I own nothing except Ivy, Skye and the concept. Everything else goes to JK Rowling. I have nothing to give in case of a lawsuit. Unless you want my smut.
Ivy smiled as Skye's head appeared in the fireplace. It had only been three weeks but both girls felt the distance tenfold. Ivy had begun to fit in with her peers, becoming best friends with both Ginny Weasley and Blaise Zambini. She was now known as the school flirt, seen multiple times flashing a smile or giving a wink to boys of all ages above 13. Now, since the common room had long ago emptied as students went to study in their rooms, Ivy could finally confide the secret that she had been dying to tell her friend.
"I didn't get to tell you earlier, but you'll never guess who's a student here," Ivy began, her face becoming the rare red shade of her blush. Skye started at the faint blush across her friend's face, not much could make either of them blush anymore. Desperately wanting the answer, she immediately asked, "Who? Tell me!"
"Remember the last night we went out before I was shipped here?" Skye suddenly interrupted, "It's the guy! Oh my god, the guy you had a one-night stand with? He's there?" Ivy nodded, smiling in amusement as she witnessed Skye dumbstruck.
"Normally, there wouldn't be a problem. But you should've seen what happened the first night I was here. He followed me to the entrance of the common room, grabbed me and tried to kiss me! I hadn't even known he was here, so it scared the crap out of me. After I knew who it was, I told him off."
"What'd you say?" asked Skye, intrigued by the new turn Ivy's first few weeks had taken.
"I told him to bugger off and that just because we had sex doesn't mean that we have a relationship. I basically crushed him. I feel kinda bad about it, but I need a new start."
"A new start? Without me?"
"No, just a change where I'm not kicked out of school for having sex in the bathroom," she replied, smiling wryly. Skye sighed in relief, inwardly knowing her best friend wouldn't forget about her. "So…has he left you alone?"
"Not exactly. He stopped talking to me outside of classes we have, but I see him watching me all the time. He also sneers or glares whenever I talk to a guy. It's sweet, but a little stalkerish. Not that I mind, he is quite the stud muffin." They giggled for a while over boys and life in general before they noticed the time and said their goodbyes.
"I promise that I'll write and call you as often as possible. If you can get a hold of a fireplace again, let me know. I miss you!" Ivy exclaimed.
"And I promise that I'll come visit you soon. Do you think they let people visit? They better or they'll get the bad end of my wand!" Skye promised and smiled a cheeky grin before her head disappeared with a 'pop' sound. Ivy sighed and slowly trudged her way up the stair to the girl's dorm. Thankfully, since her arrival was such short notice, she had a room and bathroom all to herself. She stripped quickly, putting on her favorite lingerie and laid down to sleep. Her last thoughts were of her past life before dark oblivion overtook her.
Time flew, or at least it seemed. Ivy continued her late night talks with Skye and she continued to be both irritated by Draco and flattered by him as well. Not that it mattered, as she had recently acquired a handsome older boyfriend. And every girl in school was jealous that she snagged the former school Quidditch star, the one and only Oliver Wood. It had only been a wide smile and a toss of her hair that had brought him over to her from his expedition in the Quidditch shop. And everyone knew that if Wood could find someone or something that took his mind off of Quidditch that he was in love. Or a version of love. Ivy was quite sure that it was only lust that fueled the relationship and that once they got past the sex, they might become good friends. Also, she had a sneaking suspicion that he might be gay. Not that it mattered at the moment. As long as they were happy, it was all good. And they were definitely happy.
While Ivy left school grounds often to rendezvous with Oliver, Draco watched her, seething that she thought she could just forget their night. He didn't want to force her or anything, but he had to know for sure that it wasn't a fluke. He could've sworn that she had had the same emotion in her eyes as he had been feeling in his chest before she pushed it down and ripped his heart out.
His plan was in place, and on the day that it was to go off, something unbelievable happened that put his whole world in a spin.
To Be Continued
