A/N: hey guys! omg I'm so sorry it's been so long since I last updated. life has been so crazy :(
But now I'm back and here is a new chapter of Persephone! Hope you enjoy as I loved writing it for you all :D
Persephone gasped.
"What are you doing here?" Said Draco. He looked shoicked, as if he couldn't quite accept the vision of beauty before him was not a hallucination. She shimmered like the mist upon the early morning Himalays.
"I...I came here to be free among nature." Persephone said.
She couldn't stop staring.
Up close Draco Malfoy was even more beautiful than she had iniitally envisioned. Everything about him was sculpted to a point you could've wept at his handsomeness. His pale gray eyes simmered with intelligence.
"I didn't think many other people came here." Murmured Draco. "Most girls are more interested in makeup than nature."
"I'm not like other girls." Promised Persephone. "I've always felt like I can only be myself when I'm in the forest. The trees and the birds are the only ones...the only ones who understand me."
Draco Malfoy looked surprised at her philosophical words. "I've always felt that way too." He murmured.
Persephone felt like the waves of the ocean were crashing inside her heart.
"What is your name?" Asked Draco.
"I am Persephone Jewel Granger." Answered Persephone.
"And I'm Draco Malfoy."
"I know who you are." Said Persephone. "I saw you yesterday in the corridor. And my friends told me about you. They said…"
"What did they say?" Draco demanded.
Persephone drew herself up proudly like a triumphant daughter of Zeus. She would not be spoken down to, matter how hot Draco was. "They said you were a bully." She defianted.
She expected Draco to look angry but instead, his manly shoulders drooped like a daffodil in winter and his eyes were as hypnotic as the moon but they suddenly looked sad.
"I'm not a bully." Whispered Draco. "No one understands me. No one knows the real me."
Persephone's own emerald orbs were overwhelmed with sadness and compassion. She knew that she had been right all along. There really was more to this tragic prince. "What…what do you mean?"
Draco sighed, like the breeze over ancient mountains. "I always have to put on an act. I can never truly be myself. My father doesn't like me, and my friends only like me because I'm rich and they think I'm cool. The thing is, I wish I wasn't so cool and popular. It's a burden to me, having to keep up the act. I wish I could find someone, someone special...who truly loved me."
Suddenly Persephone's eyes welled with crystal tears. "Draco….I understand. I've always wanted someone who truly understands me too. I've always been alone...lost in the deep dark woods..."
Draco nodded. "Wow," he said. "It sounds like you truly do understand. I've never met anyone like you, Persephone."
He stepped closer. The birds sung with greater happiness as if they were looking down on the pair of them with joy.
Then they talked for about two hours. Draco liked the same music she did, but he had to pretend he didn't to fit in better. They had so much in common, even more than she had with Lyric and Bastian. Every word they said hung in the air like a dewdrop of time.
Eventually it was time for class and they had to depart. Persephone's heart was aching. She'd never met someone like Draco before. He couldn't have been a bully. Lyric was mistaken! Yes that was it. Just a misunderstanding.
"I must leave," sighed Persephone deeply.
Draco looked heartbroken. "Wait," he said, catching hold of her wrist. Persephone felt her heart leap at his touch. "I must see you again, Persephone! You are the only reason I have to smile. You...you are the only light in my life. May we meet here again soon?"
Persephone broke into a smile of rainbows. "Yes, I'd like that, Draco." She murmured.
Draco smiled too. "Thank you, Persephone." He said, letting go of her slender wrist.
Walking away through the forest, she smiled to herself.
Was this...love?
The next day, Persephone had Potions for the first time.
"Oh, I don't like Potions," said Bastian nervously. "Professor Snape is always really mean."
"Who's Professor Snape?" Asked Persephone curiously.
"He's the Potions teacher. Everyone's relay scared of him."
Then they went down into the Potions classroom. Persephone looked around with wonder - there were inky black lillies around the windows and a beautiful gothic chandelier throwing dark light across the classroom. Persephone sat down with Lyric and Bastian at a table and took out her Potions book and her coldone.
They waited for five minutes but the teacher didnt come. "Where could he be?" Wondered Persephone.
"I don't know." Said Lyric, with a swish of her beautiful hair. "Oh listen! Maybe that's him now!"
Persephone listened, and with the dawning realisation that a pear of footsteps were making their way towards the classroom. She new it must be Him. Professor Snape.
For some reason, Persephone began to feel nervous.
What if he was like her old Potions teacher at Illvermornie, Mr Perry, who used to be-little her in front of others? He would always tell her she was too clever and thought she was better than everyone else in the class. The bullies would laugh at her then, and Persephone couldn't help but feel more alone than ever. How could a teacher be so cruel?
She was so nervous. She felt like she was about to faint.
Persephone turned towards the classroom door as Professor Snape entered the classroom.
She gasped.
He was dressed in billowing black robes that surrounded him like the embrace of the night sky itself. He was as tall and powerful as an ancient oak tree. He was instant forbidden fruit - dangerous but so allurring. His skin was so pale it appeared to glow amongst the layers of blackness that clouded around his strong, powerful figure. Black hair curled around his high-cheekboned face, pressing against his cheeks like the feathers of a dozen ravens. His eyes were onyxs, sharp and intelligently blinking out from his face. He commanded respect in an sensual manner. The sort of allure Persephone couldn't help but stare at, eyes widening. It was as if she was gazing upon a fallen angel...one who's snowy white wings had been tinted black from the weight of a guilt ridden soul.
Persephone gasped. She felt immediately drawn to this dark king, both terrified and intruged. She tried to keep her noble breathing steady, appear normal so Lyric and Bastian didnt notice the spiritual connection that had taken place.
"Hello students." said Professor Snape, in a voice that was as dark and tragic as the waves of a forgotten river. "Today we will be brewing a Potion to help people sleep." He suddenly glared with the fury of an angry bat. "You imbeciles. I don't think many of you will manage but there nay be one...one special soul in this room of mudanity…..perhaps." She looked suddenly a Persephone. She felt her heart leap into the sky.
"You may begin." Said Professor Snape.
Everybody opened their textbooks nervously and began to read. Persephone frowned. She had once read an ancient book which had said that those with a truly creative mind could stray from recipies. She didn't know whether to risk it….but then, Mr Coma had always told her to be bold and grab life by the hands.
Persephone took one last look at the book and then slammed it closed defiantly. She didn't need it's rules. She summoned all her greatest wisdom and then began to make her own potion from her imagination. She through in a lot of ingredients and the potion simmered gently like a mist of dreams. The potion was nearly ready, but it needed one final thing, and Persephone knew exactly what. Persphone took a deep breath, then she took her special silver knife (it had belonged to Rowena Ravneclaw herself, her mom had given it to her) and cut off a shining lock of her own long silver hair. She dropped it into the cauldron and watched it bubble into a mask of perfection.
"What's that?" Asked Lyric, who's Potion looked very good. "It doesn't look like the one in the book."
"It isn't the one in the book." Whispered Persephone. "I….I just invented it."
"Wow!" said Bastin who's potion looked really good too. "That's amazing!"
"I hope that Professor Snape thinks so to!" Whispered Persephone.
Professor Snape was looking round the room. He looked very unimpressed with the class and there potions.
"Mediocre. Lame. Trash." He said, looking directly into May's cauldron. "And now, time for yours."
He looked a little bit more impressed with Lyric and Bastians. "Not a bad effort. Now, you…"
And with that, he looked at Persephone. Every piece of her soul screamed to drop her gaze, but she held it with the strength of velvet.
"This is my potion, Professor Snape." She said, powerfully.
The Potions teacher looked at Persephone's potion. For a moment, time stood stilll. The whole class was silent, waiting for his decision.
Then he looked up. Fury was ragining in his onix eyes, he looked so terrifyingly angry that Persephone's heart stood still. "WHAT IS THIS?" He demanded, the words bruning with firey rage. "See me in my cupboard." He ordered, and then stalked away in a flurry of blac cloak.
People began to mutter. "Hahahaha." Laughed May cruelly. "You're gonna get incinerated you stupid silver haired nerd. Lol."
"Are you OK, Persephone?" said Lyric concerned.
Persephone inhaled deeply. "Yes. And now, I must go and face what is waiting."
With the bravery of a lion and the grace of a swan and the heart of an eagle, Persephone stood and walked to the Potions cupboard.
"Here I am, Professor Snape." said Persephone bravely.
Professor Snape slowly turned. "Persephone Jewel Granger. Have you any idea what you have done?"
Persephone took a deep breath. "I have made my own potion. I'm sorry i didn't do what you asked."
Professor Snape looked at her for a long time. Persephone felt her heart race and her mind sing with nervousness. But then he nodded. "This Potion is the best I have ever seen any student make in all my years. It does not just help people to sleep, it also allows them to shapeshift into anything they want. To have produced it proves you are a genius….you are a true Ravenclaw."
Persephone gasped. She wasn't in trouble?! What was going on?
"Professor, thank you so much! But…..am I in trouble?" She asked.
Professor Snape blinked slowly with his majestical eyes. "No, Miss Granger. I think you will find that it is I who is the trouble."