Finally folk's chapter 9 has arrived! I know you've all been waiting so
very patiently and I commend you for that. Well here it is... (Sorry I've
been so busy with my play and everything that I haven't been able to write
this in a long time!)
Hazel slowly opened her eyes and saw a slivery-green canopy twinkling at her in the morning sun. She blinked again, and then sat up. Looking around, she saw she was in a fairly large room with many green and silver adornments. Suddenly a tall blond haired boy walked out of what must have been the bathroom.
"So you're up. That's good," said Draco opening his wardrobe to put on a black cloak over his school uniform.
"What am I doing here!? And where exactly am I? " said Hazel nervously. Then it hit her. She had run into something in the hall last night.
"Well you're in my bed chambers, obviously. I thought you would've picked up on that by now Miss Stirling," said Draco with a smirk on his face. "Now if you'd like to freshen up after last night, there's a shower in there," he added pointing to the door he had just come out of. "I'll have your clothes brought up."
"What do you mean 'Last Night'?" asked Hazel nervously but with anger; pulling the soft silky sheets off of her body and putting her feet on the cold stone ground. Her hands were gripped tightly on the edge of the bed wrinkling the sheets under her clenched fingers.
"Oh but don't you remember? Didn't it mean anything to you?" he said mockingly. Then Draco sniggered and walked out of the room; down the winding flight of stairs.
Hazel was now alone in Draco Malfoy's bedroom. Her mind was filled with questions. She didn't remember very much about last night. It was possible that she had done something with this slimy git, no matter how much she wished it wasn't true. She decided just to take a shower anyways.
Walking over to the big doors leading into his bathroom, Hazel felt a soft bear skin rug under her naked feet. She peeked her head inside the enormous bathroom and saw on one wall, an elaborate mirror outlined in brilliantly designed hand crafted silver snakes. Under that was a large marble sink with various bottles of mysterious liquids. Hazel then crossed the room to where a big marble Jacuzzi looking bathtub with many taps along the edges sat. And next to that was a shower of equal excellence. Hazel was speechless.
"This truly is the room of a Slytherin. This must be then times better than even the prefect's bathroom!" thought Hazel to herself, running her fingers across the smooth marble wall. Everything around her was green and silver and beautiful.
She turned on the tap in the shower and steamy water billowed out. Taking her clothes off, Hazel set them on the tub next to the shower and stepped into the foggy glass doors leading to a heated paradise.
The warm water felt like heaven on her skin. After about twenty minutes of this heavenly experience Hazel got out and found a towel to wrap around her dripping self. When she opened the doors to Draco's bed chambers, she found a new set of school robes set in a nice little pile on Draco's bed. After putting on the clothes, Hazel walked over to the door Draco had left out of. She cautiously opened the door expecting some sudden attack but meeting only a small dark flight of winding stone stairs. Hazel walked down each step unaware of what awaited around every corner. Soon the cautious brunette met a dimly lit common room with, to her fear, many unfriendly looking Slytherins sitting about in random armchairs.
A voluptuous looking, filled out, curly blond haired girl came up to Hazel with a smug look plastered on her face. "What are YOU doing here? And coming out of Draco's bed chambers! Even I've never seen them," said the girl in an annoyingly high pitched voice.
"Umm... where's the way out of this horrid place?" Hazel spat eyeing the girl. She did not like her at all.
"You didn't answer my question bitch!" she screamed making her voice more high pitched, if possible. "Answer me now!"
"No thanks, I'll just be on my way now." And with that Hazel she saw a door open and a large Slytherin walk in. Taking advantage of this she walked over to the door and out of it into the dark dungeon corridors.
The walls were dark and grimy. Hazel hoped she would never be down here again. What HAD happened last night? All she could remember was running through the corridors crying. Oh yes! She had run into something... Draco Malfoy. Her imagination took over and she couldn't stand it anymore. Hazel let out a loud yell that boomed and echoed down the corridor.
"Something... or someone on your mind?" asked a figure emerging from the shadows.
"What do you want Malfoy?" said Hazel already knowing it was Draco without even looking at him. "Haven't you done enough?"
"Not even close sweetie. I must say; last night was pretty interesting." He said trying to hold back a snigger.
"What exactly happened last night? We didn't..." said Hazel not finishing her thought. She didn't even want to thing that THAT happened.
"I think ill keep that secret to myself. If you don't remember, why should I tell you? All I have to say is that you were pretty good but I've had better." Saying this, his face glowed with smugness and pride. This pushed Hazel off the edge. She slapped him across the face leaving a red hand print on his transparent cheek. Then she burst into tears and ran off down the dark corridor.
ANOTHER CLIFFHANGER ON THE LOOSE!!!!!!! I love cliffers (whoa cool new weird word).
Hazel slowly opened her eyes and saw a slivery-green canopy twinkling at her in the morning sun. She blinked again, and then sat up. Looking around, she saw she was in a fairly large room with many green and silver adornments. Suddenly a tall blond haired boy walked out of what must have been the bathroom.
"So you're up. That's good," said Draco opening his wardrobe to put on a black cloak over his school uniform.
"What am I doing here!? And where exactly am I? " said Hazel nervously. Then it hit her. She had run into something in the hall last night.
"Well you're in my bed chambers, obviously. I thought you would've picked up on that by now Miss Stirling," said Draco with a smirk on his face. "Now if you'd like to freshen up after last night, there's a shower in there," he added pointing to the door he had just come out of. "I'll have your clothes brought up."
"What do you mean 'Last Night'?" asked Hazel nervously but with anger; pulling the soft silky sheets off of her body and putting her feet on the cold stone ground. Her hands were gripped tightly on the edge of the bed wrinkling the sheets under her clenched fingers.
"Oh but don't you remember? Didn't it mean anything to you?" he said mockingly. Then Draco sniggered and walked out of the room; down the winding flight of stairs.
Hazel was now alone in Draco Malfoy's bedroom. Her mind was filled with questions. She didn't remember very much about last night. It was possible that she had done something with this slimy git, no matter how much she wished it wasn't true. She decided just to take a shower anyways.
Walking over to the big doors leading into his bathroom, Hazel felt a soft bear skin rug under her naked feet. She peeked her head inside the enormous bathroom and saw on one wall, an elaborate mirror outlined in brilliantly designed hand crafted silver snakes. Under that was a large marble sink with various bottles of mysterious liquids. Hazel then crossed the room to where a big marble Jacuzzi looking bathtub with many taps along the edges sat. And next to that was a shower of equal excellence. Hazel was speechless.
"This truly is the room of a Slytherin. This must be then times better than even the prefect's bathroom!" thought Hazel to herself, running her fingers across the smooth marble wall. Everything around her was green and silver and beautiful.
She turned on the tap in the shower and steamy water billowed out. Taking her clothes off, Hazel set them on the tub next to the shower and stepped into the foggy glass doors leading to a heated paradise.
The warm water felt like heaven on her skin. After about twenty minutes of this heavenly experience Hazel got out and found a towel to wrap around her dripping self. When she opened the doors to Draco's bed chambers, she found a new set of school robes set in a nice little pile on Draco's bed. After putting on the clothes, Hazel walked over to the door Draco had left out of. She cautiously opened the door expecting some sudden attack but meeting only a small dark flight of winding stone stairs. Hazel walked down each step unaware of what awaited around every corner. Soon the cautious brunette met a dimly lit common room with, to her fear, many unfriendly looking Slytherins sitting about in random armchairs.
A voluptuous looking, filled out, curly blond haired girl came up to Hazel with a smug look plastered on her face. "What are YOU doing here? And coming out of Draco's bed chambers! Even I've never seen them," said the girl in an annoyingly high pitched voice.
"Umm... where's the way out of this horrid place?" Hazel spat eyeing the girl. She did not like her at all.
"You didn't answer my question bitch!" she screamed making her voice more high pitched, if possible. "Answer me now!"
"No thanks, I'll just be on my way now." And with that Hazel she saw a door open and a large Slytherin walk in. Taking advantage of this she walked over to the door and out of it into the dark dungeon corridors.
The walls were dark and grimy. Hazel hoped she would never be down here again. What HAD happened last night? All she could remember was running through the corridors crying. Oh yes! She had run into something... Draco Malfoy. Her imagination took over and she couldn't stand it anymore. Hazel let out a loud yell that boomed and echoed down the corridor.
"Something... or someone on your mind?" asked a figure emerging from the shadows.
"What do you want Malfoy?" said Hazel already knowing it was Draco without even looking at him. "Haven't you done enough?"
"Not even close sweetie. I must say; last night was pretty interesting." He said trying to hold back a snigger.
"What exactly happened last night? We didn't..." said Hazel not finishing her thought. She didn't even want to thing that THAT happened.
"I think ill keep that secret to myself. If you don't remember, why should I tell you? All I have to say is that you were pretty good but I've had better." Saying this, his face glowed with smugness and pride. This pushed Hazel off the edge. She slapped him across the face leaving a red hand print on his transparent cheek. Then she burst into tears and ran off down the dark corridor.
ANOTHER CLIFFHANGER ON THE LOOSE!!!!!!! I love cliffers (whoa cool new weird word).