I dropped onto my bed and sighed, slowly drifting out of consciousness and into a dream:
A little girl ran across a beautiful field. Little purple flowers were scattered between patches of healthy green grass. The girl stopped, letting the cool breeze blow her orange sundress and white-blonde hair. She closed her eyes and smiled. The grass tickled her bare feet and ankles. She peeked over at her giant house, where, in the distance, a man and a woman seemed to be arguing. The girl looked down at a flower, attempting to ignore the sounds of shouting that began to drift in her direction. She wasn't able to make out any of the words, but whatever they were saying must have been extremely important. At the sound of her name between the arguing, the girl silently moved closer to hear.
"If we don't abandon the death eaters' stupid plan to bring HIM back, then what will become of our daughter?!" The woman yelled.
"What will become of her if we do abandon the project and he does come back? We'll be punished and most likely her as well. If we don't go along with this than she'll pay for our mistakes." The man said, calming down a bit. The girl's mother began to sob, and her father pulled her close and whispered something inaudible to the distant girl. Knowing the fight had ended, the girl sat herself down and picked at the grass. Upon seeing a dying flower, she frowned and reached for it. As her hand grew near, the flower sprung back to life. The girl smiled and crossed her legs, forgetting her parent's strange conversation, just being one with the world.
I woke up tired and confused. I knew that was more than a dream -it was a memory that I now understood. I picked myself up off my bed, checking the time.
9:00.
I was late for class! I jumped out of bed and headed for the showers, then noticed something that surprised me even more than my waking up late. A large lump lay in Hermione's bed. I shook my friend awake, shouting she was late. Hermione was never late! After earning a shush from some other girls in the dormitory and from Hermione, I suddenly realized that it was Saturday. There weren't any classes on Saturday. But I knew that I wouldn't be able to fall back asleep, so I took a shower and dressed in a transparent black button up with a white camisole underneath and a ruffled skirt. I brushed my blonde curls and considered straightening them like I used to, but decided against it.
Part of me was very curious about the memory from my sleep. It confused me. How come I don't remember that moment? Shouldn't I remember my memories? I walked the hallways until I reached the wall that revealed my own secret sanctuary. I paced back and forth in front of the wall until a large door showed itself to me.
I pushed open the door, surprised to see a cluttered room instead of my fluff little hang-out. An extremely cluttered room. There was stuff everywhere, chairs piled upon chairs, mountains of.. stuff. It was mostly furniture, but other random items were scattered around as well. Upon hearing a voice, I ventured further into the maze of household things. I don't know why I was surprised when I saw the unmistakable platinum blonde head of hair. He was looking for something, and seemed quite frustrated, so I assumed he was having trouble finding it. As I tiptoed closer, the smell of cinnamon and spice invaded my nostrils.
"It was you! I shouted, no longer bothering to be stealthy. His head whipped around, smirking when he saw me.
"Spying on me, Dorain? Do I smell a crush?" I flushed bright red, but not in embarrassment, in anger.
"No way in hell, but do you know what I smell?" I didn't let him answer, "Spices, thats what! The same smell from my mysterious attacker in the hallway yesterday. It was you! What were you trying to do, huh? Break us up?" He laughed.
"I could give a shit less whether or not you're a blood traitor, dating him. I just thought you should know you're so undesirable that even Potter cheated on you!"
It was the last I could take. I pulled out my wand and pointed it at his chest. "Rictusem-"
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Draco stopped me. I sneered at him in response.
"Why not? You're gonna run and tell daddy? Oh wait," I smirked, "He's in Azkaban." This time I knew I struck a nerve.
"Keep saying stuff like that and I might do something I regret." He said, taking a step towards me so my wand pressed into his chest. He expression was completely serious, but for once I didn't care.
"You won't do shit, Malfoy," I spat, "because you're just a coward who tries too hard to impress his death eater father. So tell me. What is it that you'll do?" In an instant he pushed my wand hand out of the way, pushed me up against the back of a chair and kissed me. At that moment my mind and my body got into a screaming match. My mind told me to get him the hell off me, whilst my body begged for more. Evidentially, my body won and took control of the situation, kissing back and running my fingers through Draco's hair. Eventually I needed air, so I pulled back.
"That. That's what I'll do." He breathed. The thought crossed my mind that this was all a game to him. I was nothing special. Then I remembered Harry. But before I could yell, I heard the door to the Room of Requirement open. Draco must have heard it, too, because he pulled me into a little space in between some furniture. Wait- since when do I call him Draco? Since he kissed me, I geuss. No, he's Malfoy. Malfoy pressed a finger to his lips and peeked out of the crack. I could see too, but only a little bit. I almost gasped when I saw Harry, looking about left and right like a criminal.
I had to cover my mouth when the next person came into view. A smug expression and slutty clothes- Pansy Parkinson.
A/N So sorry if things are going too fast for you, I tend to get straight to the point. Its gonna slow down soon.
So what do ya think? Is it all a misunderstanding? Hmmmmm I'll keep you wondering!
Comment what you think! XD