A/N- Woohoo! I'm updating for the third time in a month. You should be very grateful. I'll now try to make it four times in a month. Anyway, this chapter just sets the scene for the school year, and a little bit of drama (well, I think it is). All of you, who think Draco would never harm a fly, stop reading this chapter before they go to dinner. That also goes to those who don't want to see Siobhan in tears. On with this chappie, and remember to review! Or no next chapter!
Chapter 7- The first day at Hogwarts
Siobhan opened her eyes slowly. God, she so didn't want to wake up, but then again, she wanted to get away from the dreams. First watching her mother die over and over again as if someone was pressing the rewind button, and another dream, that she had only recently begun to get. She was in total darkness, and all she could see was a pair of eyes. Red eyes, watching her intently, and then a piercing laugh. No matter how much she tried she could never shake the image of those eyes away. Sometimes she thought she was staring in the mirror, those eyes resembled hers, apart that they were all red.
She knew it was early morning from the ray of sunlight that streamed through the gap in her curtain. Siobhan gradually got up and swung her legs over the bed. Putting on her slippers she made her way down to the common room, and quickly sunk into an armchair, curling up into a ball. It was cold, and that was to be expected since the fire was nothing more than burnt coal, and she was wearing an unwise choice of nightwear- a tank top and shorts. Before Siobhan knew it tears had come to her eyes, and found herself crying. She didn't know why. She just felt so alone. She opened her palm and found she was holding a crumpled picture of her mother, and no-one else but Peter McKenna, hugging, laughing. Why she was holding a picture of the man she loathed so much she really didn't know. His perfect blonde hair, his perfect straight dazzling white teeth, his perfect looks enough to make anybody sick, Siobhan loathed all of that. She and only a few others knew that that man was everything but perfect.
Siobhan began ripping up the photo. She didn't want a constant reminder of him. It had to be destroyed. She threw the remains of the photo in the fireplace, but before she could set it alight, somebody interrupted her.
"Why are you doing that Siobhan?" the person asked, and Siobhan spun around to look at who was talking. She looked right into the emerald eyes of Harry.
"It's nothing. It has to go. It just has to," she said and settled back down into the armchair. Harry repaired the photo and handed it back to Siobhan. "Thanks, but I really don't want it."
"Was that your mother? And someone else. Can't be your father since you said you get your dark hair and eyes from your father." Harry sat down on the arm of the armchair, and waited for her response.
"My mother's ex-fiancé. The Perfect Man, with perfect looks, perfect job, perfect life. That's what she thought anyway."
"Oh, I'm sensing that you didn't really like him. The fact that you're ripping up the photo was my number one clue."
"Sure, whatever. Not that it's any of your business anyway. So if you don't mind I'd like it if you didn't stick your nose into things that don't concern you." Siobhan was feeling really moody, and she felt like if she talked about it, it would release her secret out into the open, which she didn't want.
"Sorry, didn't think it was that big a deal. If you ever feel like you need to talk I'm here, and so is Hermione, and Ron, though he's a bit on the insensitive side." Harry looked at her, his eyes full of concern. There was no way that Siobhan could tell him to piss off.
"No, I'm sorry. I just don't like talking about some things in my life. And I hope you understand that. Being friends with me isn't easy. I have weird moods, and I weird habits," she told him. Harry hugged her gently, and Siobhan simply melted into the hug. She felt so comfortable there. She felt as if she could stay in his arms forever for some strange reason. Harry felt he could hold onto her forever, even if he had only known her for a day, he felt connected to her somehow.
"Don't worry, it's not easy being friends with me easy. At least we have one thing in common. So, I see you're an early riser. Most Gryffindors don't wake up until about 7.30," he said letting go off her.
"Couldn't sleep. Nightmares. It's either sleep or wake up. I chose to wake up. And why are you here so early?"
"The same as you. See, that's a second thing we have in common. We both have nightmares. Maybe we could stay awake together sometime, go to the kitchens, and have a wonder round school. It'll take our minds off of things." Harry's eyes twinkled, and a grin spread across his face so Siobhan wasn't sure whether he was joking.
"Are you asking me on a date Mr. Potter?" she asked looking at him quizzically. He nodded and Siobhan couldn't help but laugh. "I'm sure that would be fine. Just tell me where and when. It'll sort of be like a midnight date. Never been one of them before."
"You sure? I mean, we've known each other for half a day, not counting the time we sleep. If you don't want to go on a date, it's fine. It was just an idea since we both can't sleep at night. Maybe this way we'll keep each other company, and get some sleep." Siobhan put her hand on Harry's arm to silence him.
"If I said yes, I mean yes. So quite trying to dissuade me. I'm sure it will be wonderful going on midnight stroll with the famous Harry Potter. Even if it doesn't go well, we can still be friends."
"Yeah, I guess so..." he mumbled looking down at his feet. Then he turned back to Siobhan and looked her up and down. He tugged at her tank top which was now showing her midriff, and a lovely piercing on her belly button. "Aren't you cold in that? You might as well be wearing just your underwear. Like the piercing though." He was now studying the crystal flower on her stomach.
"Yep, I'm freezing, and thanks, I got it done a couple of weeks ago. My dad will go spare if he finds out. And aren't you boiling in that?" she asked tugging at his blue and white striped pyjamas. Come to think of it, he was feeling a bit hot. Harry looked at his watch. It was 7.15. Most Gryffindors would be waking up soon.
"Well, I guess we'd better get dressed. They'll be waking up any minute now. It's been nice talking to you. Let's do this again sometime."
"Yeah, we definitely should." Siobhan looked into Harry's sparkling emerald eyes, Harry's into Siobhan's warm dark eyes. They continued to stare at each other, and then somebody made a farting noise behind him. Harry pulled out of the gaze, to find Peeves rolling about in laughter.
"Ooh, naughty sixth years. That's what rooms are for you know," Peeves said before sweeping off. Harry and Siobhan both looked down at the floor and blushed, before making their way to the dormitories.
As Siobhan came down the stairs from the dormitories, she found Hermione waiting at the foot of the stairs, tapping her feet and muttering to herself. When she saw Siobhan she immediately started giving her a lecture on the importance of being early.
"Alright, Hermione, I get the point. It's not like I told you to wait anyway, you could have gone," Siobhan said to Hermione as they walked down towards the Great Hall.
"Nonsense. You would've gotten lost. But I'm sure Harry would've loved to accompany you, since you two seem to be totally smitten," Hermione replied. Siobhan stopped in her tracks her mouth wide open. "Don't act like you don't know what I'm on about. I saw you two this morning, all cosy together."
"That was just a friendly hug. Nothing more Hermione. Your imagination is getting the best of you."
"Sure, but I saw what I saw, and you know I'm right. There's nothing wrong with Harry anyway, nice bloke, but too self-centred sometimes, and only sometimes. Don't ask me why I'm with Ron because Ron is the most insensitive person in the world, but I guess that's what I like about him."
Hermione settled down next to Ron who gave her quick nibble on the ear, and Siobhan in between Dean Thomas and Neville who she gave a quick peck on the cheek. Dean watched Siobhan, taking aback from her subtle beauty, and her intense eyes. It wasn't until Ron gave him a kick from across the table, that he stopped looking. He was after all going out with Ron's younger sister, Ginny who was sitting right next to him enveloped in a deep conversation with Colin Creevey, and it had taken a lot of owls between Dean and Ron to make Ron finally allow Dean to date Ginny.
Half-way through breakfast that Harry showed up, a smile on his face. Siobhan made space between her and Dean, and Harry sat down. He still wore the happy expression as he helped himself to some bacon.
"How about a 'Good morning, Siobhan', is that to much to ask for?" Siobhan asked him, his cheerful face starting to annoy her. "Harry, what on earth are you so cheerful about? It's a Monday for goodness sake."
"Well..." he started saying drawing the word out. Siobhan hit him round the back of the head to make him spit it out." I've been made Captain for the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain, and this year we're going to wipe the floor with Slytherin."
"I wouldn't be so sure of myself Mr. Potter," Professor McGonagall said handing Harry and Siobhan their timetables . "If I'm not mistaken you haven't got a proper team assembled." She walked away and continued handing out the timetables.
"Harry, don't let her put you down. You'll manage to get a team together, and hopefully I'll be on it. I want to try out as a Chaser if there's a space available," Siobhan asked, before fixing her eyes on the timetable.
"Yeah, sure. I'll have to organise a day for Try-Out's." Harry also looked down at his timetable for the first time. "Man, whoever made this timetable is a nutcase. They've paired us with Slytherin for every lesson, except Care of Magical Creatures. That means every single lesson today is with Slytherin."
"I don't know what you're complaining about Harry. At least you get Wednesday's off. I'm also taking Arithmancy on Wednesday afternoon's," Hermione piped up, having been listening to the conversation.
"It's Potions you two should be worried about. I think Snape has definitely got it in for you two, which means they'll be point-ducking, detentions, and a lot of fails involved," Ron said, running his hand through his hair to show that he was stressing for them. "Rule number one is: Don't get mouthy with Snape, and you're life will be so much easier."
"And don't look him in the eye. His stare is enough to vaporise anyone into a pile of dust," Dean said helpfully.
"If you can help it don't breath," Ginny added, joining in with the conversation. "Or it would be easier if you crawled into a hole and died."
"But if he's got it in for you, he's got in for you so it doesn't really matter what you do and what you don't do," Neville spoke up. "Like me, he doesn't like me because I'm no good at Potions. Always finds a fault in my potions."
"Don't worry Cousin Nev, I'm sure this year will be much better. Trust me. If he's got it in for me as well as Harry, he won't have time to pick on you," Siobhan reassured Neville, giving him a small hug.
"Yes, well, I hate to interrupt the advice giving session, but we are going to be so late for History of Magic if we don't get moving," Hermione said as Neville pulled out of the hug. They stuffed the remaining food on their plates in their mouths before legging it to the History of Magic classroom.
Slytherin was already sitting down when they got there, and a few of the Gryffindors. After exchanging dirty looks with the enemy house, they settled down. The lesson was very slow, and dragged along, especially since it was a double lesson, which most of their lessons were. The main cause was Professor Binn's flat voice, which made you fall asleep. Hermione was, of course, the only one taking any full notes, Slytherin taking the occasional note, and Gryffindor just staring into space or falling asleep, apart from Siobhan who was determined to pull up her Acceptable in History of Magic, to at least Exceeding Excellent. She was taking more notes than most people, but not as much as Hermione.
"Do you guys ever take your own notes?" she asked Harry and Ron who were sitting on either side of her. They shook their heads.
"Not when you have Hermione around. It's easier to copy it up when you have an exam coming up and cram until your brains hurt," Ron explained. Hermione looked up from her parchment which was at least two feet long, even though her handwriting was tiny.
"You do know that one of these days, Professor Binn might decide to have a pop quiz, and you two will be completely oblivious to what's going on," Hermione said before returning to her note-taking.
"The chance of that happening is one is a million," Ron replied rolling his eyes.
To Ron's dismay and to Hermione's pleasure, they did in fact have a pop quiz. About ten minutes before the end of the lesson, Professor Binn told them to put their notes away, and in turn he asked them a question about the lesson they had just had. Slytherin got though it all of them getting at least eight out of ten, apart from Crabbe and Goyle who are exceptions to the rule. Professor Binn was halfway through Gryffindor, who were averaging about 6 out of ten. He got through Harry and Ron who managed to get a 5 out of ten, and then it was Siobhan's turn.
"Miss McKay, which witch allowed herself to get caught and burnt at the stake no fewer than forty-seven times in the fourteenth century?" Professor Binn asked his voice, still boring although he was speaking directly to Siobhan. Siobhan remained quiet and didn't answer. "Come on now, this is only revision."
"Um...was it...um," Siobhan began; although she had a vague idea of the answer she wasn't entirely sure. "Was it... um? Wendi the... um... Weird?"
"Not quite, but very close. 8 out of ten. Now does anybody else know the right answer?" he said turning to the class. Only Hermione's hand shot up into the air. "Yes Miss Granger?"
"It was Wendelin the Weird who got herself caught and burnt no less than forty-seven times, as she enjoyed the burning sensation that came when she used a Flame-Freezing Spell," Hermione said, as if she was reading from a textbook.
"Well done, Miss Granger. Ten points to Gryffindor and ten out of ten for you. Now class dismissed." As he finished his sentence the bell went, and the class filed out, down towards the dungeons, for Double Potions.
They got there early and both Malfoy usually used this as an excuse to annoy the heck out of any Gryffindor, especially the Trio. Since they were outside of the Potions Lab it was an easy way of getting them in trouble with Snape. Instead he turned to Siobhan.
"Excuse my behaviour on the train yesterday. I didn't mean to offend you, or anybody associated with you," Malfoy said, Crabbe and Goyle in tow. Not that they would be any help after what happened on the train. "I wonder if we could get to know each other better. Maybe on the Hogsmeade trip next week?"
Everybody around gasped in shock. Draco Malfoy asking a Gryffindor on a date? That was something new. Harry looked at Malfoy with pure loathing. If Malfoy somehow managed to snatch Siobhan of her feet, he would be yesterday's trash. Pansy Parkinson looked at Siobhan with hatred. Siobhan was everything Pansy was not: pretty, popular and Malfoy at her feet. Pansy wanted Malfoy, and they had been to the Yule Ball together, but nothing official.
"Eh, let me think," she said tapping her head thoughtfully with one finger. "Eh... no, not in a million years. I don't date arrogant bastards like you. Plus I'm already going with someone."
"Oh yeah? Who would that be? Anyone I know?" Malfoy looked around and looked at the person, Siobhan was looking at. "You cannot be serious. You are not going out with Potter, are you? Potter?" Malfoy had a serious look of disbelief on his face.
"Yes, Potter. Have you got a problem with that?" Siobhan stepped forward and looked Malfoy straight in the eyes. "If you have then take it up with me." She shoved Malfoy with her hands and he stepped backwards.
"I've never been one to beat up a girl, but McKay you are going to be an exception. You are very different. Most girls are bowled over by my good looks." He flicked his platinum blonde hair out of his face, since he now had it in curtains, and smiled, a smile most girls would consider cute.
"I'm going to enjoy beating up that perfect face of yours. Girls, say goodbye to the arrogant, perfect faced Draco, because I'm going to turn that face of his so unrecognisable, you'll won't be able to look at him for awhile." Siobhan took out her wand and was about to mutter a hex, when Harry laid his hand on her shoulder.
"Don't Siobhan. Particularly not in the dungeons. This is Slytherin territory, and you never know where Snape might be lurking. Though his big nose would be hard to miss," Harry said, and Siobhan slowly lowered her wand.
"Quick thinking, Mr. Potter," a voice spoke, making everybody jump. The cold sneering voice belonged to no other than Professor Snape. "Though that last comment has just cost you ten points, and Ms. McKay has just cost Gryffindor twenty points. I do not tolerate foolish wand waving in what Mr. Potter calls, 'Slytherin territory'." He turned and walked into the Potions Lab, the class following.
The class settled in their usual seats, Siobhan settling down comfortably next to Neville who sat somewhere at the front. Professor Snape looked around the classroom, looking at each student in turn before he spoke.
"I do not know how some of you got into this class, nor do I care either. This is a very important class as it is asked in the many careers that you do. Any misbehaving then I will not hesitate to throw you out of my class," he said, his eyes flickering towards Harry and then Siobhan. "Today we shall be making The Draught of Living Death, but before we start I shall be seeing how much you know about this. Ms. McKay, tell me what ingredients make this potion?" He looked at her expectantly, and Siobhan simply stared at him.
She had never been one to pay attention in Potions, or any lesson for that fact but she knew the answer. Somewhere very far in the back of her brain. Hermione's hand shot up, along with Harry's who had been asked this question in his first year. Siobhan bit her lip and had a go.
"Um... the main ingredients are....eh... asphodel and... um...wormwood," Siobhan said slowly her fingers crossed under the table, hoping that the answer was right.
"Correct, and what does this potion do?" Siobhan's eyes widened, and Snape smirked in triumph as he could see Siobhan had no clue what's so ever. "Give us the answer then, we haven't got all day."
"Well..." she said drawing out the word like Harry had done that morning. "It's a potion of the... um... living dead." Siobhan knew it was a stupid answer but she was praying Snape would have some consideration.
"Clearly, there is a lot of air in that head of yours, Ms. McKay," Snape sneered, making the Slytherins laugh, whilst the rest of the class glared at him. "No, The Draught of the Living Death is not a potion of the living dead, it is a sleeping potion so powerful that the person who drinks the potion is alive but seems dead."
The rest of the lesson wasn't too bad. Snape put the instructions on the board and they got started on the draught. The instructions were so small that Siobhan had to squint to make out anything that was written. Snape did his usual round criticizing everybody's work, all apart from Malfoy who he seemed to favour. When he got to Siobhan's potion he stared into the pale- blue mixture, the colour it was supposed to be.
"What is this?" he asked even though he was staring into it.
"Well what do you think? It's the Draught of Living Death, what you asked us to make," Siobhan answered, unaware that she was being rude.
"Ten points from Gryffindor for that unnecessary tone. You need to make it thicker otherwise this will not be able to make the laziest lion fall asleep." He moved on and went to torment some other poor soul.
By the end of the lesson Siobhan had managed to make the potion without blowing anything up. It was the right shade of blue, and she bottled it and brought it up to Snape's desk at the front of the classroom, putting their names on each of them.
"This was one of the best lessons I've had, which contained Mr. Longbottom," Snape said. "Since he managed to get through a double lesson without blowing anything up, I award five points to Gryffindor." Malfoy's mouth dropped open, and Neville went bright red. The bell went and the class began to make their way out of the classroom, but before anyone had made it out of the door, they heard two crashes. On the floor were two flasks; their content spilled all over.
"Oops, my bad. I guess Ms. McKay and Mr. Potter will get zero for today's work. Stay behind, and I will make arrangements for you to re-do the potion in your spare time, of course." Snape cleaned it up and re-settled in his chair. Once the room was empty apart from the two he asked to stay behind, he began to explain.
"Don't worry about your potion's. I will award both of you eight out of ten on this one-off occasion, as I did indeed knock your flasks off my desk as a reason to keep you behind. The reason why I have kept you behind is because I have been instructed to teach Mr. Potter Occlumensy, and you Ms. McKay Legilimensy and improve your Occlumensy."
"Why on earth would I want to learn Legilimensy or improve my Occlumensy?" Siobhan asked confused, since her father had not once mentioned it to her.
"I do not exactly want to teach you in my spare time, however, you father has made a personal request, and he presumes that you will accept."
"Fine, but don't expect me to be any good."
"I don't, seeing your particularly dumb answer earlier this lesson. I expect you to come to the dungeons every day at eight o'clock sharp, starting from tomorrow. Tardiness is not acceptable. Now you may go."
Siobhan and Harry left but didn't say a word to each other until they were out of Slytherin territory. Basically, until they were out of earshot.
"So did you really mean what you said in the dungeons?" Harry asked.
"Yes, of course I'm no good at Legilimensy or Occlumensy," she answered him.
"You know what I'm talking about. About going with me to Hogsmeade next week." Harry stopped and held onto Siobhan's hand making her stop as well. He looked into her eyes, and Siobhan smiled.
"Of course I did. It was either go out with you or go out with Malfoy, and I didn't fancy it that much. Plus I need someone to show me around."
"K, I just wanted to know. It'll be fun, there's a lot to see, and they serve the best Butterbeer in England. Well, so I think."
"Harry, you'll make a great tour guide. Just imagine how much money people would pay just to go on a tour of Hogsmeade with the great Harry Potter- the Boy-Who-Lived. I mean, there are people out there who would pay like a thousand Galleons for that." They both laughed at the thought, and then made their way the Great Hall for lunch.
Transfiguration was alright. Professor McGonagall gave them a few doorknobs to transfigure into dormice, and everyone succeeded apart from a few who had made their mouse with gold fur, or one that still had a pattern. The class which everyone was looking forward to was Defence Against the Dark Arts taught by everyone's favourite teacher, Remus J. Lupin.
When the bell rang everyone filed out of the Transfiguration classroom, and made their way towards the D.A.D.A. classroom, all eager to learn, even the Slytherins. They were greeted by Professor Lupin, who looked so different. He was wearing the new robes and shoes that Siobhan had bought him during the summer, he had less bags under his eyes, and his hair was neatly styled. To someone his age, you might say he was attractive. They filed into the classroom, and Professor Lupin started the lesson.
"It's nice to see that all of you passed your OWL's in this class, though I must say we will be covering a large range of practical work to make up for the performance of your last teacher," he began. It was true since Dolores Umbridge had probably been the worst D.A.D.A. teacher in the history of Hogwarts, and the ugliest too. "Here on the board are what we shall aim to achieve each week. Every term we shall have a test to see what you have learnt, and at the end of the year a practise NEWT exam. Copy it down, and then we can get started."
Everybody anxiously took out a parchment and quill not wanting to waste precious time, even though they had a double lesson. The scratching of quills would have been very irritating if they hadn't been so eager to write it all down, so that they could get started.
"Right now everybody is finished copying it down, we'll get started. I want to focus on protecting yourself whilst you are duelling. It's easy enough to say 'protego' and it blocks it, but what if you haven't got your wand? We'll be working on protecting yourself, without the use of your wand." People around the class were looking at him like he was a maniac. They had never thought that most magic was done with your wand.
"Professor, how is that physically possible?" Lavender Brown asked, a rather puzzled look on her face.
"You see, Lavender, magic is a very complicated thing. A wand without a wizard is nothing but a piece of wood. This means that the magic doesn't come from the wand itself but the person. It takes a little practise but eventually you get there. So how about I get a volunteer, and then I can get you started in pairs?" He looked around the classroom. Many people were nervous about the whole thing as they didn't trust him or his talk. "How about Siobhan? Come up here and do your best."
Siobhan had been trying to hide all that time, and her head was barely visible above the desk. Everybody now turned to face her, and Professor Lupin was looking at her expectantly. She slowly slid out of her seat and went to in front of Professor Lupin.
"So, what am meant to do exactly?" Siobhan asked feeling slightly nervous about the whole thing. It's not that she couldn't handle it; it was just the whole pretend-I-don't-know-you thing that made her uncomfortable.
"First of all we're going to demonstrate to those who don't know already how to protect yourself with their wand. On the count of three, I'm going to throw a simple spell at you and all you have to do is block it, alright?" he said standing ready to say the spell. Siobhan nodded, and held her wand firmly in her hand. "One...two...three...RICTUSEMPRA!"
"PROTEGO!" Siobhan shouted and the spell bouncing off her, as objects bounced off of her father's cupboard.
"Well done, now give me your wand." Siobhan threw her wand over to Professor Lupin, who put it down on the table. "This time, I want you to do the same thing but without your wand. Just try your best." Siobhan nodded, and balanced herself, ready for anything that hit her. "One...two...three...RICTUSEMPRA!"
"PROTEGO!" Once again the spell bounced off her, and went zooming in the opposite direction. The class clapped politely, amazed that it could be done.
"Very good. Now I don't want you to say anything. I just want you to concentrate on blocking the spell. Can you try that? Even if it fails, it's just a harmless tickling spell." Again, Siobhan nodded and steadied herself, ready. "One...two...three...RICTUSEMPRA!"
Siobhan concentrated hard, and to her astonishment the spell bounced off. She flicked a loose strand of hair out of her eyes, and smiled at her success. The class started clapping, well mostly Gryffindor, and Siobhan took a bow before returning to her seat.
"Brilliant, fifty points to Gryffindor for that outstanding demonstration. Now get a partner, and start practising. Remember, a simple spell like the one I have just used is better in case the person isn't too confident. Take it easy, and only progress at your own pace."
The class paired up, Harry with Siobhan. Siobhan obviously didn't need to do any work on it and spent most of the lesson trying to get Harry to perfect it. A few times he ended up in laughing fits, but not as much as much as most of the people. Malfoy was nearly as bad as Crabbe and Goyle, who couldn't even protect themselves with the wand. When the lesson ended, the class was sad for it to be over. They didn't even groan when Professor Lupin told them to read in their textbooks about alternative magic, and write no less than a foot, which wasn't much. They made their way to their dormitories to deposit their things, and freshen up, before making their way to dinner.
Siobhan had a few things that she needed to sort out and told the rest to go down to dinner, and that she would join them as soon as she was finished. Problem was, the minute she started making her way towards the Great Hall, she realised she had forgotten the way. She kept walking, and found herself in a long corridor with empty frames, or those with paintings, their owners looking evil. From behind her she heard a noise, and she spun around quickly in fright. Standing there with his platinum blonde hair standing out from the corridor, was Malfoy.
"Tell me, what is a beautiful Gryffindor doing so far away from the Great Hall, and the Gryffindor Tower, lurking in a dark corridors. It may not be safe," he said, his voice icy, his eyes grey and piercing.
"I've only been here a day, Malfoy. I obviously get lost," she replied, partly pleased that someone had found her, but something in his eyes told her that something wasn't quite right. Malfoy walked closer to her, and examined her carefully. He got closer, and closer. In fact too close. Close enough to run his fingers down the side of her face.
"My God, you're more beautiful up close." He leaned down, bringing his face closer to Siobhan's, his lips closer to hers, but before he could go any further, she pushed him back.
"What is it that you think you're doing? I don't like you and I never will. Just give me directions to the Great Hall, and leave me alone." Malfoy, however, did not leave her alone. He pushed her onto the wall, grabbing her wrists tightly. He was showing more strength than he had shown on the train the day before. The more Siobhan struggled, the more his grip tightened.
"Stop struggling, because I'll only hurt you even more. No-one, I mean, no- one says no to Draco Malfoy. I get everything I want, when I want it. Even if I have to use force." He pushed his lips onto Siobhan's, pushing his tongue through. Siobhan bit him, and he pulled his head back from the pain. "BITCH! You are really asking for it."
"Go ahead, Draco. You're gentle compared to what I've been through. Well what are you waiting for? go ahead." Siobhan regretted her choice of words, especially when he kneed her in the stomach, right where here scar was. She gritted her teeth in pain, determined not to show that she was in pain. "Ah, isn't that sweet? Little Draco knows how to hurt someone."
"Shut it. What is it with you? You're different to all the girls I know. Your too tough, too cocky. You seem almost boyish but you maintain the girl side of you. Oh what do I care, I only want you for your looks, and the fact that you're a pure-blood." He went in for another kiss, but this time Siobhan was ready. She moved her head, and he ended up kissing the wall.
"Ha, ha, you're going to have to do better than that. I'm not an easy one you know, I've learned that perfect looks can be deceiving."
"I'm bored of this game, but mind you I'll be back for more. And every time I'll get more violent till I get what I want." He slapped her across the face hard, his rings catching her lip and the side of her face, creating two cuts. "Thought I'd give you a taster of what is to come if you don't co- operate. Well, see you around my exquisite pure-blood. I'll be counting the hours until I next see you."
Malfoy simply walked away, not looking behind or anything. But deep inside was another story. He felt bad about what he had done, but he got what he wanted. Always. There was something about Siobhan that intrigued him. It was the air of mystery that she left behind her. How was she so damn good at D.A.D.A? How was she so strong for a girl? Or more importantly, what was she hiding? He tried to shake the thoughts away as he entered the Great Hall and joined his fellow Slytherins, but found that he couldn't. The image of Siobhan's face was etched in his memory.
Siobhan was just sitting down, leaning against the wall, observing her sore wrists. Malfoy had held them quite tightly, and his hands had been replaced by stinging red rings. It wasn't so much the physical pain that hurt but the mental pain. Why was he doing this to her? Sure she had threatened him, but there was no need for him to do this to her. She had been through it once before, and memories that she had tried so hard to erase, came flooding back. Her eyes pricked with tears, and she tried so much to hold them back, but found she could not. They streamed down her face freely. She didn't care whether the portraits that had looked evil, now looked concerned. She needed someone to love her. All she needed was a reassuring hug. But there wasn't anybody to give her that. And Siobhan knew it.
She stood up, and wiped the last of the tears away. Siobhan ran, as fast as her feet could carry her. To where, she had no idea. She just ran and ran until she bumped into someone. A person who cared about her, who felt as if they'd known each other forever, a person who really loved her, despite that she was oblivious of the fact.
A/N- The end of another chappie. Hope you liked it. Now don't forget to review if you've read this far. It'll only take a minute or so. I'm going on holiday; so don't expect an immediate update. Has anybody figured out who is Peter McKenna and what did he do to Siobhan? Or, who is Emily, and what is her connection to Siobhan? Well, happy thinking!