This is the last chapter of this story, though, as it seems that there is so much more to happen that it would be totally unfair and stupid if there wasn't a sequel. Well, it's the summer, and seeing as I am probably the laziest and strangest person in the world, I will probably get the sequel started sometime during this long, hot, beautiful and boring period they call the summer(after I have a few other things out of the way....)
Chapter Fourteen
Beautiful
A lump formed in Sashas throat, and she was painfully aware of the silence of the onlookers.
"Y-yes, Draco. I will," she said shakily. Draco put the beautiful ring on her left ring finger, and Sasha threw her arms around him, joyfully crying into his shoulder. Everyone in the room began clapping, but a few voices were whooping. Sasha looked up to see Demitra and the rest of the girls from her dormitory clapping loudly. Tears of happiness were coming down Demitras face, and Sasha ran to her and hugged her.
"See what I meant?" Demitra laughed. Sasha nodded, laughing through her tears.
"Thank you so much, Demi," she said. "I'm sorry I got mad at you."
"It's okay," Demitra said, grinning. "Go to him now."
Sasha turned and went to Draco. He took her in his arms and kissed her. Laughing, Sasha pulled back and hugged him.
"Oh my god!" she exclaimed. "You're so sweet!"
"I love you," he whispered in her ear. "I mean it."
"I know you do," Sasha grinned. "I love you, too."
Sashas good mood was irrepressible that night. She played wizards chess with Demitra until she was so tired she could barely keep her eyes open. Then she kissed Draco goodnight and went up the girls stairs to her dormitory.
Just when Sasha was about to open the dormitorys door when she heard someone sobbing nearby. By the light of a lantern that hung on the wall, Sasha saw a figure crouched by the wall, crying.
"Are you okay?" Sasha asked her, uncertainly. The crying girl looked up at her, and Sasha saw that it was Pansy.
"Go away," Pansy spat through her tears. Instead of feeling sorry for her, Sasha sneered.
"Oh, and I suppose you're crying because you finally realized that Draco doesn't still like you?" she said harshly. "You've snapped out it?"
Pansy sobbed harder. Feeling slightly guilty, Sasha leaned against the wall.
"Reality hurts, doesn't it, Parkinson?"
"Yes," Pansy said, her head in her lap. "Badly."
"Listen, Pansy," Sasha said, sitting down beside her. "I know we've had some bad fights. I'm not going to go under and apologize for what I did and ask to be friends; what kind of Slytherin is that?"
Pansy nodded, and Sasha cleared her throat.
"So I'll just come clean now: I love Draco, okay? If you can't live with that, well, too bad," Sasha said, determined not to sound sorry. "I'm marrying Draco, and that's final. He's taken, Pansy. The battle is over, he's made his choice. So, I ask you just to respect that choice. I think it's time to move on."
Pansy took a shaky breath. "Yeah. . . me too," she sighed. "Sasha, thanks for not laughing at - at me when I'm like this. I'm just a little distraught."
Nodding, Sasha offered Pansy her hand. "So, truce?"
Pansy paused for a moment.
"Truce," she grinned, shaking Sashas hand.
Sasha could never remember very much of the next few days, only that they were full of smiles. She was with Draco for most of the day, surrounded by friends. For some reason, she found herself eating much more than usual, but everyone told her this was healthy and very natural.
One morning Sasha woke to a knot of worry in her stomach. Suddenly, the realization that it was the day of the full moon hit Sasha like a Bludger in the head. She remembered that she was to go to Professor Mcgonagols office at ten, just before the first class. Feeling as though her mind was about to overflow with nervousness, Sasha dressed and made her way down to breakfast with Demitra and Draco.
Dreading her transformation, Sasha ate breakfast in silence. Her fear seemed to have rubbed off on Draco and Demitra; they too were quiet and nervous. After breakfast, they wished her luck and left with the rest of the school, to the first class of the day. Sasha made her way to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
When she got there, Sasha knocked on the door. It was opened a moment later by Madame Pomfrey, who smiled kindly at Sasha.
"Come in dear," she said quietly. "Come lay down."
She directed Sasha to a bed against the far wall. Sitting down on it, Sasha nervously twirled a tendril of hair. Madame Pomfrey went to the fireplace, where a cauldron was suspended over the fire. Scooping a beaker into the cauldron, she walked over to Sasha.
"Professor Snape was kind enough to make this potion for you, Miss Sorbelle," Madame Pomfrey said, gesturing to the murky brown liquid in the beaker. "It will cause you to be put into a deep sleep, rendering you docile during your transformation, and therefore, harmless. Drink it now, dear, you haven't much time left."
"Okay," Sasha croaked before bringing the beaker to her lips. She managed to down the entire beakerfull of the foul tasting concoction, before her eyelids drooped and she fell sideways onto the bed in a deep sleep.
Sashas day was spend in feverish nightmares. She dreamed that she was running through a forest, hearing the growls of wolves around her. Fear swelling in her heart, Sasha tried to escape them, but the wolves followed her. She was running, running, but never getting away from the hellish creatures that persued her.
Suddenly Sasha woke up. She was still in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, and Madame Pomfrey was nervously watching her. Wondering what it was like to watch her in her werewolf state, Sasha sat up carefully.
"Whoa," she groaned, rubbing her head. "Am I okay?"
"You should be fine, dear," Madame Pomfrey said. "You're human again."
"I guess that's good," Sasha grinned. "That was horrible. I had dreams where I was a wolf, a white wolf."
"Well, they weren't too far from the truth!" Madame Pomfrey winked. "You make a beautiful wolf, Miss Sorbelle."
Sasha was allowed to return to the Slytherin common room after being given a potion to calm her nerves. Upon entering the common room, Sasha saw that Draco was the only one still there.
"Hi," Sasha said quietly. Draco stood and ran to her, pulling her into an embrace.
"How was it?" he asked, stroking her hair.
"Madame Pomfrey gave me a very strong sleeping potion, so I was asleep for the whole day," Sasha said, sighing. "I had these horrid dreams where I was a wolf, and I was being chased by these terrible black wolves. . . it was like hell had creeped into my sleep, Draco."
Draco shuddered and lead her to a couch, where Sasha lay down with her head on Dracos lap.
"Are you okay now?" Draco asked. Sasha nodded.
"Yeah. Just a little on the frightened side," she laughed quietly. "Madame Pomfrey told me I was beautiful as a wolf - white, she said so."
"You're beautiful as a human," Draco whispered to her as the fire in the fireplace dimmed, leaving them in near darkness. "I say so."
At his words, Sasha shivered pleasurably. She kissed him, feeling the last empty element in her demented life fill up.
THE END