I unfortunately do not own the world of Harry Potter.
I would just like to say a quick thanks to Celeste Belle.
This is my first fan-fic. Hope you like it!
Just so you all know - I have just posted the first chapter of my new fan-fic - Mysterious Last Name. I would appreciate it if you would check it out. Thanks!
Chapter 9:
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The next few weeks passed quickly, and soon they were well into January. Ariella woke up on Thursday, January 20, feeling excited. She gathered her books, and glanced in the mirror before heading down to breakfast. Her hair was down for the first time in months. She smiled, and made her way down to breakfast.
After breakfast, she made her was to her classes. That morning, Ariella had Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, and History of Magic. It wasn't until she was on her way to Lunch that anyone acknowledged her.
"Hey, I'm talking to you!" Draco said behind her. Or rather, drawled.
"Isn't today something special?" he asked. Ariella's heart sped up. Had he acutally remembered?
"Yeah, it is," she replied excitedly.
"You want to know why?" Draco questioned. Ariella's heart stopped, and her smile quickly vanished. She didn't like the tone of his voice.
"Why?" She asked cautiously.
"Because today you get to open a present."
Ariella's heart started again as Draco handed her a small box. She opened it, but was very dissapointed to find that inside, there was a note telling her excatly what he wanted for dessert, (she often made him food insteead of him eathing the desserts from the Great Hall, though why Ariella didn't know). He wanted a triple fudge brownie with candy in it. Ariella sighed, and went off to work on the brownies.
It was 10:30 when Ariella finally got upstairs to her room. There, she pulled out a spare brownie that she had smuggled off from the batch she had made for Draco, put a candle in it, and whispered:
"Happy Birthday to me. Happy Birthday to me. Happy Birthday to me. Happy Birthday to me." She then blew out the candle, and took a bite of the brownie. This had to be one of the worst birthdays yet, and that was saying something. No one had remembered. Not that she expected them to. She hadn't told anyone. But still. It wasn't like there was anyone to celebrate with.
After finishing her brownie, she got into bed, put on her favorite soundtrack CD, held her necklaces, looked at the picture of her and her sister, and fell asleep to the sounds of music (no pun intended), and with tears running down her face.
Thanks to all who are reading, and liking it. If you have any suggestions, questions, or comments, please feel free to review/private message me. Also, if you have any ideas at all, or would like to see something happen, let me know, and I'll consider putting them into a chapter. Thanks! ~ Leanora