The rain lashed against the ancient windows of the Gryffindor tower, and though they were enchanted to block out all the noise and all of the rattling create by the wind and rain, she could tell how strong of a storm it was. She almost wished she could hear the rain, it was one of her favorite sounds. Ever since she was little she used to lay on the floor of the attic in her house in New York, staring at the ceiling, listening to the cold water droplets hitting the shingles on the roof.
She knew that all of the students in Hogwarts would be inside today, socializing, but still indoors. If she chose to wander she wouldn't be alone. But she was bored, it was nearly noon, and she hadn't left her bed though she had been conscious for hours.
She knew that she should try to talk to Harry, try and make him believe her. But she knew that she didn't want to talk to him yet, not so soon. He wouldn't listen she knew it. She didn't really feel like talking anyway. She hadn't wanted to talk to anybody at this school, nobody except Draco. But she didn't even really wan to talk to him, she wouldn't know what to say. She hadn't seen him since Monday, on the stairs to the dungeon, that was three days ago. She didn't feel like staying in the dormitory either, so it was time to get up.
She sat up and pulled the hangings open around her bed. She threw her legs over the side of her bed, put her feet down onto the cold wooden floor, and stood up. She walked over to the end of her bed, and flipped her trunk open. She looked down into her trunk, to see laying on top a black pair of pants, this pair happened to have silver chains attached to them. She pulled these out and she also pulled out a shiny black tank that looked similar to a corset, with ribbon tying it in the back, and she adorned her feet with her converse.
About twenty minutes later she found herself in the Hogwarts library. She had never been in this room before, and as classes hadn't started yet, there weren't very many people in it. Though she wasn't entirely sure that there was ever very many people in the library, especially not if the students here were anything like the ones in the United States.
She walked to the back of the library, finding an interesting section, it was full of muggle books for those who were studying muggles to read. She began reading titles, there were hundreds. She found some that sounded interesting, and finally picked up a book called "The Shining" by Stephen King, it was a horror story about a possessed hotel. One of her friends back in New York had read it, and recommended it, now she would take said recommendation.
For awhile she sat there, leaning against a dusty shelf, one among countless others, reading. She read the first 83pages of the book, the first 7 chapters, the first section. Her eyes finally got tired from reading the small font that was written on every page, in the rather poorly lit library of Hogwarts. She stopped reading at a page that read PART TWO Closing Day, in bold letters.
She set the book aside, and stood up, feeling a familiar tingling sensation in her legs and feet. She walked up and down the aisle for a few minutes until the sharp sensations stopped running through her lower legs, and then she stretched, putting her arms above her head and bending backwards. She almost fell over, she bent so far, but somebody caught her.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" she said quickly, her cheeks tinting a light shade of pink. "I was stretching and I didn't realize anybody else was here" she added.
She heard quiet laughter from the person who had caught her, the voice was male and seemed familiar. Bree turned to see who it was, who she saw surprised her. "Draco?" she said inquisitively.
"Hello Bree" he said smiling slightly "I thought I might find you here."
She was now rather confused, "You were looking for me" was all she could manage to say.
"I didn't want you getting lost again" he said laughing
"Oh" was her reply, casting her eyes down to the floor a bit disappointed.
He noticed this and smirked, she seemed to care what he thought, what he felt, just what he had been hoping.
"So what's up?" she said breaking the newly occurring silence.
"Not much I had nothing to do, when that's the case I usually do something with Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy, or someone else, but…" his voice trailed off. Bree looked confused, not knowing what or who he was talking about. "Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy, they are the people who I told you about, the ones who were expelled."
"Oh, that makes sense. I think." She paused "why were they expelled anyway?"
"Oh, well that's a sort of, well disturbing story." He began "you probably don't want to hear it"
"Now I'm totally curious" she said half laughing, in an obnoxious voice.
"Well, um, they were, they were sort of, how should I put it, they were, out in the forest after hours, doing things." He said sounding embarrassed
"What do you mean doing things?" she said trying not to laugh at his embarrassment, knowing perfectly well what he meant by 'things'.
"Well, they were, they were, enjoying each other physically"
"So what you mean is they were having a threesome down in the forest, sounds like some pretty raunchy shit to me." She said laughing "did they invite you?"
"Well, they asked me if I was doing anything that night, and a few other nights as well, but I said I was busy, and didn't accept." He said turning slightly red
Now Bree was hysterical (though trying quite obviously to stifle it), she was seeing the great Draco Malfoy blush about sex, who knew he was such a prude. "It's a pity you didn't go with them" she choked out
"Why?" he asked "Do you wish I had been expelled with them?"
"That's not what I meant, I meant maybe they could have taught you something about being a prude." She replied with laughter mixed in.
"I'm not a prude, I just don't understand the point of being vulgar." He replied frowning
"You sooooooo wouldn't fit in, in New York, all the kids there are pervs, its hysterical" she said smiling "I miss it."
"You miss the 'pervs'?" he asked confused
"No, well I miss the people, not their pervyness, I miss my friends, my family, my school, I miss the people who love me, the people who welcomed me with open arms, I'm not welcome here, nobody here likes me"
"That's not true, and though I don't really understand, I know that there are people here who welcome you, people here who like you, even if I'm the only one of those people." He said smiling slightly
She looked at him, meeting his eyes, gazing into their grey blue depths, she felt safe. A smile crossed her face, while she was here, she knew that she had a home, it was with him, she didn't ever want that to go away. She moved closer to him, wrapping her arms around him and gently whispering "thank you".
Bree was leaned against a shelf in the library. It was now her favorite place to stay. She was reading the shining again but now she was less interested. Bree had looked at more books and found ones she would like to read more than anything. Draco Malfoy was a few aisles away working tediously on a spell Bree had seen Hermione do before. When she passed him she stopped and looked at what he was doing. She quickly realized what he had been doing wrong. "You're pronouncing the second word wrong. It's metre…you have to say it kind of with a French accent." she looked at him but more into his cold gray eyes. They seemed more welcoming than they had before. "Uh, thank you. Would you like to sit?" he asked pulling out the chair next to him. Bree sat down and they talked about things, books, classes, teachers, and other students. Malfoy felt them growing closer. With every word, they were inches closer. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to hold her in his arms. He looked into her emerald green eyes and saw that she wanted him to kiss her too. He did it. He couldn't believe he was doing it until he was right in the middle and he just couldn't stop there. She felt his Adam's apple pushing against her neck as he kissed her softly. By the time he was ready, to taste her lips she had them pursed. Their lips pressed together. They kissed briefly and gaining courage he went in for another. They kissed hard and long using their tongues this time. Pushing. She tasted his lips, his emotions as she let go of her Occlumency. They kissed bold, strong. She was waiting for this ... ever since their first train ride together. His arms were wrapped around her, her breasts touching his chest. They stopped to breathe but Draco was ready to give up even oxygen for her. they shared another kiss this one softer. Almost saying, "I need you, I want you, I love you. I will never leave you and you can be sure of that." When they broke apart Bree whispered, "I love you!" "I know. I LOVE YOU!" he almost shouted. They smiled and looked at each other for a good long time. Before they entered the great hall Bree kissed his cheek, sending cold chills throughout his body. I've never felt this way. I feel, for the first time, loved. I can really trust this girl with any thing. The only other person who had ever treated him like this was pansy Parkinson, but she didn't want him like Bree did. All she wanted was his last name. Bree sat down at the table in the great hall with a grin on her face. "where've you been all day?" demanded Harry "Doing homework," she half lied. "you weren't in the common room, or the library. Am Hermione says that you weren't in the dormitory. " " I was in and empty classroom" "Alone?" "Mphm," what would he think if she told him? "really?" "Mphm," she repeated. He wouldn't understand. She stole a glance at the Slytherin table. "Let me guess. You were with Malfoy?" she had given herself away. "Yes, if you must know I was with Draco." "Draco? Why do you call him that?" "Because that's his name dipshit!" "Really I was under the impression, that you and him were much more than friends" "YEAH AND WHAT IF WE ARE?" she was shouting now "So you are?" "No, I never said that! You just ruined a perfect day!" "Oh really? Perfect in what way?" Ron joined the conversation moving his eyebrows. " IN A WAY YOU WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND! IF I STOOD IN A PUDDLE OF THE BOTH OF YOU I WOULD BARELY EVEN GET MY FEET WET!" "Are you calling us shallow?" asked Ron, starting to worry that she had "NO! I'M CALLING YOU BEAUTIFUL!" she yelled sarcastically "Sorry," murmured Harry. He had known his sister for three days and she already seemed to hate him. "Uh, but why do you like him so much? It's not like he is my best friend" " Oh I see so you want me to be in love with Ron because you're in love with Ginny?" "No thanks," Ron looked confused, like he couldn't decide. Bree knew he did not love her. There is only one person who loves me, she thought. "Well, if you really must know, why I'm friends with him. It's just that we have a lot in common" "Really?" Harry interjected, "like what?" "We are both kind of out casts. We meet on the platform and well we lo-we are just friends. And I know you hate him but I don't. " Harry was not ready to let this go. He wouldn't tolerate this. But Bree hated lying like that. They were not just friends. They would be lovers if they had know each other a little longer. They were so much more than friends but if Harry knew? If Draco knew her secret? Bree sat next to Malfoy in their first class, potions. She turned around and looked right at Harry's questioning face. She swiftly turned around and looked somewhat interested in whatever Professor Slughorn was saying. They were to brew Draught of Living Death, and when they were finished, test it on mice. Bree started almost as quickly as Hermione. Her potion turned the pale pink color described in the book even faster than Hermione's though. Bree talked to Malfoy like they had been friends their whole lives. But that was impossible Bree was a Potter and Malfoy hated the Potters. They were not pureblood and Malfoy was. Harry and Ron noticed this behavior immediately they made questioning faces at each other. What if they are truly in love? He thought, would that make me related to Malfoy? She's bloody crazy. To Harry, Bree was breaking and entering on his life. She shouldn't be here, he thought savagely, She's intruding.