Werewolf
"You really love him, don't you, Sasha?" Demitra was interegating her back in their dormitory that night.
"Can't you take a clue, Demi? Of course I love him. Draco's the best thing I've ever had." she replied, exasperated. From a neighbouring bed, Rachel O'Toole sighed.
"That's so romantic, Sasha! You're the luckiest girl in the whole school to have him." Sasha smiled at her and nodded.
"I think so, too. The day I met him, on the train in first year, was the best day I've ever had," she sighed dreamily.
"And it must have felt great when Malfoy ditched Pansy for you at the Ball two years ago. Pansy was furious with him, I don't think they've spoken since," Demitra blurted out. Sasha laughed.
"Yeah, seeing Pansys face over his shoulder as we danced was so awesome! He's a great dancer, as well as a great kisser and wonderful Seeker," she said thoughtfully.
"Ha!" Sasha looked up to see Pansy Parkinson standing in the doorway, looking livid with cool fury. She had a thick bandage over her nose.
"Malfoy never liked you, Sorbelle. He felt sorry for you at the ball because you were dateless. He's still madly in love with me to this day," Pansy smirked. There was a brief moment of silence, then Demitra and Rachel O'Toole burst out laughing.
"What a sad lie!" Demitra said between giggles.
"Draco has never looked at you the way he looks at Sasha!" Rachel added. Pansys face hardened, and she clenched her fists. She turned and ran up the stairs outside the door to her own dormitory. Sasha sat, speechless.
"She has got to let go of him. He has totally forgotten her," Rachel said as her laughter died away. Demitra sighed.
"Yes, he has forgotten her. Anyways...." she trailed off.
Sasha threw herself on her bed, and took out some parchement and a quill to write a reply to her mother.
Dear Mum,
Sure I'll meet you at The Three Broomsticks. Tell dad I have a match against Gryffindor on the fifteenth of November.
I don't think you're right about Draco Malfoy. He's very sweet and I am certain he has no bad intentions. So what if his father is a Death Eater? It's not his father I'm in love with, it's Draco.
-Sasha
P.S. - How do you know Lucius Malfoy? Sasha had just finished writing this reply when Millicent Bulstrode poked her large head into the room.
"Sorbelle, Malfoy wants to talk to you," Millicent said gruffly. Sasha sealed the letter and made a mental note to go send it before she went after Millicent.
Draco was leaning against the wall waiting for her when she entered the common room. He beckoned for her to come to him. She stood in front of Draco and waited for him to speak.
"Want to break a rule or two?" he whispered. Sasha grinned.
"What do you have in mind?" she asked, almost inaudibly. Draco looked around their surroundings before motioning for her to follow him out of the common room.
"Oh, one second. I'll be right back, Draco," Sasha turned and went back up the stairs. She ran into her dormitory, and crossed the room to her bed. Sasha pulled her trunck out from under her bed. She unlocked it and dug around her clothes. Her hand bumped two glass somethings, and she pulled them out and pocketed them before shoving the trunk back under the bed and leaving the room. They had been Christmas presents from her great-aunt, and before this she had never known what to do with them. Now she had the perfect idea.
Sasha and Draco crept through the dungeon corridor, wary of every sound. It was past curfew, and teachers were patrolling now. Once Snape walked past Sasha and Draco, while they hid in the shadows, and the Bloody Baron glided past occaisionally, his gaunt eyes fixed straight ahead.
Sasha and Draco now came to the Entrance Hall. This they crossed carefully and quietly. On the other side, Draco wrenched open the front doors and held them open for Sasha to pass through. Is he insane? she thought, Yes. Draco closed the doors behind hmself and led Sasha by the hand outside. They ran across the grounds and stopped just before the Forbidden Forest.
"Come on! Let's go in," Draco said excitedly. Sasha laughed nervously.
"Are you mad?! Do you know what's in there, Draco?" she cried. Draco shrugged.
"Yeah, I know. But I'm not scared of it. I've been in there before. Come on, we won't go far," he said persuasivly. Sasha sighed, and reluctantly followed him into the Forbidden Forest.
They walked among the trees until they could no longer see Hogwarts' lights behind them. They now stood in a small clearing, facing each other. Draco was twirling a few of Sashas small braids around his finger, while Sasha toyed with his collar. In a split second, Dracos hands were drawing her in to him, holding her tighter than he ever had before. She hugged him back.
"Don't don't ever let me go," Sasha stood on her toes to whisper in his ear, as he was at least four inches taller than her. He kissed her gently on the cheek. Sasha pulled back and grinned impishly.
"Close your eyes," she muttered. Draco closed his eyes, and Sasha groped around her pocket and withdrew a little glass bottle. She removed the stopper, and opened Dracos mouth. He made a movement of protest, but Sasha had already dripped a drop of Veritaserum onto his tongue. Sasha closed his mouth, and watched his reaction. Dracos eyes shot open, and he blinked thickly. Sasha felt rather sorry for what she had done, but she would never regret it.
"How do you feel about me, Draco?" she asked boldly. Draco looked at her.
"I love you," he said simply. Sasha sighed.
"Yes, I know that. But why? Why did you leave Pansy for me?" she inquired. Draco shrugged.
"Because you are different form everyone else. You are everything I wish I was. Pansy is just another Slytherin, and pretty much the female version of me. I like you better than me," he replied emotionlessly. For once Sasha completly trusted his words. She blushed, grinning.
"What are your intentions with me, Draco?" she asked excitedly.
"I plan to spend the rest of my life with you. I never want to part from you. I've been looking for a spell to forge our souls together, but haven't found one yet," he said effortlessly. Sasha blinked in surprise, but was thoroughly touched by his words and was secretly elated.
"You don't know how long I've wanted to hear you say that! Just one more question... why do you torment Harry Potter?" she ventured.
"He was very rude and mean to me when we first met: he practically spat in my face in front of my face. I hate him for it," although he said the words emotionlessly, Sasha could tell he fought a battle of emotions inside. Her eyes softened, and she held his hand. Sasha heard a rustle behind her, but ignored it.
"Yes, I remember that day. He was horrible to you," she said gently. She reached into her pocket for the Veritaseums antidote, removed it's stopper and opened Dracos mouth. After a few drops, he was back to normal. He would never know what she had done to him. He grinned at her, but his face drained of all colour as his eyes staryed to a spot just behind Sasha. Draco swore loudly under his breath and his hand reached into his pocket and clenched around his wand. Sasha heard a growl from behind her, and one word escaped Dracos lips before the tearing pain in her leg took hold of her:
"Werewolf."