Chapter 3
Palm Readings and Partings
Olivia said goodbye to Hermione as she left her to go to Arithmancy. She climbed up the ladder into Professor Trewlawney's tower. She didn't believe in it but Divination had sounded fun. She opened the door into the room and nearly passed out when the musky, perfumed smell hit her. The room was stifling and she walked over and sat on a chair next to the first person she saw, Harry.
He looked up as she sat down and moved up a little. She greeted him and Ron waited for the professor to arrive.
"Good afternoon." A middle aged woman half hidden by her overlarge bejewelled spectacles entered the room. The lengths of both her arms were covered in bangles and bracelets and an ancient floral shawl. She introduced herself and welcomed the students back. She began with some palm readings and asked them to pair up.
Harry glanced over at Ron who had already begun with Dean Thomas.
"I'll go with you Harry." Olivia said. He murmured a half audible reply but she had already grabbed his hand and opened the book.
"Hmm." She fixed her eyes on his hand. "I see a long line here." Olivia traced her fingers across his palm Harry startled jumped a little bit. She laughed, looked in the book and continued. "That's your life line it's got a few dips along it probably to do with Voldemort."
Harry was surprised he had never known someone like him who could said Voldemort's name so carelessly. Olivia looked at him as though she hadn't said anything wrong.
"What? Here's your love line" she outlined another line. "Ha. It's longer then you life one. It starts quite low for a while but then it raises steadily. What does that mean?" Olivia consulted the book once more. "The book says that means a new love will or has entered your life."
Harry blushed and he took her dainty hand is his. Harry tried to do his best until Trewlawney dismissed them and he went down for supper. Olivia didn't join him but called out:
"We'll still on for Quidditch tomorrow?"
"Course."
***
It was nearly seven and Olivia was sitting in her room getting ready to meet Draco. She pulled the pin out of her bun and let her hair tumble around her shoulders. She watched herself in the mirror. She looked especially at her eyes. She had her mother's eyes and smile though she was always being told that she looked more like her father. She was interrupted when she heard tapping at the window and recognised her tawny owl Artemis. Olivia opened the metal latches and let the bird fly in dropping the letter it was carrying at her feet. She picked it up and opened it:
Mon petit belle fleur,
I hope things are going well for you. Dumbledore has had mean taken to St Mungo's hospital so I can be nearer to you. I have a feeling you were sorted into Gryffindor just like the mother and me. Be careful at school and try your best in the Quidditch trials. If anything worries you go and see Dumbledore or write back.
All my love Your Father.
Olivia quickly put the letter down and dropped it on her bed. She picked up Artemis taking her up to the Owlery before she met Draco.
Once Artemis was fed and watered in the Owlery Olivia glanced at her watch and ran down to the forth floor. After finding classroom E empty she shut the door and sat down. She hadn't been late but had wanted to get there on time. She stood up and walked around the classroom.
"You came." Olivia felt the sultry tones ring in her ears and feel his breath hit her neck. She took her seat again and stared at him. His hair seemed darker in the dim light but his eyes were brighter then ever.
"Thank you for helping me in Potions" at least that what Olivia had hoped she had said it all came out in a mix.
"Oh. That was nothing. Like I said I've really liked you since I saw you. So tell me about yourself." Olivia explained that she had come from Beauxbatons with her father she didn't give him the reasons though and how both her parents were wizards. She didn't think it would be right to talk about her mother.
"There's nothing I like better then a pure blood." He came closer towards her she caught him looking at her. "I heard Potter saying you were trying out for the Quidditch team. What position do you prefer to be in?"
"Sorry?"
"Position. What Quidditch position do you play?"
"Oh Chaser but I've always found seekers fascinating."
"Well Harrington. You'll find that I myself am a seeker. I might be able to show you some moves some time." He was getting closer towards her. She had only known him for a while but it felt much longer. Embarrassed she turned away and felt Draco place his hands around her waist.
"No need to blush Olivia" he whispered. Just the way he said her name was blissful. She twirled round and placed her hands around his neck. He pulled in closer and she gazed deeply into his eyes.
"Come my precious." Filch the caretaker entered with his cat Mrs. Norris startled the pair causing them to break apart.
"Ah. Mr. Malfoy you know better then to be in deserted class rooms after hours. No get out." Malfoy took Olivia's hand in his and they both hurried out of the classroom.
***
Palm Readings and Partings
Olivia said goodbye to Hermione as she left her to go to Arithmancy. She climbed up the ladder into Professor Trewlawney's tower. She didn't believe in it but Divination had sounded fun. She opened the door into the room and nearly passed out when the musky, perfumed smell hit her. The room was stifling and she walked over and sat on a chair next to the first person she saw, Harry.
He looked up as she sat down and moved up a little. She greeted him and Ron waited for the professor to arrive.
"Good afternoon." A middle aged woman half hidden by her overlarge bejewelled spectacles entered the room. The lengths of both her arms were covered in bangles and bracelets and an ancient floral shawl. She introduced herself and welcomed the students back. She began with some palm readings and asked them to pair up.
Harry glanced over at Ron who had already begun with Dean Thomas.
"I'll go with you Harry." Olivia said. He murmured a half audible reply but she had already grabbed his hand and opened the book.
"Hmm." She fixed her eyes on his hand. "I see a long line here." Olivia traced her fingers across his palm Harry startled jumped a little bit. She laughed, looked in the book and continued. "That's your life line it's got a few dips along it probably to do with Voldemort."
Harry was surprised he had never known someone like him who could said Voldemort's name so carelessly. Olivia looked at him as though she hadn't said anything wrong.
"What? Here's your love line" she outlined another line. "Ha. It's longer then you life one. It starts quite low for a while but then it raises steadily. What does that mean?" Olivia consulted the book once more. "The book says that means a new love will or has entered your life."
Harry blushed and he took her dainty hand is his. Harry tried to do his best until Trewlawney dismissed them and he went down for supper. Olivia didn't join him but called out:
"We'll still on for Quidditch tomorrow?"
"Course."
***
It was nearly seven and Olivia was sitting in her room getting ready to meet Draco. She pulled the pin out of her bun and let her hair tumble around her shoulders. She watched herself in the mirror. She looked especially at her eyes. She had her mother's eyes and smile though she was always being told that she looked more like her father. She was interrupted when she heard tapping at the window and recognised her tawny owl Artemis. Olivia opened the metal latches and let the bird fly in dropping the letter it was carrying at her feet. She picked it up and opened it:
Mon petit belle fleur,
I hope things are going well for you. Dumbledore has had mean taken to St Mungo's hospital so I can be nearer to you. I have a feeling you were sorted into Gryffindor just like the mother and me. Be careful at school and try your best in the Quidditch trials. If anything worries you go and see Dumbledore or write back.
All my love Your Father.
Olivia quickly put the letter down and dropped it on her bed. She picked up Artemis taking her up to the Owlery before she met Draco.
Once Artemis was fed and watered in the Owlery Olivia glanced at her watch and ran down to the forth floor. After finding classroom E empty she shut the door and sat down. She hadn't been late but had wanted to get there on time. She stood up and walked around the classroom.
"You came." Olivia felt the sultry tones ring in her ears and feel his breath hit her neck. She took her seat again and stared at him. His hair seemed darker in the dim light but his eyes were brighter then ever.
"Thank you for helping me in Potions" at least that what Olivia had hoped she had said it all came out in a mix.
"Oh. That was nothing. Like I said I've really liked you since I saw you. So tell me about yourself." Olivia explained that she had come from Beauxbatons with her father she didn't give him the reasons though and how both her parents were wizards. She didn't think it would be right to talk about her mother.
"There's nothing I like better then a pure blood." He came closer towards her she caught him looking at her. "I heard Potter saying you were trying out for the Quidditch team. What position do you prefer to be in?"
"Sorry?"
"Position. What Quidditch position do you play?"
"Oh Chaser but I've always found seekers fascinating."
"Well Harrington. You'll find that I myself am a seeker. I might be able to show you some moves some time." He was getting closer towards her. She had only known him for a while but it felt much longer. Embarrassed she turned away and felt Draco place his hands around her waist.
"No need to blush Olivia" he whispered. Just the way he said her name was blissful. She twirled round and placed her hands around his neck. He pulled in closer and she gazed deeply into his eyes.
"Come my precious." Filch the caretaker entered with his cat Mrs. Norris startled the pair causing them to break apart.
"Ah. Mr. Malfoy you know better then to be in deserted class rooms after hours. No get out." Malfoy took Olivia's hand in his and they both hurried out of the classroom.
***