Blood Lines – She speaks in her sleep/He talks to his mirror…
I don't own Harry Potter and this is purely a fan fiction and will always only be a fan fiction of J.K. Rowling's magical tale – Harry Potter, this story however is my idea and takes place in Harry's 7th – which is changed to include this story…
They say the first day in a new place is hard and yes, in many ways they are right; having people stare at you, side glances and constantly whispering behind your back. It'd drive anyone insane, but as much as they are right they are also wrong for the nights are far more difficult. Ghostly whispers that chill you to your bones, the mermer of silent sleepers and distant dreamers, sleep or trying to sleep in a foreign bed, forgetting where you are and the constant fear that your being watched; which of cause leaves you extremely tired.
That was normally, in the case of Elfrida MacFaghan she fell asleep almost the instant her head hit the covers and exactly fifteen minutes later Draco Malfoy was mad with revenge in his sites. As it goes 'First in First served…' she had used up all the warm water and that didn't go too well with him. So he'd spent that fifteen minutes deciding on the perfect revenge prank: his first idea was to cut her hair off so she wouldn't take so long next time, but then he realised that would give her reason to cut his hair off and he couldn't live without his hair; his second plan was to shrink all her clothes and hide her wand, but just before he attempted that idea he remembered that she was top of the class and something like that was too risky and besides she was a mudblood and Malfoy's aren't attracted to mudbloods in that way (except Hermione); So for is third and final attempt at revenge he filled a bucket with ice and icy cold water and marched right into her room.
He paused, at first glance she was peacefully sleeping and what perfect circumstances. All he had to do was be quick and LOUD! However as he got closer he noticed her face was drenched in cold sweats and a constant stream of tears, her breathing was in short sharp and heavy pants of breath, her entire form was shaking violently as if under the cruciatus curse, her hands were slammed upon her ears and faint murmurs erupted into sudden screams or vacant silence, as she continued to twist and turn violently in her ever relentless sleep.
"STOP! You're hurting-hurting-hurting me…stop, STOP!" she screamed.
For a moment he was tempted to listen to her sleep speech, and as always for a Malfoy temptation is just too good to resist; so he listened in.
"no…NO!" she screamed yet again.
Twisting, contorting and turning in her deep disturbed sleep.
"Don't hurt-hurt-hurt him…I-I-I, I'll do what-what you want…Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Then suddenly she was still, but not her mouth and the tears and cold sweats hadn't stopped, either.
"Help…is anyone there…I-I-I, he needs medical attention…you-you-you, you have to help me?! HELP!" she screamed, yet again.
Suddenly she was moving violently as if pleading with nameless and faceless foes to free her, help her and her friend in their time of need.
Help? HELP? Please, please help ME!" She finally froze as if in a coma, and her breathing calmed; however the tears continued in constant flow and her cold sweats pour-on continued more rapidly.
Her last word echoed in his ears, for what seemed like hours, or was it days? He couldn't tell, but regardless he headed for the door, dragging the bucket behind him. As soon as he opened the door, she suddenly burst into the land-of-the-living! She was sitting up right, as if hit but a bolt o lighting and her eye balls were open so wide you'd think they'd fall out of her head.
He glanced at her, paused then headed straight for the bathroom, when she didn't yell for him to get out.
In the Bathroom with Draco…
He strolled into the shinny white bathroom, dragging his tired feet and the bucket f ice cold water behind him.
Then he stood in front of the mirror and blinked whilst staring at his identical mirrored image, literally. Before picking up the bucket of ice cold water and, for no reason in particular poured it on him self. "GIT!" he yelled, and swore.
Suddenly, he could hear laughing, and the oddest part was it was his own voice. He was shivering and his mirror was laughing at him, how ironic or pathetic!?
"What's so funny?" he snared at the mirror, who quickly dropped his cool demeanour and shot back an equally childish snide remark "What do you think?"
"Well, at least I can think for myself copy-cat!" he shot back another snide remark to the mirror.
"Good, then we agree!" the mirror rudely remarked.
"Agree on what?" he shouted back demanding.
"Well its simple Mr Brains, if you have the brains, then I have the looks." Then he smirked the Draco Malfoy signature smirk.
"Hey, I have both brains and look! Man I've got the lot and you, you're just a copy. Hey that is my SMIRK!!" Draco argued angry with his mirror.
"Um…actually we're one in the same so it's our smirk." And yet again he smirked.
"Argh! Go away!" Then he stormed out of the bathroom, and as he opened the door her bashed right into Elfrida.
She instantly fell to the ground, for her weak knees buckled. Her mouth was wide open and constantly twitching as if she was trying to form word but some how lost the will to.
"Move it mudblood!" an evil glare engraved in his cold dark features.
He pushed her aside, and headed for his room.
Draco's Room…
His room was also filled with antique furniture and decorated from ceiling to floor with the classic Slytherin colours – green and silver. Draco headed towards his cupboard, an antique stained wooden cupboard rich dark brown in colour, and decorative in design. It was the same as the one in Elfrida's room. On the inside was a shimmering mirror, also an antique and all his robes. As he looked in the mirror, and without even realising it he was striping out of his robes.
"Oh look at my hair, my golden rays of sunshine…my ears like rubber, all soft and squishy; my so big and soft, smooth the smoothest hands on a man; my feet are broad and…and oh so flexible the flexible feet on a man; my ass the roundest ass not on a black man…my-my-my biceps, look at my 6 pack, Oh yes, yes I…I have awesome muscles…yes, yes, yes look at you muscles" He smiled, slightly evilly.
Suddenly he froze. He could hear fate giggling from behind his door; it was coming from a girl's voice and getting louder.
Outside his Door…
Their sat Elfrida, she'd recovered her voice and was rather curious and since today was a Saturday she'd decided to listen in on him. At first she thought he was crazy when he was talking to the bathroom mirror, but then she remembered that magic mirrors in the wizardry world can talk. However she was laughing when she heard him talk to himself in his room because she had already gone through her cupboard and knew the instant she saw the mirror in her cupboard that it was a magic mirror, but not the type that talks back the type of mirror that tricks your mind, a mirror like the Mirror of Erised. Only these mirrors enhance the human figure; however Draco does have muscles, just he's really not that buff.
So when she heard him, talking about himself in a self-centred way she could stop herself from bursting with laughter; "Oh My God, Ha,ha,ha…"and she just had to record every word, lucky she wasn't in there with him otherwise she'd have a video as well.
Back Draco's Room…
He quickly changed, and speed over to his door with stealthy silence; which he probably wouldn't need since she was laughing so loudly. He burst the door open, his face was red and flustered an angry prune faced glare heightening the look – frustration mixed with shock and terror.
Staring down at her, she was a bundle of arms and legs as she struggled to keep control over her laughter. He lunged at her, and she rolled out of his reach. She stopped laughing so much and began to run around laughing every time he reached for her and missed, she was just too quick.
"Ha, ha you can't catch me" she stuck out her tongue and ran faster.
"Oh, yes I will" he rabbited left and right, jumped over the couch and chairs, dodging furniture in his wake. He lunged for her left ankle and she hit the ground in five seconds flat. He pounced on her and began tickling her like there was no tomorrow. She was screaming and yelling for him to stop, whilst at the same time bursting with uncontrollable laughter. At that very moment Hermione was coming to see Draco, but when she heard both him and a girl laughing she instantly step away from the portrait hole tears started flowing down her rosy checks from her sad brown eyes, and she ran off to go see her good friend Ginny Weasley.
Draco stopped tickling Elfrida, and she slowly calmed down and stared up at him with her sweet smile. The stayed like that for a while on the silver soft carpet of their common room, her laying on his lap, smiling sweetly into his bright silvery blue eyes and him smiling genuinely into her shimmering green – blue eyes. Then without a second thought they slowly sat up and in unison their lips met and their hands entwined in hair and hand; holding each other close in a passionate longing kiss. They quickly broke apart and stared at each other standing with a meter between then, glaring with a secret longing and hate, before sprinting to their rooms; him to his Slytherin room, and her to her Ravenclaw room.