Thanks for all my great reviews!! Okay...four reviews. But that's okay, it is my first. Here come the special messages:
Flora: Thanks so much, I'm glad you like it! There will be pairings, but I'm not quite sure whom I want to pair up. Ron will definitely like Drea, but they wouldn't be a good couple so that isn't going to happen. I considered Draco, but I think it's too early in the game for her to really see him in that light ... she really didn't like him in the last chapter and that can take a long time to do away with. I'm really toying with the thought of Charlie/Drea because of her interest in dragons and also the fact that Charlie comes to the school for the Triwizard Tourny. It could get interesting because Ron will like her, but then there's the age gap. Mostly, I think it will mostly be crushes in this one. Also, I'd love to tell you about the eyes, but that's something that you're going to have to wait for. Wouldn't wanna spoil the fun!
dragonwing: Thanks!! I love Drea too! Keep reading or your imagination will kill you! I'm pretty sure that nobody will guess about the parents, it's pretty screwed up.
Vanyaria Darkshadow: Haha, thanks for not flaming, glad to know you couldn't find anything to flame about! Yes, I am a very slow updater...but it's not because I'm stubborn...it's because I'm a slow writer...haha. By the way, I finished reading your journals and they're awesome!!
Earelen: Thanks for your many compliments!! Your review made me so happy! Yeah, I read the thing about teeth-brushing and it is a bit confusing...my bad. You've inspired me to keep those little nothings about people that make them real.
Brianne: Thanks bum bum! Haha, glad you're enjoying it.
Chapter Four - Wouldn't You Like To Know
Drea awoke the next morning feeling refreshed. She lay peacefully for a moment, allowing herself to wake up properly, then swung her legs over the edge of the bed.
She asked a portrait on the wall for the time, ("One quarter of an hour after six") then walked down to the bathrooms to shower.
Twenty minutes later she got out, towel-dried her hair, and pulled it into messy buns at the base of her head. She finished putting on her new school uniform, put make-up on her eyes, and walked back to her dorm.
The dorm was still quiet when she got there, so she collected her books for the morning (Transfiguration and Care of Magical Creatures) and sauntered down to the Great Hall.
Her own table was completely empty, save one first year student. The Ravenclaw table was almost full, and the Hufflepuff and Gryffindor tables were about a third full. Sighing, Drea sat down, quite far from the other student, as she had never liked kids, and took two pieces of toast. She smothered one with cranberry jelly, the other with cheese, and pressed them together.
Chewing silently on her sandwich, Drea watched the other students. The Ravenclaws were talking animatedly about their new schedule, the Hufflepuffs were quietly talking about Merlin knows what, and the Gryffindors just looked tired.
Three new students entered the hall and went to the Gryffindor table. The girl was talking furiously about house-elves or some such thing. She looked over a Drea, smiled, then sat down and continued to talk. The boys, Drea noticed, weren't listening at all. One of the boys, a cute red-haired boy, was looking right at her. She waved nonchalantly, and he suddenly became very interested in his schedule, although his eyes lit up like diamonds and his cheeks turned a slightly deeper shade of pink.
Drea glanced toward the door to the Great Hall, and noticed Draco, Pansy and two other boys that she didn't know walking toward the table. Pansy was talking to Draco about entering the Triwizard tournament, although he clearly wasn't paying attention. The other two boys didn't speak, as though it was their place to be there, but not to say anything.
Suddenly, hundreds of owls came soaring through the windows of the Great Hall. A large eagle owl dropped a large package in front of Draco. Drea's baby screech owl came soaring into her lap, along with its mother. It's mother, Sandy, had a large, brown envelope in its mouth, and dropped it gently onto the table.
Drea gave Sandy the last bite of her sandwich, and gave Midget, the younger owl, and an orange slice. They ate happily while she opened the envelope.
Drea,
How is Hogwarts? I hope you're having a good time so far. I also hope that you haven't got into trouble yet, although knowing you, you probably have, Haha. Write back once you've done some of your classes and let me know how they're going. Good Luck.
Lots of Love,
From Dad
Drea put the letter into her bag, happy that nobody, especially Pansy Parkinson, had seen it. It wasn't that she was scared of Pansy, but more that she wasn't sure if she could control herself if Pansy said anything.
"Whatcha thinkin' about?" asked Xander.
Drea jumped, causing her owls to take off quickly. She had been so lost in thought about her dad and Pansy that she hadn't noticed that Candra, Xander, Chase and Jadon had joined her. She recovered quickly though, and laughing, said,
"If I wanted you to know, I'd've said it, rather than thought it," she replied, remembering something that her dad had said to her once.
"I suppose you would have," he replied, pretending to think hard about it.
Chase punched him playfully in the shoulder, called him a moron, and then grabbed a spoonful of eggs and four pieces of toast. He ate them at breakneck speed, causing Drea, Jadon and Xander to stare.
"What are you doing that you need to eat that fast?" asked Xander.
"I hafta meet Christi before class, I haven't seen her yet," he replied, but how he managed to do it with so much food in his mouth, Drea didn't know. He threw the two leftover pieces of toast into his bag and walked out of the Great Hall. Drea could hear him start to run as soon as he left the Hall.
"Is Christi his girlfriend?" asked Drea.
"Yeah, they've been dating since 3rd year. She's in Ravenclaw though, so they don't hang out in public," answered Xander.
"That's sad," said Drea.
"If I was dating Chase, I would let everyone know," said Candra, turning slightly pink in the cheeks.
"Yeah, but if you were dating Chase, it would be socially all right because you're in Slytherin," Xander commented, completely oblivious.
"I suppose," said Candra quietly.
"This school has a lot of strange politics," said Drea.
"Yeah, it does," said Xander. "Anyhow, I have to get going, I have to show the first years where their classes are, then I should get to mine. Candra, you can show Drea her classes, right?"
"Yeah, of course," replied Candra.
"See you guys later then," he said, and Jadon got up to follow him.
"Bye," they said in unison. Candra started to giggle at this, but stopped quickly because of the look that she got from Drea.
Suddenly, Professor Snape entered the Great Hall. Normally, Drea would have hardly noticed because she was so lost in thought, but the way in which the Professor walked in was too extravagant to miss.
Drea almost started laughing at how menacing the potions Professor looked and quickly became very interested in her school bag.
"Should we go then?" asked Candra, mistaking Drea's sudden interest for eagerness to get to class.
"Yeah, sure," she replied, and followed Candra out of the Hall to their first class, Transfiguration.
Transfiguration was fairly uneventful. Drea was slightly more advanced in the class, but only technique-wise, and managed to transfigure her sunflower into an umbrella before anyone else (5 points to Slytherin), followed only by Draco and another girl that Drea didn't know.
When the class was dismissed, Drea followed Candra to their next class, Care of Magical Creatures. By the time they got outside to where the class was held, the Gryffindors were already there.
Drea saw a brown-haired girl leap back in disgust. Wondering momentarily what could possibly have been so horrifying, Drea peered into a large wooden crate. After seeing the contents, Drea herself felt a little repulsed and backed away to join Candra, who had grown accustomed to Hagrid's idea of interesting creatures, and had intelligently decided to stay back until absolutely necessary.
"On'y jus' hatched," Drea heard an extremely large man, bearing an equally large mass of hair, say proudly, "so yeh'll be able ter raise 'em yerselves! Thought we'd make a bit of a project of it!" He smiled brightly at a small group of Gryffindor students, looking for approval.
Drea, having never experienced a class of this sort, was wary, yet excited for the project. The others, however, looked disappointed and even a bit scared. A cold voice floated above the quiet muttering; a voice that, unfortunately, Drea recognized as the powerful, yet voice of Draco Malfoy.
"And why would we want to raise them? I mean, what do they do? What is the point of them?" asked Draco smugly.
You ignorant prat! Drea thought to herself. I learned this in 2nd year!
Haggard, however, seemed a bit stunned by the question. "Erm...well, see, tha's the lesson, Malfoy. Yer jus' feedin' 'em today. Now, yeh'll wan' ter try 'em on a few diff'rent things - I've never had 'em before, not sure what they'll go fer - I got ant eggs an' frog livers an' a bit o' grass snake - just try 'em out with a bit of each."
"We took this in 2nd year," Drea whispered to Candra. "Blast-Ended Skrewts are vegetarians. They live mainly off of grasses and leaves." Candra giggled quietly then walked over to the box to pick out a Skrewt. Drea was about to pull one of the Skrewts out of the box when the brunette shrieked.
"Eurgh, Hagrid, what's that pointy thing on it?"
"Ah, some of 'em have got stings," said Hagrid enthusiastically. "I reckon they're the males ... the females've got sorta sucker things on their bellies ... I think they might be ter suck blood.
Obviously, thought Drea curtly.
"Well, I can certainly see why we're trying to keep them alive," said Malfoy sarcastically. "Who wouldn't want pets that can burn, sting and bite all at once?"
"Just because they're not very pretty, it doesn't mean they're no useful," a bushy-haired girl replied sharply. Drea recognized her as the girl that had smiled at her in the Great Hall. "Dragon blood's amazingly magical, but you wouldn't want a dragon for a pet, would you?"
Who wouldn't want a dragon for a pet? Drea thought seriously.
Draco made a rude gesture toward her, a gesture that Drea recognized instantly as the pureblood way of calling someone a mudblood without their knowledge. He then turned back to his Skrewt and began force-feeding it a handful of frog livers.
The rest of the class was fairly calm, save the occasional scream from someone who's Skrewt had just blasted. Drea approached Hagrid at the end of the class, gave him a couple of polite pointers about the Skrewts, then walked up to the castle for lunch.
Candra and Drea immediately spotted Jadon and Xander at the Slytherin table. They walked over to the table, sat down, and began to eat instantly.
"Where's Chase?" asked Candra suddenly.
"Christi missed him more than any of us expected," said Xander slyly, winking at Drea. "If my assumptions are correct, he's either in a bathroom somewhere or in one of the Dorms."
"Oh," was all that Candra could manage to say. Drea saw in her eyes that she was sad, maybe even with a hint of jealousy mixed in.
"Come on Candra, I need to find my Arithmancy class, and I don't want you to be late for History of Magic," Drea said urgently, causing Candra to look up in surprise.
"But Drea, there's still 25 minutes before class starts."
"I know that. I walk slower after eating," she answered lamely.
"Alright then. I'll see you guys later," Candra said, waving to Jadon and Xander from across the Great Hall where her and Drea were already leaving.
Candra turned left and walked up three flights of stairs before either of them said anything.
"Are you okay?" asked Drea carefully.
"Sure, yeah, why wouldn't I be?"
"You really like Chase don't you?"
"Well, yeah, I guess so," she answered, not understanding where this was going. "I mean, I've liked him since I met him in first year. Jadon was showing me around, and introduced me to him, and he said I was cute." All of a sudden, Candra started to cry. Drea, not having much experience in the girl-crying-over-boy department, felt quite awkward.
"Candra ... does, um, Chase know that you like him?" she asked, hoping to find the source for the crying.
"No!" she cried, beginning to bawl. She sat down on the stairs, head in her hands. Drea sat beside her, putting an arm around her shaking body.
"I'm sorry," Candra said after a few minutes. "I'll be okay now. Thanks for listening, I feel a lot better," she sniffed. "Now, we should get you to class. You don't want to be late with Professor Vector. He's very strict about promptness."
"Oh, Candra, I only said that to get you away from the Great Hall," Drea said sincerely.
"I know," Candra said, smiling. "You know, when I first saw you, I thought that you were going to be a stereotypical Slytherin. I'm glad you're not." She walked up the stairs to the sixth floor, turned right, and motioned to the 3rd door. "That'll be Professor Vector's room. Your class starts in ten minutes. I'll see you at dinner!"
Drea walked into the class, took a desk in the middle of the room, then went to take out her book. She pulled a large, maroon book from her bag, then realized that she had been so preoccupied with Candra that she hadn't gone to get her Arithmancy text. She got up and ran from the room, almost running into whom she assumed was Professor Vector on her way out.
She got to the Dorms in record time, grabbed her text, and then ran back up the stairs to the Arithmancy class. She was glad that the stairs hadn't decided to change; otherwise she would have been hopelessly lost. She saw the bushy-haired girl running toward the class from the opposite direction. The girl smiled pleasantly, then turned into the room. She took the desk in front of Drea's, right up in the front of the room. Professor Vector smiled slightly, commenting on how it seemed that more than one person was in a hurry. The bell rang and the class started.
Professor Vector began explaining the different sub-categories in which you can alter a spell; Drea looked around the room. The only Slytherin in the room was Draco, sitting three desks away from her, who seemed bored. Drea assumed that this was because his father was such a powerful wizard that he had already taught him at least the basics of Arithmancy. She couldn't have been more wrong.
Although the Professor had stated that he would be putting the notes on the board, the bushy-haired girl was already writing furiously. Drea smiled to herself, then began examining the other students. Several of them already looked confused, whereas others were nodding their heads in comprehension. Drea noticed that the class was made up of all the Houses, unlike any of her other classes so far. She caught Draco's eye, and, smirking, waved mockingly. Draco looked confused, but returned the wave.
Professor Vector then lit up the board with a flourish of his wand. When the light disappeared, the notes for the first 4 sub-categories were on the board.
"We'll be doing more in-depth notes further on in the year," he explained. "We will be having a test next class on the first four sub-categories and their sub-categories. We will then take notes on the other 3 sub-categories. When you are finished with these notes, please use the time to study or complete other work," he finished.
Drea, who had been writing the whole time that the Professor had been talking, was already partially done the notes. She had always been a fast writer, and within 20 minutes she had completely finished. There was still three quarters of an hour left in the class, so Drea pulled out the maroon book began the assigned reading. She was just putting the book away when a paper airplane landed on her desk.
It was off-white, swirled with lighter and darker shaded of the colour. Unlike the paper airplanes that Drea and her father had made when she was a child, this one had that actual shape of a Boeing 747. Her name was written in flourishing green writing on the side.
Drea stared at the airplane for a moment, then looked up at the Professor; he hadn't noticed a thing. Drea went to put the note in her bag, but when she touched it, it unfolded silently into a perfectly untouched piece of paper.
Drea,
Wow, Arithmancy huh? Who forced you into it? My father thought it would be a more useful class than History of Magic, so he used his reputation to get me pulled. How did you get out of it?
Draco
p.s. I didn't copy down the notes, I wrote this instead. Could I borrow yours?
Drea looked up from the note to see Draco staring at her, waiting for a response.
Ah, might as well humor him, she thought. She pulled out a small quill, dipped it in black ink, and wrote:
Draco,
Yes, Arithmancy. Nobody forced me into it. I took the OWL for the class and passed. Yes, you can borrow my notes.
Drea
p.s. Is all the hair on your body that colour?
Drea smirked at the question, carefully crumpled the paper into a ball, and chucked it across the room. At that moment, the bushy-haired girl turned around.
"Hi, I'm Hermoine."
"Drea," she answered.
"Forgive me if I'm being rude, but how in Merlin's name did you get your hair that colour?"
Drea laughed. "It's a spell I found in a book once. I like it better than dying it because there's no damage and you can undo it for special occasions if you have to."
"I thought it might have been. So, you were at Durmstrang before this?"
"Yeah, I was. I learned some of this there, but not enough to actually perform the spell."
"Did you learn the Unforgivables there?"
"Of course not," she said, furrowing her brow, "And I'm getting quite tired of people asking me that."
"Sorry," Hermoine said, bowing her head. "It's just that I've heard so much about that school and I was curious and -"
"Don't worry about it," Drea said dismissively and a lot less angry than she felt. Thankfully, a small butterfly made of paper landed on her desk at the moment.
Drea,
Thanks. And no. How about yours?
Draco
Drea laughed and looked up at Draco, who winked in return. She scribbled a response in the corner of her notes.
Draco,
Wouldn't you like to know?
Drea
The class was dismissed before Drea could rip off the corner and send it back. She packed up her books, put them in her bag and walked over to Draco.
"Here are the notes you asked for," she said, handing them to him. She left the room before he had a chance to say anything and walked down to the Great Hall.
In the Next Chapter:
Draco turns into the Great Bouncing Ferret! The Long Awaited Detention With Snape! Draco's POV!Let me know what you think!
By the way, any of you sickos/pervs (coughBriannecough) who thought that Christi and Chase were doing nasty things are wrong! Well...kinda. They were just making out... just thought that I'd clarify that.