People were beginning to put two-and-two together. I could see the clocks in people's minds finally click to the fact that I looked, in some ways, like Draco. I watched Fred and George as they walked off of the train and onto the paved platform.
Imagine, if you will, that within your house you have something special. So special that no one is allowed to touch it. Now imagine that I walk in your house toss your things everywhere and while am throwing your stuff, I stumble across that something unbeknownst to me. It's not supposed to be messed with, yet I throw it down to the ground. Let's say it was your deceased mother's favorite glass jewelry box.
I walked into the room I was assigned in the Slytherin house. I saw my glass jewelry box laying on the ground, wide-eyed, I rushed to it. I quickly picked it up and set it down on the dresser next to the bed my things were on. I studied it for cracks. The gold trimming that spiraled around it seemed unchipped and the glass intact. I sat on my bed staring at it. A girl walked from out of the bathroom and I felt her eyes on me. "Did you put this on the floor?" I asked, pointing at the small box with intricate designs along its base. "Oh no," she said quickly, "Filtch doesn't care much for the personal belongings of students. Must have fallen out when he was moving your luggage into the room. I'm Emily Knox, by the way." She said sticking out her hand to me. I nodded and stuck mine out to meet hers.
"Calypso Malfoy." She made an 'Oh' face.
"So you're Draco's sister? Funny, you don't look much like him" She said tilting her head to the side.
"Yea, luckily I got all the good looks." She laughed and mumbled 'funny girl' as she walked out of the room.
I made my way to the great hall of the school and sat next to Draco. He rolled his eyes as I strained myself to listen to Professor Dumbledore speak. "He gives the same speech every year." The girl I know a Pansy, said. She latched herself onto Draco's arm. Draco seemed distracted by something on the other side of the hall. I followed his glare to George and Fred. Fred seemed as if he was arguing with George, though George wasn't paying him much mind. He mouthed 'Hi' to me and offered a small smile. I waved lightly and mouthed 'hello' back. Draco looked back and forth between the two of us for a moment and then muttered something. A few seconds later Georges drink exploded. There was a brief moment of shock before hell broke loose. The Slytherins sat laughing and the Gryffindors yelled angrily. I watched as George stood and walked out of the room. I too, stood up, and moved to follow him out. He was furious.
"Are you alright?" I asked, sincerely.
"Do I look alright?" He yelled. "Why do you care?"
"Because what Draco did was incredibly rude."
"Oh? So you weren't distracting me so your stupid git of a brother could pull this shit?" He said houlding out his soaked shirt.
"No! I'm offended that you'd even say that. What Draco does is COMPLETELY his doing. And as I recall, you addressed me first!" I said storming off. I heard footsteps coming up behind me. George grbbed my shoulder and turned me to face him. He ran a quick hand through his red hair. "I'm sorry," he sighed, "Look, I'm going to go change. But meet me at the large boulder, outside of the east wing."
"Why would I do that?" I asked folding my arms across my chest.
"Because you want to." He said winking and walking off.
I never really noticed how fast the clouds moved. They crushed themselves together. I walked swiftly, afraid that if I didn't take cover soon, the clouds would come tumbling down upon me.
I sat down on the large rock that George and I agreed to meet at. "Hey, Princess!" Someone called from above me. I turned my gaze skyward and laughed at George, perched on a stack of boulders. "What on earth are you doing?" I asked getting up and walking to the large pile of stones.
"Oh you know, admiring the view," he said sending me a wink and a cheeky smile.
"Oh really? And what, may I ask, are you looking at?" I put my hands on my hips.
"The rock." He pointed to the spot that I had just moved from. "You should really come up here and look. But wait… you're a LADY." He mocked me, putting emphasis on lady.
"I see," I scoffed. I got a foot hold and began climbing up to meet him. When I reached him, I stuck out my tongue. "Not very ladylike Princess," he said grinning wildly at me.
"Who are you to say what's ladylike?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Why," he paused feigning shock, "I am Sir George Fabian Weasley… the second of Ottery St. Catchpole!" I giggled, covering my hand with my mouth. What an odd name for a living space.
"And what would you call 'Ladylike' Sir George of Ottery St. Catchpole?"
"I say," He stood up, taking my hand, "That ladylike is telling me more about yourself."
We talked for hours. He knew my favorite food, color, flower, bird, movie, song, and even what my favorite thing to wear was. And vice versa. I was surprised at how easy it was to talk to him.
"You know, you're not bad. For a Malfoy," he said knocking my shoulder with his. I snorted and thought 'that's because I'm not one'.
"Yea well, I try." I said smiling. I thought for a moment. "What were you and your brother arguing about earlier?"
He paused for a moment. "He doesn't want me to talking to you. On account of you being a Malfoy, and a Slytherin. Neither of which are good things to him." He played with his hands as if they became the most interesting things he had ever witnessed.
I nodded. "I see… well then. Maybe he's right. I am pretty evil." I tried giving my best evil grin but failed miserably. He smiled. I got up to leave. His face held a pained look. I smiled at him, "I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?" I asked.
He nodded with a grin, "Of course. But this makes us friends right?" I thoguth for a moment before putting my finger to my lips.
"Yea, but keep it a secret. Can't have you ruining my reputation." We both laughed at the thought of my status as Malfoy's little sister. "Oh and George, before I forget."
Yea?"
"Slytherins aren't so bad. In fact, we're natural born rebels. We just tend to be more subtle. Rather than be obvious about it like Gryffindors tend to be."
WHAT DO YOU THINK1!? DO YOU LIKE IT SO FAR? SHOULD I GIVE UP. WOULD YOU RATHER HER NOT BE WITH GEORGE? PAIR HER WITH FRED MAYBE? MAYBE A LITTLE BLAISE OC ACTION? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!?
P.S: I LOVE PANCAKES… DO YOU LOVE FRENCH TOAST?