The sleek limousine pulled up at the dingy pub that was the entrance to
Diagon Alley. There, Nicole's father, obviously accepting that she could
take care of herself now, embraced her and apologized for about the
thousandth time for his behavior. She hugged him back, she did, after all,
love him.
"Goodbye dad, I can find my own way back to my hotel, it's just around the corner." She smiled at him, and he handed her a small golden key for the joint account at Gringotts. She placed it carefully in her pocket, and smiled at him again, a rare occurrence for her when she was not intoxicated. She climbed out of the limousine and didn't look back as she entered the pub.
The door creaked angrily as she pushed the door open and stepped inside. Everyone sitting down looked up instantly, and she smirked at how funny they looked. So uniform and synchronized, as if all their minds were exactly the same. Following her father's directions, she counted bricks and tapped the correct one. The wall opened suddenly, revealing a bustling street full of activity. Nicole glanced around a moment, and headed towards the great crooked building called Gringotts bank. After persuading the goblin to take her to get her money, she climbed into the strange cart that rolled along on a railroad track. Down and down they went, finally coming to a halt in front of her parent's vault, number 3402. The key fit perfectly, and the solid doors creaked open to reveal a gigantic iron room filled to the brim with gold. She filled up her purse and closed the door, letting the goblin lock it. As she exited the building, she could still smell the mildew that grew on the walls so far down.
Looking at her list, she headed first to get her robes fitted. Approaching the shop, she tried to ignore the curious glances in her direction. She must have been the only person wearing jeans in the whole alley. As she pushed open the glass door, a little bell rang, signaling her presence. At the moment, the shopkeeper wasn't very busy, so she clamored over to be of assistance, putting down her newspaper and upsetting a feather duster in the process.
"Can I help you, miss?" Nicole immediately liked her; the woman didn't give her a look of disgust towards her appearance, but rather just smiled gently and waited for her to speak.
"Um, I kinda need some robes? I'm going to Hogwarts this year and." The woman didn't let her finish. "Hogwarts! How delightful! I'm sure you'll do well there! Sixth-year is it?" Not waiting for her answer, she immediately broke out the measuring tape. "A size 24 waist, how lovely, it's always a challenge fitting the robes to such petite figures, you must be the envy of all the boys..." and other mutters like this one followed. After a little while all her measurements were written down in the chicken-scratch writing of the woman, and she retreated to the back to see if she had anything already made in my size.
"You're in luck! This one's just a bit off. I'll make it fit with just a little wave.there we go perfect!" she exclaimed as she waved her wand at two comfortable-looking pitch robes she held in her hands. "Will you be needing any house robes? Oh I suppose you don't know just what your house is yet do you? A pity, they're very lovely. Oh well. That'll be 49 silver sickles please?" Nicole handed her some gold coins, and she made the correct change. She thanked the shopkeeper and left.
Her next stop was Olivanders'. The old man that came to her assistance smelled funny. She wrinkled up her nose unconsciously, but the man didn't notice. "In need of a wand?" he croaked out in a worn voice.
"That's why I'm here." She said with just a hint of sarcasm. He furrowed his eyebrows in anger, but he didn't say anything. 'Oh well, if your gonna ask stupid questions.' she thought. He roughly pulled a want off of one of the massive shelves. She had had many wands over the years, but had 'misplaced' every one because she hated how they had never worked for her. She was much better at potions, even though she didn't want to be a part of this whole witch thing.
"Try this one." He looked about to ad 'impatient brat' to the end of his statement. She waved it around for a moment, and nothing happened. He sighed and took out another one. This one also didn't work. The third one he took out was dark wood, and looked to be black. It was perfectly straight and sleek. She tentatively reached for it, and a pale glow emanated from her skin. "I think we've found it!" he exclaimed. She realized what a thrill it gave him when he found the 'right one' for somebody. She paid for the wand and left.
The checklist stated plainly that she needed lots of books. The first bookstore she found she dove into. People all around her were staring at her, and she couldn't stand it. She handed the list to the storeowner, a middle-aged blonde haired man, and he found her the appropriate books. After stopping at the apothecary and getting the items needed for potions' class, her purse still felt like it had had nothing removed from it. Her eyes fell on a sign that said 'pets for sale'. She stood there for a moment, debating what type of pet she wanted. The letter said strictly 'cats, toads, owls or rats ONLY' but she wasn't one to stick to rules. Against her better judgement she decided to obey the rules just this once, that and she really wanted a kitten.
Opening the heavy wooden-framed glass doors, she entered the shop, and the scent of sawdust hit her like a curtain. Stunned for only a moment, she managed to find several cages holding have a dozen cats each on the left- hand side of the store. They were sorted by colour, eye colour and hair shape, she could see as she approached them. Looking in the cages with black kittens in them, all begging her for a chance to play, she decided on a shorthaired black kitten with stunning violet eyes that matched her own. Opening the cage, all of the purple-eyed kittens climbed onto her immediately, purring loudly and licking her hands. Only one made it all the way up to her shoulder, and it's purring sounded strangely musical in her ear as it snuggled against her neck. Her heart melted. She pried the other kittens off of her body and closed the cage. Walking up to the counter, she touched her now sleeping companion and said, "I'd like this one, please." The young lady at the counter keyed up the kitten into the cash register and found a black litter box, a can of magical litter that never ran out, a water and food dish, a small bag of kitten food, and a bed, and rang them in as well.
"Your total comes to 20 galleons and 3 sickles, please. Nicole counted out the money and left the store, her kitten on her shoulder, and her encumbered with boxes and several levitating behind her. After the short walk to her hotel room, and several weird looks at the levitating boxes, she set up the cat things, and went to bed, ready for the train ride tomorrow.
The next day came way too early. She gathered up her remaining things, put the kitten on her shoulder, and called her chauffeur on his cell phone. "Come pick me up there's no way I can carry all this shit!" was her exasperated reply to 'Hello?' She called the bus boy to carry her luggage to the elevator, and checked underneath everything to make sure nothing was left behind. Today was officially her first day of hell. As the Limousine pulled up to the train station, her heart hit the floor. The kitten she had named Star was her only friend here, and given her appearance and the strange looks she'd received in Diagon Alley, presumably the only friend she'd make. Oh well. She didn't plan to stay the whole year anyway. The chauffeur carried all of her suitcases, while she carried on the kitten and its' food and water, her purse and the box of robes.
She climbed aboard the train, and her chauffeur loaded her things in one of the cargo cars. She found a vacant compartment, and settled into it. The as more and more students boarded she felt incredibly alone. She put on her headphones and listened to her favorite band, Robin Black and the Intergalactic Rock Stars. She glanced up at one point out the compartment window to see a pale-haired boy staring at her. Surprised, she quickly turned off the music and opened the door. "What the fuck do you want, little punk?"
He snarled at her. "Do you know WHOM you are speaking to, filthy mud- blood?" Gathered around him, with the same evil expression on their faces, were two guys that looked like football players. She almost laughed out loud at this, the typical British snob. She was about ready to smack him in the face.
"No, and I don't really care either. If you'd like to talk to me get rid of these two fat-asses behind you and maybe I'll think about it." She studied his face for a moment; he really was quite handsome, even if he did use way too much hair gel.
He snapped his fingers, sending the two monsters away. "My name is Draco Malfoy of Slytherin. I haven't seen you around before. Explain yourself."
"You're making demands of me? Get out of my sight you little worm." She turned to go back to her compartment.
"Stop! No one turns their back on me!"
She gritted her teeth, about ready to murder the little brat. She took a deep breath. "What do you want?" 'As if it will make any difference' she thought bitterly. She already hated him.
"I was wondering why you didn't start here when you were eleven?"
"Because I'm too good for your stupid rules? Now get out of my face." He abruptly turned and stormed back to his 'friends'. When Nicole had closed the door to her compartment safely, she burst into laughter and changed into her robes. "Haha! Draco! What the fuck kinda name is that? What an ass!" she allowed herself a few moments of joy.
Her body ached for some heroine. She pulled the curtains on the door window and reached into her purse to pull out a ready-made needle she had prepared in her hotel room earlier. Pushing the tip into the vein in her arm, she applied pressure on the top, and watched the liquid enter her. She used only enough to keep her steady, so she wouldn't be tripping all over her first day. If she ever needed more she could just send money to her 'friends' in Toronto. It was that simple. Owl post was not monitored.
Covering up all evidence of what had taken place, she rolled down her sleeve and flexed her arm. The pain would subside, and so would the burning in a moment. She had grown used to these sensations over time. The kitten jumped into her lap, and she pet it absent-mindedly.
A knock on her door stirred her from her thoughts. "What do you want?"
"Candy tray!" an overly cheerful voice called.
"No thanks! I don't want any!" she yelled at the lady. She heard the tray rumble by. The train eventually rolled up to the station. She gathered her things, and hid the kitten in the hood of her robe. It seemed quite content there.
She glanced around one last time, and then made her way off the train. A little bit difficult, with the expanse of students getting off the train. Someone called out "First years this way!" and Nicole briefly wondered if she'd join them. She decided to follow the masses, someone said that they'd take their bags up to her room, so she handed them over and kept walking, unluckily winding up next to Draco. He immediately tried to look down her robes.
She smirked when she saw this, and decided to get away from him as soon as possible. This plan didn't work, and she wound up sitting beside him in the hall. Everyone was seated at the four gigantic tables. The chairs were surprisingly comfortable. Draco, catching on that she knew he was looking at her, decided to stare down at the table instead. "So, is the table clean?" she asked innocently. He smirked, a delightfully cute expression for his face. She almost audibly gasped. No way was she going to think about HIM that way.
He looked at her fully and said, "you never told me what your name was."
"You'll hear it in a moment anyway." She was right. As soon as all the little first years got finished having a moldy hat scream out their house name, A strange old man called out her name.
"Lexus Robinson, please approach the sorting hat, if you will." Heads swiveled, searching for the foreign name. Draco looked at her, shocked, in recognition of her family name. The Robinson's just happened to be wealthier than the Malfoy's.
She gave him her best 'told you so' smile and stood up with a flourish. Walking straight, she let her robes swirl around her as she approached the man. "It's Nicole." She pointed out to the headmaster.
"Er- Nicole. Will you sit here please?" Against her instinct, she complied.
He placed the foul-smelling hat on her head. It was reading her mind! She let it know just how disgusting she thought it was. It seemed to find her equally gross and called out "SLYTHERIN!" as soon as it could. 'Whatever you filthy thing. I don't care.' She thought directly to the hat. "Where do I go?" she said to the old man. He pointed to the table she had been sitting at as he removed the now squirming hat from her head. 'Well, that makes it easy. It better not have messed up my hair.'
She glared at the hat and took her seat. Old Man made some announcements and then food appeared on her plate. Since she'd just had a shot of heroin, she wasn't that hungry. She picked at a roll, and talked to Draco. It seems he wasn't so bad. He'd noticed her red snake tattoo when she turned around, and asked about it. She told him that it was her very first tattoo and she had gotten it mostly to piss off her parents, and because it was a dare. His admiring face was a little unsettling.
"You have more than one?"
"Yeah," was her answer. She didn't feel like showing him the dragon and especially the broken heart on her left ass cheek. That one was too emotional to explain anyway. The novelty of why she'd gotten it done hadn't left her yet. Obviously put off by her answer, he asked if she wanted to skip out and go to her room early. "I don't know the way."
"I do. And I know the head boy this year, so I know the password as well." Grateful for the excuse to miss the rest of this boring food fest, she agreed. They stood up to leave, and a teacher looked directly at her. His black gaze burned through her, and she returned with equal force. No one pushed her around. He quickly looked back to his plate, and she walked out the door, following Draco.
Desperate to make conversation as they wound down cold corridors, Draco muttered, "Why do you take that bag with you everywhere?" Referring to her purse, of course. She debated telling him the real reason.
Instead she simply said "I have things that I need in here." And he accepted that.
"So, wow, you're a Robinson. I just thought you were some mudblood or something."
"Because my hair was pink? Wow Draco, you are incredibly-" The painting sliding open stopped what she was about to say. Gratefully because she knew she would have regretted it.
"What room are you in?" Draco said curtly as they stepped into a comfortably furnished room full of green banners and green everything. The fireplace was burning soundly and it was very warm. She immediately took off her robes, and walked around in dark jeans and a black bra. Draco looked astonished. She laughed at his lusty expression and began to explore.
"Where's the two-person room?"
"Oh you mean upstairs? That's co-ed." Realization dawned on his face.
"You're staying with me."
"Great. At least it wont be some chotchy princess that I have to learn to ignore." She walked up the stairs and opened the door. Her bed looked so inviting. There was two of them, king-sized, and lots of room. The bathroom was spacious. The tub was as big as a hot tub.
This room was obviously reserved for the head boy and girl, but it seems that Dumbledore had changed all this to accommodate her. It seems that whoever made up the rules for Slytherin favoured Draco as well. Interesting.
She unpacked some things, took the gently cradled kitten in out of the robes in her hands and set up the litter box and cat things in a little room off to the side that appeared to be created just for her. Draco unpacked his things, and helped her set up her stereo system with magic.
After everything was unpacked, she could hear noise coming from downstairs. It must have been the other students creeping up to bed. She magically locked the door, and stripped naked. Draco gaped, mouth open. She smirked at his astonishment, then reached for one of her silky nightgowns. Black, of course. She brushed her hair, and climbed into her huge four-poster bed.
"Night Draco." She sighed tiredly. She didn't hear his reply as sleep claimed her.
"Goodbye dad, I can find my own way back to my hotel, it's just around the corner." She smiled at him, and he handed her a small golden key for the joint account at Gringotts. She placed it carefully in her pocket, and smiled at him again, a rare occurrence for her when she was not intoxicated. She climbed out of the limousine and didn't look back as she entered the pub.
The door creaked angrily as she pushed the door open and stepped inside. Everyone sitting down looked up instantly, and she smirked at how funny they looked. So uniform and synchronized, as if all their minds were exactly the same. Following her father's directions, she counted bricks and tapped the correct one. The wall opened suddenly, revealing a bustling street full of activity. Nicole glanced around a moment, and headed towards the great crooked building called Gringotts bank. After persuading the goblin to take her to get her money, she climbed into the strange cart that rolled along on a railroad track. Down and down they went, finally coming to a halt in front of her parent's vault, number 3402. The key fit perfectly, and the solid doors creaked open to reveal a gigantic iron room filled to the brim with gold. She filled up her purse and closed the door, letting the goblin lock it. As she exited the building, she could still smell the mildew that grew on the walls so far down.
Looking at her list, she headed first to get her robes fitted. Approaching the shop, she tried to ignore the curious glances in her direction. She must have been the only person wearing jeans in the whole alley. As she pushed open the glass door, a little bell rang, signaling her presence. At the moment, the shopkeeper wasn't very busy, so she clamored over to be of assistance, putting down her newspaper and upsetting a feather duster in the process.
"Can I help you, miss?" Nicole immediately liked her; the woman didn't give her a look of disgust towards her appearance, but rather just smiled gently and waited for her to speak.
"Um, I kinda need some robes? I'm going to Hogwarts this year and." The woman didn't let her finish. "Hogwarts! How delightful! I'm sure you'll do well there! Sixth-year is it?" Not waiting for her answer, she immediately broke out the measuring tape. "A size 24 waist, how lovely, it's always a challenge fitting the robes to such petite figures, you must be the envy of all the boys..." and other mutters like this one followed. After a little while all her measurements were written down in the chicken-scratch writing of the woman, and she retreated to the back to see if she had anything already made in my size.
"You're in luck! This one's just a bit off. I'll make it fit with just a little wave.there we go perfect!" she exclaimed as she waved her wand at two comfortable-looking pitch robes she held in her hands. "Will you be needing any house robes? Oh I suppose you don't know just what your house is yet do you? A pity, they're very lovely. Oh well. That'll be 49 silver sickles please?" Nicole handed her some gold coins, and she made the correct change. She thanked the shopkeeper and left.
Her next stop was Olivanders'. The old man that came to her assistance smelled funny. She wrinkled up her nose unconsciously, but the man didn't notice. "In need of a wand?" he croaked out in a worn voice.
"That's why I'm here." She said with just a hint of sarcasm. He furrowed his eyebrows in anger, but he didn't say anything. 'Oh well, if your gonna ask stupid questions.' she thought. He roughly pulled a want off of one of the massive shelves. She had had many wands over the years, but had 'misplaced' every one because she hated how they had never worked for her. She was much better at potions, even though she didn't want to be a part of this whole witch thing.
"Try this one." He looked about to ad 'impatient brat' to the end of his statement. She waved it around for a moment, and nothing happened. He sighed and took out another one. This one also didn't work. The third one he took out was dark wood, and looked to be black. It was perfectly straight and sleek. She tentatively reached for it, and a pale glow emanated from her skin. "I think we've found it!" he exclaimed. She realized what a thrill it gave him when he found the 'right one' for somebody. She paid for the wand and left.
The checklist stated plainly that she needed lots of books. The first bookstore she found she dove into. People all around her were staring at her, and she couldn't stand it. She handed the list to the storeowner, a middle-aged blonde haired man, and he found her the appropriate books. After stopping at the apothecary and getting the items needed for potions' class, her purse still felt like it had had nothing removed from it. Her eyes fell on a sign that said 'pets for sale'. She stood there for a moment, debating what type of pet she wanted. The letter said strictly 'cats, toads, owls or rats ONLY' but she wasn't one to stick to rules. Against her better judgement she decided to obey the rules just this once, that and she really wanted a kitten.
Opening the heavy wooden-framed glass doors, she entered the shop, and the scent of sawdust hit her like a curtain. Stunned for only a moment, she managed to find several cages holding have a dozen cats each on the left- hand side of the store. They were sorted by colour, eye colour and hair shape, she could see as she approached them. Looking in the cages with black kittens in them, all begging her for a chance to play, she decided on a shorthaired black kitten with stunning violet eyes that matched her own. Opening the cage, all of the purple-eyed kittens climbed onto her immediately, purring loudly and licking her hands. Only one made it all the way up to her shoulder, and it's purring sounded strangely musical in her ear as it snuggled against her neck. Her heart melted. She pried the other kittens off of her body and closed the cage. Walking up to the counter, she touched her now sleeping companion and said, "I'd like this one, please." The young lady at the counter keyed up the kitten into the cash register and found a black litter box, a can of magical litter that never ran out, a water and food dish, a small bag of kitten food, and a bed, and rang them in as well.
"Your total comes to 20 galleons and 3 sickles, please. Nicole counted out the money and left the store, her kitten on her shoulder, and her encumbered with boxes and several levitating behind her. After the short walk to her hotel room, and several weird looks at the levitating boxes, she set up the cat things, and went to bed, ready for the train ride tomorrow.
The next day came way too early. She gathered up her remaining things, put the kitten on her shoulder, and called her chauffeur on his cell phone. "Come pick me up there's no way I can carry all this shit!" was her exasperated reply to 'Hello?' She called the bus boy to carry her luggage to the elevator, and checked underneath everything to make sure nothing was left behind. Today was officially her first day of hell. As the Limousine pulled up to the train station, her heart hit the floor. The kitten she had named Star was her only friend here, and given her appearance and the strange looks she'd received in Diagon Alley, presumably the only friend she'd make. Oh well. She didn't plan to stay the whole year anyway. The chauffeur carried all of her suitcases, while she carried on the kitten and its' food and water, her purse and the box of robes.
She climbed aboard the train, and her chauffeur loaded her things in one of the cargo cars. She found a vacant compartment, and settled into it. The as more and more students boarded she felt incredibly alone. She put on her headphones and listened to her favorite band, Robin Black and the Intergalactic Rock Stars. She glanced up at one point out the compartment window to see a pale-haired boy staring at her. Surprised, she quickly turned off the music and opened the door. "What the fuck do you want, little punk?"
He snarled at her. "Do you know WHOM you are speaking to, filthy mud- blood?" Gathered around him, with the same evil expression on their faces, were two guys that looked like football players. She almost laughed out loud at this, the typical British snob. She was about ready to smack him in the face.
"No, and I don't really care either. If you'd like to talk to me get rid of these two fat-asses behind you and maybe I'll think about it." She studied his face for a moment; he really was quite handsome, even if he did use way too much hair gel.
He snapped his fingers, sending the two monsters away. "My name is Draco Malfoy of Slytherin. I haven't seen you around before. Explain yourself."
"You're making demands of me? Get out of my sight you little worm." She turned to go back to her compartment.
"Stop! No one turns their back on me!"
She gritted her teeth, about ready to murder the little brat. She took a deep breath. "What do you want?" 'As if it will make any difference' she thought bitterly. She already hated him.
"I was wondering why you didn't start here when you were eleven?"
"Because I'm too good for your stupid rules? Now get out of my face." He abruptly turned and stormed back to his 'friends'. When Nicole had closed the door to her compartment safely, she burst into laughter and changed into her robes. "Haha! Draco! What the fuck kinda name is that? What an ass!" she allowed herself a few moments of joy.
Her body ached for some heroine. She pulled the curtains on the door window and reached into her purse to pull out a ready-made needle she had prepared in her hotel room earlier. Pushing the tip into the vein in her arm, she applied pressure on the top, and watched the liquid enter her. She used only enough to keep her steady, so she wouldn't be tripping all over her first day. If she ever needed more she could just send money to her 'friends' in Toronto. It was that simple. Owl post was not monitored.
Covering up all evidence of what had taken place, she rolled down her sleeve and flexed her arm. The pain would subside, and so would the burning in a moment. She had grown used to these sensations over time. The kitten jumped into her lap, and she pet it absent-mindedly.
A knock on her door stirred her from her thoughts. "What do you want?"
"Candy tray!" an overly cheerful voice called.
"No thanks! I don't want any!" she yelled at the lady. She heard the tray rumble by. The train eventually rolled up to the station. She gathered her things, and hid the kitten in the hood of her robe. It seemed quite content there.
She glanced around one last time, and then made her way off the train. A little bit difficult, with the expanse of students getting off the train. Someone called out "First years this way!" and Nicole briefly wondered if she'd join them. She decided to follow the masses, someone said that they'd take their bags up to her room, so she handed them over and kept walking, unluckily winding up next to Draco. He immediately tried to look down her robes.
She smirked when she saw this, and decided to get away from him as soon as possible. This plan didn't work, and she wound up sitting beside him in the hall. Everyone was seated at the four gigantic tables. The chairs were surprisingly comfortable. Draco, catching on that she knew he was looking at her, decided to stare down at the table instead. "So, is the table clean?" she asked innocently. He smirked, a delightfully cute expression for his face. She almost audibly gasped. No way was she going to think about HIM that way.
He looked at her fully and said, "you never told me what your name was."
"You'll hear it in a moment anyway." She was right. As soon as all the little first years got finished having a moldy hat scream out their house name, A strange old man called out her name.
"Lexus Robinson, please approach the sorting hat, if you will." Heads swiveled, searching for the foreign name. Draco looked at her, shocked, in recognition of her family name. The Robinson's just happened to be wealthier than the Malfoy's.
She gave him her best 'told you so' smile and stood up with a flourish. Walking straight, she let her robes swirl around her as she approached the man. "It's Nicole." She pointed out to the headmaster.
"Er- Nicole. Will you sit here please?" Against her instinct, she complied.
He placed the foul-smelling hat on her head. It was reading her mind! She let it know just how disgusting she thought it was. It seemed to find her equally gross and called out "SLYTHERIN!" as soon as it could. 'Whatever you filthy thing. I don't care.' She thought directly to the hat. "Where do I go?" she said to the old man. He pointed to the table she had been sitting at as he removed the now squirming hat from her head. 'Well, that makes it easy. It better not have messed up my hair.'
She glared at the hat and took her seat. Old Man made some announcements and then food appeared on her plate. Since she'd just had a shot of heroin, she wasn't that hungry. She picked at a roll, and talked to Draco. It seems he wasn't so bad. He'd noticed her red snake tattoo when she turned around, and asked about it. She told him that it was her very first tattoo and she had gotten it mostly to piss off her parents, and because it was a dare. His admiring face was a little unsettling.
"You have more than one?"
"Yeah," was her answer. She didn't feel like showing him the dragon and especially the broken heart on her left ass cheek. That one was too emotional to explain anyway. The novelty of why she'd gotten it done hadn't left her yet. Obviously put off by her answer, he asked if she wanted to skip out and go to her room early. "I don't know the way."
"I do. And I know the head boy this year, so I know the password as well." Grateful for the excuse to miss the rest of this boring food fest, she agreed. They stood up to leave, and a teacher looked directly at her. His black gaze burned through her, and she returned with equal force. No one pushed her around. He quickly looked back to his plate, and she walked out the door, following Draco.
Desperate to make conversation as they wound down cold corridors, Draco muttered, "Why do you take that bag with you everywhere?" Referring to her purse, of course. She debated telling him the real reason.
Instead she simply said "I have things that I need in here." And he accepted that.
"So, wow, you're a Robinson. I just thought you were some mudblood or something."
"Because my hair was pink? Wow Draco, you are incredibly-" The painting sliding open stopped what she was about to say. Gratefully because she knew she would have regretted it.
"What room are you in?" Draco said curtly as they stepped into a comfortably furnished room full of green banners and green everything. The fireplace was burning soundly and it was very warm. She immediately took off her robes, and walked around in dark jeans and a black bra. Draco looked astonished. She laughed at his lusty expression and began to explore.
"Where's the two-person room?"
"Oh you mean upstairs? That's co-ed." Realization dawned on his face.
"You're staying with me."
"Great. At least it wont be some chotchy princess that I have to learn to ignore." She walked up the stairs and opened the door. Her bed looked so inviting. There was two of them, king-sized, and lots of room. The bathroom was spacious. The tub was as big as a hot tub.
This room was obviously reserved for the head boy and girl, but it seems that Dumbledore had changed all this to accommodate her. It seems that whoever made up the rules for Slytherin favoured Draco as well. Interesting.
She unpacked some things, took the gently cradled kitten in out of the robes in her hands and set up the litter box and cat things in a little room off to the side that appeared to be created just for her. Draco unpacked his things, and helped her set up her stereo system with magic.
After everything was unpacked, she could hear noise coming from downstairs. It must have been the other students creeping up to bed. She magically locked the door, and stripped naked. Draco gaped, mouth open. She smirked at his astonishment, then reached for one of her silky nightgowns. Black, of course. She brushed her hair, and climbed into her huge four-poster bed.
"Night Draco." She sighed tiredly. She didn't hear his reply as sleep claimed her.