"I've been read." I snap, why is Draco calling me hone? I notice I'm in a dark room I assume for some reason that this is my bedroom. It has a queen size bed with a dark wood bed frame and a red quilt. There is a wall size bookshelf, a dresser with a mirror as a part of the wall next to it. The moonlight seeps through the silk see through curtains that are a pale white.
"Theres that attitude I love so much." Draco chuckles fixing his tie in front of the mirror I just want to run. Draco spins around on the feel of his black dress shoes. Leaning over towards me Draco gently but firmly kisses me on the forehead. I notice Im wearing a light green strapless dress that comes to the ground. I feel out of place, I dont belong in this rich extravagant world that Draco is trying to fit me in even though I grew up in it. Its like trying to shove a puzzle piece in the wrong spot. I stare longingly at the open door wishing that it would permit me to leave this hell.
"Wake up!" Draco class, I jump up, swinging my head wildly from side to side trying to recognize where I am. I surely am not in a dream this time it looks like an empty dorm room but only with one bed. The right side of the bed, the one I usually sleep on is made there are two doors leading somewhere I dont know about. Crap I realize that they have moved me in with Draco Malfoy because of our engagement our parents had to get special permission from Dumbledore for this one. I charge off the bed, running straight for the door not stopping for anything.
"Up yet?" Draco yells from behind the door Im heading towards crap which way is out? If this door has Draco behind it no matter what that other door is it has to be better then this one by at least a million. I shiver from a cold draft then attempt to tiptoe away feeling the nasty plaque on my un-brushed teeth makes me want to gag.
"Ah your awake Im glad I was getting worried that you wouldnt have time to take a shower." Draco explains calmly I turn around man... I was too late! I cautiously cross my arms behind my back so I dont chew my nails from being so nervous they usually start to bleed and ache.
"Erm yes I was just wondering actually why they moved me into this room without my consent and how I got up here?" I ask jutting my chin forward Draco smiles politely at least he has clothes on. He slowly totters forward wrapping me in his arms like Im crying or something. I jump backward I hate when people touch me unless I actually like them I let a scream emit from my lips.
"Oh sorry I didnt mean to upset you Blair. Its just I had to carry you upstairs at about 9 pm because you were already asleep our parents had requested Dumbledore give us a room to ourselves with a bathroom. You know Dumbledore loves your mother so he would give anything to her. So last night he told me I just decided to move you myself." Draco explains sitting down on the edge of the bed so he can put on his shoes.
"Draco!" Pansy Parkinson calls from outside the other door I was heading for great what will his number one fan think of us getting married? She doesnt hate me but thats mainly because she doesnt have the mental capacity to hate someone shes too pretty to think. Boys usually chase after her but Pansy stays loyal and true to her one love Draco Malfoy.
"I heard some rumor that you were going to marry that dreadful girl Pearlice who is she anyways? I mean when I went to find you they said you moved into the couples dorm but I didnt believe them so I came to see for myself." Pansy says barging in opening the door in front of my face centimeters from smashing my nose in. I dont make a sound maybe he wont say anything either if hes smart. She closes the door without looking back Pansy puts her hands on her hips dressed daintily in her school uniform shrunk to match her weight loss since the last two days. I think someone has been starving.
"Actually Pansy Im not sure what you heard bu-" Draco stops staring at me as I try to sneak out into the hallway without alerting Pansy in my pajamas I wonder what people would think of it but it couldnt be as bad as feeling the wrath of Pansy Parkinson.
"What?" She urges him to go on.
"Well I think Blair can tell you." He sweeps to the side of her one of his shoes untied he grabs me by the waist I start to shake I can practically feel my heart beat jump. Pansy's eyes are bulging out of her makeup covered eyelids. Crap why cant Draco keep his mouth shut for once? I step on his foot which didnt do much because Im barefooted duh.
"P-Pearlice? She asks crossing her arms lips puckered ready to eat my face. I shrug wrenching away from Draco again, I laugh nervously.
"Well I'll Im going to take a shower now." I pronounce carefully feeling as if Im going to mess up one of the words that are already stumbling off my tongue. I grab an outfit lugging all of into the bathroom to escape the confrontation that was about to take place its just like the weasel Draco to push it off onto me like I had a choice! I hear them bickering Draco in a hushed tone Pansy almost outright screaming she knows whats going on I dont doubt that little bit. Her miniscule brain can process that much information no matter what anyone else says about her.
Walking out of the bathroom freshly clean smelling like raspberry a spray one of my ex's gave me for Christmas the clock reads about a half hour before my first class starts. My classes are Double potions, Transfiguration, lunch, free period, care of magical creatures, history, and finally and thank god its least Trelawneys crazy class. At least in potions I know that if I add certain potions together what product it will give me but predicting futures from a tea cup is something my skills fail at. The smell of berry in my hair makes my stomach growl like a lion. I scuttle to the great hall, the ceiling depicts a blue cloudless sky just like outside. I walk to our Slytherin table the groups of people swaying back and forth gathering the things they are going to eat reminds me of the dances that bumble bees do to signal where pollen is. I take a seat at the very end, in large groups of people I feel claustrophobic. I take toast and jelly to fill my yearning stomach. I spot Draco strutting down the crowded row towards me, Pansy in tow and tears. The girl next to me wanders away more like runs for life afraid to get caught where Draco was soon going to stop.
"Why are you sitting all the way down here?" Draco asks putting his around my neck by leaning forward his chin touching my head.
"Maybe because I can." I reply putting jelly on my toast and trying to ignore Draco the best that I can. Its important to that I stay away from him which is near impossible. Its like being covered in blood swimming in a part of the ocean full of sharks and not wanting to be eaten. Draco sits next to me, I shrug his arm off my shoulder after he lets it drop, I eat my toast pretending that Im a little kid and that if something is ignored it will eventually go away. But we all know that nothing ever happens like that especially if its a guy thats completely in love with you but is a total scumbag. Creepily Pansy is standing right behind us, I can feel her anger rotating around us. Im not made for Draco, Pansy is the dumb little bimbo not me!
"You know I sit at the head of the table and my fianc should be next to me." Draco states extending the vowels on fianc stopping when he sees me flinch. I shrug wiping crumbs off the side of my mouth with a napkin.
"Oh gee honey I actually get the privilege of sitting next to you?" I chime perfecting the moment with a witty smile." Besides I thought Pansy always sat next to you."
"Thats r-right." Pansy pipes in Draco's face grows red not from embarrassment but from anger oh great he isnt used to rejection. If my parents had seen this hed be so out the door. Draco grabs my wrist making my hand red because his grip his so tight. I feel a searing pain in my arm; I want to gnaw my arm off in an attempt to escape the escalating pain.
"Ouch let go!" I cry yanking my arm away but he doesnt let go typical of an over sensitive egotistical jackass. In muggle books usually somebody would stop Draco but now everyone is afraid of him because of his father. Draco loosens his grip so I dont call out again but I can't move my arm because he's still holding me.
"You shall sit by me today at lunch." Draco demands through his grinding teeth. He lets go thrusting my arm before taking off out of the Great Hal. Pansy is trying to calm him down; hes just ignoring her like a mouse trying to comfort the great lion of the jungle. I cant be in an abusive relationship; Im not going to marry him! I swallow a piece of toast before escaping the humiliating stares of the whole school even Harry. I have to talk to Dumbledore. I rush its only ten minutes before first period so I run to the gargoyle in front of his office. Oh god whats the password, hmm he doesn't tell anyone but the teachers so no one can get in without him summoning them. I pace back and forth for two minutes before the statue open up. How can that be? I didn't even say the password. Oh well, you don't question something that happens for the better. I make my way up the stairs, I only have five minutes before classes start for the day and I dont want to be late. When I reach the top of the cold concrete steps the wooden door is already open so I tiptoe in, as if this is a sacred place where I must tread upon the balls of my feet without my shoes on.
"Welcome Ms. Pearlice I was wondering when you would show up." Dumbledore so hes known about my doom day coming up at least he seems sympathetic to my plight.
"Yes I wanted to know a few things." I explained of course there are things that I doubt Dumbledore even knows even though he seems to hold the answer to every question in the world of course a lot of old men seem that way, mainly to little children who sit on their laps and listen to the stories from another time.
"Good because I intend to explain fully my knowledge of this incident and I promise everything will be done in order to help you on your conquest." Dumbledore says shaking his head and motioning for me to pull up a chair I fall backwards, what does he mean conquest? What could that mean come on I've never done anything, nothing important anyways I just came here to talk about my wedding day.
"Umm conquest?" I dare ask shivering in disbelief, a conquest doesnt sound like me getting married unless I have to complete some perilous task before saying my vows, as if marrying Draco Malfoy wasn't enough of a problem. I cross my legs than becoming restless I switch legs and twiddle my thumbs. The alarm sounds for first period at least the only thing Im missing is the explanation of the rules. Except Snape will punish me for missing his class he always starts the first day with notes and I dont doubt that there will be a review test tomorrow. Snape pounces on a chance to take revenge on students my bet is that he didnt do so well in school so hes stuck teaching here, kind of like a personal hell if you get what I mean. Who in the right mind would want to teach a bunch of annoying students at a school where they can do magic?
"I suppose I shouldn't have let you known I wasn't sure if your parents had given in on trying to find a correction potion and told you already. But you will have to know eventually and what better a time there could be than now." Dumbledore says uncertainty in his voice throwing it off balance. The only time he ever slips up and it has to make ME worry more.
"I came here to talk to you about the wedding Im going to have on my 17th birthday party and if there was any way to get out of it." I say its always better to get something out of your head than to let it fester and mess everything else up.
"Ah I understand your dilemma, maybe if you asked your parents and explained to them the problem than they shall understand. After all your parents do have some sense of what is correct, they brought you up didn't they?" Dumbledore ignores the hatred burning in my eyes, he couldn't possibly understand what having Draco as a fianc is like, only people who have faced a pack of wild starving lions in their own den could possibly know the pain and torture I have to endure. Well... maybe not so much to that extreme but at least the leader of the pack! Dumbledore sure doesn't understand dealing with my parents on a child to parent basis which I can never escape from. The mold was set when I was born and thats all they will ever see me as, their child more like property.
"Can we switch topics and tell me about this umm conquest I must complete. Which I have never even heard of before right now just to set the record straight." I say what happens if I my parents dont find that potion what must I do, even worse what are the consequences for me not doing it?
"What you first must know is that your parents didn't mean harm when they sent you to Voldemort to be trained. Dumbledore says I almost die what did he mean? TRAINED BY VOLDEMORT! Of course the statement was completely understandable but the implications that it posed was very hard to believe. Once, hopefully a long time ago, my parents sent me to the devil to learn his evil ways and to follow him. "So when they realized something was wrong it was already too late to do anything. Voldemort had given you tremendous power, power that should have never been given to a young child. You have more talent in your body than all of the teachers in this school because of this. But he put a curse on something that no wizard can figure out how to reverse. We don't even know what it is so we have to tread carefully. But we do know enough to say a few things. First you must complete an action that Voldemort wants you to do before you turn the age of 17 or some dire consequences will happen. We do not know what you must do, but we know that somewhere in your subconscious its there. Its supposedly going to set you on a path that no one can deter you from until you have completed this task. I twitch in my seat not only do I have to get married but I have to do something that no other wizard can do before than. This could kill me and its all my parents fault the doctors should have never trusted my mother with my care. But hey at least I have more power than Snape a nice thing to know just in case he decides to fight me. Of course he does know more spells than I do and could practically kill me before I had a chance to fight back but at least I have more power!
"You cant be serious." I mutter Dumbledore just shakes his head sadly and waits patiently before I just get up and walk out of the room. Im seriously considering just walking out to the lake and giving myself to the giant squid; it would make my life so much easier to deal with because I would be dead. No thinking at all, no problems like dealing with Draco, some stupid curse, and the rejection of Harry. Muggles call the kids that think of suicide "emos" which could possibly stand for many things like emotional but I feel that they have a deeper problem. Muggles just dont understand how to deal with the children who grow up believing that everything is wrong. I mean how do you act differently than what youre taught, you may not have problems to deal with but if youve grown up believing its cool to walk around in black and to whine what else are you going to do? So I dont blame the individual people who are just following the instinct, to fit in with the crowd or to fade away with the rest, I blame society for making them act that way. I stomp through the halls and towards the basement where I can get my books for double potions. I mean Im already late for his class why not is a little bit later? The emptiness of the common room catches me off guard and I start to sob, not just hot tears but all out crying. I fall to the floor curling up into a ball wanting to disappear from the Earth, wanting no one to find me like this. My throat is raw by the time Im done crying, leaving me with little else to do I just lie there contemplating how anything else could go wrong. I can't do a single bloody thing about the mistakes that my parents have made, and are making me pay for but I can save myself. I can fix their mistakes than disown them and go on with life. That will leave little time for school work if you ask me its near impossible already to get good marks in this school especially with a teacher like Snape.
"I didn't think that you would be resting in the middle of Snape's class." I say to myself, normally Im the A student but now its strange, I just cant seem to do anything right. I push myself off the ground and retrieve my books there is no excuse for missing the first day of class and I still have the second half of double potions to live through. Lets see if I can make it out alive. The halls seem emptier than when I came through here the first time.
"Blair!" Harry calls out, my heart beats faster he always seems to find me when I dont want to be found. At this point in time Im late for a class and I can tell that my eyes are still red from crying what a way for him to see me. But either way I cant just ignore him so I turn around and slowly pace back towards the entrance to the great hall where Harry is waving his arm like I dont see him.
"I didnt realize Snape could make you cry." Harry jokes playfully punching me on the shoulder I shrug away and cross my arms. That wasn't really that funny, do boys realize that if a girl cries they don't want you to know, that is unless they are pansy who manipulates men to make them feel bad for her. He notices the hostility coming from me so he just stares blankly what a way to spend the second half of my potions lesson, getting blank stares from Potter. Good look at that Draco is rubbing off on me I called him Potter with disgust and not respect, something strange Ive never noticed before.
"Actually its not Snape, its my parents. But I mean don't all parents want to make you cry and go drown in a river with a giant squid." I mutter wiping my eyes and feeling bad for myself which is usually something I don't do.
"Umm ... so whats the matter?" Harry asks shutting his trap would have been a better thing to do than ask questions. Muggles understand that keeping their distance from other people is precious and a thing worth doing. But the separation of people I suppose causes problems and wars, which is why there are therapists they can spill all their so called secrets to (paying 150 dollars a shot when they could have done it for free.) So I explained my problems to him, but I was correct when he had no clued what to do about them. Harry usually can help me but I suppose he has too many of his own problems to deal with. At least he could be considerate and say a few words that would endow me with a certain sense of helpfulness that everyone has the ability to create. Oh well I couldnt have possibly expected any less from the shallow world that magic creates. I just say my goodbyes and leave him to contemplate what I said, Harry isnt the person I expected to talk to and I defiantly dont feel any better after talking to him. Potions will just have to take my mind off of things for a while.
"Ms. Pearlice you are late." Snape seethes great hes already in a bad mood, Im just what he needs, someone to punish for it. I just take my seat as he rants at me about how important it is to be on time to his class; of course I have yet learned how to bottle glory or whatever he told us when we first arrived. It wasn't like I missed his entire class even though I wanted to. For me to come into this class late was just like an elderly woman going into a mall on muggle's black Friday to find her grand daughter a skirt for half off. It just doesnt happen and if it does something will seriously go wrong.
"Im sorry sir I was with Dumbledore for a time." I say, well I was with Dumbledore before I came here but I cried for a while does that excuse me?
"Then where is your late pass?" Snape chews me out I shrug, getting my supplies out I look around there is no one beside me but it seems everyone is working with partners on some potion. Great were working on the first day! I hate myself for being late to his class, Im never late to any class usually and he doesnt feel like leaving me alone about it, does he? No!
"Im sorry." I whisper if I was truly stronger than him wouldnt like my temper kick in and destroy him? Im sure that Dumbledore must have been lying about it no way could I be stronger than him, well he works for Voldemort I shouldnt be fighting him anyways thats a reasonable thought for once.
"Im sorry does not produce a hall pass Miss. Pearlice now stand up and stand outside the doors. Class; continue working just because one of your classmates has decided to disobey rules does not mean that you are aloud to. Snape barks, I suppose all the students had thought he had forgotten about them. I leave as quietly as I made my entrance for once not getting any snickers from behind the stoutly hands of my classmates because they are already in trouble. The air outside the door seems cooler because my face is burning and bright red from being corrected. I am never corrected by Snape I may hate him but Im always a good kid in his class. If it wasn't for me 90 percent of his students would be failing right now. I stand outside for the rest of class waiting for the bell to ring so that I don't have to stand any longer, Snape left me out here to suffer for no real reason. Oh well maybe my conquest will be to kill Snape, oh revenge shall be sweet I can guarantee that.