Walking beside Harry as we make our way up to Gryffindor tower I notice the first – years along with a large majority of older students eyeing Harry…whispering under their breaths. How is it that people are so quick to believe what is put in the Daily Prophet?
"Ignore them, they don't know," I whisper.
"Yeah," Harry mutters as we climb the stairs, "yeah, you're right."
Once we have reached the portrait of the Fat Lady I realize I have absolutely no idea what the new password is. I glance over at Harry who seems to be having the same problem. Both of us stand in the hall, silent. I rock back and forth on my feet, wishing I had stayed a bit longer in the Great – Hall.
"Harry, I know it!" Neville pants from behind us. "Guess what it is. I'm actually going to be able to remember it for once –" he says waving a cactus in front of Harry's face. "Mimbulus Mimbletonia."
"Correct," says the Fat Lady as her picture swings open, revealing a circular hole in the wall behind it. Harry, Neville and I climb in.
Anxious and just a bit tired, I plop down into an arm chair in the corner as Harry, followed by Neville, heads towards the stairs leading up to the boy's dormitories.
I sit, eyes glued to my watch, counting down the seconds till when I have planned to slip from the common room. The second it is seven fifty – five I stand, quickly making my way to the exit. I let out a sigh once I step onto the stone floor of the hallway. Thank goodness no one saw me leave. I'm not in the mood to be questioned about my comings and goings.
I dash down the hall, towards the dungeon where the entrance to the Slytherin common room is located. Upon reaching the stone statue I stop, looking around for Draco. He isn't there. I check the time on my watch, exactly eight. Odd, it's not like Draco to be late.
"Pure – blood," I whisper before stepping through the doorway hidden behind the snake statue and into the common room.
It is exactly how I remember it. Big, black sofas situated around the ever burning green fire. The common room resembles dungeons, very elegant dungeons at that. The carpet is a rich green with black accents here and there and silver banners drape down from the ceiling.
Before I am able to step into the common room more I am blindfolded. What in the world?
"Draco?" I question wondering if he would really do something like this to me.
"Shh…." someone hisses from my left, "Don't worry sweetheart," another says, sounding oddly familiar.
"Vincent? Gregory?" I ask, wondering whose idea this was. Clearly it was not Draco's.
"Crabbe! Goyle! I told you id Isabelle took the liberty of allowing herself in to tell her I was running late, not to torture her," Draco announces sounding highly annoyed. "Sorry about that darling." Malfoy continues, removing the blindfold.
"Tell me again why you had to choose the two biggest buffoons in all Slytherin to follow you around," I say, taking a seat on a leather couch placed right in front of the green colored flames.
"They are the only two big enough to intimidate people without having to do magic," explains Draco sitting next to me, his arm draped around my shoulders.
"Naturally," I respond, rolling my eyes as I rest my head on Malfoy's shoulder.
"How was dinner?"
"It would have been a bit more enjoyable if I had been able to sit with my true house."
At this I remove the fake Gryffindor crest from my jet black robes, tossing it to the ground. Underneath lies my real house crest, the house I knew I belonged in the second I walked through Hogwarts doors five years ago.
"Well, you're where you belong now," replies Draco, gently running his fingers up and down my arm.
"How was your summer?" I ask.
"I've had better. Actually I spent the majority of it trying to convince my father to let you come home with me for winter break…he eventually said yes. After you're father talked with him of course, how can one say no to the…."
"Shh," I silence him, "no one must know. Sirius Black is my father and that is that."
"Of course."
"It is in fact fantastic that I am able to join you for the holidays. At least I won't have to secretly track every step Harry takes which is what I did over the summer. It was quite drab to tell you the truth."
"Sounds it, yet I only got two letter…very short letters at that."
He's mad. I should have spent more time trying to slip away and write. How stupid can I be? "I had the squib breathing down my neck, Draco. I wanted to write more, really. I have all your letters, I'll write replies and send them to you."
"Isabelle, I don't need that, okay? You're here now, with me and that's all I can ever wish for," states Draco, kissing the top of my ear.
I remove his arm from my shoulders, twisting around so that I am straddling him, my hands resting on his chest. I kiss Draco as he intertwines his fingers in my hair, my fingers working on unbuttoning his shirt. Malfoy let's out a moan as my hands his bare flesh.
As Draco removes my sweater vest someone walk into the room, "The both of you are absolutely sick. Undressing each other in the common room," says a female voice from behind the couch.
"What do you want Pansy?" a fairly annoyed Draco questions sting up so that his bare chest is pressed up against my white button down shirt.
"Besides what I can't have, absolutely nothing," replies Pansy, a sly smile set upon her thin lips.
"Then get Parkinson," I snap, having no patience for the girl tonight.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Black. Am I interrupting your special night?" sneers Pansy.
At her words my temper flairs, "As a matte of fact you are."
"Shh, Belle, she's not worth it," Draco whispers, placing his hand over mine.
"You think you're cute, don't you, Draco? Using her nickname and trying to calm her down. We all know your father approves of me not that scum you picked up off the street corner." Pansy jeers.
I can't take it any longer, its one thing for her to interrupt Draco and my snogging session but to call me scum off the street. That is pushing it. Pulling out my wand I point it at Pansy, "Imperio."
Instantly, Pansy falls under my command. I flick my wand about, laughing as Pansy parades about the common room performing ridiculous actions. I let out a rather evil laugh before releasing her from my control the entire things boring me.
"I'll get you for that, Isabelle Jo Black," threatens Pansy, getting up from the ground.
Placing my wand back on the ground I laugh, "I highly doubt that."
"You wanna know something; the two of you deserve each other. She's just as cold and black hearted as you Draco," Parkinson huffs before retreating back to the girl's dormitory.
I let out a curt laugh as I lie my head on Draco's still exposed chest,
"How did I get so lucky?" questions Malfoy, running his fingers through my hair. He doesn't seem upset about the curse I had preformed which of course pleases me.
"I could ask you the same question," I respond before closing my eyes. This year might not be half bad.