Hello there! My first A/N Thanks for reading my story! This is the 2nd OC POV and I really enjoy writing from her and others POV. All of the new characters have their distinctive writing styles, how they take everything in, how they describe something. Anyways let me know how you enjoy this! Please RnR!
*Gabrielle's POV*
The slytherin common room was dark, the fire that raged just a few hours ago now dwindled into ashes. I sat on Draco's lap, kissing him. Our tongues twisting together like snakes. His hands on my hips, he broke the kiss and sat me back on the couch.
"Gabby. Tell me what you've done today." He said this as a command.
"Hmmm. Let's list off. Well I woke up and ate breakfast; fucked bitches; went to platform 9 ¾; fucked bitches; sat down next to you. Then stepped on a girls hand." I smiled at that last one as he stared at me, his grey eyes piercing mine.
He shrugged, not really caring. Nyx sat down in the corner, trying to wrap herself in the darkness. Draco looked where I was and saw her.
"Fucking creep, she is." I slapped him. Hard. No one talks to my best friend like that. He stood up, shocked, a red handprint on his porcelain cheek. Tears were in his eyes. Mine were hard, staring at him. He left in a rush, muttering shit about me. Probably saying I need anger management and need to cool off or some shit. Not that I cared, we make up tomorrow and it won't matter.
I motioned to Nyx to follow me. Not checking to see if she was following I went to the girls' dorm and went to my bed. Sitting down, Nyx knelt in front of me with her back facing me. I love her hair, the copper color made it seem to be on fire. I started braiding it, despite the fact that it was 3 am. All the other girls were asleep so I decided to stay quiet, lest I be slapped. Done with her hair, I laid down on my bed and stared at the ceiling. I don't really know where Nyx sleeps. She is always last to bed and first to get up. I realized i hadn't had a smoke that whole day. My body started getting antsy, twitching and shallow breathing. I couldn't take it anymore. I don't care how pissy Snape got. I'd rather not get caught by Flich.
I got up and took my pack from the dresser. I hate those things. The legs are off, the wood is chipping, the paint is falling off too. I hate this dungeon. Why do we have to live in a dungeon, anyways? I am sure that isn't sanitary. You know what? I'm over it. I walked into the common room, not wanting to stink yp the dorm and used my wand to light it. I sighed in relief, breathing heavily again and took a good smoke, then proceeding to try and make some rings Josh taught me. Let's talk about that bitch. Hes in hufflepuff, like a bitch, and smokes with me, not like a bitch. We get along nicely enough when we're alone we're like best friends. Pair us with another and we're about ready to slit eachothers throats. Whatever, you'll meet him in the next chapter. (I mean what? 4th wall break? Man this bitch is a badass!) I took one more puff and threw the filter into the ashes and watched it slowly shrivel up, hoping it would burn faster. I turned and walked back to the dorm, feeling better. The filter burned to durst.