Draco and the mysterious girl had made it to the Slytherin Common room rather quickly, no questions asked, no introductions made. Just silence as they walked through the crowded corridor. Well, she walked anyway.
She had taken note of the fact that when Malfoy (as Harry had called him) walked, he didn't just walk. He swayed. He strolled. He floated. He had a bit of dirty elegance about him; and she liked that. She reminded herself not to like it too much, for she knew who his father was and even though she was a shady character she would never be shady enough to join the wrong side.
She huffed her hair from her eyes, hoping to blow away her thoughts along with her hair. Malfoy glanced at her from the corner of his eye and stiffled a slight laugh. He leaned against the cherry color wood of the desk behind him, crossing his right left over the left and placing his palms upon the ledge of the desk for support. "So, what's your name?" He asked slyly, trying to work that devious Malfoy charm.
The girl arched a slender brow, shook her hair from her face and grunted lightly, rolling her eyes. "Ophelia. Ophelia deMonte. And you would be?" She arched both brow questionably and tilted her head to the side as she seated herself upon one of the plush green velvet couches that sat beside the roaring fire place.
Malfoy looked exasperated. He had to introduce himself? She knew Potter with a glance, but he had to introduce himself. 'What a crock' he thought, sneering slightly at the thought of Harry's fame. "I, Miss, am the one and only Draco Malfoy. But please, call me Draco." He smirked arrogantly and lifted his hands to the rest of the common room, "Welcome to my kingdom."
Ophelia stared at him blankly for a moment and then suddenly arched her brows. "Quite the Kingdom you have here. But who appointed you King?" She said sarcastically, standing and moving to pace in front of the lit fireplace.
Draco's face contorted. 'Who does she think she is?' He thought, cocking his head to the side and narrowing his eyes; the signature Malfoy look of irritation. "Nobody "appointed" me. Everyone knows I'm the biggest, baddest one here. They all respect me. You could be my Queen, you know?"
"Wow! You're so charming!" She squealed.
"Really?" He began to get cocky again.
"No."
Draco scowled and bit roughly at his thumb nail, watching her back with narrowed eyes, cursing her quietly in his mind for not being like the other Slytherin House girls.
Ophelia turned on her heel and prowled slowly towards him, "Biggest and baddest?" She smiled, but did not stop walking toward him, sending chills up Draco's spine.
"That's what I said, isn't it?" He said gruffly, watching her with his beady silver eyes. He flinched as she stepped to him, her body no more than inches from his, her lips passing his and moving to his ear. His eyes widened and he felt as if he couldn't move.
"So, Mr. Biggest and Baddest... why are you trembling?" She whispered softly, her breath seemed awkwardly cold against the curves of his ear, but warmed as it rolled along the tense muscles of his neck. He heard her whisper something else, but he couldn't make it out.
She backed away quickly, brushed her bangs from her eyes and smirked. Draco stood wide eyed, his mouth opened to speak to her again, but he couldn't. When something finally came out, it was nothing above a whisper, "What did you do?" He gasped quietly, checking his throat with his hands.
"Casted Quietus on you." She laughed and shook her head, rolling her eyes at his sudden act of ignorance.
"You can..." He whispered still, narrowing his eyes. She whispered something else, that of which he could not make out either, his voice snapping back to normal with a squeak, ".. do magic without a wand?" He stared at her, shocked.
"Indeed." She laughed, turned and made her way towards the stoned wall, muttered the password 'Venom' and watched as the door opened slowly.
"Wait!" Draco called, jumping and stumbling, still curious about her ability to do wandless magic. "You have to tell me how you do that! Where are you going?!"
"I'm going to talk to Madame Pince about getting into the restricted section of the library." She glanced over her shoulder and smiled, shrugging her shoulders. "Care to tag along?"
Tag along? TAG ALONG? Draco Malfoy never "tags along". He leads. With followers. Was she crazy? He looked up suddenly mid-thought, about to send an arrogant remark to match her insane suggestion, but she had already gone.