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Surreal Occurrences
Anticipating Hogwarts
Here I am two weeks later, staring up at the ceiling of my room. Who would have thought me, Surreal Black, would be nervous about going to Hogwarts? Well definitely not me.
I looked over at the glowing green clock beside my bed, one of the few muggle accessories I was allowed to keep after moving into this house.
4:16
How wonderful. I have at least another four hours before anyone in the house wakes up, and then I have another hour before we leave for Kings Cross. Apparently since the Malfoy's are "rich beyond my dreams," as Narcissa likes to point out, we don't have to worry about waking up early in order to catch the train to Hogwarts. How having money and being on time relate to each other, I have no idea, but I thought it best not to voice that opinion out loud.
Ok, now I'm really bored. I wonder if Draco is up now too? Only one way to find out.
I crawled out of bed and went to the closet to put on my robe. Now matter how close I got with Draco over the past two weeks I still don't feel comfortable enough to walk into her room at four o'clock in the mourning dressed in nothing but a flimsy piece of black lace. The nightgown is spaghetti strapped and black, coming down to about the middle of my thighs, so to say it covers a lot would be lying.
So with my black silk robe on I quietly opened the door to my room and walk out into the hallway, shutting it behind me. The wood floors feel like ice to my feet and I hurry to the door across the hall.
Slowly I crack the door open and peek inside.
Can you say "Slytherin Freak?" Ok maybe I'm exaggerating but his entire room is green and silver. Now I didn't say that I didn't like it, but sometimes you can go a bit overboard.
I crept slowly toward the bed while whispering, "Draco . . .Draco are you awake?" Well obviously he wasn't, since he hasn't even moved since I got into the room, but I'm being polite.
As I moved closer to the side of the bed that he was sleeping on I noticed for the first time that he wasn't wearing a shirt. The bed sheets were clinging to his waist and I hoped to God he was wearing something. It would defiantly not be good to have him wake up naked with me in his room, I'm thinking he may be mad. You think?
He was lying on his stomach with one arm bent above his head and the other hanging carelessly off the side of the bed. I went to move a piece of his hair from tickling his nose, I'm sorry but it was irritating me, when he suddenly grasped my wrist in his hand.
"Oh, ummm. . . hi?" I stuttered. I swear I never stutter, only when I am around him and that's just starting to piss me off. I am not weak, and only weak people stutter when caught in compromising situations. Oh well back to Draco. He shifted so that he is sitting upright, still holding me wrist, while staring at me.
"What are you doing in my room," he looked over me at the wall, "at 4:30 in the mourning." He all be yelled the last part.
I started to feel my embarrassment crawl its way up my cheeks but quickly turned it to anger. So what I was in his room, he doesn't have to scold me like some three year old.
I got off the floor, where I had been kneeling, and sat on his bed, making him finally let go of my wrist. He wants to play mean, fine, but he should know by now that I am never one to be belittled by anyone.
I leaned toward him so that he was forced to lie back down on the bed. He fell back with a "thump" and I shifted so that I was on top of him, straddling his thighs above the emerald silk sheets. I leaned against him so that my lips were a sigh away from touching his ear, "You mean you don't want me here?"
I thought I hear him whimper, but I was too intent at looking at his lips when I tilted my face back up to be even with his. When my eyes finally met his he quickly captured my lips in a passionate kiss. With me lying onto of him we continued to escalate the passion of the kiss, allowing each other to explore every depth within our mouths.
Finally we broke apart, after what felt like eternity, gasping for breath. We smiled at each other and spoke no words as I moved so that was lying on my side on the bed facing away from the door with Draco spooning me from behind. Soon after that I fell asleep, feeling the safest I have ever felt in my life, circled in Draco Malfoy's arms.
I was woken up abruptly by a high-pitched shriek. Covering my ears I tried to turn to see what was making that racket, only to find that I couldn't. Draco's arms were constricting my movements, not allowing me to get up or even turn to face the door.
Finally after much prodding and poking on my part, Draco opened his eyes. He opened his eyes only to smile at me. And God help me but I smiled back, even though for the past few minutes he successfully angered me to the point of explosion by not waking up and not letting me go.
He slowly let go of me and together we turned to see a frantic Giddy hitting himself with one of Draco's school texts, whispering "Sorry Master, so sorry."
A sheer look of disgust passed over Draco's face as he got out of the bed (he was wearing something after all, silver silk boxers, what is it with these people and their silk?) and grabbed Giddy by the pillow bag throwing him out into the hallway.
I walked past Draco and before he could say anything made my way to my room to finish packing and to get ready for the day.
After nearly an hour of digging in my dresser and rummaging through my closet I finally found what would be my perfect first day of school outfit. Again my favorite pair of knee-high four-inch leather boots, tight fitted (very tight fitted, it took me near a half hour to squirm into them) black leather hip-huggers, a blood red tube top and the final touch. My leather jacket. Leather is my life.
I had a good half hour until I needed to be ready to leave for Kings Cross, which gave me just enough time for my necessary make-up (the basics, really) and to finish stuffing the rest of my clothes into the new trunk Lucius got for me. I had already packed everything last night, but with the mess I made after contemplating my outfit the past hour my trunk was empty and the discarded clothing thrown all around the room.
I made sure not to forget my snake. Damian was a present from Narcissa when we were at Diagon Ally, she originally wanted to buy me an owl, so that I could "keep in touch" throughout the school year, but after arriving in the shop I immediately went to the snakes, and she caved. It's not like I won't be able to send letters, I can just steal Draco's owl.
I was at the top of the spiraling staircase when Draco called up from the entrance hall, "You ready yet?"
Well if he was going to be sarcastic about it I don't feel the need to grace his question with an answer. I ignored him while I made my way gracefully down the steps, my baggage trailing behind me. Draco showed a few charms and spells so I wouldn't look like "a complete idiot," as he put it, when I got to school. He showed me some curses as well, but there's no need to mention those now is there?
You have to be careful when going downstairs in heels. Especially when the guy you happen to like is staring up at you from the bottom, don't want to fall and make a fool of yourself now do you?
When I finally made it down the stairs with my luggage and Damian I saw Lucius, Narcissa and Draco standing by the fireplace waiting for me. Yeah another trip using the POOF powder. I just hope I don't fall or anything this time, I spent way too much time on this outfit and appearance to mess it up before we even make it to the train.
Apparently the Malfoy's were going to see us off because they insisted I go first and that they would follow shortly. With my trunk and all I "flooed" (I like Poofed better) to the train station. I didn't fall, much to my happiness and amazement.
I had just started to walk toward the train when I though I heard someone addressing me, "Excuse me miss, are you new to Hogwarts?"
I turned to see a small brown-haired girl jogging toward me. Now I can say small cause she is shorter than me, though it may only be an inch or so, but that does consist of being "smaller."
Deciding I should try to be as least polite, she could be one of Draco's friends for all I know, I addressed her, "Yes actually I am going to Hogwarts this year, Miss . . ." I trailed off hoping she would get the hint and tell me her name.
She got the hint, "Miss Granger, Hermione Granger and you are?"
Granger, where have I heard that name before. I don't think that it is from Lucius' lecture on pureblood families, cause I think I know those by heart. Having me list each family practically every night . . . Malfoy, Lestrange, Black, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. No, Granger isn't on that list, so from where do I know that name.
"Mudblood, still hanging out with Weasel? Or are you two going to get married and have kids bringing even more filth into this world?"
AH, that's where the name is from. Potter and Weasley's friend the muggleborn.
She turned redder with each word Draco said, though I tuned them out after the first spout. Insult after dull insult gets boring. So I stood there leaning against the train station wall waiting for the Malfoy's to come. I would have left for the train already but Narcissa made me promise to wait for her so that she could wish me luck and say goodbye.
Just as they both came out of the fireplace I noticed a particular group of redheaded people making their way over to us.
"Arthur," Lucius said with a nod as he placed his hand on my shoulder. I jumped a little at first; I swear he came out of nowhere! By this time Hermione and Draco had stopped arguing or whatever, I really don't care, and made their ways to stand by their respective parties.
"Lucius," Arthur replied with as much hatred. Everyone it seemed was in a full out glare contest. The Weasley family, I saw Ron and could guess from there, with Harry and Hermione were glaring full out at the Malfoys. I just stood there looking bored, again. Finally after a few minutes of doing nothing but glare I interrupted the little Powwow and addressed Lucius, "Can we say goodbye cause I really don't want to miss the train on my first day?"
He looked down at me startled. I think he forgot I was there, "Yes, Surreal." Then he looked back to the Weasley's, "Arthur." Then he quickly spun on his heel and strode to the train platform. Gosh, a total of three words spoken and the tension level is the highest I've ever been in. I mean I've done some "bad things," as Mrs. Hacklebarrow used to say, but never have I been in a room with this much tension. It was then that I noticed my whole group had already turned to follow Lucius.
"Surreal," Draco called to me from a few steps away after noticing that I hadn't moved to follow them.
"Right" I said as I finally turned and jogged to catch up with Draco. When I was even with him he wrapped his arm around my waist and turned his head back, to sneer at Harry and Ron.
After saying goodbye to the Malfoys, and promising to write to Narcissa at least once a week, Draco and I finally made our way onto the train, with a minute to spare.
Draco led me to a compartment with two people inside. And can you say ugly? The two boys inside stood up when we entered and looked ready to attack me until Draco stepped forward and "calmed them down."
"Crabbe, Goyle, this is Surreal Black," he introduced as they scrunched up their faces even more in confusion, "My girlfriend." They at least seemed to understand that as they stopped scrunching their faces and sat down. They went back to what they were doing before we came in, which was poking each other with their wands. Ok sorry they aren't ugly... they're ugly and stupid! But my train of thought abruptly took a detour as Draco sat down and pulled me onto his lap.
"Are these your only friends?" I questioned while leaning forward so only he could hear me.
He laughed, "Oh of course not, but I'll hold off on the introductions until we get to Hogwarts. Right now I want some alone time with my girl."
That got my attention, "Your girl eh?" I wasn't really angry, which is a surprise in itself, since when have I not been mad?
"Yeah pet. No boy will come within a ten meter radius of you with me around," he chuckled while tightening his grip on my waist.
I didn't have much to say to that as I was trying not to fall asleep anyway, being bored for most of the day does that to me. I need activity to stay awake and seeing the Malfoys and Weasleys glare at each other for minutes on end is not my idea of activity.
"But you know we aren't even alone, you got your two goons over there poking at each other," I yawned as I pointed to the two boys who were in fact still poking each other.
"Don't worry pet, go to sleep. We have at least another five hours until we reach Hogsmeade," he said softly as he petted my hair.
"I thought we were going to Hogwarts?" I asked. Although I never heard the answer as I feel right asleep as soon as I had finished the question.
Surreal Occurrences
Anticipating Hogwarts
Here I am two weeks later, staring up at the ceiling of my room. Who would have thought me, Surreal Black, would be nervous about going to Hogwarts? Well definitely not me.
I looked over at the glowing green clock beside my bed, one of the few muggle accessories I was allowed to keep after moving into this house.
4:16
How wonderful. I have at least another four hours before anyone in the house wakes up, and then I have another hour before we leave for Kings Cross. Apparently since the Malfoy's are "rich beyond my dreams," as Narcissa likes to point out, we don't have to worry about waking up early in order to catch the train to Hogwarts. How having money and being on time relate to each other, I have no idea, but I thought it best not to voice that opinion out loud.
Ok, now I'm really bored. I wonder if Draco is up now too? Only one way to find out.
I crawled out of bed and went to the closet to put on my robe. Now matter how close I got with Draco over the past two weeks I still don't feel comfortable enough to walk into her room at four o'clock in the mourning dressed in nothing but a flimsy piece of black lace. The nightgown is spaghetti strapped and black, coming down to about the middle of my thighs, so to say it covers a lot would be lying.
So with my black silk robe on I quietly opened the door to my room and walk out into the hallway, shutting it behind me. The wood floors feel like ice to my feet and I hurry to the door across the hall.
Slowly I crack the door open and peek inside.
Can you say "Slytherin Freak?" Ok maybe I'm exaggerating but his entire room is green and silver. Now I didn't say that I didn't like it, but sometimes you can go a bit overboard.
I crept slowly toward the bed while whispering, "Draco . . .Draco are you awake?" Well obviously he wasn't, since he hasn't even moved since I got into the room, but I'm being polite.
As I moved closer to the side of the bed that he was sleeping on I noticed for the first time that he wasn't wearing a shirt. The bed sheets were clinging to his waist and I hoped to God he was wearing something. It would defiantly not be good to have him wake up naked with me in his room, I'm thinking he may be mad. You think?
He was lying on his stomach with one arm bent above his head and the other hanging carelessly off the side of the bed. I went to move a piece of his hair from tickling his nose, I'm sorry but it was irritating me, when he suddenly grasped my wrist in his hand.
"Oh, ummm. . . hi?" I stuttered. I swear I never stutter, only when I am around him and that's just starting to piss me off. I am not weak, and only weak people stutter when caught in compromising situations. Oh well back to Draco. He shifted so that he is sitting upright, still holding me wrist, while staring at me.
"What are you doing in my room," he looked over me at the wall, "at 4:30 in the mourning." He all be yelled the last part.
I started to feel my embarrassment crawl its way up my cheeks but quickly turned it to anger. So what I was in his room, he doesn't have to scold me like some three year old.
I got off the floor, where I had been kneeling, and sat on his bed, making him finally let go of my wrist. He wants to play mean, fine, but he should know by now that I am never one to be belittled by anyone.
I leaned toward him so that he was forced to lie back down on the bed. He fell back with a "thump" and I shifted so that I was on top of him, straddling his thighs above the emerald silk sheets. I leaned against him so that my lips were a sigh away from touching his ear, "You mean you don't want me here?"
I thought I hear him whimper, but I was too intent at looking at his lips when I tilted my face back up to be even with his. When my eyes finally met his he quickly captured my lips in a passionate kiss. With me lying onto of him we continued to escalate the passion of the kiss, allowing each other to explore every depth within our mouths.
Finally we broke apart, after what felt like eternity, gasping for breath. We smiled at each other and spoke no words as I moved so that was lying on my side on the bed facing away from the door with Draco spooning me from behind. Soon after that I fell asleep, feeling the safest I have ever felt in my life, circled in Draco Malfoy's arms.
I was woken up abruptly by a high-pitched shriek. Covering my ears I tried to turn to see what was making that racket, only to find that I couldn't. Draco's arms were constricting my movements, not allowing me to get up or even turn to face the door.
Finally after much prodding and poking on my part, Draco opened his eyes. He opened his eyes only to smile at me. And God help me but I smiled back, even though for the past few minutes he successfully angered me to the point of explosion by not waking up and not letting me go.
He slowly let go of me and together we turned to see a frantic Giddy hitting himself with one of Draco's school texts, whispering "Sorry Master, so sorry."
A sheer look of disgust passed over Draco's face as he got out of the bed (he was wearing something after all, silver silk boxers, what is it with these people and their silk?) and grabbed Giddy by the pillow bag throwing him out into the hallway.
I walked past Draco and before he could say anything made my way to my room to finish packing and to get ready for the day.
After nearly an hour of digging in my dresser and rummaging through my closet I finally found what would be my perfect first day of school outfit. Again my favorite pair of knee-high four-inch leather boots, tight fitted (very tight fitted, it took me near a half hour to squirm into them) black leather hip-huggers, a blood red tube top and the final touch. My leather jacket. Leather is my life.
I had a good half hour until I needed to be ready to leave for Kings Cross, which gave me just enough time for my necessary make-up (the basics, really) and to finish stuffing the rest of my clothes into the new trunk Lucius got for me. I had already packed everything last night, but with the mess I made after contemplating my outfit the past hour my trunk was empty and the discarded clothing thrown all around the room.
I made sure not to forget my snake. Damian was a present from Narcissa when we were at Diagon Ally, she originally wanted to buy me an owl, so that I could "keep in touch" throughout the school year, but after arriving in the shop I immediately went to the snakes, and she caved. It's not like I won't be able to send letters, I can just steal Draco's owl.
I was at the top of the spiraling staircase when Draco called up from the entrance hall, "You ready yet?"
Well if he was going to be sarcastic about it I don't feel the need to grace his question with an answer. I ignored him while I made my way gracefully down the steps, my baggage trailing behind me. Draco showed a few charms and spells so I wouldn't look like "a complete idiot," as he put it, when I got to school. He showed me some curses as well, but there's no need to mention those now is there?
You have to be careful when going downstairs in heels. Especially when the guy you happen to like is staring up at you from the bottom, don't want to fall and make a fool of yourself now do you?
When I finally made it down the stairs with my luggage and Damian I saw Lucius, Narcissa and Draco standing by the fireplace waiting for me. Yeah another trip using the POOF powder. I just hope I don't fall or anything this time, I spent way too much time on this outfit and appearance to mess it up before we even make it to the train.
Apparently the Malfoy's were going to see us off because they insisted I go first and that they would follow shortly. With my trunk and all I "flooed" (I like Poofed better) to the train station. I didn't fall, much to my happiness and amazement.
I had just started to walk toward the train when I though I heard someone addressing me, "Excuse me miss, are you new to Hogwarts?"
I turned to see a small brown-haired girl jogging toward me. Now I can say small cause she is shorter than me, though it may only be an inch or so, but that does consist of being "smaller."
Deciding I should try to be as least polite, she could be one of Draco's friends for all I know, I addressed her, "Yes actually I am going to Hogwarts this year, Miss . . ." I trailed off hoping she would get the hint and tell me her name.
She got the hint, "Miss Granger, Hermione Granger and you are?"
Granger, where have I heard that name before. I don't think that it is from Lucius' lecture on pureblood families, cause I think I know those by heart. Having me list each family practically every night . . . Malfoy, Lestrange, Black, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. No, Granger isn't on that list, so from where do I know that name.
"Mudblood, still hanging out with Weasel? Or are you two going to get married and have kids bringing even more filth into this world?"
AH, that's where the name is from. Potter and Weasley's friend the muggleborn.
She turned redder with each word Draco said, though I tuned them out after the first spout. Insult after dull insult gets boring. So I stood there leaning against the train station wall waiting for the Malfoy's to come. I would have left for the train already but Narcissa made me promise to wait for her so that she could wish me luck and say goodbye.
Just as they both came out of the fireplace I noticed a particular group of redheaded people making their way over to us.
"Arthur," Lucius said with a nod as he placed his hand on my shoulder. I jumped a little at first; I swear he came out of nowhere! By this time Hermione and Draco had stopped arguing or whatever, I really don't care, and made their ways to stand by their respective parties.
"Lucius," Arthur replied with as much hatred. Everyone it seemed was in a full out glare contest. The Weasley family, I saw Ron and could guess from there, with Harry and Hermione were glaring full out at the Malfoys. I just stood there looking bored, again. Finally after a few minutes of doing nothing but glare I interrupted the little Powwow and addressed Lucius, "Can we say goodbye cause I really don't want to miss the train on my first day?"
He looked down at me startled. I think he forgot I was there, "Yes, Surreal." Then he looked back to the Weasley's, "Arthur." Then he quickly spun on his heel and strode to the train platform. Gosh, a total of three words spoken and the tension level is the highest I've ever been in. I mean I've done some "bad things," as Mrs. Hacklebarrow used to say, but never have I been in a room with this much tension. It was then that I noticed my whole group had already turned to follow Lucius.
"Surreal," Draco called to me from a few steps away after noticing that I hadn't moved to follow them.
"Right" I said as I finally turned and jogged to catch up with Draco. When I was even with him he wrapped his arm around my waist and turned his head back, to sneer at Harry and Ron.
After saying goodbye to the Malfoys, and promising to write to Narcissa at least once a week, Draco and I finally made our way onto the train, with a minute to spare.
Draco led me to a compartment with two people inside. And can you say ugly? The two boys inside stood up when we entered and looked ready to attack me until Draco stepped forward and "calmed them down."
"Crabbe, Goyle, this is Surreal Black," he introduced as they scrunched up their faces even more in confusion, "My girlfriend." They at least seemed to understand that as they stopped scrunching their faces and sat down. They went back to what they were doing before we came in, which was poking each other with their wands. Ok sorry they aren't ugly... they're ugly and stupid! But my train of thought abruptly took a detour as Draco sat down and pulled me onto his lap.
"Are these your only friends?" I questioned while leaning forward so only he could hear me.
He laughed, "Oh of course not, but I'll hold off on the introductions until we get to Hogwarts. Right now I want some alone time with my girl."
That got my attention, "Your girl eh?" I wasn't really angry, which is a surprise in itself, since when have I not been mad?
"Yeah pet. No boy will come within a ten meter radius of you with me around," he chuckled while tightening his grip on my waist.
I didn't have much to say to that as I was trying not to fall asleep anyway, being bored for most of the day does that to me. I need activity to stay awake and seeing the Malfoys and Weasleys glare at each other for minutes on end is not my idea of activity.
"But you know we aren't even alone, you got your two goons over there poking at each other," I yawned as I pointed to the two boys who were in fact still poking each other.
"Don't worry pet, go to sleep. We have at least another five hours until we reach Hogsmeade," he said softly as he petted my hair.
"I thought we were going to Hogwarts?" I asked. Although I never heard the answer as I feel right asleep as soon as I had finished the question.