Slytherin Slut, Gryffindor whore
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I knew that as soon as I transitioned to Hogwarts, my life would become 75% better. Sure, my parents don't give two s---s about me and they told me not to come back, but honestly, that's all I want. Freedom. So that's when my Hogwarts life began.
"We have sorted you into Ravenclaw, and we hope you are loyal to your house. Dinner is down the hall on your left." Professor McGonagall smiled at me as I nodded nervously. I walked shakily to the huge doors, where I could hear muffled shouts and laughs echoing inside the hall. With one hand, I shoved open the doors and took a step in. No sooner than I had, all eyes were on me. I knew immediately which table was the Ravenclaw's; It was the one next to the Griffindor table. As I walked slowly and silently toward the table, I heard people murmur about me. "Hey, she's the new fifth year! I heard that she transitioned from somewhere foreign, like a small wizard school nobody knew about." That comment was incorrect. Although me and my parents knew I was a witch, but they still forced me into a muggle school. Of course, I got expelled. My magic got so out of hand that I put two kids in hospital by shouting at them. I rolled my eyes internally and sat at the table I belonged to. The people I sat next too stared at me as if I was a donkey in a horse field. I ignored every eye that bore into my back and began to eat. The food was amazing, as I knew it would be, but I felt nauseous. I was so used to being the girl who nobody spoke to, listened to or looked at. Now, the nervousness made me feel ill. Everyone was staring at me, some in curiosity, some in a strange glare that said "Get the f--- out new girl." Of course that would happen. I also knew that I would be the new 'toy' for the Ravenclaw's. With a sigh, I took a bite of roast potato, forgetting everything.
I stepped into the common room, and was immediately swarmed. Girls were squealing, boys were hanging back a little, staring me down. "Hi! I'm Quinn!" One girl, who was less excited to see me, was smiling brightly at me. I smiled back. I liked her. "Y/N." I shouted over the raucous. She grinned wider, her teeth shining. She had big blue eyes, short dirty-blonde hair and small lips. She was very pretty and tanned, unlike me, with my windswept, waist long black hair, pale as hell skin, green eyes and fuller lips. I was the definition of basic white b----. But of course, she didn't seem to care. She held her hand out to me. I took it with gratitude as she yanked me from the crowd. "Thanks, I get claustrophobic sometimes." I breathed. Quinn smiled again, took my hand and led me to our dorm. It was perfect, the blue bedclothes suited the dim room and our trunks were all set neatly on chairs beside the beds. Mine was the only one not open. I walked over, Quinn not far behind, and opened my trunk. I stuffed it with so much of my crap that the lid flew open. I took six items from inside: A notebook, a pen and my favourite books from the muggle world: The Twilight Saga (Don't f---ing kill me) I set them on my bed, opening the notebook. I penned down the first thing that came to mind. "I couldn't love Hogwarts any more than I already did. Again, I'm the freaky fifth year, but who gives a f---? I am at the best school in the wizarding world!" I closed the notebook and turned. Quinn was suddenly beside her bed, in her pyjamas, grinning down at a cage beside her bed. I leaned in and saw what was inside. An adorable white cat, bouncing about. I grinned and looked beside my bed again. Sure enough, my own black cat, was asleep in the corner. "Mine's called Meshka. What about yours?" Quinn was still looking down at her kitten. I gazed down at the black fur-ball beside me and smirked. "Raven." I said. The name came to my head just then. It was perfect. Quinn squealed. "So cute!" She bounced over to me and grabbed my arm. "I just know you'll fit in!" She leapt onto her bed and yawned. I looked at the clock on the wall. Ten PM already! I changed quickly just as everyone else filed in. Finally, I was happy with myself. I was attending the greatest school on earth, and I already had a friend. Everything was going great.
Yay! I am so HAPPY!! I love the story idea! I hope you enjoyed! -
Cool. what happened next?
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I woke the next morning with a smile on my face. Quinn was already up, in the common room I presumed, but there was still a good few students still asleep. I quietly changed to my uniform, this time arranging the Ravenclaw tie around my neck. I noticed how much I liked the colours of my house. They went well with my pale skin and black hair, and were a nice contrast to my bright green eyes.
I tiptoed into the common room after greeting Raven, and as I thought, Quinn was staring intently at the newly lit fire. "Hi Quinn!" I said, with a little more enthusiasm than I predicted. Quinn was expressionless, but her voice was the opposite. "Morning Y/N!!" It was as if her words smiled for her as the fire reflected in her eyes. I pulled my timetable out. "Great. Up three flights of stairs!!" I groaned. First day of lessons and I already had to walk further than I would have liked. Quinn finally grinned. "DADA already? Wow, they have high hopes for you." I was slightly surprised. "Is DADA hard?" I frowned at my timetable. Quinn snickered. "Well, not yet, but they don't usually give you defence against the dark arts on your first week." Now I was really confused. "Your timetable changes?" Quinn was now by my side, looking over my shoulder. "Well, after your first full week, the lessons will change but after that, they're set for the rest of the year." I nodded, finally understanding. "We should get going, breakfast starts in five minutes." I nodded again and stepped out.
Breakfast was yet again amazing, as predicted. I actually ate something, and from what I could gather, judging by the small portion of bacon and eggs on my plate, I made no noticeable difference in the piled food, unlike a boy Quinn said was Ronald Weasley, a Gryffindor who had so much food on his plate that you couldn't see the white porcelain. As soon as I finished, I rushed from the hall, wanting to get to DADA as soon as possible.
I rushed up the first and second flight without problem, and as I started the third, I heard footsteps behind me. I ignored them, as I rushed up to the top. No sooner had I stood on the penultimate stair, a rumbling shook the case. Panic caught up with me, and my breathing picked up pace. Another rumble, and the edge of the staircase came away from the hall it led to. The sudden jolt threw me backwards. I yelped, bracing for impact. All of a sudden, pair of warm, strong arms wrapped around my waist, stopping what could have been a terrible fall. We both got over the shock, and when I did, I turned to thank my saviour. I opened my mouth to speak, but the words held back as I took in the beauty before me. The boy had warm eyes, that matched his honeyed-brown hair. He was wearing full Quidditch attire, which showed me he was a Gryffindor. A smirk was along his lips as he looked down at my gawping mouth. "You okay there?" His voice. To top it all off. He had a Scottish accent. Not the kind that is harsh and rough, but the kind that is warm and soft. My heart skipped a beat. "Y-yeah." Was the only word I could muster. I realised that the Scottish boy still had an arm on my waist. Then everything hit me, and it all came up in a word vomit. "Ohmygosh I am so sorry, I'm new here and I forgot that the stairs move and you must think I'm such a klutz!" I turned my words onto myself. "Way to go Y/N, great first impression." I muttered. The Scottish boy chuckled, which made my heart accelerate a great deal. "Let me introduce myself, my lady. Oliver Wood." He took my hand and kissed it, then looked back up at me and winked. I forgot how to breathe. "Y/N..." I gasped. He chuckled again, then flashed me a crooked smile. My heart stopped altogether, and I had to stop myself from falling again. "I... have to go to lessons." And without a second glance, I dashed up those cursed stairs and out of sight.
A/N Hehehe... So, you've met your Gryffindor Gentleman... Where's the Slytherin Prince? -
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Quinn was right, defence against the dark arts wasn't hard. Instead it was f---ing awful. The teacher, Professor Dolores Umbridge, would NOT let us use our wands, which I was incredibly disappointed about. My first lesson at Hogwarts and no magic allowed. Instead, we had to work like muggles, reading pages and pages of DADA history, and making notes. Professor also gave me detention because I answered a question incorrectly! She's insane I swear. So I have a detention on my first full day, first lesson. I have to go to Professor's office at 8pm, until 10:30 because I argued.
Every other lesson, just to be more irritating, flew by, and the next time I checked the time, it was 7pm. So I walked sluggishly into the Common Room, tired and frustrated, and fell gratefully into one of the comfortable armchair. I closed my eyes and rolled my head back in relief, my mind clearing of the worries of the day. I remembered the boy from earlier, the one who caught me on the stairs. I smiled at the recall of his accent. Oliver Wood, he said his name was; it suited him more than any other name in the world, which made me like him even more. "Y/N? What are you doing?" I looked up and was met by Quinn. I coughed. "Waiting until it's eight, Umbridge gave me detention." Quinn stared at me. "Y/N, it's half past." I yelped, jumping up from my position, and threw myself out of the room. "s---, s---, s---!" I mumbled to myself. I ran and ran, down corridors and upstairs, until I found her office. I burst in, flustered and panting.
"Another half-hour for being late!" Professor Umbridge said in her sickly-sweet voice, smiling as if she just gave me a house-point. I grumbled to myself and took a seat, gazing around the room. Every wall space was filled with a plate, and in the middle of each plate, was a cat of some kind. Persians, tabbies and Siamese cats all stared at me intently, mewing loudly. "A-hem!" Umbridge was also staring at me. I made eye contact with her, and she gestured to the parchment in front of me. "Hundred lines of 'I must not say the name of you-know-who', then a hundred more of 'I must not argue', then 'I must be punctual'." Oh. That's why I was here. The question asked was 'Which dark lord invented the Imperius curse?' Of course, I had no idea, so I answer with "Lord Voldemort" Which resulted in horrified gasps and this detention.
I had written my final 'I must not say the name of you-know-who" When the door opened, and a boy with platinum hair and a hard expression on his face. He was a Slytherin, judging by the green tie around his neck. Umbridge shouted at him, and he took a seat... next to me. I blushed gently and continued to write my lines. At around ten, Umbridge left her office to get extra parchment, and we were alone. "Draco Malfoy." His voice startled me as it broke the silence. "Y/F/N." I replied. He smirked up at me. "Why you here then?" His voice was smooth and rich. "I said 'Voldemort' in my first lesson." He chuckled, but I could see the shock in his grey eyes. "You?" I said, to fill the awkward silence. He grunted a bit, but still answered. "She caught me trying to turn a first-year into a rat." I giggled, the image of some poor kid sprouting fur and a tail in my head. He grinned along with me, showing brilliant white teeth. Professor came back in, which shut me up. I finished my lines, smiled at Draco, and left, sighing in relief. Finally, it was over. I headed back to the Ravenclaw common room, where I headed straight to bed, exhausted. Raven greeted me with a cute mew, but I ignored her, as the noise bought back the sight of the ugly cat plates. I fell asleep before my head hit the pillow, glad to be able to relax.
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I most certainly do.
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The next morning I had double potions, which I must admit I was excited for. Quinn, however, was not excited. She was groaning about how Professor Snape took 10 points from her because she sneezed, whilst I was daydreaming about all the things I would learn. Breakfast began in almost an hour, so Quinn and I occupied ourselves, sitting on the dormitory floor, playing with Mishka and Raven. "I wish you weren't so... happy, Y/N. It's very off-putting, you know." Quinn stressed. I giggled, wondering how my positive mood could possibly be off-putting. Quinn didn't like my reaction. "What am I going to do with you?" She sighed. "I guess I could live with a crazy bestie, it's not like I'm completely normal." She smiled at me, and I smiled back like an idiot.
"Welcome back to potions! As you know, the classes have been switched, so we have Ravenclaw and Slytherin today." Professor Snape had a droning voice, but he seemed a little enthusiastic about having Slytherins. Suddenly, the doors burst open, and Draco Malfoy swaggered in with two other boys close behind. He swooped over to me and sat in the empty seat next to me. He glared sideways at me and snarled "Great, Ravenclaws. Don't get any ideas Y/L/N." I blinked, confused. I opened my mouth to speak, but Snape cut in. "Made a big enough entrance, Mister Malfoy?" Draco looked back to Professor and smirked. "Yes sir, and I think Miss Y/L/N enjoyed quite a bit." Everybody turned to stare at me, a few of them sn-----ing. I faded back to reality and found myself staring at Malfoy, gaping. I went a deep shade of red and shut my mouth. Malfoy chuckled quietly.
Professor Snape continued with the lesson, but I wasn't really paying attention, instead I was trying to keep myself composed to not make a fool of myself. Draco, as predicted, was being a dick the whole time. I was chopping a root of some plant, when he jutted his hand out to grab some lacewing, scaring me, so I ended up cutting my hand. Thankfully, I finished before him, and got top marks. I strutted proudly back to my seat and smiled smugly at Draco, who was staring at me like I just beat him in a one-on-one Quidditch game. He scowled at me, and as I sat down, my ass began to heat up. I ignored it at first, but it gradually got hotter and hotter, until a sudden burst of hidden flames caused me to jump up, yelping in pain. I looked in my seat to see nothing. I looked to Malfoy, who was smirking. He had his wand out under the table. I grunted in frustration, my behind still burning. "Malfoy you a--hole!" I growled. "10 points from Ravenclaw, and a detention! Miss Y/L/N, such a foul mouth!" Snape droned loud enough for everyone to hear. Snickers rippled through the students. I looked desperately to Quinn, but she just kept shaking her head at me, clearly shocked. She then looked from me to Malfoy, worry now taking over from the shock. Pain shot through my back, and I whipped around and saw Draco with his wand now in front of him, chanting some stupid hex. Angry and upset, I stormed from the classroom just as the bell went, tears streaming down my stupid face. I ran straight for the bathroom, sobbing now. I looked down as I ran, knowing exactly where I was going. Out of nowhere, I ran into someone. The collision was so strong that I fell backwards on my ass, tears still running down my cheeks.
"Y/N! Are you okay?" Scottish voice broke through the shouting threats in my head. Oliver was who I ran into. Of course it was. "N-no" I sobbed harder. I opened my eyes and looked up at his perfect face. He held a hand out, which I took without hesitance this time. He pulled me up and put an arm around me. "Wanna skip next lesson? I know a place we can talk things out." I nodded at his suggestion, and he led me the way.
"It's just, Malfoy was being an a--hole in potions. He hexed my chair, he hexed my back! And then he gets me into trouble, humiliating me in front of everyone!" I sobbed hard on Oliver's shoulder while he listened to everything I had to say. "Oh Oliver, you must think I'm so pathetic." This caught his attention. "No, Y/N. You can cry over whatever the hell you want. And, just remember, if you ever want someone to talk to, a shoulder to cry on, or just a friend, I'm always here." His comfort was everything I needed. "Thank you so much. I'm sorry for soaking your uniform!" I giggled at the huge wet patch where I cried. He chuckled his amazing laugh and took the Quidditch jumper off. I was a bit shocked, as we were sat outside in mid-autumn. I shivered, feeling stupid. Oliver rolled his eyes and shoved his jumper over my head. I laughed and shoved my arms through. We chatted for a while, and we became closer by the second. Oliver was an amazing Quidditch player, and I agreed to come watch the next game. The bell sounded, and Oliver jumped up. "See ya round, Y/N. Keep the jumper." He jogged off into the building, leaving me sat there dazed for a while.
It was lunch, as Oliver and I decided to take the next three lessons off. He said he would go to my head of year, Professor Flitwick, and make up an excuse for me not being in lessons. Before, I had my hair in two braids either side of my head, but as I walked down the corridors toward the lunch hall, I pulled the bands from them, shaking my black curtain so that it fell over one eye. I shoved the doors open and walked in, confident in myself. I sauntered over to the Ravenclaw table where Quinn... wasn't waiting for me eagerly. She glanced at me with angry fire in her pretty eyes. She stuck her middle finger up at me and turned away, leaving me confused and hurt. Out of nowhere, warm hands landed on my shoulders and pulled me back toward the Gryffindor table. "Oliver?" He chuckled at my further more confused tone. He sat down and patted the bench beside him. I stole a look around the hall and felt Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Gryffindor all stare at me. Draco's face was puzzling. He looked ill, and worried. I ignored him, and took the seat next to Oliver. Gasps echoed throughout the massive room when I sat, but Oliver ignored them. He started a conversation up with me, asking if I would watch him practice after food. When I agreed excitedly, the girl across from me made a disgusted sound. When I looked up I saw that her face matched the noise, glaring at me like some slimy slug that just slid from her hair. I pulled my own hair into a black curtain over my head, embarrassed.
Lunch continued, Oliver was too busy eating to talk, which I was glad of. It gave me a chance to look around again. Draco was still staring at me, but this time he seemed to be observing every move I made. I looked away to Quinn, who was also looking at me. She looked upset and when we made eye contact, her expression turned from hurt to very mad. She stuck her middle finger up at me again and made vomiting noises. That hurt. I hid behind my hair to disguise the tears that were burning the back of my eyes. Of course, Oliver picked up on it. "Y/N? What's wrong?" I couldn't ignore his perfect voice. "I think I just lost my best friend." I sniffled a little. Oliver put an arm around me. "It's okay, you get to watch me practise remember." I smiled and nodded. He smiled back and continued to eat. I studied him, picking up on his handsome face, his strong build and his amused smile when he noticed I was staring at him. Everything went numb, giving me the false sense of security I was looking for.
Maybe this was what I needed. A caring person to look out for me. Quinn certainly wasn't there anymore. But Oliver was, and he was more than enough.
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(Sorry for the long chapter, I couldn't stop myself! Word count: 1414. I love writing this story! Get ready for the next chapter! It'll be interesting!) -
Oliver walked me out to the Quidditch pitch, starting some short lived conversation. When the actual pitch came into view, I fell silent in awe. The house stands were at least a hundred feet. The seats, to my relief, were closer to the ground. Oliver chuckled at the sharp gasp I made. "I've gotta get changed, don't die whilst I'm gone." He smiled then walked away. I wasted no time, dashing to find an amazing seat. When Oliver walked on pitch, my mouth fell open. His Quidditch uniform looked amazing on him. I stood and leant over the seat in front of me. His eyes were scanning the seats, and when they fell on me, he grinned. I sat back down as the first ball, the quaffle, flew in the air. Oliver kicked off the ground and flew in a full circle around the stands. When he came to where I was sat, he paused. My mouth was still open, and I was pretty sure I was drooling. He smirked, my heart accelerated. He winked, my heart stopped. I blushed, hiding behind my hair. His smirk reached his eyes, morphing into an amused smile. He flew back down to where his mates were, leaving me, again, dazed.
I was right. Oliver was amazing at Quidditch. He darted around, doing just what he was supposed to. I watched eagerly, as currently his seeker, who I knew as Harry Potter, had almost caught the snitch. I knew it was only practice, but I still wanted to see him catch it.
Out of nowhere, a rogue bludger flew past my face. Pain shot through my nose and I felt the blood pour out. But I was to busy watching the route of the bludger. I was too stunned to say anything until it hit him. "OLIVER!" I shrieked, jumping down from the seats and sprinting toward where I saw Oliver fall. I got to his side before anyone else, blood dripping from my nose. "Oliver! Oh, Oliver!" I began to cry, but I ignored the tears. I was holding my left hand to his cold cheek. He leant his head into my hand and looked up to me, tears of pain in his beautiful eyes. When they spilt, I lost it. I kissed them from his face and grabbed his hand, sobbing out of pain and fear. I tore my eyes from his helpless body and around the ground. My eyes fell to the one I hated most in this moment. Draco f---ing Malfoy was standing across from us, smirking, his wand out.
"DRACO!" I screamed. I scrambled up and stormed over to where he stood. His face was smug, but his eyes showed a hint of fear. "HOW f---ING DARE YOU!?" His smirk fell. "I wanted to see how you would react." My head almost blew up. I slapped his face so f---ing hard that there was a clear imprint of my hand, and he fell over from the force. "Wanted to see how I would react, eh? This is how I'll f---ing react!" I took a single, hard kick to his lower area, and ran off pitch after the stretcher that held Oliver. As I ran off, I heard Draco groan loudly in pain.
"Oliver? Oliver!" I ran to his bedside. He moved his head to look at me, and a half-smiled pulled at the corners of his mouth. "Y/N.." He croaked. I knelt beside him and grabbed his hand, holding it to my heart. Blood that was still dripping from my nose ran onto his palm. His eyes widened in panic. "Don't worry about me. What happened?" Before Oliver could answer my question, Madame Humphrey walked in with a bottle of something. "Two broken ribs and a broken leg. No Quidditch for a while, Mister Wood." Oliver seemed upset by that. I stroked his cheek with my thumb, laying my chin on the edge of his bed. My blood began to soak the white sheets, but I didn't care. Suddenly, the door opened and Malfoy walked in. I whipped up, almost more angry than before. Draco put his hands up to try and calm me, but I wasn't having it. I punched him in the jaw. "Do you have... any.. idea..." I began to sway a little. "What...." I passed out. The last thing I saw was Draco's arms shoot out to catch me. -
"Miss Y/L/N?" I eased my eyes open and noticed Madame Humphrey standing over me. "What happened?" My voice was a broken whisper, to my disappointment. Madame Humphrey hushed me. "You can leave as soon as you feel better. Just don't speak until then." She left. I lay there on my rickety bed, attempting to recall the events of whenever I was conscious last. I felt fine, but my nose was in a lot of pain, and I had all sorts of tubes in my wrists. I looked around me and saw a plastic bag filled with blood pumping into my arm. It all came back to me, and I remembered the bludger, and Oliver and.... Draco. Anger replaced my confusion. "MADAME HUMPHREY! I FEEL FINE!" I shouted across the room, yanking needles from my skin. I jumped out of the bed and ran from behind my curtain. I froze, my eyes wide. Draco Malfoy was standing in front of me with a bouquet of black roses in his hand, a card in the other. "Y/N?" He sounded as shocked as I was. I just stared, confused and angry. My hospital robe looked terrible on me. "Ugh! Meet me outside Draco." I growled. I was only hoping he had enough heart in him to do as I said.
I threw myself from behind the curtain again, now in my robes. I had tidied my hair too, into double plaits again. I sighed in frustration. I was about to leave, when a croaked voice interrupted my angered walk. I looked to a curtained bed and my mind was hurled into acceleration. Oliver. I ripped the curtain back to see him laying in the bed. He looked fine, but all the monitors around him said differently. I crouched at his side. He opened his eyes and smiled weakly at me. I smiled back. "Y/N." He sighed. I giggled, as he sounded very drunk. "I'll be back to visit when I can, okay? Just try and keep smiling." I told him in a soft voice. He nodded, reaching his hand out to grab mine. "Don't let Draco hurt you. See you soon." And he drifted back to sleep.
"Draco? You there?" It was after hours when I finally left the hospital wing. I couldn't see very well, as it was bright in the hospital wing and dull out in the hall. A cold hand suddenly clamped over my mouth. I screamed into the hand, then stopped. The hand dropped, and I whipped round. Draco stood there, the black roses still in his other hand. "Y/N, I-" I cut him off. "No, Draco. Not here. Let's go down to the lake."
It was ice cold outside. I sat on the frosted grass, shivering like an idiot. Draco sat beside me. "Listen, Y/N..." My face stopped him from talking. "No, Y/N." He finally broke the silence. "I wanted to apologise. I never meant to hurt you." I frowned. "Or Oliver." He sighed. "I guess I wanted you to kind of... be separated for a bit." What. "What the f--- Draco? Why would you want to separate us?" Draco looked at his hands. A sudden gust of wind sent icy chills down my spine. I began to shake so hard the my teeth began to chatter. Draco noticed. He took off the coat he was wearing and wrapped it around me. "Because... I was jealous." Oh. My. f---ing. God. Draco Malfoy was jealous of me and Oliver. "What?" I pulled Draco's coat around me tighter. "Because I kinda.. Like you Y/N. I know you hardly know me and everything, and your impression of me is simply a total dick, but I'm not. All the time." I stared. "I just hope you can accept my apology, Y/N." I scooted a little closer. "Draco, are you a dog?" I lifted my head so that I could feel his cool, minty breath on my face. "No, why?" I giggled. "Stop playing fetch with my heart."
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I arrived in the Ravenclaw common room at almost midnight. Draco gave me the roses, and they were beautiful. The closer I looked, the more I realised that he hexed them so that they would preserve. The hex was crystalized over each petal, making them shimmer. I opened the dorm room to find every girl staring at me. I continued walking toward my bed. I put the roses in a vase, but kept one in my hand. I turned with it in my hand. Quinn was scowling, yet smiling. A small mew came from behind me. Raven was safe. I took her from her cage and held her close. "Oh no. No Gryffindor whores in here." The girls pounced. They tore the rose from my hand, and threw Raven to the ground. The pulled the head off each rose, then pushed me to the ground. What they did next was fully evil. The made me watch them murder my beautiful kitten. Her beautiful green eyes were the last I saw of her alive. "NO! RAVEN!" I stood and ran with Raven's corpse in my hand. They'd broken her neck. I ran from the common room sobbing, not caring about the noise I made. My first instinct was to run to Oliver. I burst in through the hospital wing, still crying. Draco was stood over Oliver's bed to my relief. I ran over, tears blurring my vision. A sting on my face made my cry out again. "Y/N! What's wrong? Oliver shouted, Draco shaking me. I didn't respond. I placed Raven on the edge of Oliver's bed and caressed her face. "Oh Raven, Raven no, how could they do this to you!" I sobbed into her fur. I heard Draco gasp and Oliver choke-coughed. "Oh Y/N.." Oliver lifted my face with his finger. My tears ran like a waterfall down his arms. Draco sat beside me. "What happened?" They said simultaneously. I took a few deep breaths before speaking. "I got back to the common room, and the girls in my dorm just stared at me. I put my roses in a vase, grabbed Raven then they just... jumped. The ripped the heads off the roses then they... they.." I began to cry again. Draco placed a hand on my shoulder and Oliver kissed my forehead.
I cried until Madame Humphrey woke up. "Y/N? Why are you here?" I simply whimpered and buried my head in Draco's shoulder. Oliver sighed. "The girls in her dorm killed her cat. And cut her." I reached up to me cheek and traced the cut that ran from the crease in my eye to my jaw. Madame Humphry gasped. "I'll get Professor Dumbledore immediately." And she left. I wrapped my arms around Draco and hugged him tight. "Thank you." I whispered in his ear. I moved over to Raven and Oliver. I stroked Raven's fur, remembering how overjoyed I was when I first got her. Oliver grabbed my other hand. "I'm sorry." He muttered. I was confused. "Why? What are you sorry for?" I asked. Oliver sighed. "I'm the reason they did this." Great. Guilt tripping himself. "No Oliver. Be quiet. You did nothing wrong, you did everything right. Thank you for being here for me. This isn't your fault, okay?" A tear slowly fell down his cheek. I snapped. I lifted his chin slowly, and watched as Draco's face fell. I bought my lips to Oliver's, and he didn't hesitate in kissing back. -
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Bloody hell
No sex scenes YET
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Im confused. What exactly did she do to make everyone at Hogwarts go psychotic?
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I have never felt more overwhelmed in my life. In the corner of my half-closed eye, I watched as Draco's heart broke. It wasn't as subtle as I'd hoped; his face distorted painfully, and he looked at me with sad and angry eyes. I finally broke away from Oliver and looked at him instead. He had a stupid smirk on his face, and his eyes were filled with smugness. I could have slapped him right there. Alternatively, being the literal p---- I am, I began to cry. My tears were hot against my already-burning skin. My sobs echoed in the silent room. I brought my hands up to my face to hide it away; Draco and Oliver didn't need to see this. "Miss Y/L/N?" A high pitched voice interrupted my broken cries. Oh for f---'s sake. "Professor Dumbledore isn't in, so I came to help. What can I do?" Professor Umbridge smiled down at me, as if nothing had happened. As if my beautiful kitten hadn't just been murdered in front of me. As if I hadn't managed to heal and shatter two hearts in one movement. This angered me. "f--- off!" I yelled, stood up and ran from the room, crying again.
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His hand slammed against the sink in the room of requirement. His hair was untidy, and his white shirt was wet. Draco Malfoy groaned loudly to himself in the mirror, anger driving his mind. He pulled his shirt sleeve to his elbow and took the blade in his hand. "Come on Draco, she'll love you when she sees your pain." He grumbled to himself. The other side of his mind chuckled sarcastically. "Sure, she'll have to fall for you when she finds you dead!" A sharp strike down his wrist made him cry out. "She'll feel bad. Forget Oliver!" Another strike. "She'll be disgusted!" And another. Blood was now all over the sink and his arm. He stopped, finally listening to the angel side of his brain.
~*~
"Y/N/N? It's alright, it's Oliver. They healed me, and I came to find you. Please?" Hearing his voice made me want to cry. I hadn't eaten in three days, and I was dry on tears. Where I sat was now labelled 'my seat' to the other students, as I stayed there as long as possible. "Y/N?" He sat beside me, but I gave no response. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer. I still didn't respond. "Y/N please. I miss you, and I'm pretty sure Malfoy does too." This time I reacted, not much, but enough. Without blinking, I let a tear fall. "Oh, Y/N.." He sighed, pulling me into an awkwardly-positioned hug. I didn't move, I just cried into his jumper again. "Shh sh sh..." He kissed the top of my head. I gave up. I loved him, and over the week that I'd been distant, I came to realise it. So I turned to him, and without even thinking, I kissed him. At least I thought I did. It turns out, it wasn't Oliver. It was Draco. And he didn't even talk to me. The whole scene was completely different.
"Y/N.." A sigh came from behind me. I didn't move. The person came to sit beside me, placing a hand on my waist and pulling me closer. "Oliver misses you. I miss you. Please come back to us..." Without thinking, I cried into his shirt. Through my hallucinations, Oliver was the one holding me, comforting me right now. And so, thinking it was my best friend (and crush) I kissed Draco Malfoy, full throttled.
"Y/N?" I snapped out of my hallucinations and looked to see who called my name. It was Oliver. I looked to who I had connected lips with and saw that it was... Draco. "NO!" I shrieked. "No, no no!" I slapped Draco and ran toward Oliver. "I- I'm sorry Oliver I.. thought he was you." I whispered the last part.
I guess I had simply f---ed up my life in the space of a few minutes. -
Oliver and Draco both called out to me, but by the time they caught up to me, I was in the girl's bathroom. I slammed myself against the nearest sink and looked into the mirror. I'm an idiot. But I was sick of crying, fed up with constantly tearing myself apart with tears. I cleared my throat, closed my eyes and decided to clear my mind. If I was to love Draco, I would be the Slytherin slut. I would be hated by everybody else, but loved by the rest of the Slytherins. (Except maybe Pansy, who was convinced that Draco loved her.) But, I would love the boy that almost killed Oliver.
If I was to love Oliver, I would be the Gryffindor whore. Everyone would hated by everyone else, but loved by the rest of the Gryffindors. No exceptions. I would love the boy who cheered me up for no reason, who didn't even know me until I ran into him crying. Who gave me a smile that I didn't deserve.
It was obvious who my choice was to be. But first, I had to apologise.
When I stepped out of the bathroom, I took a deep breath. As predicted, the boys were sat outside. Oliver had his head in his hands and Draco was laying against the wall. "Oliver?" I crept down the stairs, tucking a few loose strands of hair behind my left ear. He looked up slowly, and seemed both relieved and slightly angered to see me. "Y/N..." He sighed, glancing over to Draco, who wasn't even looking at us. I grabbed Oliver's arm and pulled him up. He placed a warm hand over mind and smiled slightly, however his smile didn't reach his eyes. I tugged him away from Draco, so he couldn't hear us.
"I'm sorry Oliver. I thought.." I felt tears burn the back of my eyes, but I forced them back. "Look, I thought Draco was you. I hallucinated, thinking you were there to tell me you were there for, that you and Draco were worried..." My voice cracked. I cleared my throat. "I'm in love with you Oliver. I'm sorry you had to find out this way." I wanted to drop his eye contact. But I continued to stare into his eyes, waiting for a response.
He looked down at his feet (He was wearing his Quidditch boots). "I don't care how I find out. I don't care if you were snogging his face off in the room of requirment, as long as I know you love me, I'll be fine. Because, Miss Y/L/N, I'm in love with you too." His words flowed from his mouth like water from a tap. And I loved it. He lifted my head with a finger beneath my chin and proved his statement with a warm kiss. And for once, I wasn't scared of hurting anyone.
~*~
"Draco I'm sorry. I f---ed up; please don't take it the wrong way. I love Oliver, and only Oliver." I was lying, but only slightly. Draco just stared at me. "f--- off you Gryffindor Whore!" He spat. That was too far, even for Draco. I couldn't help the tears this time, and I let them spill upon my cheeks. Draco suddenly covered his mouth with his hands. "s---.." I heard him say, although it was muffled. I ran, looking for a place I could go to hide my despair. I ran to my bench and sat, sobbing now. Draco. How could he? After everything that has happened, he called me a Gryffindor Whore. The words bore into my sad little mind until they were etched into the inside of my eyelids, so when I closed my eyes they were all I could see. So much for staying strong, Y/N.
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