Chapter 3:
Normal Pov
"Wait a minute, you can what?" I asked them. I was sitting in a crowd of Draco's cronies, at the base of Draco's feet. I was leaning by back against his knees as he brushed my hair, rather roughly and jetting out rude comments every few seconds.
"Yes, I can brush and braid hair. Normal I'd use magic, but I'm afraid that with all the knots in your hair, I'd accidentally rip your scalp out. Man this is tough. When's the last time you brushed your hair-!"
"Hey! If you didn't want to brush it why'd you insist on it?"
"I couldn't stand watching you put it up in a hair tie on the sole excuse of not having to take care of your hair. Besides, Hogsmead visits are tomorrow and we're meeting my parents. You're not going to embarrass me after I stuck up for you and told them you were a young, sophisticated lady-!"
I groaned deeply. "Oh man, who cares what I look like?" I snapped at him.
"My parents aren't going to want you in their house if you look like riffraff!"
"Riffraff!" I repeated with a smile. Draco snorted and ripped the brush through a particularly tough spot, making me snap my head backwards. I leaned forward after Crabbe and Goyle laughed.
"Shut it." Both Draco and I said. "What are you going to wear?" Draco asked me, and I sighed. Its been a full week of reality time, and five days of dream time. I've just been really busy for the pass two days, but I managed to find time to visit this world. Three days ago I had detention with Professor Snape, and he was as sullen and suspicious person as I've ever encountered a sullen and suspicious person ever before! For some reason… He seems to think my story of arranging a port key two weeks before school is over is bonkers. Its funny, I came here with nothing, but clothes keep appearing on my Slytherin bed. Always my size and suspiciously to my liking.
Every 'morning' when I enter this world, I appear laying awake on my Slytherin bed. At my feet there are always a change of clothes sitting there for me. Weird, but it helps the plot, I guess.
"Whatever I have." I told Draco, and he broke through the thick knots and started brushing the smooth hair follicles.
"I want you to wear something fancy. Classic, but not too loose. Maybe a gown, but not short and tight. Try long and frilly, but not too much frilly-!"
"Ew. Why not jeans and a jacket-!"
"You mean those disgraceful to the wizarding world mudblood worthy clothes?" Draco smirked at me. I sighed.
"Yeah, those."
"No. Your not wearing them. From what I've seen, you didn't come with any luggage. Is that right?" Draco asked me, and then softly ran his fingers through my hair. It didn't hurt, surprisingly. I nodded at him with a bright smile.
"Hey, my hair isn't all knotted anymore-!"
"Yeah. And it only took forty minutes. Now come on, on your back. I'll paint your nails-!"
"What? Why are you so used to this stuff? How do you even know how to do this?!" I asked him.
"Huh? Oh. Pansy and I have known each other for years. I do this stuff for her all the time. Sure, she's annoying, but our parents want us to be nice with each other because we're both rich purebloods and our families are friends." Draco said, and I got on my back with a sigh.
"You know what Dray, I wouldn't be nice to her because my parents wanted to. I hate the act of conformity and being a conformist. So I decided to no longer be one. I wouldn't hang out with her, I would coolly tell my parents that I'm not going to do something I don't want to do." I said, and Draco smirked at me widely.
"Really, and they would be okay with that?"
"No, and that's what makes it exciting." I whispered to him. "To bad you don't have too much of a backbone Dray. There are a lot of things in your life you could use some rebelling at. Especially knowing how to paint toenails and enjoy them-!'
He bent my leg back towards my head hard, I squealed. "Ouch!"
"Ha-ha!" Draco chuckled, and then put my foot back onto his lap. Crabbe and Goyle watched Draco and I with amused faces.
"Um… What is conformity?" Crabbe asked.
"Conformity is the act of doing something because it is suspected of you. The belief that your supposed to be doing something because everyone else is doing. For example, society has put many beliefs that all children are misbehaving are evil little beasts that are good for nothing. I, even as a child, had to grow up fast to adjust to my surroundings and new responsibilities. I'm not excited and easily allured to the many things that modern day children are attracted to. I enjoy knowledge better then sports and fun and or video games. Knowledge is power boys. And you'll never get anywhere in life without it. I'm going to let knowledge wash over me, I'll empower it.
Since I was twelve years old and learned the power of knowledge, I decided that when I was older, if given the chance, I was going to take over the world. I would start small, then grow bigger as I converted or killed the rest of the world. I want an army. I want to be feared, feared by the whole world. I want the name Juliunna to be whispered in the private shadows of misery. The name to be condemned and send shivers up anyone who hears and or says it. I want to rule the world with the one person beside me who understands me.
Which brings me on to the way of my wanted death. If there is ever a way I wanted to die, I wanted to die sensually and painfully. I'm talking being intimately choked to death, or preferably having a small blade edged around my skin, carving out each and every simple and dire consequence that I would deserve, after all of the harsh and deadly things I have caused." I finished, my eyes wide as I stared up at the ceiling longingly.
I looked up and Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle were staring at me. Their eyes wide and their mouths wide open. "Oh… Wow." Draco said awkwardly, but then he turned to look at the wall in deep thought.
"Draco can I run upstairs, I want to grab a book." I said nicely. Draco nodded.
"Yeah, yes of course." He said blankly. Hmm… Why does he look scarred for life? I asked myself, but with a shrug walked onwards. When I reached the stairs, my attention was immediately averted to the fact that Crabbe and Goyle were right behind me.
"Err… Whacha doing?" I smiled nicely, starting to slowly back up the stairs.
"Well, your Malfoy's girl-!"
"And by honor, we're supposed to protect you-!"
"Wait. What do you mean by Malfoy's girl?" I said, turning around to jog up the stairs. Crabbe and Goyle ran faster up the stairs to catch up with me.
"You guys are dating of course-!'
"No. We are not." I said to Goyle. With a smile I rounded the corner and smashed into a wall of muscle. I inhaled a thick cloud of cologne and immediately backpedaled into Crabbe and Goyle. "Well, what is it? What are they talking about?" Tyler said with a sudden glare on his face. He was always the violent when jealous type.
"Their not talking about anything." I said immediately, and Tyler stepped forward. Crabbe and Goyle parted and I squeezed in between them. Then they locked together, smirking and flexing their burly gorilla arms at Tyler. Tyler glared heatedly at me and Crabbe and Goyle.
"You have a boyfriend?" He said, raising his eyebrows. I frowned.
"No, no I don't." I said, and angled my body towards the Slytherin stairs. I was ready to run for my life. I know I have nothing to hide from Tyler, after all, I'm telling the truth. But if he wants to believe that I'm lying, he'll think I'm lying. And I don't want him to get violent. We were both in the same Divergent and Hunger Games sleep droid. He broke my arm because he thought that Marvel and I had a fling going on. And he broke it in reality because I wouldn't listen to him in the park. And then he created this whole feud between my friends and his because he hurt me. He also broke my nose and stomped on me in the divergent world because when he told me he loved me, I told him it wasn't love and I could never love anyone who would hurt me that way. Now, well I don't know what he'd do this time.
"Are you lying-!"
"No I'm not! Ahhh!" I ran to the stairs and took them two at a time. I didn't turn around to watch the show, but I heard a loud and painful struggle. Whether more grunts came from Crabbe and Goyle then Tyler, I have no idea. But then I heard a loud slam as I rounded the corner and ran into the Slytherin common room.
"Yep, definitely not Tyler who's having trouble." I whispered fearfully. I walked straight to Draco's side, who was chuckling in thought at the wall. "Oh hey, your back. Where'd Crabs and Goyle go?" He asked me, and I shrugged. "They got into a tussle with someone upstairs, so I went back down here." I shrugged nonchalantly, with a wide smile. Draco smiled at me, but then jetted his hands towards the letter in his hands.
"What's that?" I asked him.
"Permission for Hogsmead. For you." Draco said, and then handed it to me.
"Wait, but don't my parents and or guardian have to sign the form to go into Hogsmead?" I asked him curiously. Wow, I must be special if their going to make an exception for me instead of Harry Potter during his third year. Weirdly cool.
"Yeah, I had Professor Snape pull some strings… Your welcome." Draco added. "Oh, yeah. Thank you Draco." I said, and then turned on my back with a sigh.
"Man, life changes quickly." I commented. Draco turned to look at me. "Yeah… It does." He said, and I looked up at the ceiling, my eyes starting to droop. "One minute your sitting in class, and the next you discover you have fantastic powers." I whispered. Draco turned to me, his eyes wide.
"Your not going to sit her and tell me you're a mudblood, are you?" Draco said, narrowing his eyes at me. I shook my head no.
"Nah Dray, of course not. I was talking about the power of hallucinations." I smirked. "The power of relaxation. When your life is tragic, and you build up a world of magic so powerful you find yourself slipping off to it very often. Come think with me Draco." I said serenely, crossing my ankles. Draco huffed.
"Yeah, I don't like sitting on the floor." He snapped at me. I smirked. "Are you saying that you are timid?" I asked him, a smirk on my face. Stars seemed to burst within my eyesight, and Draco scoffed.
"I am not afraid." He snapped defensively, and then threw himself onto the floor beside me. He laid on his back as he stared up at the ceiling. I turned to look at him, and hummed sadly. "You look disappointed-!"
"Of course I do. What is it that you enjoy about sitting on this dirty floor? Its damp and dark, and while the ceiling is 'pretty', it is still adequate." Draco grumbled to his self. I smirked.
"You just love to be negative, don't you Dray? You see, this is nice. Just lying here and humming and thinking to myself. Its soothing and nice. Just take a deep breath, there you go, and relax your spine." I whispered serenely to him. Draco stared at me. He took a deep, irritating breath, and then arched his spine, trying to get the good feeling.
"Ah… Yes, I get it now!" Draco said as he straightened out his back on the floor. He turned to me with a giant smile on his face, his pale face flushing brightly. "Really?" I said with a smile.
"Yeah. Your completely insane!" He said, and I frowned. "Hey!"
"Just kidding, I'm just not cut out for your simple lifestyle. But here," He said. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to my cheek. I giggled.
"Get ready for tomorrow." He smiled, and with a laugh sauntered off to his dorm. I smiled at his retreating back.
"Cute. Cute Malfoy." I said to him, a smile fresh on my face.