Chapter Four- All Mine
Sleep, hard and deep. A version of unconsciousness so craved by the human mind it becomes an addiction. Without their sleep a person is angry beyond belief, they are moody and crazy, altogether irritable until they get some more sleep. Signs of withdrawal sink into them, move them into such stark madness. Inside everyone is a monster creeping out on such occasions as sleep deprived nights. And as Aliana lay still in her bed this monster crawled out of her forcing her limbs to swing viciously in attempt to find comfort. It was awake and she was awake.
Fragments of phrases flashed out at her. The sorting hat had seen into her mind. It knew her every desire, her true self. The knowledge of such an atrocity burned deep into her. Even a hat, an insignificant article, had broken the barriers she had allowed herself to keep. Her one safety was in her head, a place no one could intrude. Her mind was a sanctuary for her deepest secrets and desires. It held the good memories and the bad. To have someone break her conscious so simply brought Aliana into a state of confusion. This confusion however had turned quickly into rage as it had pulled her from a comfortable sleep. A sleep in which she craved ever so much.
Sleep brought her dreams, a secret obsession of Aliana's. Good or bad or pretty or ugly she found peace in them. They allowed her to explore her imagination; to explore her creativity. She had employed her dreams in so many aspects of her life that they had become a part of her. Taking advice and wisdom from a dream and applying it to everyday had become habit. And so Aliana had looked forward to a good nights sleep each night. Tonight, however, it was not coming.
But breaking through her thoughts on the feast were images of the fair Slytherin boy. How handsome he had been with that smirk resting unceremoniously on his face. His eyes had shone with, something. She wasn't quite sure what that something was, but she liked it. Confidence, that was it he had a confidence she could only dream of. An air about him glowed with confidence, not cockiness but pure self assurance. Oh how she would kill for an ounce of that. But considering that wouldn't happen she would simply kill for an ounce of him. What a gorgeous boy, but what would he want to do with a girl as simple as herself. Aliana Verity Moxley a name so complex and so interesting, but so not her. This beautiful blond boy, ever so complex and interesting must be mad to notice her. He obviously could get whoever he wanted and yet he couldn't keep his eyes off of her. Maybe she was mistaken, though. Maybe she was only imagining the way he was looking at her. Of course, she convinced herself, he would have no reason to look at her, she just happened to be there when he was looking at someone else.
Although she really didn't believe this falsity she allowed herself to accept it as true because she was dying for some rest. And so, she drifted off to her oh so precious sleep in time for a few hours respite before her first day of classes.
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Morning came and went in such a flurry Aliana barely noticed it was lunch. She had busied herself with her new schedule, this morning consisting of double Transfiguration separated by Potions. Both of these subjects happened to be her best. She figured that Monday mornings wouldn't be looking so bad anymore. And to top it all off she had Transfiguration with Elizabeth and Rayna and Potions with Elizabeth.
"Can you believe it?" Elizabeth exclaimed with wide eyes. "We've been in this bloody school for three and a half hours and we already have two essays and a report assigned."
Rayna jumped into her rage and added, "We don't even have exams this year. It should be a year off, you know a little down time before tests in seventh year."
"Well, I think you guys are complaining way too much," here was Kyra jumping in as well. "I mean Aliana has the same classes and she's not freaking out."
"Yeah, why aren't you stressed? Or did you always have this much homework at Beauxbatons?" the three girls pressed.
Aliana was forming an answer in her mind when she was interrupted by a third or fourth year boy sitting near them.
"You went to Beauxbatons?" he exclaimed with both admiration and wonder in his eyes.
"Yes, I did," Aliana said while narrowing her eyes into a menacing glare.
The fierceness that emanated from her stare was strong enough to push the boy away from anymore questions. Both him and his friend quickly gathered their stuff and scrambled from the Hall not bothering to even look back.
"Well, you really scared them off," Rayna joked.
"Yeah," a sigh escaped from her mouth. "I'm just so tired of the looks people are giving me and the millions of questions they ask. I came here because I wanted to finish my education. I just wanted to be normal again."
"Don't worry hun. We'll take care of you," Elizabeth slid a protective arm around her shoulder. "Any more questions and we'll beat 'em up in the parking lot," she said with a bad American accent.
"You have been watching way too many American movies Betts."
"You can never watch too many American movies. The American gangster is a classic and don't even try to argue with that."
The four girls continued with their conversation as they packed up their stuff and headed to their next classes. Aliana had Charms next; unfortunately none of the other girls had the class with her. So as they hurried off to Divination, which Aliana found to be a pointless class, she dashed down to Charms.
Walking through the door Aliana found herself to be one of the few who had arrived early. She was thankful for this because she could find a table by herself. She spotted one towards the middle and laid her books down on it just in time for the girl in front of her to turn around. It was Padma Patil in the flesh. Aliana could almost hear the scary music playing as the girl slowly turned her head around. She almost expected it to keep turning, proving her theory that the Patil sisters were actually robots.
"Hey Aliana. Isn't this just super! We've got a class together."
And as the girl went on and on she let herself get lost in the fake sweetness of her voice waiting for a screw to pop out of her jaw. She couldn't help but wonder how a person could talk that much. But she was interrupted by a slight brunette sliding into the seat next to her.
"Hey, I'm Pansy. You're the new girl right?"
"Yeah," Aliana smiled glad for the interruption. "So you're in Slytherin house?"
"Ya, so are you any good at Charms? I figured I'd sit by a Ravenclaw considering this is my worst subject."
"Well it's my worst subject too," Aliana spit out through her laughter.
"I always seem to pick the wrong spot to sit," Pansy replied jokingly. "But at least we get a good view of Malfoy."
"Which one is Malfoy?" Aliana questioned though her eyes rested on the blond boy. She was silently hoping it wasn't him.
"He would be the one resting that beautiful blond head of his on his hand. The one with the silver eyes you could get lost in. The one with the most amazing abs it would make Professor Dumbledore horny."
At the last comment both of the girls broke into a fit of giggles. And as they were gulping for air Professor Flitwick walked into the room.
"All right ladies lets calm down now. We've got a lesson to complete."
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Having a reason to look back now Draco layed his eyes on the French girl who just happened to be seated by Pansy. He wondered how this girl managed to be so beautiful when she laughed. Comparing her to Parkinson next to her with her face all scrunched up he forced himself to stifle his laughter. They were complete opposites. The girl sat tall and laughed with her hair slightly billowing behind her shoulders. While Pansy was hunched over, face as red as a tomato and eyes scrunched up into tiny slits.
"Miss Moxley is it?" Flitwick asked in attempt to quiet the outburst.
"Yes sir."
"Alright, now. I know your previous studies were quite strong in Charms so could you please demonstrate an Impervius Charm for the class."
"Uh, I can try."
"Yes. Yes, Aliana. You can do it now, stand up. Yes that's it just use this book here."
Aliana, such a beautiful name. Draco smiled at her. The poor girl looked so frightened. But he became distracted by Goyle ogling her.
"Bloody Hell, Goyle. I didn't know you could tell the difference between a gargoyle and a girl. What's got you staring now?"
"Uh, nothing Malfoy."
And with that all the boys in the row turned their gazes away from Aliana. Yeah that's right, Draco thought. She's all mine. He made his thoughts very clear through the glare he sent their way in the time her back was turned.
"Alright Miss Moxley, just go for it."
"Okay," she readied herself into position and raised her wand. "Impervius."
Although the book appeared unchanged Flitwick chose to demonstrate her work. Grabbing a bucket of water, that somehow appeared next to the desk, he dumped it onto the book. None of the water managed to touch the book though, it all shot away as though there was a magnetic field.
"See," Flitwick exclaimed holding up the book. "It is perfectly dry. Nothing harmed from the water. This is what we will be learning this week. A fairly simple charm but they will progressively get harder throughout the course. Don't be expecting things this simple for long. So no time to waste lets grab one of these objects and try the charm out. I will expect them on my desk by the end of the period and I will test them out tonight."
With only ten minutes left in class Draco set of to work but not without a last look at the beautiful girl. Aliana Moxley, he thought, you are all mine.
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Days went by, seemingly uneventful. These days slowly turned into weeks that dredged on in normalness. At this Aliana was thankful. Stares turned into odd glances and questions turned into murmurs. After a few threatening glares from her friends at the few who continued to bother her Aliana was soon left alone.
This morning was as ordinary morning as any. The four girls dragged themselves out of bed and down to breakfast. Although they all enjoyed the luxury of sleeping late all four consistently woke early to be in the Great Hall before the morning rush.
Grabbing a piece of toast Rayna commented on the look Draco had given Aliana on the way in.
"Looks like Malfoy's got his eye on you, Alli."
"Does it? Now why would he be looking at me?"
"Don't be like that. You know just as well as us that he can't help but look at you every chance he gets," Kyrah added.
"Ya, we noticed that little stare down you had during the sorting ceremony."
"I guess he has been looking at me a lot," Aliana said with a tint of blush forming on her face. "He hasn't talked to me or anything, though."
"Well, that's probably because he can never get you alone," Rayna smirked clearly implying something behind what she said. "I just remember I for got something in the Common Room. I'll meet you guys in class."
"Oh, I'll come with you," Elizabeth added.
"You know what. I've got to go to the washroom before class. See you Alli," Kyrah giggled.
Completely catching on to what the girls were doing Aliana began to protest but they were long gone. Maybe the delay had something to do with wanting to talk to Draco herself. But the plan had come into action a little too late because class started in only a few minutes and Aliana didn't want to be late for Charms. So she grabbed her bag and started to leave.
"Hey, Aliana," Draco called down the hall a few minutes later. "You're in my Charms class right?"
"Uh, yeah," she replied in a tiny voice.
"Mind if I walk with you?"
"Sure. No problem."
Although she appeared to be fine, inside Aliana was going crazy. In her mind she was jumping up and down screaming "I'm walking to class with Draco Malfoy." But thoughts of such a miracle were surely interrupted. A young third year had ran into her, knocking both of their books to the ground.
"Watch where you're walking," Draco snarled at the child.
"No, its okay," Aliana consoled. "Here. I think this is your book."
"Thanks," the boys mumbled as he scrambled off in fear of Draco.
"Bloody git."
"You've really got a temper haven't you?" Aliana smiled through her sweet ring of laughter.
"I suppose you could say that."
And with that Draco smirked and walked through the door to the classroom without another word. Aliana followed, in shock of his behavior but not necessarily in a bad way.
She had lived in a nearly perfect world for far too long. Her mother had made it that way growing up. In France women had prided themselves in their family and home lives. They cleaned their houses from top to bottom, but most certainly not themselves they hired servants or in a wizarding family they used house elves. Every meal was home made, by the house elves of course and every meal was eaten with the whole family present. There were no divorces; a simple mistress could do the job without changing the family's social status. The children went to the most prestigious schools where they followed this rule of perfection. All meals were healthy and home made, all rooms were clean and orderly, all students were dressed in rich and clean fabric and all students maintained proper etiquette and manners. In her old life Aliana had fit into this routine of perfection though she had no desire for it herself. This perfection had carried through with her so far, Draco however could be her escape.
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Draco moved towards his seat noticing that Aliana continued to keep her eyes on him. A good sign, she liked him. But who wouldn't, he was Draco Malfoy after all.
Zabini looks like he noticed too, someone else I can brag to.
"The French girl's all over you."
"Why wouldn't she be?" Draco replied with his famous smirk plastered onto his face.
"You're so full of yourself, Malfoy. What'd you do to her? She definitely doesn't look like your type."
"Who's to say what my type is?" Draco asked. "She's gorgeous, she's smart, and she's not a Gryffindor. That's about as specific as I get."
Blaise snorted and Professor Flitwick began class. It was just another pointless lesson that he would never need to use in the real world. So once again Draco drifted off in thoughts of Aliana.
A/N: So, the story is getting more interesting!! But I am finding it quite hard to keep Draco's character real; it is so tempting to turn him into a softie!! But I managed to fight my temptation and kept him as a complete jerk. But that's why we love him!! Hope you enjoyed. Keep reading and reviewing!!