Part 7 is here at last ~
This is gonna be a long, boring one :o
Edit : I've decided to change the story a little bit, and removed the mini part I've wrote. You might want to read it again because there's a plot change.
Hope you enjoy it ♥
"Vallerieeeee."
A familiar voice called up to you as you stroke your eyes with your finger. A shot of light flashes directly onto your face as you open your eyes, and you're just about to close the curtain when someone grabbed your hand before you could barely touch it.
"It'll only escort you back to sleep if you close the curtain." Says Samantha elderly. You heard your other roommates groan desperately on their beds; apparently the only one who had woke up in time in your room is Sam.
"Mmmbrrffhhh." You dug the pillow with your head lazily.
"Wake up, wake up now, bring yourselves up the satin sheets. It's already 7:30 and the breakfast will start half an hour from now. Get yourself neat tout de suite otherwise the prefects will come to wake you themselves."
You exasperatedly brought yourself up after she's off to force the others to wake and walked down the stairs to take a bath. You didn't really take a bath though; the water is far too cold for your own good and you forgot the spell to heat the water up. You tried to regain your consciousness back after what had happened last night. ..or precisely, earlier that dawn. When you slammed your finger, stuck your pajama on the bathroom's doorknob and laughed with that Mallard all in the same hour. You wonder if it's all just a dream. Your finger is all jacked up though.
You went out of the bathroom after faking a wet state in front of your new Slytherin fellas, rummaged through your baggage in the dorm room to get your wand and a notebook and went out again with Samantha to the Great Hall. You yawned for like thousands of times on your way there.
"What's up? Your face is all curled up." Sam worried.
"Oh you know very well what's up; my body's here yet it feels like my soul remained on bed." You replied with your eyes all teary. You shoved your new school robe with a Slytherin emblem on it. "Looking good?" You asked her after re-positioning your collar. "Looking good."
Then off to the Great Hall.
You looked around the room; it's filled with gleamy things. The floating candles up the ceiling are far more brighter today, and it's rather blinding for your soaked eyes. You peeked to the Gryffindor's table, looking for Ginny. She's already there, sitting beside that curly-haired girl just like last night, and you caught her glimpsing at you too. She smiled, and you smiled back warmly before you got tugged into the Slytherin's table. You're relieved she still remembers you as a friend.
"You remember what I said yesterday, didn't you?" Samantha scooted closer to you and whispered in a menacing yet still friendly tone.
"What, about the Weasleys?" You inquired assuring.
"Them, Longbottom, Hermione Granger, and Harry Potter. Yes, especially him. Well basically just anyone that's sitting on that table.
Don't even bother to look at them. Believe me, you don't want the other Slyths to look at you in a suspicious way."
You're surprised she warned you with a reason that's at least more convincing for you now. You gave her a hesitant nod, though you still keep your positive thoughts about them firm.
Some of the still drowsy Slytherins gave you a hi and friendly greet as you suddenly saw Draco walked into the Great Hall together with his two friend-pets and a girl; one you assume to be Crabbe while the others you don't know of.
He picked up a seat right across you, which happened to be empty at the moment. That somehow made you feel uncomfortable, as you're aware of the giggly girls from yesterday began to hush to each other not far from your seat, slipping their signature squeals in between whispers.
You sighed and yawned, indicating that you're still desiring for more sleep to even care much about it. Draco stared at you with a somewhat satisfied smirk, and quickly looked away when he realizes you realize that he's been staring at you.
"Good morning, students! Fine morning it is," An elderly voice clashed up from the high table, silencing the entire room after all the students had gathered on the tables. The head of the school, Dumbuldoor -or whatever, you're not that good at remembering such names- seems about to start giving a long, tedious speech.
"You must have been aware of the decorations this morning.
As you all know, we're-"
You don't really listen to all of his blobs after then, but the point you know is that the Triwizard Tournament is near, which means the Yule Ball is soon to approach as well.
"Ah, the Yule Ball," Says one of the giggly girls after the great old man concluded his dragging speech and snapped his finger to bring out all the feast on the plates. You sled a jug of pumpkin juice and a plate of mouth-watering turkey chops from the center of the table.
"I need to start those daily facials soon."
"My gown will be sooo glimmering on that night! My mom promises me some magical manicures too. Coming off the post this morning."
"How I've longed for that dreamy ball. I wonder who should I go out with?"
Then another high-pitched squeal came up as they stare to their enormous Prince Charming in front of you. Draco gave them a faint sicknasty smirk, and how you prayed it knocked the girls down so they won't shriek another squeal again. You sap down some pumpkin juice and listened to a question from a 1st year boy then, asking what Yule Ball is.
"Allow me then," Beyond your expectation, Samantha took the favor in a dramatic joking manner and stands high from her seat.
"It is the ball where three wizardry schools, prior to the Triwizard Championship, come to a dance with their chosen one under the mistletoes.
Rumors say that, couple who united in that night, shall be blessed with an endless love, and will never- NEVER be separated from each other for the rest of their life.
What awaits on that night? Will it be gloomy or raining with glory?
It all lies on none other than your own bare hand- and how you handle those booty shakes on the dancefloor."
The entire Slytherin table hooted, and you coughed in uncertainty, not sure whether to laugh along or stood confusedly; as well, yes you've heard about the Yule Ball before - it's about dancing and all that party jazz, much like prom, as Kim says it. But none of this 'endless love' thing you acknowledge of. For a first impression, it sounds sort of stupid to you.
"You better fetch some of the decent guys quick, Val. They run out fast, and not having any date on that ball is just a crime in Slytherin." Kim turned to you.
"Why worry, she's got those sexy vibes on her, so it should be easy to lure all the boys in line." Someone came up, which unexpectedly made Draco burst out a cheesy laugh.
"Aw look at that, look at that! Don't you get the sign?"
"Ooou, that was scandalous. I bet he wants to go with you like damn. I guess there goes my bet though."
You said with a damp humph, "Too bad then, ladies." as you gave a meaningful, slutty glance to the giggly girls. Of course you don't really mean it, but they seemed to be somewhat heated up by that reply of yours.
You ate some things you find edible off the table even though you're not really hungry, and got up from your seat after moments contemplating with Sam's warning. You waggled your hand to Ginny who's still eating and made a motion pointing to the exit of the Great Hall. As witted as she is, she quickly finished her eating and head to the door. You looked to Sam, Draco, and the other Slyths who are still busy with their foods. After assuring that everything's safe and no one is watching you, you rushed to the door quietly.
"I'm growing eye bags." You said sullenly, trying your best not to howl another yawn.
"I'm sorry. I don't know what made that hat sort you into that house, but bummer."
"I know, that's why I'm calling you outside. Want to talk to you,"
"About what?"
"The Slytherins." You exclaimed, lowering your voice as you look around cautiously. "Samantha Filia told me several times about you; she even mentioned Harry Potter, Lungbutton and Ginger today and said to me that I shouldn't be goofing off with you guys."
She snorted. "Figures, isn't it? Gryffindors and Slutherins don't get along cool. You're exceptional though; you're too nice to be in there and you're not slutty."
"That's the thing; we do get along cool. You're the one who helped me get here. You're a good friend, and you remind me alot of my best bud. I don't want things to deteriorate, I don't want them to keep harassing you like that, and I don't want them to look at me with hatred when I'm with you too. It's just not fair."
"I know. You're a good friend too. I just have to curse that sorting hat the moment after he sorted you into Slytherin."
"I'd burn that sack down to ashes if no one's watching."
She gave you a smile, and you smiled too. A friend like her is just too kind to be lost, you admit.
"But we should really keep this between us, you know. Actually Ron told me to keep an eye out of you too because he saw me walked with you once, and now with you getting sorted into Slytherin and all, he certainly won't be happy to see us wander around together again."
"I know." You bit your lips bitterly.
"Keep your owl awake tonight." She finished as she pampers back to the Great Hall, perhaps noticing that someone is heading outside. You're unsure what's her point of saying that though. Owls are nocturnal from the start, after all.
"There you are, Cranked." Someone popped up in front of you with a dry, taunting voice.
It's Prince Charming, obviously. He scared your Ginny away.
"What's up, Malfoul?"
"Only in two days and you already gave me a hundred options of ridiculous new names." He gave you a weirded look. "None of which I'll be using though, as you're aware."
"I know. I don't really expect you to anyway."
He plastered that arrogant grin all over his face again. "Anyway, I got a better deal for you here."
Ginny chanced to peek a little from the Great Hall's door before she really disappear from there, waving you a bye, but she suddenly flap herself gone again as Draco turns his head to see what you're staring at.
He then handed you a pack of parchment from his pocket.
"A timetable?"
"From Filia. Handed out by Snape." He added. "She said she didn't have time to give this to you last night because you're asleep already, but Snape ordered some chores for her this morning, so she asked me to give it to you now."
You skimmed through the syllabus with Draco following your act with his'. It's filled with classes, some of which you're familiar with as you've been taught about them before at Agrias.
You looked for today's schedule.
Class starts at 9:10 and ends on 5:00 in the afternoon. Your first two hours will be filled with Potions, then off after it are an hour of Transfiguration, an hour of Divination, two hours of Herbology, and an hour of Care of Magical Creatures. Lunch will take time around 12 ..and well, that's pretty much about your today's stuffs. You don't want to bother with tomorrow's.
A post script is written right beneath the timetable in a neat, cursive handwriting. It reads, "O's are to be expected from you, Ms. Cranindor."
And as soon as you're finished reading, the PS sparse and disappears from the paper. At least finally someone spelled your name correctly.
"Must be Snape's work." Draco looked at you.
"And it seems like you've got yourself the same optional subjects as me."
"Not that I chose to. It must've been automatically assigned." You murmured as you hide the papers in your robe.
You ventured your eyes to the elegant clock on the wall. It's still 8:49. You still have some time before the first class starts.
"For a moment back there, I thought you're a lesbian."
"What, that 'too bad, ladies' thing?" You laughed contagiously, which seems to distract him off his syllabus.
"Nah, I go with guys. I just want to make fun of those girls once in a while."
"Good thing to know, then." He replied; his facial expression softened immensely without you actually noticing.
"..you know, I-"
"But anyway, did you know where Sam go?" You asked. "I mean, Samantha."
He stuttered a bit in his movement.
"..oh, sorry, did you want to say something?"
"..uh, no. Nothing." He brushed his hair up and shrugged. "I've said it before, didn't I? She went to do some chores Snape ordered her."
"I know, but do you know where she went?"
"No idea. First class is Potions. Perhaps they're there."
Now you're aimless. You don't have any clue where that was. You don't have any appetite to taste anymore of those foods they serve in the Great Hall, and you just can't simply go back there knowing that you have no one else you can go to, as Ginny is straight on the Gryffs table with her other friends, and you don't really want to mess with your new Slytherin gang, let alone the giggly girls who kept squealing like tapirs. You stopped for a while and looked at Draco. He seems to not have any urge to get back in there too.
"Care to show me the way there?" You asked him.
I told you D:
Now I'm at loss for words. I'll just go and make the 8th part :p
This is gonna be a long, boring one :o
Edit : I've decided to change the story a little bit, and removed the mini part I've wrote. You might want to read it again because there's a plot change.
Hope you enjoy it ♥
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"Vallerieeeee."
A familiar voice called up to you as you stroke your eyes with your finger. A shot of light flashes directly onto your face as you open your eyes, and you're just about to close the curtain when someone grabbed your hand before you could barely touch it.
"It'll only escort you back to sleep if you close the curtain." Says Samantha elderly. You heard your other roommates groan desperately on their beds; apparently the only one who had woke up in time in your room is Sam.
"Mmmbrrffhhh." You dug the pillow with your head lazily.
"Wake up, wake up now, bring yourselves up the satin sheets. It's already 7:30 and the breakfast will start half an hour from now. Get yourself neat tout de suite otherwise the prefects will come to wake you themselves."
You exasperatedly brought yourself up after she's off to force the others to wake and walked down the stairs to take a bath. You didn't really take a bath though; the water is far too cold for your own good and you forgot the spell to heat the water up. You tried to regain your consciousness back after what had happened last night. ..or precisely, earlier that dawn. When you slammed your finger, stuck your pajama on the bathroom's doorknob and laughed with that Mallard all in the same hour. You wonder if it's all just a dream. Your finger is all jacked up though.
You went out of the bathroom after faking a wet state in front of your new Slytherin fellas, rummaged through your baggage in the dorm room to get your wand and a notebook and went out again with Samantha to the Great Hall. You yawned for like thousands of times on your way there.
"What's up? Your face is all curled up." Sam worried.
"Oh you know very well what's up; my body's here yet it feels like my soul remained on bed." You replied with your eyes all teary. You shoved your new school robe with a Slytherin emblem on it. "Looking good?" You asked her after re-positioning your collar. "Looking good."
Then off to the Great Hall.
You looked around the room; it's filled with gleamy things. The floating candles up the ceiling are far more brighter today, and it's rather blinding for your soaked eyes. You peeked to the Gryffindor's table, looking for Ginny. She's already there, sitting beside that curly-haired girl just like last night, and you caught her glimpsing at you too. She smiled, and you smiled back warmly before you got tugged into the Slytherin's table. You're relieved she still remembers you as a friend.
"You remember what I said yesterday, didn't you?" Samantha scooted closer to you and whispered in a menacing yet still friendly tone.
"What, about the Weasleys?" You inquired assuring.
"Them, Longbottom, Hermione Granger, and Harry Potter. Yes, especially him. Well basically just anyone that's sitting on that table.
Don't even bother to look at them. Believe me, you don't want the other Slyths to look at you in a suspicious way."
You're surprised she warned you with a reason that's at least more convincing for you now. You gave her a hesitant nod, though you still keep your positive thoughts about them firm.
Some of the still drowsy Slytherins gave you a hi and friendly greet as you suddenly saw Draco walked into the Great Hall together with his two friend-pets and a girl; one you assume to be Crabbe while the others you don't know of.
He picked up a seat right across you, which happened to be empty at the moment. That somehow made you feel uncomfortable, as you're aware of the giggly girls from yesterday began to hush to each other not far from your seat, slipping their signature squeals in between whispers.
You sighed and yawned, indicating that you're still desiring for more sleep to even care much about it. Draco stared at you with a somewhat satisfied smirk, and quickly looked away when he realizes you realize that he's been staring at you.
"Good morning, students! Fine morning it is," An elderly voice clashed up from the high table, silencing the entire room after all the students had gathered on the tables. The head of the school, Dumbuldoor -or whatever, you're not that good at remembering such names- seems about to start giving a long, tedious speech.
"You must have been aware of the decorations this morning.
As you all know, we're-"
You don't really listen to all of his blobs after then, but the point you know is that the Triwizard Tournament is near, which means the Yule Ball is soon to approach as well.
"Ah, the Yule Ball," Says one of the giggly girls after the great old man concluded his dragging speech and snapped his finger to bring out all the feast on the plates. You sled a jug of pumpkin juice and a plate of mouth-watering turkey chops from the center of the table.
"I need to start those daily facials soon."
"My gown will be sooo glimmering on that night! My mom promises me some magical manicures too. Coming off the post this morning."
"How I've longed for that dreamy ball. I wonder who should I go out with?"
Then another high-pitched squeal came up as they stare to their enormous Prince Charming in front of you. Draco gave them a faint sicknasty smirk, and how you prayed it knocked the girls down so they won't shriek another squeal again. You sap down some pumpkin juice and listened to a question from a 1st year boy then, asking what Yule Ball is.
"Allow me then," Beyond your expectation, Samantha took the favor in a dramatic joking manner and stands high from her seat.
"It is the ball where three wizardry schools, prior to the Triwizard Championship, come to a dance with their chosen one under the mistletoes.
Rumors say that, couple who united in that night, shall be blessed with an endless love, and will never- NEVER be separated from each other for the rest of their life.
What awaits on that night? Will it be gloomy or raining with glory?
It all lies on none other than your own bare hand- and how you handle those booty shakes on the dancefloor."
The entire Slytherin table hooted, and you coughed in uncertainty, not sure whether to laugh along or stood confusedly; as well, yes you've heard about the Yule Ball before - it's about dancing and all that party jazz, much like prom, as Kim says it. But none of this 'endless love' thing you acknowledge of. For a first impression, it sounds sort of stupid to you.
"You better fetch some of the decent guys quick, Val. They run out fast, and not having any date on that ball is just a crime in Slytherin." Kim turned to you.
"Why worry, she's got those sexy vibes on her, so it should be easy to lure all the boys in line." Someone came up, which unexpectedly made Draco burst out a cheesy laugh.
"Aw look at that, look at that! Don't you get the sign?"
"Ooou, that was scandalous. I bet he wants to go with you like damn. I guess there goes my bet though."
You said with a damp humph, "Too bad then, ladies." as you gave a meaningful, slutty glance to the giggly girls. Of course you don't really mean it, but they seemed to be somewhat heated up by that reply of yours.
You ate some things you find edible off the table even though you're not really hungry, and got up from your seat after moments contemplating with Sam's warning. You waggled your hand to Ginny who's still eating and made a motion pointing to the exit of the Great Hall. As witted as she is, she quickly finished her eating and head to the door. You looked to Sam, Draco, and the other Slyths who are still busy with their foods. After assuring that everything's safe and no one is watching you, you rushed to the door quietly.
"I'm growing eye bags." You said sullenly, trying your best not to howl another yawn.
"I'm sorry. I don't know what made that hat sort you into that house, but bummer."
"I know, that's why I'm calling you outside. Want to talk to you,"
"About what?"
"The Slytherins." You exclaimed, lowering your voice as you look around cautiously. "Samantha Filia told me several times about you; she even mentioned Harry Potter, Lungbutton and Ginger today and said to me that I shouldn't be goofing off with you guys."
She snorted. "Figures, isn't it? Gryffindors and Slutherins don't get along cool. You're exceptional though; you're too nice to be in there and you're not slutty."
"That's the thing; we do get along cool. You're the one who helped me get here. You're a good friend, and you remind me alot of my best bud. I don't want things to deteriorate, I don't want them to keep harassing you like that, and I don't want them to look at me with hatred when I'm with you too. It's just not fair."
"I know. You're a good friend too. I just have to curse that sorting hat the moment after he sorted you into Slytherin."
"I'd burn that sack down to ashes if no one's watching."
She gave you a smile, and you smiled too. A friend like her is just too kind to be lost, you admit.
"But we should really keep this between us, you know. Actually Ron told me to keep an eye out of you too because he saw me walked with you once, and now with you getting sorted into Slytherin and all, he certainly won't be happy to see us wander around together again."
"I know." You bit your lips bitterly.
"Keep your owl awake tonight." She finished as she pampers back to the Great Hall, perhaps noticing that someone is heading outside. You're unsure what's her point of saying that though. Owls are nocturnal from the start, after all.
"There you are, Cranked." Someone popped up in front of you with a dry, taunting voice.
It's Prince Charming, obviously. He scared your Ginny away.
"What's up, Malfoul?"
"Only in two days and you already gave me a hundred options of ridiculous new names." He gave you a weirded look. "None of which I'll be using though, as you're aware."
"I know. I don't really expect you to anyway."
He plastered that arrogant grin all over his face again. "Anyway, I got a better deal for you here."
Ginny chanced to peek a little from the Great Hall's door before she really disappear from there, waving you a bye, but she suddenly flap herself gone again as Draco turns his head to see what you're staring at.
He then handed you a pack of parchment from his pocket.
"A timetable?"
"From Filia. Handed out by Snape." He added. "She said she didn't have time to give this to you last night because you're asleep already, but Snape ordered some chores for her this morning, so she asked me to give it to you now."
You skimmed through the syllabus with Draco following your act with his'. It's filled with classes, some of which you're familiar with as you've been taught about them before at Agrias.
You looked for today's schedule.
Class starts at 9:10 and ends on 5:00 in the afternoon. Your first two hours will be filled with Potions, then off after it are an hour of Transfiguration, an hour of Divination, two hours of Herbology, and an hour of Care of Magical Creatures. Lunch will take time around 12 ..and well, that's pretty much about your today's stuffs. You don't want to bother with tomorrow's.
A post script is written right beneath the timetable in a neat, cursive handwriting. It reads, "O's are to be expected from you, Ms. Cranindor."
And as soon as you're finished reading, the PS sparse and disappears from the paper. At least finally someone spelled your name correctly.
"Must be Snape's work." Draco looked at you.
"And it seems like you've got yourself the same optional subjects as me."
"Not that I chose to. It must've been automatically assigned." You murmured as you hide the papers in your robe.
You ventured your eyes to the elegant clock on the wall. It's still 8:49. You still have some time before the first class starts.
"For a moment back there, I thought you're a lesbian."
"What, that 'too bad, ladies' thing?" You laughed contagiously, which seems to distract him off his syllabus.
"Nah, I go with guys. I just want to make fun of those girls once in a while."
"Good thing to know, then." He replied; his facial expression softened immensely without you actually noticing.
"..you know, I-"
"But anyway, did you know where Sam go?" You asked. "I mean, Samantha."
He stuttered a bit in his movement.
"..oh, sorry, did you want to say something?"
"..uh, no. Nothing." He brushed his hair up and shrugged. "I've said it before, didn't I? She went to do some chores Snape ordered her."
"I know, but do you know where she went?"
"No idea. First class is Potions. Perhaps they're there."
Now you're aimless. You don't have any clue where that was. You don't have any appetite to taste anymore of those foods they serve in the Great Hall, and you just can't simply go back there knowing that you have no one else you can go to, as Ginny is straight on the Gryffs table with her other friends, and you don't really want to mess with your new Slytherin gang, let alone the giggly girls who kept squealing like tapirs. You stopped for a while and looked at Draco. He seems to not have any urge to get back in there too.
"Care to show me the way there?" You asked him.
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I told you D:
Now I'm at loss for words. I'll just go and make the 8th part :p
Story: Resistance is Futile
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