERIN! Well, dammit bitch, it's the house you were put in! And you're ashamed of it! How dare you show your face around HONORABLE slytherins!" Faida could hear shouts and whistles of encouragement from the others. No... She didn't mean to. True, she didn't want to be a slytherin, but she wouldn't have destroyed the hat over THAT!! Faida could feel tears well up in her eyes. She couldn't stand it! She ran up the stairs to her rooms and found her things. She plopped down on the bed and cried until she couldn't anymore. How could they say something like that!? How could they! Faida sobbed until she felt sick. Finally, she looked to check the time. Oh shit! She was late for class! She hurried and grabbed her books and ran to her first class, not even remembering that her eyes were bloodshot and her hair was ruffled.
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Draco watched as the others made fun of Faida. He could have stopped them. They would have listened to him. But no, he wasn't about to get on their bad side for her yet. Draco did admit, he was very attracted to this girl. But his father had warned him about her. Voldemort was looking for her. His lord had been looking for her for years, and now he knew she was at Hogwarts. It was Draco's job to get to her somehow. Perhaps he would make friends with her. Perhaps he would seduce her. He would like that very much. He smiled to himself. Yes. he would like that. But, then again, he couldn't help but feel sorry for the girl when she ran crying up to the dorms. He even felt guilty that he hadn't helped her. Was, he actually starting to care for her? Hell no. don't even think like that Draco, he told himself. It just lust over her. Nothing more. He grinned again at the thought of him seducing her. This would make for a very good game, he thought. He snatched up his books and headed toward his first class.
So, what u think? I hope you liked it!!!! please review!!!