Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. I only own the character of Fierra Diosa and the plot.
Fierra Diosa woke up just in time for lunch. She walked out of the Hospital Wing (after reassuring Madam Pomfrey that she was fine), and headed straight into the Great Hall, where many people greeted her with worried expressions and absurd questions.
"Are you all right, Fierra?"
"Did it hurt?"
"Wow! I've never been stupefied before! How did it feel?"
Fierra walked around and sat at a table, where other seventh-year Slytherin girls asked her worriedly how she was.
"I'm fine. Don't worry about me," she said, as she ate her lunch (roast-beef and Yorkshire pudding). The other girls left her alone and started chattering away about something else.
"Fierra!" someone called out to her. She looked up, and saw Draco Malfoy running towards her. "Fierra! Thank goodness you're all right!" he rushed over to her and hugged her tightly.
"Can't-breathe," she said, trying to gasp for air. He quickly noticed this and let go of her immediately.
"I was so scared," he said quietly as he looked into her warm brown eyes. He brushed a strand of stray red hair from her eyes, and leaned over to kiss her, but, as soon as their lips were about to touch, Crabbe and Goyle both fell on the table while fighting over the last piece of Yorkshire pudding. Malfoy, scowling heavily, stood up to break up the fight.
"You two! Stop acting like such idiots!" he yelled. The two "idiots" didn't hear him, and kept on fighting. Many students turned and watched the fight, as Fierra got to her feet and took charge.
"Immobulus!" she pointed her wand and yelled. Crabbe and Goyle immediately stopped, or, rather, froze as soon as jets of yellow spark hit them. They were completely immobilized and couldn't move. "You two! Stop acting like such buffoons and I'll undo the spell!" Fierra commanded.
Crabbe and Goyle let out a muffled "yes". Fierra then again raised her wand and said, "Alcosentra!" The two were finally released from the Immobulus spell, and scrambled off, grunting, and looked for more food.
"I would never have thought of using the Immobulus spell on those two!" Malfoy said to Fierra as soon as the crowd that gathered around them finally broke apart. "Honestly, I didn't think the spell was strong enough for them," Malfoy shook his head.
Fierra just laughed. "It wasn't all that hard, really," she said. "You just have to have good aim, that's all."
It was finally time for their next class, where Fierra had Divination, and Malfoy had Muggle Studies. Malfoy walked Fierra to the Divination class, where the ladder was pulled down for her to climb up to Professor Trelawney's classroom.
"I guess I'll see you later," Malfoy said. Fierra nodded, leaned over and kissed him on the lips, turned, and climbed the ladder up to her Divination class. Malfoy shook himself, and started the long walk to his Muggle Studies class.
"Good afternoon, class," Professor Trelawney said, peering through her thick glasses. She gave the class a good once- over, and then, finally, she noticed Fierra. "Ah, Miss Diosa. I have been expecting you," she said, giving her an intent stare. "Although I'm afraid that you won't be here for too long, my dear." Professor Trelawney's eyes began to water and she turned away, leaving Fierra with a look of utmost surprise. Fierra turned around to face her seventh-year Slytherin friends, but they all regarded her with terror and fright, as if she was going to drop dead any second now. She sighed and turned away.
Professor Trelawney quietly spoke to the class, who regarded her with rapt attention. "This, I believe, is your seventh and last year at Hogwarts," she said as many students nodded. "I will be teaching you about palm reading, tarot cards, and crystal ball-reading," she turned to a seventh-year Slytherin boy named Charles Erickson. "Oh, and Mr. Erickson," she said to him as he jerked his head up and looked at her. "When you come back tomorrow in the morning, I won't be here, but your books will be by the door," she said to him. He nodded nonchalantly. She then carried on and started discussing the next lesson, which was palmistry. Before long, the classes were over for the day, and Fierra headed to the Slytherin common room.
"Fierra! Wait for me!" Malfoy was behind her, and was quickly catching up. He caught up to her just in time as the entranceway to the Slytherin common room opened.
"Hullo, Draco. Fancy meeting you here," she said, grinning. She put her arm around him, and they both entered the common room.
"So how was Divination?" Malfoy asked after the two settled on a small couch. He put his arm around her and she rested her head against his shoulder.
"It wasn't very nice," she said quietly. "Professor Trelawney said that I wasn't going to be in that class for very long."
"Oh, that old bat doesn't know what she's saying most of the time," Malfoy said spitefully. "More than half of her predictions aren't even true!"
"Well… If you say so," Fierra said uncertainly.
"Nothing will go wrong," Malfoy said reassuringly. He kissed her on the forehead and said, "We better go down to the Great Hall for dinner." The two got up and headed toward the Great Hall, where it was quickly filling up with students eager for dinner. It took Fierra and Draco a while to realize that it was time for the Halloween feast.
The Great Hall looked magnificent, with the floating candles and pumpkins. The bewitched ceiling showed a crisp, clear night full of brightly shining stars and an eerie-looking full moon. Fierra and Draco took a seat next to each other in one of the tables and started eating.
"So whatever happened to Pansy?" Fierra asked Draco as she helped herself to some roasted chicken.
"Well, I heard that all she got was detention, plus Professor McGonagall took 75 points off Slytherin," Malfoy said, while chewing on some chicken.
"Detention?" Fierra looked disgruntled. "I thought she should have been expelled for doing something like that!"
"I know! I don't know why they haven't expelled her," Malfoy said, looking very displeased. He looked over to his far-left saw that Pansy Parkinson was sitting all alone, near the edge of the table. Her eyes had the look of cold steel, and her face wore a hard, angry expression. As if she caught him looking at her, Pansy looked up at Malfoy and flashed him a look of pure venom, a glare cold enough to freeze over the lake beside the Hogwarts castle. Malfoy quickly looked away and busied himself with his dinner.
After everyone was tucked in and ready for bed, Malfoy kissed Fierra goodnight, and they both headed up to their dormitories. Fierra took off her school robes, and dressed into her nightgown. She laid down in her bed, thinking of what Professor Trelawney said earlier in the day, and then finally drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
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It took me a while to write this chapter, about 3 nights, and I don't think it's good enough because I had a rough case of Writer's Block. It's finally finished, although there isn't a lot of action in this chapter, but expect more in the following chapters to come!
Lucky Thirteen =^_^=
