A/N: I'm sorry that the first chapter was so boring, but I just had to get the storylines across on my main character. I promise the rest will be more exciting, especially since she finally meets Draco. Let me know what you think…
Sweet Torture and Beautiful Misery
By:
VictorianWiccan
Abby's eyes fluttered open, as she was being gently shaken awake. "Wake up, sleepyhead. We're almost at school and you still need to change," said Harry as she stared blankly into his sparkling green eyes.
Absentmindedly, she fumbled around with the things in her trunk and pulled out her black robes. Quickly, she threw them over her head and shoved her journal in one of the pocket; it seemed a perfect fit. She turned back to Harry, "What did I miss?"
"Nothing," Harry replied with a sigh.
"That wasn't very convincing. What happened?"
"It's over with, don't worry about it."
"OK, then," she replied raising her eyebrows.
Harry directed her off the train and in the direction of the first years. There she met an enormous man with a very bushy beard and hair. Finally, she crossed the lake in the boats with a few other first years, who stared at her with curiosity. "What?" she barked at them, finally getting fed up with their constant stare.
They reached their destination. A great black castle came into view; its million and one windows were subtly lit. She gasped at its beauty and took in everything in the surroundings of it. If only Gillybean could see this, she thought to herself with a smirk.
When they reached the castle, Abby looking around in awe, a professor by the name of McGonagall, which Abby recognized from the letter, had prompted them on what was to happen. "I expect the best behavior from all of you." With a flick of the wrist, which meant to follow her, they were led out into the Great Hall.
The Hall was filled with floating candles and four tables side by side, and another at the head where the teachers sat. Abby looked up at the ceiling and was awestruck at the star strewn sky that was shimmering above her. Suddenly, they all stopped. "The Sorting Ceremony is basically to figure out which house you would fit into the most. Your house will be like your family for the next seven years at this school. Rewards with points are given to those who do good deeds and rule breaking takes away points. You have been warned." She waved her wand and a four-legged stool appeared, on top of it was an old hat with a semblance of a face.
One by one she called out the names of the students around Abby. Each time the hat sprung to life and yelled out a house destination for them all. But, alas, it was bound to happen. "Miss Abigail Lucas!"
Abby sighed and her heart began to race. She sat down on the stool, the entire school looking straight at her. "Hm," said the atop her head, "you've had a very painful past, I see, particularly with your mother."
"Oh, joy, you're announcing my worst horror to the whole school. Enjoy yourself, please."
"The students were astonished at her sarcasm, some even sniggered a bit, but the Sorting Hat continued, "With your, uh, eventful past-"
"That's one way to describe it," she muttered. Again, the students laughed quietly.
"Yes, well, you've shown true bravery. Your intellect is better than anything I've ever seen. Your wit is astounding, as I've witnessed, and your friendships with these people I see in your head are your most treasured possessions. You have qualities that ft all four houses equally." At that notion the entire Hall erupted into whispers. "But, as your greatest and worst memories excel with such bravery, it's almost unbearable to watch these recollections. I see it fit to put you in…Gryffindor!"
The table under the red and gold banners exploded with cheers. Abby stood up and walked to the very back, a little secluded from the rest of the house. While the ceremony continued, Abby pulled out her journal and ripped out a sheet of paper and began to write a letter to Gilly. The letter stated:
Gillybean,
I have been here for almost five whole minutes and there's already a hundred rumors flying around about me. How much worse could it be?
The ceremony finally finished and Abby looked up from her letter. Dumbledore has risen from his seat, his arms open to embrace the whole school. "Welcome to another year at Hogwarts! I hope this year will be as good as those past. This year, however, will be a little different for those who are fifth year and above."
Everyone glanced around to one another curiously. The looked up again at Dumbledore who now had a large basin full of red smoke sitting in front of him. "This year, we will be creating a unity between competing and feuding houses. Mainly, Slytherins with Gryffindors, and Ravenclaws with Hufflepuffs. Each pair I pull from this basin will be living together for the rest of their remaining time at Hogwarts. One boy and one girl form each opposing house will have to put their differences aside to share a dorm together. They will not complain because the teachers and I will not hear about it and are fully willing to take points to those who think the basin's arrangements are wrong. Now, let's get to the Sorting shall we?"
The hall, once again, burst into whispers, this time confused and somewhat angry. The basin shook and rattled in the front of the hall, which silenced the bickering children at once. A slip of paper flew into the air and Dumbledore caught it gracefully. He read, "Hermione Granger, Gryffindor will be pairing with Blaise Zambini of Slytherin." Abby looked down the table at Hermione whose face had drained of all color.
The Sorting continued putting Cho Chang and Ernie McMillan together, Harry Potter and Pansy Parkinson together, and Ronald Weasly with Millicent Bulstrode. Finally, it happened. Dumbledore's face lit up when he read the next names aloud. "Ah, our newest and most anticipated student this year, Miss Abigail Lucas." Abby's heartbeat quickened. She hated being put on the spot. "You, Miss, will be sharing a dorm with one, Draco Malfoy, Slytherin."
Abby had no idea who Draco Malfoy was, but from the sound of the condolences she received, it wasn't good news. "Tough break, Abby," said Ron as he left. The hall began to empty quickly and Abby realized she had no idea where she was going. Quickly, she caught up to the Headmaster who gave her directions and a password.
She moved swiftly through the halls up to the highest tower where the picture that Dumbledore had described to her was located. There was a gallant man being knighted by a fair maiden, they crowd watching him. "The Accolade," Abby muttered, completely fascinated.
"Very good, dear," said the woman in the painting, "but, now can you tell me the password?"
Abby stumbled backward a bit and stared at the painting that was now speaking to her. "Uh, seduisante," she stuttered back to the woman with the sword. She nodded and the portrait swung forward, revealing a large living room type space. There was a large, roaring fire already going. She also noticed a small dining table with two chairs, one on either side, a rose in a vase in the center. "Hm, practical," she muttered to herself with an evil smile.
"About time you showed up." A head rose from the couch that sat across from the fire. He had white-blonde hair that was falling slightly into his captivating silver eyes.
He was very good looking, she noted, almost enough to make her forget to respond. "Well, aren't you just a regular prince charming?" she retorted, finally finding words.
His smirk was amazing, and she stared at him in awe. "I'm Draco Malfoy. Sir Malfoy to you mudbloods."
Anger flushed her cheeks and she replied, "I don't know what a mudblood is, but I certainly will not hear it anymore. I'm Abigail, by the way."
"What happens if I say mudblood again? What are you going to do?" he asked seemingly amused.
"It'll be the last thing you ever say…Goodnight, Draco." With that last note, she walked up the spiral stairs to the dorm where she would sleep. Yet, she found no sleep in there at all. She walked out onto the balcony being reminded of home. I miss Gilly so much. I wonder if she's having as much jolly fun as I'm having, she thought rolling her eyes. When she toured around her room, she noticed that she would have to share a bathroom with Malfoy as connected both their rooms together.
Abby flopped down on her bed as she heard Malfoy stomp into his room. With a smirk, she pulled out a permanent marker and starting to write on her wall:
It's a crimeYou let it happen to me
Out of mind
Forget it
Easy to please
Never mind, forget it
Just memories
On a page inside a spiral notebook
Just fade away
Please let me stay
Caught in your way
I could live forever here
How can I believe
When this cloud hangs over me
It's a part of me
That I can never be…Finally, she added the last touch that consisted of a specially drawn hanged heart taken from the CD art of The Used. A/N: Sorry, I had to add that!
She heard a slight noise and looked up to see Malfoy staring at her from the threshold leading to the bathroom. "What are you doing?" he inquired.
She was about to tell him that it was none of his business but she bit her tongue and replied calmly, "I was getting ready for bed. Goodnight, Malfoy." He bid her goodnight without the slightest tinge of attitude and headed into his room for a dreamland all his own.
For the first time in almost twelve years, Abby had more than four hours of sleep that night. She dreamt about her future at Hogwarts. It could be so much worse, she thought as she started to drift off to sleep.