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The clicking of heels was all that could be heard about the halls of Hogwarts at the dawning hours. Nervously, you pulled at the hem of your skirt to try to shift it lower, anything to keep your hands occupied. You had taken special care that early morning to put together your outfit, determined to impress your future professors and administrative staff alike. A black, long-sleeved shirt neatly tucked into your pale-yellow striped skirt. The yellow in the skirt was a nod to your house, Hufflepuff. Your pride yourself with the thought that you were a Hufflepuff. Although the less flashy house, you knew in your heart it was where you belonged.
As your roamed about the halls looking for Professor Dumbledore’s office your wandering mind began to worry.
What if I can’t find his office and end up getting lost, you fumed in your head.
“I’ll be the laughingstock and I haven’t even started school”, you mumbled under your breath.
Your position was odd to say the least. Most students who became aware of their magical talents would promptly beginning their education at Hogwarts, but not you. Instead, your mother, a muggle, and your father, a pure-blood wizard, decided to keep you at home. You attended muggle school during the day while at night and honestly at any free moment, your father would teach you magic. This practice although uncommon, worked in your favor. You were able to grow up away from the magical realm, away from prying eyes, and enjoy a muggle life but had a big secret. You felt like Hannah Montana, having the best of both worlds.
It felt like you had become like Peter Parker, Percy Jackson, and Alina Strakov all in one day when your family revealed to you their secret. You were a magical being and you could use learn to use it. Who didn’t want to live out a secret life where they could do magic? Every summer, when other kids went off to camp or lazed about the house you surrounded yourself with books and learned from the ground up. You were talented and you knew that but you also knew the best way to really grow was to practice and perfect every spell and potion you read about.
Your father was pleased that you had taken such an interested in wizardry. So, he came to the decision it to enroll you into Hogwarts when your turned 15, the summer before school started. He had called you down one day to discuss how you had progressed in your studies. He had informed you that you had kept up with the learnings at Hogwarts and had even surpassed in Charms and Transfiguration. He brought the subject up lightly about how you would benefit more if your were surrounded by others your age, studying the same subjects. To this you instantly frowned.
Not out of repulsion but uncertainty. You had spent years studying on your own and with your father as your only mentor. If your father was insinuating you attend Hogwarts, would it really benefit you? You study method that has been cultivated over years, could you really change it?
But on the other side, you mused, you would be able to go and say goodbye to math.
You almost laughed out loud when you remembered your hatred of math. Precalcus hadn’t been kind to you and you received your first B in all of high school because of it. In the back of your head although it sounded nice it wasn’t enough to lead you away from everything you known. Your family and friends, could you really say goodbye?
You took a while to think about it since it wasn’t an easy decision, but you began to look at it in a way that seemed like an adventure, it was hard to refuse. You had always wanted to explore the magical realm. The stories your father had told you about Hogwarts and Diagon Alley. You were enraptured about the thought of making your own memories there with new people, who you hoped you could call friends. After enough musing and finally placing your foot down, you decided to fill out the paperwork and applied to transfer to Hogwarts.
Today you would be taking an entrance exam in but first you need to introduce yourself to Professor Dumbledore and then he said he would lead you to the Great Hall to take the tests.
As you were recalling the events that lead you to this very moment you didn’t realize the person turning the corner of the hall. Bumping into what felt like a cold wall you felt yourself being pushed back, almost stumbling on to the floor. Luckily it wasn’t a full-on collision, which would have sent you tumbling back. Once you regain your footing you began to look up to apologize but your breath caught in your throat. Standing in front of you what you could have sworn to be the Adonis of your time. His pale complexion, bright blue eyes, and strong jawline sent your pulse racing. For a brief second you couldn’t find a fault in him as your eyes roamed his face until he spoke.
“Hey! What on earth do you think you’re doing”, he accused loudly. He brought a hand up to his jaw as if trying to erase the mark that was beginning to form. Although your attention really should have been to answer his question, you couldn’t help your eyes from following the graceful movements of his hands.
What the hell? Focus now, you silently screamed in your head.
This wasn’t like you. You normally quickly apologized, explained what happened, and then look for any opening to leave the embarrassing situation so you could properly freak out for being such a clutz. But now you wear opening staring at a stranger.
Swallowing you quickly drew in a breath and opened your mouth to speak. But the stranger had a different idea. He drew his hand from his chin a snapped a finger in your face.
“What? Did hitting your head really knock out your brain,” he whispered with a smirk.
Ayo hold up-
“And what? Did our little bump knock out your manners or you are always this sweet” you whispered back, mockery dripping with every world.
Aw fuck, you screamed silently in your head, eyes closing, I didn’t mean to say that.
How did you lose your cool? But where in the world did this guy find the nerve to say something like that to her. Steeling yourself, you realized this was the first of many classmates you would meet considering he was wearing a Hogwarts uniform, you had to make a decent impression while also giving him a piece of your mind.
“First off it was an ACCIDENT,” you said in his face, “I was distracted while I was on my way to Dumbledore’s office. I am sorry and meant no harm.”
The smirk that previously graced his face, what a face it was, was gone and replaced with a small sneer. The sneer pulled at his face and allowed you a small glimpse of his teeth. Shiny, pearly white. Of course. Perfect.
“Maybe you don’t deserve to be here if you can’t even walk properly!”
“Maybe you need to learn a little respect”, you shouted back, your arms rising to land on your hips.
Seriously, what was with this guy and his pompous attitude? Probably a pure-blood, you mused, Dad did say to watch out for his kind since they aren’t especially nice to anyone who isn’t in their little club.
“And what?,” he grimaced, “are you offering lessons?” As he talked he slowly started to walk towards you. A physically push to show he was adding on pressure to his words. If he thought he was scaring you..well he was clearly wrong, it only served to be able to take a better look at him.
Making your heart pump even louder in your ears. He had dark grey eyes, like thunderclouds that threatened to wash you away the more you stared into them.
Cocking his head to one side, the stranger with too perfect everything hummed and spoke, “Now that you have learned your lesson,” he pointed with his chin towards the opposite of the hall, from where you had came from, “leave and never come back.”
Regaining your sense from his little speech, you realized what had been murmuring through his head. He thought you were scared shitless out of your mind and that the fear he was trying to drive into you would make you run away.
Please, you mused, is that all this guy’s got?
Thinking to yourself, you realized you couldn’t do much in this situation. It would look bad on you, your family, and house if you got expelled for kicking this guy’s ass. Plus you didn’t want to use violence as the first resort. So you settled for a more roundabout way to shut this Adonis-look alike up.
Relaxing your body and letting a small smirk settle upon your face, you began to stalk towards the handsome stranger. In response, his smile dropped but he remained froze in place.
“Oi! You going to say something,” his eyebrows scrunched together to further confirm his confusion.
Although he was taller than you, your heels gave you an extra advantage which you would need to use to their full extent if your plan was to work.
“Well,” you drawled, his face immediately turned to yours, only a few inches away, “you got quite a mouth on you, don’t you?” To add extra fire to your flames, you licked you lips, watching as his eyes flickered down to watch the movement before you continued.
“Someone should show you what do with it,” you whispered with a wink.
Watching his face morph from confusion to shock was certainly the highlight of your day. His mouth had fallen open and his eyes had widened to reveal his astonishment.
Pulling back, you didn’t think twice before little out a roaring laugh that broke the lingering tension in the air. The sound of your amusement woke the stranger infront of you.
“I-how”, he stuttered, clearly at a loss for words.
Recovering from your outburst, you strained yourself again to level with future classmate. “Aw badge caught your tongue?”
Watching his face grow taunt, you could tell he was battling with himself to say next.
But you didn’t give him a chance.
Pulling away from his personal space, you ran a hand quickly through your hair, a motion of exhaustion.
“Well, this was fun,” you winked at the blonde, “but I’m busy.”
Seeing your exit, you quickly booked it down the long hall. The first opening that you found lead you right where you found an open door which you quickly entered. An empty classroom.
Breathing heavily, you played the scene that just occurred in you mind from every angle. His eyes, lips, cheeks, jaw, eyebrows, hair, nose, everything. You realized you had memorized his face.
A quick flash of deep pools of gray reminded you of the spark you had seen. It almost seemed like a swirl of desire and intrigue. But that couldn’t be possible? This guy seemed like he clearly hated you.
Blushing, you raised a hand to your lips. Maybe you would never feel the sensation of his lips against yours but you had managed to secure the victory of one uping him in.
A feeling of pride washed over you, hey if you could stand up to a rude person like that, these test should be easy- TESTS!
“AW FUCK,” you yelled to yourself, “I’M STILL LOST”.
Turning around, Draco watched your figure disappear down the hall. Reaching a hand out, as if that would pull you back to him, he realized that his body felt numb. He realized he was still in shock from your words.
He didn’t expect you to be so bold with your words since you had seemed like a practical person when he spoke to you, clearly since you were trying to keep the peace. Peace, now he was finding, was hard to maintained as his mind reiterated your interaction.
His stupid mouth had worked faster than his brain when he had bumped into you, returning to his default settings he used his callous personality before getting a good look at you.
Next time, he pondered while staring off in the distance, was it true? Would he see you again?
Your (hair length) (hair color) bounced as you ricocheted off of him. The dawning light had accentuated your features, making you look like an angel in disguise.
Allowing his hand to fall back down to his side, he glanced down at the space you had just occupied. Who are you?
Why did his heart somersault when you first spoke with your melodious voice? A voice that could conquer heaven and hell alike. A voice he wants to hear from dawn to dusk. When you had begun your attack he realized that you had stolen the oxygen from his lungs and enraptured him with just a few pointed words and looks. His heart had jumped into his throat, beating as if it wanted to race into your arms and plead to make him yours.
No. No. NO.
He wasn’t turned on by your display. He wasn’t envisioning your heavenly face in front of him, mere inches away with lips so inviting. He wasn’t remembering the magnetic pull that you emitted, that made him want to race around the halls until he found you and make you pay for the fire that began to emit from his heart. The said fire began in his heart as a small blaze but quickly turned into an inferno as he remembered your words. You got quite a mouth on you, don’t you? Someone should show you what do with it.
He would make you feel the same inferno hell he was feeling right now. He would leave you begging for his touch, for his lips, for him.
“I’ll find you and make you eat your words.”
Your rivalry was on.