A/N: I apologise for any errors there may be in this story.
Disclaimer: I do not own this franchise or any rights associated with it.
Chapter 3
She was one of the first occupants in the Great Hall that morning. The sun having barely just risen meant that few students would be enjoying the very first course of breakfast foods that had been spread across the four house tables. Her friends teased her for her petite appetite in their presence; but it was not her fault if they were not capable of rising early like she did and eating their weight in food before there were any witnesses in the hall to see it. In fact, she had a very healthy appetite. It was not her fault that her friends were incapable of rising early to witness her eating like any other average teenager. And anyway, she reasoned to herself; she worked off any excess fat gained from over food consumption, hiking up those damn never-ending stairs. Magical they may be, but small they were not. Whoever had thought to place the sleeping quarters so many floors above had to have had a few screws loose in the head. Perhaps due to a few stray spells to the head, she mused.
Or maybe just sheer foolishness. Yes, that sounded more plausible to her.
Whatever the reason, it was a large inconvenience to all of the inhabitants of the castle; staff included. Tradition had to be kept however; the board of governors were adamant about that fact. At least some muggles knew the consequences of inbreeding and the consequences of clinging to archaic ideals. She couldn't say the same thing about Purebloods.
Well…most Purebloods.
Her only other partner in crime today seemed to be on the other side of the vast hall; at the Slytherin table. The King of Purebloods himself, Draco Malfoy. She ignored the sliver of her brain that ached for her to be his Queen.
It was not the first time that they had been the only two in the Great Hall. It was early; and not many of their fellow students rejoiced in waking up with the sun. He enjoyed doing the exact same thing she did; gorging oneself with food while there were no witnesses to later provide ridicule. They had come to a silent agreement and truce with one another while in public…At least for this brief period of time during the dawn of the day, before the rest of the world could catch up to them. Why waste the time hurling meaningless insults at one another when there were no witnesses; and they could rather enjoy their breakfasts in peaceful solitude?
They had many things in common, when you stood back from the situation and viewed it from an outside perspective. They didn't need to fight. They could exist together in harmony without the clashing of intelligence. But only when alone.
She was drawn from her thoughts by the presence behind her. The fine hair gracing the arch of her neck stiffening in excitement from the gust of air blown over it. The flesh of her arms puckering into goosebumps.
"You tell them…or I will…", he whispered; the words uttered against the baby-soft skin of her ear.
A/N: Sorry for the cliffies :P I seem to have developed a fondness for them. I blame the series how to get away with murder. That series provides information in very very small bite-sized pieces. Will be trying to update as often as possible.