Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of it's criteria or whatever word it is….
A/N: No more Latin titles… too complicating! Oh and.. thanks to one more reviewer….. Amy…. And yes I like NOFX so I did have to add that little snippet in there. Ok well here is one more chapter. Sorry if it isn't too long, but I hope it will suffice. Alright well here it goes….
My friend is here and she was typing while I went to get something and this is what she typed:
Hello this Kaili, SJ's friend. Yeah… uhh that will work.
Harry Potter?!?! He found the Sorcerer's Stone? Yes, and then the giant snake ate him in the Chamber of Secrets. But luckily he carried his matches, from his bad smoking habit in his pocket. So he lit the match and burned the giant snake. Ciao.
Yeah… people these days don't appreciate Harry Potter. You people are crazy. On with the chapter….
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Last time on Noli Me Tangere:
"What are these dreams you are having?" He inquired while holding on to her tightly.
"My reoccurring dreams are the death of my family, when the aurors came to our manor. Except lately it wasn't my family that was killed. It was you."
Draco loosened his grip on her, and looked deeply into her eyes. He searched for something that might show she was kidding around with him. He furrowed his brow as she looked up at him with wide eyes. Tears trickled down her now rosy cheeks and she buried her face in her hands. Draco didn't know how to reply. He opened his mouth as to say something, but just closed it, trying to think of something to say. He let go of her and sat up, she looked at him with an apologetic gaze. Draco stood up, his silver eyes bore into her emerald eyes. Emily uncrossed her arms and walked over toward him. The tears were coming down more hastily, and Draco could see that she was hurt by his actions. He glided over to her and filled the gap between them. He laced his arms around her as she graciously accepted the hug. She felt rather safe in his arms, and he knew so. This is still too good to be true… What is going on? What am I to Draco? Just a friend?... Thoughts like this continued to swirl around in her head as he sat her back down. For the rest of the night, they just lay there, entwined in one another.
The next morning Emily woke up with a stiff back. She also felt very different. As she went to sit up, she noticed there was a comfortable weight on her stomach. Looking to her right, was Draco Malfoy. Then realization hit her and she remembered the past two days and everything that had occurred. Emily sat up and walked over to the bathroom. On her way, she tripped on something and landed with a thud. She looked down and saw Blaise. He stirred, but eventually lay peacefully again. Closing the distance between her and the bathroom she pondered on the subject of Draco. I should believe him, yet I still think there is something else going on…Grasping her hairbrush, Emily looked into the mirror, and gasped. Her long midnight black hair was now short and blond. Her eyes flickered with silver, and she threw her wooden brush at the mirror and sighed. Damn you Kitty. I shall not be damned- Miss-I-am-so-ungrateful. Emily struggled for breath, as the voice that came out of her mouth wasn't hers.
"Kitty you will not do this to me, and what was that supposed to mean? When-err-how am I ungrateful?" Emily suddenly felt rather stupid, as it looked as thought she was talking to herself. Just when she was about to lock the door behind her, Kitty spoke up.
"I am the one who got you with him. Don't you dare say you did it all on your own," Kitty replied through Emily's mouth. Emily was taken aback.
"I don't even think I am with him thanks. It is too good to be true. I will find out what is going on," Emily heaved a sigh as her hair lengthened and her eyes melted back to emeralds. She pushed the door open violently, but was shocked when she heard a loud, "ouch." She quickly ran around the door and was met with Blaise Zabini with his hands over his bleeding nose.
"Watch where you are going you dip shit," Blaise chuckled as Emily remembered her first few sentences to the boy. She smirked and grabbed her handkerchief. She wiped his face clean and muttered a spell.
"Why were you standing there anyway?" she complained as he pulled her out of the way. He laughed and turned the knob on the bathroom door.
"A guy has to piss sometimes…" and with that he left her staring after his back.
Blaise smirked to himself as he walked into the forest green bathroom. I am a genius. I can't believe I didn't think about this before…Thank you Kitty. While Blaise was plotting against who knows what, Emily walked back over to where Draco was now sitting gazing at her. Tell me you like me too Draco, please say it. Emily smiled weakly at him as she sat on the chair next to the couch he was occupying. Emily you are so beautiful, just sitting there, it is as if you were sent down to me, my angel. Draco grinned at her, not knowing Emily was thinking similar thoughts. Draco, Draco, Draco. Even his name is so perfect, so aristocratic, rich, handsome, angelic, like an angel –Potions! Shit! She bolted up and went up to her dormitory while muttering things like, "damn… potions.. shit… ouch that hurt, watch where you are going…" Draco must have been thinking the same thing, because he followed suit and went to get changed.
Emily was walking down the corridor and stopped at the nearest window. The moon was slowly dipping, as it was rather early in the morning. The stars were dazzling, and the soft breeze was refreshing her mind. A pair of arms suddenly wrapped around her delicate waist, and she leaned back into them. She knew he was coming, she could smell him a mile away. His aroma filled her nose and was intoxicating. He kissed her neck, and turned her around. He placed his arms on her shoulders and looked deep into her emerald orbs. She grinned at him as he retrieved a box from within his robes. He took her hand in his and opened the box. He took out a petite silver band and placed it upon her finger.
"Will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend, Emily Lorelei O'Leary?" He stepped back as she looked up at him. She fiddled with the ring on her finger, and beamed.
"Yes. Of course," Emily laced her arms around his neck and breathed in his scent. He gripped her more tightly, and started to kiss her. He lightly kissed her collar bone, and led a trail of kisses down her jaw line. He stopped when he reached her lips, but then pressed his lips against hers. He glided his tongue against her upper lip, as though asking for permission. Emily gladly opened hers slightly, allowing his tongue to enter. She felt as though she were in heaven. Sure, he had kissed her before, but only once, and it was nothing like this. Fireworks were going off in her head, and she felt like she was spinning. If it weren't for his strong arms around her, she would have fallen. They reluctantly pulled back, both breathing heavily. She smiled at him as he laced their fingers together, and began walking down to the Slytherin dormitories. When they reached the common room, he turned to her.
"By the way it is a promise ring, just so you know," Emily smiled at him and enveloped him in another hug.
"Good night Emily.." She turned the knob on the door to her dormitory. She glanced back at him and grinned.
"Good night Draco…"
(a/n: I wanted to stop it here, but it would have been too short…)
The days passed by, and before she knew it, Emily didn't know what she was going to wear for the formal. The Halloween formal was only two days away. I think I might just love you Emily…Draco's words ran through her mind as she smiled thinking of last night. He had finally said it to her. She beamed brightly and skipped out to the quidditch pitch. The sun was starting to descend, and the brisk autumn wind swept Emily away. She grasped the dark honey colored bark of the nearest tree, when she heard hushed voices.
"So how is it going? You got her in bed yet?" said the first voice, which Emily recognized as Marcus Flint's. The second voice was somewhat muffled but she heard it say, "no…. but I— "
"—There is no excuse. You should have done it by now, come on Malfoy," Emily's ears perked up, "you are slacking off. Last time you got that Ravenclaw girl within a day…." Flint's voice began to drip with venom. Emily was astounded. Is he talking about me?
"Flint, you've got it wron—" Draco began to say, but Flint cut him off again, "—you are a disgrace. Can you imagine what your father would say if his only son couldn't even do a simple task like that?" Emily's head began to spin as she slumped against the hard tree.
In one of the many corridors of Hogwarts was Blaise Zabini. Blaise sneered as he tripped a few first years. This plan is going to be perfect. I will get Emily back…Flint should be saying it now, just in time too, Emily is right there…
"Oh shut up, it is just O'Leary! It isn't as though she is worth anything…" said Flint. Emily could almost hear his smirk. Tears were now cascading down her cheeks rapidly. He said he loves me. I can't believe it. I knew it was too good to be true. Why did I ever believe you Draco Malfoy? She inwardly kicked herself for believing him.
Meanwhile, a certain Slytherin was doing a victory dance. Poor, poor, Malfoy. Whatever did you do to deserve this… Looks like you are the loser now. Blaise chuckled, and pushed a third year Gryffindor into the wall as he began to skip… yes Blaise Zabini, skipping… down the hall.
"No Marcus, you don't understand, I have no idea what you are talk—" Flint shoved him into the tree as Emily jumped back. She would have to intervene soon.
"You are such a fuck up Malfoy. I tell you to do one thing, you can't even do it. Looks like Montague gets to be captain after I leave being as you couldn't complete this…" Flint smirked broadly as he saw Emily emerge from the shadows.
"You know Draco, I thought you actually meant it. I knew it was too good to be true. My mother was right. Never fall for a Malfoy… you'll just get screwed in the end…. Its over," she wiped a tear from her eye, and took off her promise ring. She threw it at Draco, as he tried to explain himself.
"Em, its not true. I never said anything to him about that… he is making it up… Em don't leave, come on don't leave me now, I-I-I-," It was no use, she was already halfway up to the castle. "I love you…"
(a/n: I wanted to end it here… but then again… too short! I want to get this fic up to the 100,000 fics..)
The tears were stinging in her eyes. Emily ran straight into the person she needed to see. Blaise looked down at the crying female in his arms. He smiled to himself… You are mine again Emily. Finally… you are mine again. Emily looked into Blaise's honey eyes and kissed him on the cheek. Blaise grinned as she ran towards the dungeons, with a tousled haired Draco in her wake.
Draco walked into the common room, with tears on his own cheeks, and his fists clenched, holding the forgotten promise ring. He was sure Emily had just gotten in here about five minutes ago. He heard a thud, and walked into the direction of it. His feet led him to the bathroom and he gently knocked on the door. With no reply Draco pushed the oak door open. The sight that met his eyes was not a pretty one. Sure he had noticed the scars before, but never had he seen the effects of it. He rushed over to Emily's limp form and sat her up. Her fists were shut, one bearing a razor blade. He had just noticed her blood, and ripped some of his tee. He wrapped it around her wrist, to try and stop the blood flow. He muttered a few spells and pretty soon she stirred, and the blood stopped. He cleaned the bathroom and pushed a stray hair out of her face. He kissed her forehead and picked her up. He entered the girl's dormitory and laid her down on her bed. "Sorry Emily, I hope you understand it wasn't me…" he trailed off as he walked into his own dormitory. He plopped himself down onto his bed and laid back. Draco rubbed his knuckles, remembering the sound of Flint's nose breaking. He deserved it… no one got away with messing with a Malfoy. He sat there, humming to himself… Where is everyone…? Draco looked around, and his eyes landed on the nearby clock. Shit! Transfiguration! Draco dashed out of his dormitory with his books in his arms.
Mallory McCartney was skipping down the hall, when all of a sudden a flustered blond collided with her. Draco rubbed his now sore shoulder as Mallory picked up her books and muttered an apology.
"Do you know where Emily is? I haven't seen her, for well the past week…" Draco looked at her as she mentioned Emily's name.
"She is in her dorm…" Draco walked away briskly not caring that he stepped on the raven haired Gryffindor's foot. Mallory yelped in pain, but ran off towards the dungeons.
A/N: it is 1:15 am. I must update. And I am too tired too type anymore. I hope this will suffice. Ok well good night to you all. I shall update tomorrow morning… Cheerio!
-SJ
