Disclaimer: I own nothing but my original characters, plot or anything I make up along the way.
Note: Student years may be mixed up, as well as some other things. Oh, in this story, Blaise Zabini is a girl. Why? Because I feel like it.
This has been revised – though much of the plot remains the same. Some things have been tweaked though D.
Rekindled Rivalry:
20 minutes. 15 minutes. 10 minutes. This is what I had been doing for the past hour; waiting until the minute hand hit twelve as the hour hand hit eleven. Just 10 more minutes, I thought to myself, 10 more bloody minutes. I turned my attention away from my watch and to the window.
I watched as parents hugged their little ones, as if they'd never see them again. I saw some children crying, some children laughing, and even some trying to avoid their parents. And then I saw the older children laughing with their friends, happy to be reunited with them after the summer months. I tried to remember my happy memories with my family and friends. However, I could barely conjure up one. It wasn't as if I hated my life. But I wasn't exactly happy with it either. I just hope there was something more. No, I knew there was something more out there, waiting for me.
I turned away from the window before it could hypnotize me. 10:58 am. Two more minutes until I'm far away from London and my family. However, only one more year until I'll never see them again.
The train ride would be long and tedious as it always has been for the past 6 years. I didn't have many friends; our house wasn't known for close friendships. I decided to read my book that I started and never finished, Quidditch through the Ages. Quidditch. I hated the bloody sport. My boyfriend on the other hand, was madly obsessed with it.
I only had about 10 minutes of tranquility when speak of the devil, my loving and caring boyfriend walked through the compartment doors. I wasn't in the mood to see him, so I simply glared at him.
"What do you want?" I asked him, making sure he clearly noticed my annoyance of his presence.
"I was looking for you."
"Well, you found me," I replied cooly
"Come on, don't be like that. Didn't you miss me?" he asked as his arm slowly wrapped around my shoulders. I suddenly then felt his lips tracing my jaw line towards my lips. My body stiffened at his touch, and a shiver went down my spine.
"I was quite enjoying the train ride, up until this very moment," I snapped and squirmed away from him. I wasn't in the frame of mind to deal with him; I just wanted to have some peace and quiet.
"How would I make it up to you? I already said sorry," he pleaded.
"First off, you never associate yourself with that word, even to me. Secondly -" his lips suddenly landed on mine. His tongue slowly slipped into my mouth, which almost threw me over the edge. He was a good kisser, but I couldn't give into him; I wouldn't.
"Marcus Flint. This was your entire fault," I said breathlessly after I quickly pulled away from him.
Before he was about to answer, the train came to a halt, which gave me the perfect opportunity to leave him. Once outside, numerous questions were surrounding the corridor. No one knew what had happened or why the train has stopped. Nonetheless, it was quite humoring to see Percy 'Weasel' trying to calm everybody down – well, more like threatening.
"Get back in your compartments! There's nothi- hey! Give that back! I'm Head Boy!" My laughter was cut short because it suddenly felt like Antarctica. I could see my breath in the air, not to mention the ice that was slowly forming on to the glass and metal objects on the train. I felt nauseous and very depressed, but I couldn't explain why. Then as fast as the unhappy feelings came, it left. The coldness was gone, and those puzzling feelings were replaced with confusion. I walked down the train, looking into the compartments to see if anybody knew what just had happened.
Along the way, I ran into some students from my year, and coincidently my house. Warrington, Montague, and Blaise were sitting in their compartment talking and laughing about who knows what as I went to sit beside Blaise; one of the very few Slytherins I'd call a friend. "Do you what happened just now?"
Warrington laughed and patted my shoulder. "It's really nothing to worry about. Just some dementors looking for Sirius Black."
I widened my eyes in shock. "Did you just say dementors?" I knew about the escape of Sirius Black, but dementors looking for him here? It sounded totally ridiculous.
"You look like hell Edwards."
"Well, you know, dementors tend to make you feel bloody miserable," I said dryly. Again, more laughter erupted in the compartment.
"Honestly, there's nothing to worry about! Just stay out of their way, you'll be fine." I slowly took in what they said. As Slytherins, we were usually associated with the Dark Lord. I wasn't surprised if Montague or Warrington knew something about this that Dumbledore didn't even know. I was one of the few who weren't; but I didn't tell anyone that. I didn't want to cause trouble, or bring any attention to me. I shrugged off any thoughts about him. The last thing I wanted to do was become another Harry Potter.
"If you three are going to beat anyone to a bloody pulp later on, it'd be interesting to note that the boy who lived fainted during the attack. I heard one of the Weasley twins talking about it." Upon hearing this, Warrington's jaw dropped and suddenly roared in laughter. Blaise and Montague did the same thing.
"Are you joking us Edwards? Harry Potter fainted?" asked Warrington "Oh wait til Marcus and even Malfoy hears this. By the way, where is that lover of yours? Last time we saw him, he went looking for you. You two finally kiss and make up yet?"
I scowled. The last thing I wanted to do was to tell Warrington was about my personal life. "Mind your own fucking business."
"Ladies should not swear, Edwards." I simply glared at him and gave him the finger.
Hogwarts hadn't changed – well much. I did notice that there were dementors lingering on the outskirts of the castle. Strange, I thought, why would they look for Black here? Whatever. He wasn't my concern.
I felt a hand on my waist and his breathe tickled my necked as he whispered, "Scared?"
I slapped his hand away and held his hand. Marcus and I weren't a very 'loving' couple. We've been dating since the summer started. To be quite honest, I loathed Marcus throughout my Hogwarts years. It was our parents doing and request that we'd be together in order to retain our purity. In the beginning, it was quite awkward between us. He wanted to do nothing but snog, and I wanted nothing but run away. Over time, I had become immune to his actions, and I could even say I enjoyed his company – most of the time.
I was relatively silent through dinner. I watched as the new first years were becoming acquainted with each other. I watched as seventh years, people from my year were telling those tall tales about professors; especially McGonagall and Hagrid. I watched as Peeves, our school poltergeist threw quills at the first years. I was even amused by the imitations that Malfoy did of Potter. I looked over the Gryffindor table, and if looks could kill, everyone in Slytherin would be dead. I sometimes felt sorry for Potter, yet at times I didn't. I sighed; I looked over to Marcus and found him glaring at someone towards the Gryffindor table. "What are you doing?" I inquired.
"Hush you. Wood doesn't know what he's in for this year. We're going to take that Quidditch cup out of his hands." I rolled my eyes. Of course! It's always about Quidditch. Quidditch. Quidditch. Bloody Quidditch.
"If you're done undressing him with your eyes, I'm going back to the common room," I snapped. I got up from the table and stormed out of the Great Hall. Men, one can never understand them! In all honestly, I didn't know why I cared whether or not Marcus paid any attention to me or not. I decided to put all thoughts of him aside. It was my last year at Hogwarts and I wanted to make it a successful, yet a memorable year. My marks would be my first priority. I silently promised myself to focus my thoughts all on my classes. No more Marcus. No more parents.
The hustling of first year students brought my attention to my surroundings. I hadn't realized I was heading into a wall. Luckily, I managed to save myself from embarrassment making a right turn. Unfortunately, I bumped into Slytherin's rivals; Gryffindors – many of them. I recognized some of them; Bell, who hexed me two years ago, The Weasley Twins, who threw a bunch of dung bombs in our common room a year ago, and Lee Jordan – the Quidditch commentator, who unsuccessfully tried to ask Blaise out in 2nd year, and was rejected quite miserably.
"Watch where you're going, you snake!" shouted one of the girls. I narrowed my eyes at her. This meant war. No one could call me such a name and get away with it.
I picked myself off the ground and held my head up high. "I apologize for bumping into something so…large. Perhaps if you were a little thinner, I could have avoided this whole fiasco," I said quite icily. I saw her jaw tighten and I smiled. I hit a nerve. She stepped forward and looked me right in my blue eyes. Wanting to agitate her more I added, "What are you going to do, mud-blood? Hit me?"
That did it. She jumped on me like a cat, or should I say tried to. The Weasley twins withheld her back. "Let me go George! She deserves to be beaten to a bloody pulp!"
"She's not worth it, Angelina. The other Slytherins find out you touched their own we'll be paying a heavy price," said George, who tried to desperately reason with her. The other Gryffindors were taking her back to the common room before further damage could be done. Before she left my sight she yelled back, "This isn't over!"
I laughed and replied, mostly to myself, "I'm looking forward to it."
I turned around to walk back to my common room, however was cut off by one brown haired Gryffindor. "Move out of the way," I ordered.
He stood his ground, like a knight in shining armour. I glared at him and took a deep breathe. Whoever this bloke was, he certainly was angering me. To his pleasure, he smiled at his small victory. We stared each other down for the next few minutes. Who would dare challenge me? I took the initiative to study him. He was tall, built and looked very confident; definitely someone who knew how to hold their own fight.
"I think some manners wouldn't hurt," he replied in a think Scottish accent.
"Excuse me. You're in my way," I said as politely as I could without jinxing him with my wand.
He smiled to me and replied, "See? That wasn't so hard."
I merely glared at him and didn't want to waste my time with him anymore. I was tired and exhausted from the events that happened earlier. However just before leaving, I made sure he knew two could play at this game. "I'm looking forward to our next encounter. Perhaps we'll be better acquainted," I suggested and giving him the famous Slytherin smirk. Oh hell, I even added a wink.
This was a start to an interesting year.
A/N: So hopefully, the first chapter sounds a little better. I'll be revising the 2nd and 3rd chapters, because I realized how ... stuffy, the writing style was (considering I started this story almost 2 years ago). Alright, toodles!