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I sat in the common room, reading my horribly long Charms textbook. I would have enjoyed curling up next to the fire reading it on any other day, just not this one. I was extremely exhausted and didn't care for schoolwork at the moment. The book fell from my lap as I felt the lids of my eyes droop down.
"Is this yours?" a voice said from behind me. And I awoke from my deadening state to look up at Regulus Black. "I don't mean to intrude, but it is three in the morning. I couldn't bear to leave you in this state."
"But you are intruding," I pointed out, taking my book from the carpeted floor and standing up with a slow gracefulness that I was proud of. "And why are you up this late?"
"Simply because I couldn't sleep and went down to see if I could clear my mind."
"Oh? And what could be on your mind to keep you up so late?"
"Another time, Ms. Hernandez. I beg you to sleep, for your loveliness must be maintained."
I smiled and turned my back on him. Quickly, like a phantom, I stepped into the sixth year dormitories and changed into my silk nightgown and headed for my green silk sheets, and I was slowly embraced by the darkness of slumber.
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The next day, I got up to the sound of my friends' voice. Narcissa Black was shaking me awake.
"You need to get up," she persisted. "Saturday is a time for relaxing, and having time to walk around."
"I am relaxing," I said dully. "Sleeping is a form of relaxing for me."
"Just get up," she smirked. "And could you dress in something mind-blowing? I hate to stand next to you when you're not all glamoured up and you still get the stares from boys. I want something worthy to be compared to."
"I'll give you mind-blowing," I muttered, getting out of bed, seeing that as a personal challenge.
Narcissa shortly left the dorm, leaving me all alone to get myself fixed up. I didn't have a lot to work with, really. The black hair that fell to the middle of y back always looked good whether messy or fixed up. My tanned skin, which was brown all year round, always made me look glowing, and I never have a problem when my blood rushes to my face, since it's too tanned to be noticed. My eyes were black and chinky, meaning I didn't need eyeliner, because it looked Egyptian and Chinese all on its own.
My face was square and I had a strong jaw, making all my angles look perfect. My nose was upturned, and not birdlike like the other students around here. You could say that I was definitely foreign-looking. My lips were full and I was soft, but slender. I had everything going for me, really.
I brushed my hair until it was soft and silky, and then I looked at the reflection in the mirror to put some black eyeliner and mascara. My eyes seemed more striking when I put those on.
Since I didn't like using make-up on my face, I just rubbed on a bit of concealer to hide the blemishes on my face and smeared a good amount of strawberry-flavored lip gloss. It was the boys' favorite flavor when they kissed me.
I lingered near my closet and stared at the clothes on the racks. I requested a wardrobe, because my clothes wouldn't fit in a trunk all year long. My wardrobe simply grew throught the year. All my clothes were custom-made, by wizarding designers. Since I detested itchy and hot wizard robes, I preferd glamorous ones that muggles wore.
My parents sent me new clothes every week, meaning I only brought a handful when I go to school. I am well-known for never wearing any outfit twice.
I chose a black silk halter top and a short black skirt that reached the mid-thighs. The skirt clung to te bottom part of my body perfectly, while the halter was loose but stuck at the right places, to make it still seem modest but sexy. I chose a silver sequined cover up to hide my shoulders. It hung lose on my back but still dangled on my shoulders precariously, threatening to fall, but really, it would stay stuck on my shoulders.
I slipped my feet into four-inch mary jane shoes. It was a fabulous pair that mother sent over a week ago. They were the color white and looked good even in school.
After one last look in the mirror, I headed down the stairs to meet my fellow Slytherins up at breakfast.
Going to the Great Hall unnoticed was difficult. I attracted too many stares and gapes from my male schoolmates. I shook my head in amusement as one actually bumped into a wall.
When I was in the Entrance Hall, I heard a rude comment behind me:
"Look who's decided to dress like a doll today."
I swivelled where I stood and glowered at the speaker. There stood four seventh year Gryffindor boys. James Potter was smirking at me while he looked me up and down. Lupin was looking rather pale, and did not give me any eye contact while their mousy little friend tried not staring appreciatively. I didn't bother giving any recognition to the last one.
"Are you speaking to me?" I sneered haughtily, crossing my arms and leaning on my right foot. This had a wondrous effect to shows my hips and my firm legs. "Picking on a sixth year girl all alone now? I guess that's all you can do."
"It's hard not to, when you normally don't care how you look."
"Attracted Potter? I wouldn't be surprised if all four of you are," I smirked, looking at them up and down.
"Please," it was Black who spoke now. "Who would want to come at you? You look like a slag."
I never get offended and lash out at people so easily, but that cut me deeply. For the first time, I made an effort to look good, and the first thing I hear about it wasn't a compliment.
I nodded and was about to turn around when I felt hands at my waist. I turned to see Regulus at my side, with two of his mates with him. One was Evan Rosier and the other was Miggy Flint. They were both on the Slytherin team with Regulus.
"Is he bothering you?" Regulus asked me, not looking at his brother.
"Did we invite you in this conversation?" Black barked menacingly.
"I didn't invite myself," I murmured quietly, still stung. "You just plunged me into this."
"Let's go Alexandra," Regulus said, directing me into the Great Hall. His two friends had their protective arms over my shoulders. I felt grateful.
Then I saw a red flash from the corner of my eyes. I felt one arm slither off me. I turned around in revulsion as I saw a duel erupt between Potter/ Black and Regulus/ Miggy.
And this had been brought about by me. Did I always have to be trouble wherever I went?
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A/N-This is just something to curdle your blood. Maybe you liked Alex before, maybe not. But I really hope you come to apreciate the Slytherins too, because I love their house as much as Gryffindor. Reviews. xoxo's.