Chapter two
Draco Malfoy scolded at Pansy as she flung herself on top of him. How he hated her, she was too trashy, even for a pureblood. Here he was sitting in what was supposed to be the heads private common room, and he still couldn't get away from her. "Go away, Pansy."
"But Drakie... I wanna play."
"Did you not hear me?" He growled, and she slid off his lap and pouted. "Get out."
"Alright. But if you want me, I'll be in my room." She walked out, dejected, and Draco praised every dark god that he had peace from her. At least the mudblood left him alone.
'The Mudblood,' he thought, tossing his quill on the desk. 'She's a mystery. Always running in thousands of directions.' They hadn't had much to do as heads, just so long as they made their rounds in the halls and presided over small quarrels, Dumbledore said that they wouldn't have any extra duties. The perfects put all the dances together, and ran the Hogmeade trips.
But Granger was always involved, and from the argument she had had with Potter last week, her friends thought she was neglecting them. 'Probably why she's been working in their common room,' he thought to himself, watching the fire.
Suddenly there was scratching at the window, and a black owl was on the ledge. Draco let him, and the owl dropped one envelope in his hand and flew into Hermione's room, and out her open window. He looked at, turning it over slightly, and then looking at the name on the front. It just said his name, and in the corner, there were the initials he had come to know as the Aleva-Reia, the Princess of the Circle of Fire. He shuddered, wondering what she could want. His mother had been apart of them until they found out what his father was. It was too dangerous to allow her to be there, but his memories of the Aleva were a recurrent thought in his mind.
'Granger should join. She would fit in nicely.' She shook his head, surprised that he thought about her as much as he did. Seventh year had seen a new Hermione. She had a Griffon tattooed on her lower back, and she had pierced her ears four times, three on the lobe and one in the cartilage. Her curves had come out in full force when she wasn't hidden under all those robes. Draco enjoyed the weekends when she would were muggle clothes. Her hair was streaked from a long summer in the sun. He had heard her tell the little weasel that she had spent the entire summer at the beach with a cousin.
The portrait swung open and Hermione walked in, casting him a glance. "What do you think you are looking at, Mudblood?"
She dropped her shoulders and took a breath. "As an owl come with a letter for me?"
"No."
She muttered, "damn!" under her breath and walked into her room, and he heard her books hit with a thud and her yelp. He hurried up the stairs to see her holding a letter, and muttering, "Rini never writes that quick."
"Do you always greet mail like this? Thought some one was coming to get us."
"Did I scare you Malfoy?" She teased at him, and he fumed with anger.
"NO! I was just trying to be nice, damn it." He turned on his heel and stomped away, muttering "stupid mud blood" as he went down to his desk and gathered his things. He carried them to his room, but not with out a glance toward Hermione's room, where she had flopped on the floor to read her letter.
When he tossed his books on the desk, he grabbed the letter, and opened it. Out feel a necklace, and a letter. Shaking his head, she opened the letter.
Greetings, NarJast.
Draco hated it when they called him that. Nar, for his mother, and Jast, meaning son. But at least they didn't call him Lucjast. As much as his mother annoyed him, his father just pissed him off.
I would like you too know that my sister is attending Hogwarts, and that I will be arriving soon to reveal her true life to her. I tell you, because I have things to discuss with you while I am there. She is a seventh year, but that is I will tell you. I do not like coming uninvited, so I ask you to please answer my summons when I do give them.
Josclen dev edeva
Aleva-Reia
He couldn't hold back a smirk when he read her sign off. 'Until sun brings light and life.' Corny, as muggles would say, but well placed. They had a plan to keep him from Voldemort, and he was interested in hearing it.
~~~~~sorry so short, but I have got to crash, hope you life it. Of course, none of the characters but Serenity belong to me. thanks
Draco Malfoy scolded at Pansy as she flung herself on top of him. How he hated her, she was too trashy, even for a pureblood. Here he was sitting in what was supposed to be the heads private common room, and he still couldn't get away from her. "Go away, Pansy."
"But Drakie... I wanna play."
"Did you not hear me?" He growled, and she slid off his lap and pouted. "Get out."
"Alright. But if you want me, I'll be in my room." She walked out, dejected, and Draco praised every dark god that he had peace from her. At least the mudblood left him alone.
'The Mudblood,' he thought, tossing his quill on the desk. 'She's a mystery. Always running in thousands of directions.' They hadn't had much to do as heads, just so long as they made their rounds in the halls and presided over small quarrels, Dumbledore said that they wouldn't have any extra duties. The perfects put all the dances together, and ran the Hogmeade trips.
But Granger was always involved, and from the argument she had had with Potter last week, her friends thought she was neglecting them. 'Probably why she's been working in their common room,' he thought to himself, watching the fire.
Suddenly there was scratching at the window, and a black owl was on the ledge. Draco let him, and the owl dropped one envelope in his hand and flew into Hermione's room, and out her open window. He looked at, turning it over slightly, and then looking at the name on the front. It just said his name, and in the corner, there were the initials he had come to know as the Aleva-Reia, the Princess of the Circle of Fire. He shuddered, wondering what she could want. His mother had been apart of them until they found out what his father was. It was too dangerous to allow her to be there, but his memories of the Aleva were a recurrent thought in his mind.
'Granger should join. She would fit in nicely.' She shook his head, surprised that he thought about her as much as he did. Seventh year had seen a new Hermione. She had a Griffon tattooed on her lower back, and she had pierced her ears four times, three on the lobe and one in the cartilage. Her curves had come out in full force when she wasn't hidden under all those robes. Draco enjoyed the weekends when she would were muggle clothes. Her hair was streaked from a long summer in the sun. He had heard her tell the little weasel that she had spent the entire summer at the beach with a cousin.
The portrait swung open and Hermione walked in, casting him a glance. "What do you think you are looking at, Mudblood?"
She dropped her shoulders and took a breath. "As an owl come with a letter for me?"
"No."
She muttered, "damn!" under her breath and walked into her room, and he heard her books hit with a thud and her yelp. He hurried up the stairs to see her holding a letter, and muttering, "Rini never writes that quick."
"Do you always greet mail like this? Thought some one was coming to get us."
"Did I scare you Malfoy?" She teased at him, and he fumed with anger.
"NO! I was just trying to be nice, damn it." He turned on his heel and stomped away, muttering "stupid mud blood" as he went down to his desk and gathered his things. He carried them to his room, but not with out a glance toward Hermione's room, where she had flopped on the floor to read her letter.
When he tossed his books on the desk, he grabbed the letter, and opened it. Out feel a necklace, and a letter. Shaking his head, she opened the letter.
Greetings, NarJast.
Draco hated it when they called him that. Nar, for his mother, and Jast, meaning son. But at least they didn't call him Lucjast. As much as his mother annoyed him, his father just pissed him off.
I would like you too know that my sister is attending Hogwarts, and that I will be arriving soon to reveal her true life to her. I tell you, because I have things to discuss with you while I am there. She is a seventh year, but that is I will tell you. I do not like coming uninvited, so I ask you to please answer my summons when I do give them.
Josclen dev edeva
Aleva-Reia
He couldn't hold back a smirk when he read her sign off. 'Until sun brings light and life.' Corny, as muggles would say, but well placed. They had a plan to keep him from Voldemort, and he was interested in hearing it.
~~~~~sorry so short, but I have got to crash, hope you life it. Of course, none of the characters but Serenity belong to me. thanks