1Where I Belong
Um... don't own Harry Potter, just like to mess with JKR's characters!
Chapter 2-Dreams
The Slytherin common room had a strange appeal to it. It was a dungeon like area made of stone walls with large Silver and Green Slytherin banners high-lighting some spots on the mostly bare walls. The largest of the banners was above a large fireplace in the center of the room, flanked by two large stained glass windows bearing images of Snakes. These were covered by green curtains that matched the dark hue of the couches, chairs, loveseats, and recliners randomly arranged in the room.
It was a strangly comfortable chamber with a cold but welcoming character. In the center of the room were 2 tables-each half the size of the ones in the Great Hall- placed parallel to each other, probably for parties or such occasions. The final shocking features were the huge rug with the Slytherin Snake on the floor- worn from many ages of student- and a chandelier that looked like many snakes woven together and suspended in mid-air.
The first years, including me, were fascinated by the size and appearance of the room only accessible by pronouncing the words "Venomous Viper" to a painting of a man-somewhat skinny and tall- in front of the entrance.
"Girls' dormitories to the right, boys' to the left. Your belongings have been brought up already. One final note- in the rooms, lights out is by 11:00PM, but the common room is open all night in case you need to study or talk. It is strongly suggested that you get to bed at lights out. Classes start tomorrow at 9:00AM and breakfast is served at 7:30AM, and discontinued at 8:15AM. Good night!" I hadn't heard the name of the tall, brunet, female prefect leader, and essentially, out better, but she had left less than a second after finishing her speech.
"Well, I think it would be smart if we get SOME sleep the night before our first classes, so I'll see you tomorrow, Liz," Draco said to me before leaving to go to his dorm. I hadn't met any girls yet, but it wouldn't be hard since I had to share a room with all the first years.
Entering the first year dorm wasn't much different from entering the common room. The dorm had dark green carpeting and the walls were adorned with Slytherin coat of arms. This year, there were 6 first year Slytherin girls, 2 of which (excluding me) were in the room, excitedly chatting with each other. I found my belongings topped with my gorgeous black and auburn barn owl (pretty good looking for a barn owl) and laid down in the bed next to it, after closing the curtains around it and letting Jasmine out of her cage, closing my eyes. Never did I think I would be in a school like this. Before I knew it, my thoughts had wandered away and the sound of girls unpacking and giggling had left too...
My eyes opened slowly... All I saw was darkness around me, but I was in the light. Two figures stepped toward the spotlight on either side of me, but I could not see them-I could only hear their quiet footsteps.
"Step away, boy, she's mine," said the first voice. I heard murder in his words and strongly familiar voice.
"You don't deserve her. She's not like you," said the second voice, this one more familiar than the last. Two robed figures, wands at the ready, stepped forward into the light. They pulled back their hoods, revealing a blaring head of red hair for one, and golden-almost white blonde hair-for the other.
"Stop!" I pleaded, "Don't do anything, please!" Neither seemed to hear me. "Please, listen, please!"
I snapped awake. The clock next to me read 4:30AM, and I fell back into bed and put my arm over my eyes. That dream was so strange. I tried to fall back asleep and gave up after the clock said 4:36AM and the raven black sky changed to the deepest blue (the color of his eyes).
3rd year sucked. It wasn't too hard-but just enough to threaten me-our Quidditch team wasn't exactly on fire, and guys, gosh, that's... Ron and I flirted and he seemed to like me, but Draco was my friend. He didn't want me to go out with the Griffindor guys ("It's for your own good.") and seemed to flirt with me a lot (my most recent clue was when I was startled by a boggart in Defense Against the Dark Arts, grabbed his hand, and he held mine back). Looking at the clock, it said 4:39AM. Sick of trying to wait for morning, I dressed, combed my hair, grabbed a book, and went to the common room.
I had never been up this early in the morning before. It was so quiet and peaceful, and the only light was from the fireplace, and so I quietly padded to the seat nearest to the light. Silently, I sat and opened my book, but I could not read, because I heard breathing. Quickly, I looked up and around.
"Who's there?" I said with a slight panic in my voice. The breathing got closer, until it seemed almost inches from me.
"Why are you so scared, Liz?" came a voice from the darkness. The figure stepped forward and sat on the opposite end of the loveseat from me. I gave a sigh of releif.
"I didn't expect anyone to be awake at this hour, Malfoy. You startled me," I replied. The silver-blonde haired Slytherin boy, smirked, as if he had accomplished his goal. He leaned over, put my book on the ground, and took my hands.
"I'm sorry," he whispered in my ear with love in his voice. Feeling the warm breath in and on my ear, I shivered and was overcome with goosebumps. "It's been three, almost four years we've known each other. I'm surprised you're startled when something like that has happened." He followed the line of my eyes over to the book he had placed on the ground. He saw my bookmark, a drawing I had done of Ron during one of my classes. "Please tell me you're not in love with Weasel... he has that Granger girl, anyway. Leave them to that-come with me, it's for the best, I promise." My heart soared hearing Draco of all people SAY this, mean this, and... oh my gosh, my heart did a backflip and landed in my stomach.
"Draco, you're my best friend, and I know you don't want me hurt. I've always been with you and I'll do my best to never hurt you. Ever since the first day of the first year, I had fallen in love with you." I left out that I had also fallen in love with Ron. "I will always be with you." I smiled back at him and surprisingly, he hugged me and held me close. The sweet scent of his robes enticed me even furthur. I leaned into him, almost surrendering to the sleep that denied me for so long, but rather, I closed my eyes and stayed with him in silence. Never did he object. He kissed my forehead once, and then, closed his eyes.
Later that morning, so much time had passed that it was now 7:30AM, and the Slytherin Quidditch captain stood tall over us, shadowing both our figures. He shook me and Draco until we roused and awoke.
"Did you forget about the game today? Wake up, lovebirds, Griffindor vs. Slytherin and you need your breakfast," he yelled at us. Hand in hand, Draco and I walked to the Great Hall for breakfast before the important game.
"Would you look at that!" Harry said in surprise, nudging Hermione.
"That's atrocious! I think I'm gonna be sick!" Hermione exclaimed.
"What?" Ron inquired, looking strangely at his friends. Hermione pointed a delicate finger, callused from extensive writing, at Draco and I-him with his arm around me waist, kissing my upper cheek slightly, me smiling brightly.
"I swear I will never be able to sleep again," said Harry, pretending to retch. I looked over, hearing his insult, but saw Ron with a disheartened, almost broken look in his eyes. It's for the better, I reminded myself, tearing my own eyes away from his soul sucked eyes and met my true love's eyes. Doing my best to read his eyes, they said, "He'll be okay. He has Hermione." I gave a weak smile and his mouth beckoned for me to kiss him with a puppy dog frown. Slowly, I lifted my head and my lips caressed his ever so softly, and he longingly returned the favor.
"Get a room, why don't you, Malfoy?" Hermione yelled at my love, and indirectly at me. My head only truly snapped over after hearing Ron give a little whine, and he took off down the halls in the opposite direction, leaving everyone dumbfounded. Ignoring Draco's words, I tore loose from him and followed Ron down the sunlit, winding halls.
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