A/N: I don't own anything related to HPB, although it would be sweet to be JK Rowling.
I do own Mariella!
If Voldy knew what I was doing to his daughter, he'd probably Avada me DX
Enjoy while I'm still alive and breathing!
When Hermione and I reached the Defense Against the Dark Arts room, I was confronted with Severus Snape.
He gave me his usual sneer, flipping his unnaturally greasy hair out of his eyes which didn't help the view of him much. His nose just seemed to increase by thrice its size with that one gesture.
I didn't trust him. He always seemed a bit on the sidelines, but yet somehow was my father's favorite among the Death Eaters. I was immensely overjoyed however at the fact that it was not Bella-tits Lestrange.
I went to sit in the back row but Hermione sighed with an unneeded amount of exasperation, tugging on my arm to lead me over to Ron and Harry.
Hermione sat down, leaving one seat left between her and Harry. I sat down, glaring at the side of her head as I did so.
Snape slammed a textbook onto my desk, causing me to jump back in alarm. Hermione gasped and Harry was fuming, his face now a shade of crimson. I saw Harry about to open his mouth to retort, but Snape started addressing me in his snarky manner.
"I had hoped that Ms. Granger" he spat her name in disgust. "Would have had the decency to inform you about the consequences of tardiness." I heard a distinct chuckle come from the back corner of the classroom and caught the gaze of Draco Malfoy.
"Pay attention Ms…?"
What was he playing at? He knew my name! I just remembered that he actually didn't know my last name, which is how the majority of the staff seemed to address their students.
"Didler." I said, giving him a smirk.
"Hmm…how…original." He sneered before he stated that there would be 10 points taken off of Gryffindor, which earned more evil glares from the girls and some sympathetic looks from the boys.
What is wrong with the boys at this school? I thought to myself while looking around the room at each one, receiving a mass of lopsided grins in return. I smiled back slightly and one looked like he was going to faint.
"Bugger off, she's not a piece of meat!" Ron basically yelled at them when all of them ran up to me, asking if I would be their partner for the activity Snape had just introduced.
Harry seemed to have the same trouble with a group of girls giggling around him. I looked at him hopelessly. At this, he broke through the gang of giggling girls, one running her hand along his arm as he made his way toward me. He pushed through the throng of boys, grabbing me by the arm and pulling me to the side.
"Mind being my partner?" He said quickly and loudly so anyone listening would understand that we both were taken.
"Yes!" I said, a little too excitedly I think because he smiled at me, running his hand down my arm to hold my hand. He pulled me towards the far corner and we separated, facing each other head-on. My body had lit on fire when he had touched me, my blood now pulsing through my skin.
"You go first." He said, looking at me in concentration as I lifted my wand. I had cast nonverbal spells before with the assistance of Lucius (unfortunately) so I flicked my wand all the while trying not to yawn.
Before I did so, I looked around the room and noticed many people looking like they had a serious case of constipation. I tried not to laugh.
I flicked my wand all the time concentrating on the word "Expelliarmus" in my mind.
Harry's wand flew out of his hand and he looked at me in astonishment. He ran up to me and I think was about to hug me, but instead stopped short. I noticed everyone was now looking at me in surprise. Hermione was glaring at me, her hair wild and her face flushed. Ron was smiling crookedly at me with which I returned a similar form of smile, and all the other boys in the room headed towards me.
"Hey, great job." Harry smiled sheepishly at me, now noticing the large audience approaching.
I saw Harry glare at a point above my shoulder.
What the…? I suddenly felt a hand wrap around my waist. Before I could react Ron had run over and he and Harry were pointing their wands at the person now stroking my spine with his fingers. I recognized that touch…
"Draco?" I asked, turning around to look up into the silver eyes of Draco Malfoy.
"Yes?" He asked absentmindedly as he now stroked my back with the arm wrapped around me. I saw that flanking Draco's side, with their wands pointing at Harry and Ron, were two very large boys, one on a bit of the heavy side.
"What are you doing?" I continued, trying to stop the incident before someone got hurt. Namely Harry and Ron.
Wait. What? I'm supposed to be the end of them! What's happening to me?!
"Just giving you my personal congratulations…" He murmured as he buried his head in my hair, breathing in deeply.
"Please Draco. Can we talk about this later?" I whispered into his ear, which seemed to him as an excuse to kiss me because the next thing I knew his lips were on mine.
He tasted so good. I didn't want to stop, I ran my hands down his chest and he groaned. But then I remembered we weren't alone, so I disguised my moment of weakness by pushing him away lightly.
He smirked as I turned on my heel, walked the other way and out the door of the room just as class ended.
I hid behind a corner at the end of the hallway and when the coast was clear, I followed Draco.
Catching up to him I pulled him backwards roughly and into a portrait nearby.
"Bloody hell…" He sighed as he looked down at me, but then seeing it was me he smiled. It wasn't a smirk, it was a genuine smile interlaced with hidden emotions I could see pooled in the depths of his eyes.
"I have to get to Potions so I'll make this brief." He frowned at hearing this.
"If you want to talk, please make it in a private place. Or else I will personally tell my father that you're blowing my cover." I threatened, to which he glared at me.
"Then if you do, I'll tell you're father about your cohorts with Potter."
I gasped. How did he know? Was he bluffing?
"Merlin knows he wants you to woo Potter, the one you're supposed to destroy." He smirked this time as he saw my face become terrified. But he didn't stop then…
"Come on; get Potter into your pants. You know it won't be as great as it was with me. Unlike him, I have natural charm. All he's got is dead parents and a scar."
"He's already something you'll never be." I spat at him.
"And what's that?" He asked, anger erupting in his eyes.
"A human being." I left him on that last note, grasping at his scattered thoughts, as I ran towards the Potions room.
Why was I defending Harry? Wasn't I supposed to hate him? What the hell is wrong with me?!
I ran through the door and found a seat up next to Hermione, who was still angry at me it seemed, because the only recognition I received was a stern look.
"Oho! Young lady you really don't want to be late do you?" Came the chuckle of a large pot-bellied, handlebar mustached professor.
"What is your name Miss?"
"Mariella Didler, sir."
"Hmm. Are you by any chance related to the Hans Didler of the Bulgarian Quidditch team?"
"No sir, not that I know of."
"Hmm. Are you by chance related to Mr. Zabini?"
At the mention of his name in connection to mine Blaise looked over at me in obvious confusion.
"Why do you ask sir?" What was this old bat going off about?
"You're immense beauty that does not seem to go unnoticed by those of the male gender" he chuckled at the guys around the room. "Reminds me of that of Mr. Zabini's mother."
"Sorry sir I haven't the faintest idea of what you're hinting at."
"Ah, so humble." He winked at the boys in the room. "She's a keeper!"
Many chuckled at this, but I could see Harry across the table from me tense up.
I reached under the table and put my hand lightly on his knee in reassurance. He relaxed and smiled at me. Unfortunately this small movement had been caught by all of the eyes in the room.
"But I'm afraid it seems she's taken, boys." He sighed at the class, but was grinning from ear to ear like a buffoon.
I breathed in deeply to get ready to sigh and caught the scent of something delicious wafting out of a nearby cauldron.
"Mmm…" I sighed, breathing in the scent.
The professor started giggling, which I thought was hilarious because of how girly it sounded. He came to stand next to me as the scent of the cauldron circulated in and out of my lungs. It was the best thing I had ever smelled, yet so familiar…
"What you smell is…"
The rest of his explanation was lost as I drifted off into daydreams. It was strange, each one filled with me kissing soft lips, but running my hand through two very different hair textures. Not to mention feeling two completely different bodies against mine. I now ran my hand through a head of luscious silky hair, long enough to just hang in the person's eyes.
The next thing I knew, the scenery changed and I was running my hand through a different texture, this one more soft and full. I could feel pieces sticking in different directions. But I liked it in its unmanageable state, it made it easier for me to grab hold and pull the person closer.
"Mariella…" I felt the person murmur on my lips. I opened my eyes expecting to see the man of my dreams but saw something completely different.
I was sitting in Potion's class and was across from a distressed looking Harry. I realized that it must have been him who had snapped me out of my twisted daydreams.
I looked up at the Professor and noticed that I must not have been the only one who had roamed off. He was looking next to me. I turned slightly and looked at Hermione who was unknowingly leaning across the table. Ron was looking at Hermione strangely as she continued to unconsciously lean toward him.
Deciding to save her from unknown embarrassment, I reach over and pinch her arm.
"Ow!" she's suddenly leaning back in her chair and rubbing her arm. "What was that for?"
She glared menacingly at me. Hopefully she would be the nice person she was and not reveal to the class the small tidbit I'd told her about Draco and me. They knew that my family had apparently trusted his, but that doesn't necessarily mean that we had been together. But the truth was, you could never really know when it came to teenagers, they always imagined things that hadn't happened in reality. Except his one had.
The professor introduced himself as Professor Slughorn. Ah, so this was the loon who had enjoyed Ginny's company. I just now realized that I hadn't seen her at all today. We'd have to hang out later.
Slughorn guided us through the lesson, in which Harry seemed to be doing significantly better than Hermione, which was evidently making her even more pissed.
Harry won some sort of flask filled to the brim with a golden liquid. "Liquid Luck" was what Sluggy called it.
" and may I see you after class?" Sluggy asked us once he released everyone for lunch.
"This better be good, I'm starving…" I muttered at Ron, who gave me an amused look as he remembered the situation with Luna that morning at breakfast.
"Don't worry; I'll save you some of my favorites so people don't take them." He smiled at me.
"Thanks Ron." I gave him a quick hug and walked up to the front of the room where P. Sluggy was.
"What was that?!" Hermione screeched at me, intercepting my path.
"What was what?" I asked in confusion.
"That!" she stabbed a finger at Ron's retreating figure.
"He said he'd save me some food, he understands one's need for food as you noticed at breakfast." I smirked as I remembered the incident.
She gave me an uneasy look as she studied my face. Then deciding I wasn't lying she gave a great sigh of relief and smiled at me for the first time since breakfast.
We walked up to the front of the room.
"You noticed your unique reactions to the potion earlier yes?
We both nodded our heads.
"Sir, I read about this. It means that we've met a love stronger than we've ever felt. It's unique. Right sir?"
"Quite right Hermione, I hope you both do good to find this man before he escapes your grasp. What you have with this person is stronger than most forms of love anytime in history. Most feel a pull towards the person when near them. But in some extreme cases, one will have realistic daydreams." When he finished he was looking at me with an intense, curious gaze.
"Is that all sir?" I wanted to get out of there. Love? What a load of bullocks!
"Yes yes…You may leave for lunch."
A/N: Sorry, a short chapter, but a fast update
Oooo, Hermione's jealous! I feel kind of bad for making Mariella so beautiful…kinda.
I wanted to cut this one off short cause I think it would be best if the Quidditch Tryouts were in the next chapter.
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