Chp 7 Familiar (Malfoy or Weasley)

I do not own anything besides my character Miss Alvaro (Al-vah-roh)

Familiar

Last night was amazing. It was something I really needed. I was very thankful that it was a Saturday today because George and Fred offered me their beds but I told them that was ridiculous and occupied their couch instead. We had got chatting on everything and soon enough the dinner date became a casual drink with both of the twins. We talked about pet peeves, guilty pleasures and some crazy drunk nights. I learned a whole lot about the twins that night, past their jokester facade; they were more complex than that.

“Morning Cera.” I heard muffled under the blankets.

“Huh?” I said peeking through the sheets.

“Morning.” I could see a blur of one of the twins holding up a cup. “How was your sleep?”

“Yeah, good.” I said surfacing the mass of material. “How about you?”

“Yeah, great. Want some coffee? Tea?” he offered. “Fred has gone and opened up the shop and I’ll join him soon.”

“Oh…Uh, surprise me?” I said trying to flatten out my hair.

“Sugar and milk?”

I simply nodded. Registering that he was going to be busy today saddened me; I almost forgot that they owned a store and that they needed to manage it.

Almost as though he was reading my mind he looked back from making me a cup and said, “If you want you can come help us out in the store? I’ll see if it’s really busy today, and if not, we can close early.”

My spirits lifted when he said that. He walked over to me with two cups and handed me one. “Thanks.”

“Not a problem.”

“Yeah, I’ll be keen to help out. My only problem is clothes?”

“Ah, yes. We do have quite a predicament.” He said taking a sip.

“Unless…” I said taking a sip as well. “Do you have a simple, button up shirt? Preferably one that suits both of your attire, so that I can look like I’m part of the team?”

“Of course!” He said and got up to retrieve the shirt.

By the time he got back, I was practically finished with my cuppa.

“I’ve got this.” He said with a grin.

“That’s perfect.” I said. George handed me the shirt and I thanked him. “Well…turn around?” I sort of giggled.

“Oh, right.” He said turning his back to me.

I started taking the dress off, tucking in half of the dress, I was left topless in a make-shift pencil skirt. Slipping on the shirt and then tucking it in to the skirt, I asked George to turn around. “So, what do you think?”

“Perfect. Professional, yet Weasley.” He said with a smirk.

“Is it alright if I take a quick shower though? My hair feels like it’s on a mad rampage and my makeup must look ghastly.”

“You look great, but by all means, use our facilities. Accio towel.” He said after pulling out his wand.

“Thanks.”

Thankfully, it wasn’t busy and they were allowed to close early. The day went well, I didn’t break anything and they taught me how to use the till. Apparently, I was exceptionally great with the customers. It was just after midday now and once they got their coats and George found me one that I could borrow, we decided on heading out for a drink at the pub.

“So you’re sure you’ll be fine in that skirt?” George asked again before we started off to the pub.

“Yes, it’s not that cold today.” I said reassuring him once more.

“Look outside, it’s snowing!” Fred exclaimed. “Honestly George, you’ve got yourself a mad woman.”

“Why thank you darling Fred.” I said simply, and I was telling the truth, it wasn’t that cold today, or maybe it was because I was starting to get used to the cold again. I definitely should have by now; it was well into the winter season.

Fred opened the door quickly and jumped outside, the cold breeze wafted into the store and wrapped around my bare legs. In an instant, my legs were covered in goose pimples. I took in the icy pleasure of the weather and let it engulf me as I too stepped outside. The walk to the pub seemed like forever, only because I was relishing the fact that George hugged me the whole way there, probably attempting to keep me warm.

When we reached the pub, Fred was the one who opened the door and practically ran inside. George held the door for the both of us, ‘what a gentleman’ I thought with a wide smile plastered on my face.

“Thanks.” I managed to say.

“So, butterbeers or are we in a firewhiskey mood?” Fred asked taking off his gloves.

I looked at George, “What do think?”

“I don’t mind. Shall we start with butterbeers, and then we can see how we go from there?” George offered.

I only nodded. “Is it okay if I go to the loo first?”

“It’s just over there.” Fred simply pointed.

Thanking him, I walked off in said direction. There weren’t that many people here, maybe ten or so individuals, some sitting alone, some with a group. I passed the bundled up witches and wizards around me and soon reached my destination. Pushing open the door to the women’s bathroom, I felt a little strange, as though I was scared for no apparent reason. This made me do my business as quick as possible. I washed my hands and my feet allowed me to march hastily toward the twins but I didn’t even get passed the first table outside of the restrooms. Someone or something had grabbed on to my jacket and pulled me back, I was now behind the wall that hid the toilets from view. My captor didn’t put their hand over my mouth but they didn’t need to, I wasn’t the type to scream. Their arms were around my waist, holding me back.

“Let me go.” I said sternly.

“With pleasure my dear, but first, you need to listen to me.” He spoke softly, but I could hear him.

“What do you want?” I said angry now.

“Meet me in the astronomy tower tonight. After curfew. Don’t be late.” His voice was a little husky.

He took off his tight grip on me but before I could turn and look at him, he’d apparated. I sighed, at least he was gone.

“What took you so long?” George said holding out his arms.

I let myself fall in to his embrace. Everyone had already taken their big coats off and were only in their jumpers now. Then I soon realized how warm it actually was. We were sat right next to the fire.

“Long line.” I didn’t want to mention anything to him, I didn’t want to worry him.

“How? There aren’t many women in here?” he retorted.

“There was only one toilet working, the other was broken.” I thought up quickly.

“Oh, okay. Well we kind of caught up with one of Fred’s love interests from Hogwarts…” George started but I wasn’t really paying attention, I was snuggled into him nicely but I was thinking about what had happened previously. I was a little worried now, I didn’t know if I should go tonight and if I didn’t, what would happen?

The girl that George was talking to came over to our table again; I’d already forgotten her name. She and Fred were chatting most of the time, while I let myself be swallowed up in George’s body. It was a comforting thought that I knew he felt the same with me now. After we had finished with our drinks, I thought it might be time for me to go back to school. I hugged Fred and the girl who’s name I did not know and said that I’d see them soon. As soon as they started walking off to the shop, George wrapped his elongated arms around me.

“Hey.” He whispered into my ear.

“Hey.” I said laughing quietly.

“Have you got everything?” George asked.

“Yeah I think so, although I’m still wearing your shirt. And coat.” I said looking down at myself.

“Don’t worry about it, it’ll keep you warm. Just give it to me next time.” He said with a smile. “You ready?”

I gave him a quick nod before we could apparate back to Hogwarts.

Chp 6 Articulate (Malfoy or Weasley)

I do not own anything besides my character Miss Alvaro (Al-vah-roh)

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Articulate

I was numb. Draco had disappeared somewhere; no one had seen him in days. On the other hand, I’d been waiting on a letter, a single note from George but there was nothing. Gazing at my reflection in the mirror, I was only in a towel. I took myself out of my despondent reverie and grabbed my foundation. Feeling a like ‘pin up’ mood, I put on very little eye shadow, heavy eyeliner only on my top lid, creating a ‘cat-eye’ flick and finished with a rich ruby colour across my lips. I must say, it did lighten up my mood, knowing I looked a little better than I actually was. Make up was great for ‘down in the dumps’ type of days. Today went a little faster than I’d anticipated; soon it would be time for dinner. Waiting patiently for the Professor to finish with her speech, this was the only time I really wanted Muggle Studies to end soon. I was an expert in this class. We were studying the machine called a ‘computer’. It would have been an alluring topic if it weren’t for my growling stomach. The words I was longing for were said and we were finally dismissed. My feet took long strides toward the Great Hall. I found myself humming; I hadn’t associated myself with music in a while. I was in a lighter mood and I had no idea why.

                “Nearly there.” I murmured to my stomach.

“Nearly where?” A voice startled me.

“Huh?” I said flustered.

“Where are you ‘nearly’?” the voice said cheerily.

“George?” I guessed.

“How did you know it was me?” He said emerging behind a corner.

“I guessed?” I shrugged.

A deep chuckle came from him before he said, “So where were you off to?”

“To the Great Hall?” I pointed with my thumb.

“You want to come with me instead?” He suggested.

My stomach was begging me to say ‘no’ but there was electricity surging through my veins again. “Only if you have food?” I smirked.

“Where else am I going to take you at this hour?” He said with a gorgeous smile.

“Uh, is it okay if – Hold on.” I said pulling out my wand. “Accio L.B.D, Accio Black with red sole heels.”

Soon my chosen dress and heels went flying through the school, I wasn’t expecting them to fly that fast but they were zooming toward me like a bludger. George caught them effortlessly before they could do any damage. He lay the shoes down in front of me and was about to hand me the dress but decided to have a look first.

“Wow, I’d better cancel my reservations and go someplace else.” He said holding up the Little Black Dress.

“Shit. It was the wrong one.” I groaned to myself.

“I don’t mind.” George said teasingly.

“Of course you wouldn’t.” I couldn’t help but laugh. My wand chose the one that showed sneaky parts of my back and it was tight in all the right places, the dress that should be for a third or fourth date, not the first.

Everyone had already gone into the Great Hall for dinner, we’d been standing there for a while I guess. “Turn around. No peaking.” I told him after grabbing the dress. He put his hands over his eyes and all I could see was a cheeky smile. “Turn around Mister!” I ordered.

He did as he was told and I took off my school shoes. I turned around to do a double check on whether he was watching, or if anyone else was around. Once I was happy that not a soul was there besides the two of us, I stepped into the dress. Pulling it up to my thighs, I unzipped my school skirt and took that off. I quickly pulled the dress up to my waist and adjusted it slightly, then pulled it up and over my bra. If George was watching, all he got a glimpse of was my arse, other than that, I was used to getting changed in public, thanks to all of those times the family went camping. I took off my school shirt and started putting on my heels. “You can turn around now.” I said to George.

He did so swiftly. “You look…excellent.” George said with his mouth slightly ajar.

“Could you help me please?” I said sitting on the floor now.

“Oh, sure.” He said quickly dropping to my eye level.

I couldn’t help but laugh, he had turned into jelly, just because of a simple dress.

“What?” he said looking up at me.

“Nothing.” I said smiling at him.

                George said that the place he was planning on taking me was too shabby and that I would be too ‘over dressed’. We argued a little but he finally gave in. The plan was still to go wherever he had planned in the beginning.

Plenty of the rules that were set with Dumbledore didn’t matter much, there were new rules we had to abide in and getting in and out of Hogwarts was easy, unless you were Harry Potter.

George held my hand and we managed to apparate safely to a cosy place. It took me only a few seconds to realise that I had been here before. It looked very different since I had been here last, it still had that homey feeling to it though. There were fewer lights and only some things were buzzing around this time.

“You said you had made reservations?” I asked with a cocked eyebrow.

“I did, and I said I was going to cancel but we’re here aren’t we?” He smirked. “Come on.” He said tightening his grip on my hand.

He led me up some stairs and I mentally said ‘good-bye’ to the store behind us.

“Welcome to the instant bistro of the Weasleys!” said another voice cheerily.

“Fred!” I said slightly startled.

“Luce.” He said bowing a little.

There was a small table in the middle of the room, in the dark I could faintly see outlines of their furniture pushed aside. The single table was accompanied with two quaint dining chairs. Upon the table there was an attractive medium-sized centre piece, above was a stunning miniature chandelier that only lit up that little quarter of the room.

“This is brilliant! Why did you say I would be over dressed?” I exclaimed.

“This little place? You’re dressed to go out.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” I smirked.

I could see his cheeks tint with red as I said this. “Yes, of course. You’re beautiful.”

“Yes, you’re beautiful and George looks great and I look magnificent, now can you sit down so that I can cater to your needs brother.” Fred said with a grin.

George pulled out a chair and I sat down. “Thanks.”

                George and I got talking and soon enough Fred was finished with the food. He brought out some delicious appetisers, I had no clue what it was but it tasted great. The night went on smoothly and soon enough we were sharing a simple yet delightful banana split for desert. I watched as George took a spoonful and put it in to his mouth, it was probably the first time I’d watched him do so all night. In all honestly, it turned me on. Maybe it was the smirk he had plastered on his face after he had done so, or maybe it was his sexy ginger hair that fell around his face perfectly, or maybe, like a darn animal, I was in heat. Whatever it was I had to re-cross my legs over to the other side; I was starting to get twitchy.

“So, how did my brother do for tonight?” George interrupted me from my thoughts.

“Uh, yeah it was delicious. The hilarious thing was his shirt. Very funny.” I commented. Fred had on one of those t-shirts that had a tux print on it.

“Ah. I too own one of those ‘hilarious’ shirts.” He grinned.

Electricity had been flowing through my veins all night, it was worse because I was in a different ‘situation’ now. I tried to calm myself down a little and took a spoonful of the ice-cream myself, it did nothing for my situation. Letting the ice-cream melt in my mouth, I caught George eying me the same way I did him and now I was drowning in this stupid situation. I desperately want to sleep with this man but not on the first date. This was the first nice guy I had come across, ever.

“Uh George? Is it alright if you have the rest? I wasn’t prepared for that much food, I mean I was starving and all but –“

George cut me off with a kiss; I couldn’t help but kiss him back. My stomach was full but now my being was hungry for the red head before me. We parted for a few seconds to get around the table and then my hands were on the back of neck and I tangled my fingers in his hair. He towered over my frame and was bent over to reach me. His huge hands were around my waist in a heart beat.

“Is everything al – Never mind.” I heard Fred enter the room and quickly leave it.

Fred was a good enough distraction. I pulled us apart. “Wait.”

“I’m sorry Cera. I –“

“George. Don’t get me wrong, I really want to do this… and I mean really want to do this but not on the first night?” I managed to utter.

“Yeah, sure. Of course.” He half smiled and I flashed him one back.

After a few moments I tried to defuse the tension, “You know, everyone doesn’t pronounce my name properly?”

“Oh yeah? How are you supposed to say it?” He said and he sat back in his chair, putting his hands behind his head.

“Well, having a Spanish background, I had to have a very Spanish name.” I smirked. “But since we were born in Britain and grew up here, the name didn’t have the same pronunciation as it should have when I was younger.”

“Go on, tell me already.” He said with a smirk.

“Luce-era Al-va-ro, is actually Lou-che-rah Al-vah-roh.” I said with a thick Spanish accent.

“Mmmm. Very exotic.” He grinned.

Chp 5 It’s a Habit (Malfoy or Weasley)

I do not own anything besides my character Miss Alvaro (Al-vah-roh)

It’s a Habit

Writing a letter back to George could have gone two ways: long, or short. I had no clue how to start, I wasn’t used to this. Normally I would just use my looks, my dancing, liquid courage, or all of the above. Unfortunately, I didn’t have these factors to help me out this time. Come to think of it, I was always intoxicated. I found myself stopping for a moment. I was a tramp. I’d probably sat there for half an hour trying to figure out what to say to this nice guy. Finally deciding on a simple:

George Weasley

Weasley’s Wizard Weezes, Diagon Alley

Hiya George, not a problem. I’d love to see you again.

:)

Cera

The scribbled writing didn’t look familiar, every word had started to look misspelled due to the length of time I had spent re-reading it. There was a cough in the back of my throat that I didn’t want to let it out, I’d normally start having coughing fits if I let one free. Thank goodness I’d always have water beside my bed; I reached over to have a glass. Feeling giddy like a teen in love, adrenaline was rushing through my body. I had to get up and do something.  I allowed myself a sip of the water before getting up. Checking the clock on my bedside table, I was amazed at how long I had been lounging in the dormitory. It was dinner time. Turning toward my favourite owl in the world, she looked beautiful in the dim lit room. She looked as excited as I was to deliver the letter. She needed to be let out. Happily opening the door to her large cage, she leapt up onto the windowsill. She was jumpy and ready. I set her up and opened the window. She flew into the night sky and soon disappeared from my sight. I decided against leaving the window open for her, she’d figure out that I’d let her stay with the other owls that night. Quick on my feet, I made my way down the stairs, through the common room and into the dungeons. The cold air that found their way up my skirt made me giggle, it felt as though cold fingers were tickling my thighs. I continued, following the invisible trail leading to the great hall.

 “Miss Alvaro.” Whispered an icy voice.

The only thing I could think of doing was stopping. I stood there like a first year seeing a ghost for the first time.

“Luce.” A frozen hand fit into my obviously warmer one. “Why do you keep running away from me?”

Draco must have shrugged off what I had done to him prior. He was harsher in his speech now.

“Why don’t we have a little chat? Before dinner?” he stated more than asked.

I knew he’d find me and I couldn’t do anything to avoid him. When he was like this, I was easy prey. “After dinner?” I offered.

“Sure.” He said and started walking, still holding on to me. He knew he had me.

Draco sat next to me. He hardly ate. I, on the other hand, was starved. I scoffed myself with the best roast meal Hogwarts had to offer. It might have been because I hadn’t had roast for months now, or maybe they were working the kitchen elves harder. My appetite died a little with that thought. I finished up my last potato. Draco sat next to me, sat up straight and waiting patiently. I wanted to giggle thinking back on our days as little children, he looked somewhat like a child waiting for the teacher to pick him. He was gorgeous. With a sigh, I pulled myself up and stood there.

“Well, come on then?” I said callously.

He stood up and straightened his robes. His frosty fingers laced around mine. I could almost feel Pansy beating me with her eyes. Other people watched now as we walked towards the great hall doors. Draco turned and glared at them. They cowered back to their plates of food. I definitely miss being Draco’s girlfriend. There were so many perks but there were so many hindrances as well. We walked through the hallways, past the paintings, past the memories. Things started flooding back and I didn’t know whether I liked it or not. I was starting to feel something for an amazing guy and Draco always managed to destroy that. We passed a corridor that I remembered we had had our first kiss. He was so amazing. He had made my knees buck and my heart flutter. Without thinking I gripped onto his hand tighter. He turned to face me and I gave him a smirk. The thought of him with Pansy entered my mind and my smile faltered. He gave me a small frown, like he knew exactly why I was suddenly feeling down. We walked on until we reached the common room. It seemed as though we were alone, I had eaten quickly, everyone must have still been in the great hall. He sat me down on the cold leather couches. My legs embraced the icy dark leather. Draco didn’t let go of my hand the whole time, his hands were the same temperature as mine now. I remember loving him once, the love was so strong. He stared into my eyes; it felt as though they were asking me something.

“Luce. I miss you.” He uttered. I could tell it was difficult to say.

With a sigh, all I could muster was a, “Me too.”

My strength had reduced to the pitiful ember, a flicker of a miniscule light. I didn’t know what to do. I was weak.

Draco moved closer to me, his face inches away from mine. I could tell he wanted to kiss me and I didn’t want to stop him. He pulled back slightly. My brain was happy about that.

“I still love you.” He managed this time.

The ember grew a little. “You were the one who hurt me Draco.” I whispered. I looked away because I didn’t want him to see me cry.

“Please don’t cry.” He whispered. Draco lifted my legs so they lay over his and he took hold of both my hands now. I felt him kiss my palms. I felt him pull up one hand higher to his face and kissed my fingers. His soft lips grazed my fingertips and could almost feel myself physically melt. He kissed my palms again, he kissed my wrist. He travelled up my forearm until he was at my uniform. He passed over my uniform but I could still feel him through the material. He was at my neck within seconds. Before he could reach my lips he pulled away slowly. I let out a breath I had been holding in.

“Tell me to stop if you don’t want me to carry on.” Draco said as he looked into my eyes.

He saw me hesitate. I saw his head fall and a pang of guilt hit my chest. Draco dropped his hands to his sides. He sat back in the couch. He let his head fall back and a heavy sigh escaped his lips. I swung my legs over so that my feet were touching the ground.

“I’m sorry Draco.” I said and put my hand to his face. “You really don’t know how much you hurt me do you?”

He lifted his head back to face me. There was hate in his eyes. There was also love and hurt, but the most prominent feature was sadness. He seemed hollow.

“I probably never will. I know you would never have done that to me.” He said not looking at me.

The tears were gone now but I could still feel the pain.

“If it makes it any better, I still love you too.” I whispered.

“That just makes me feel worse.” He said holding my hand again.

“I’d better go Draco. People will be coming in from dinner soon.” I said squeezing his hand.

“I have to go anyway.” He said with a huff. I knew his arrogant self was lurking somewhere in the shadows.

And then I was alone. He always disappeared so quickly. As I walked toward the dorms, I remembered about my letter, well it was more a note than a letter. “Shit.” I muttered. I’d forgotten about putting down when and where. I mentally smacked my head for being so dim. Maybe he’d just send me another letter? I really hoped he would.

Chp 4 Bemused (Malfoy or Weasley)

I do not own anything besides my character Miss Alvaro

Bemused

Sleep was non-existent that night. Thoughts of Draco were creating an image in my head and then a tidal wave of thoughts of Fred came crashing. It was like that for most of the night.

                I looked at my haggard reflection in the mirror; nothing makeup couldn’t fix I guess. After a few retouches, I seemed presentable enough for class. As my footsteps echoed through the dungeons, all I could think of was our next trip to Hogsmeade or maybe a way I could see him again. Mentally hitting my forehead for being so thick, I considered owling him. Of course that was out of the question, being late was something that was a horrible habit. With an empty stomach, my feet led me toward my first class for the morning.

                 Light tried its very best to push past the muggy sky, failing miserably, it only trickled into the many windows scattered throughout the school. Gloom and doom seemed to be all the rage out there. The day was slow, it dragged on like a horrible movie, it was only lunch time and I felt gaunt and withdrawn. On the plus side, it was lunch, I loved food but what I loved more than that was my quicker-than-average metabolism. Inhaling some much needed brunch made me feel a little energized. Looking up from my empty plate, I saw a few jaws drop from the first years who were sitting opposite me. With a forced smile, I pushed my plate forward and stood up. Before I could trod off, owls came swooping into the Great Hall. Stopping only for a second, my feet turned and started leading me toward the doors. Apparently, today wasn’t a normal day for little ol’ me. An owl flew down gracefully next to me, holding in its beak, an envelope. Taking it, I thanked the bird, petting it lightly. Walking on, I chose not to read it there; getting a letter usually meant a letter from my parents. Finally deciding that the next class wouldn’t be something vital in my prospective future, I walked toward the dungeons.

                Once again, it was cold down here. Cursing the season and the placement of my house, I stumbled slightly into the common room.

“Cursed threshold.” I muttered.

“Watch yourself Alvaro.” A stern voice stated.

Being me, I jolted and held my hand to my chest, “Honestly. Malfoy!”

A harsh chuckle was heard and there he was, in all his Slytherin glory. The low light made his pale complexion illuminate. He was magnificent. Two strides and he was only inches away from my face. “Did I frighten you?”

I didn’t move, I reviled being in this situation, he knew my weakness. He inched himself closer, his breath was dancing across my neck now. Draco’s fingers trailed down my arms. His fingers laced with mine. I had no choice but to let the envelope fall from my clutches. It was so hard to say no when I didn’t want him to stop. A small kiss was placed on my neck; Draco pulled away, his grey eyes asking permission. I did nothing. His fingers were ice in mine. That must be how cold other people’s hands must be. I tried to distract myself, to regain my strength, to ignite that warmth inside me. Nothing. His hands left mine and I felt his icy touch on my neckline. He unbuttoned a few buttons, enough to expose my shoulder. My head was telling me no and trying to shake me back to reality. My heart and being let it happen. He kissed my neck, collarbone, and finally my shoulder. A shudder ran through me. The longing to kiss him was intense now. Managing to muster some strength, I made an excuse.

“Sorry Draco, I have to get going. I have something I need to do.” And with that I bent down to get the envelope. There was more strength surfacing now, that little ember grew into a strong flame.  Turning to leave, I felt vile. I could almost feel the pain that I had just caused him.

                Here I was, lying in a heap upon my single, four-poster bed; I caught myself humming. No one was around so I didn’t care all that much how good or bad I sounded. People would comment on how I was a stereo with legs, I would either be listening to music, singing, or humming. Getting lost in my thoughts, I had almost forgotten about the cursed envelope. After opening it and unfolding it, I saw messy hand writing:

Lucera Alvaro

Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Hey Cera, sorry I hadn’t owled you earlier, it was difficult to find your name, especially when you’d only given me half of it. I wanted to see you again but with the Ministry checking owls, and everything else for that matter, it made it tricky to get a hold of you. Since we’re passed all of the babble, all I really wanted to ask was, would it be okay if I came to visit you?

Waiting with crossed fingers,

Fred Weasley

Electricity shot through my veins again. He was so adorable. I folded the letter and carefully put it back into its envelope. I loved keeping letters of this nature, I was sentimental. Footsteps trotted into the room and I stashed the envelope underneath my pillow.

“Hiya Parkinson.” I said with a fake smile plastered on my face.

“Alvaro.” She hissed.

We loathed each other. Draco had cheated on me with her.

My eyes watched her cautiously as she marched to her trunk, reached into its depths and recovered something. My eyes stalked her every move until she was out of the dormitory. I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding in. Okay, so Draco and I didn’t just get drunk and fuck. We had some history. I shrugged off the memories before they could come back to vivid, dramatic, and colourful life. My hands grabbed the envelope underneath the pillow and reached for a box beneath my bed. Fingers traced the articulate silver box; the metal decor cooled my fingertips. I opened it carefully. This and a simple t-shirt were the only things left that I had from my grandmother. It was something that her children didn’t care much for. With a simple flick of the fingers, a new memory was put into the box.

Chp3 Hush-Hush (Draco or Weasley)

I do not own anything besides my character Miss Alvaro (Al-vah-roh)

Hush-Hush

Fred led me to a table near the fireplace. We sat down.

“I noticed that you were cold, you don’t even have gloves.” He stated.

The redness in my cheeks became darker and more prominent now. “I know, I forgot.” I said lamely.

I didn’t have that much trouble talking to him before, what’s different this time?

“So you want to know about my ear?” He said bluntly.

“Well, yes and I’d love to hear more about you since you did drag me here.” I replied calmly.

“I asked and you said okay.” He reminded me.

He left out a few details but I didn’t mind, in short, he was flying and someone had hit him with a spell. Fred blamed his brother George but I’m sure it wasn’t him. He let me take a look again.

“You’re very tactile.” He commented.

“Yeah.” I giggled. “A mannerism I guess.”

We talked a little more and got to know each other.

“I find it strange that we’ve never met before.” He said quickly.

Of course we had met, he just hadn’t remembered me. I was this girl a year below him and he was interested in other girls. We didn’t know each other, that was sure but we’d met before.

I laughed, “I know. Large school but everyone knows everyone.”

I was sure he had caught on that it was a nervous laugh.

“Well, I’d better get back to George. I’ll kill him if he’s left the darn register free again.” He smirked and stood up. He pulled the chair out for me and I thanked him. We walked out hand in hand again. He didn’t bother putting on his gloves this time. His hand engulfed mine. Fred’s palm must have been ice-cream melting in my hot water bottle hand.

“Thank you.” He whispered as he hugged me.

Not even thinking, I kissed his cheek before we pulled away. “No, thank you.” I said hoping it would take the attention off of the kiss.

We both gave each other a smile before departing. I could feel him watching me walk away as he stood at the entrance of ‘Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes’.

All I could see ahead of me was white, icy wonderland, sprinkled with multi-coloured clothed students. Their backs were turned, their footsteps giving me a path to where I needed to be. I was late once again.

Fred was memorable, both of them were, I just never found myself having either one of them stuck in my head like a catchy song. Fred’s face kept popping into my head and I found myself feeling as though electricity was flowing through my veins, I felt like a giddy fifteen year old. There were both pros and cons to this situation and I’d found myself consciously writing up a list in my head. Pros: Fred took thoughts off of the unfortunate war, he was good for me, he was funny and cute. Cons: He was a Weasley, as tragic as it was he was a Gryffindor, he was good for me, he was funny and cute, thus parents would not approve. Being a darn Slytherin was frustrating at the most of times and with your father being a death eater, life was not so happy go lucky.

Finding myself pondering this predicament, an icy voice shook me out of my thoughts. Draco’s presence could send chills down my spine.

“Alvaro? What are you doing out here so late?”

“Our families may be good friends, or what I would call acquaintances, but I am not your business to mind.” I answered sternly.

Draco took a few long strides and was quickly by my side. He simply lifted my legs and sat down, placing my legs upon his lap. I took in a deep breath before looking at him. He was devilishly handsome, everything my parents would love in a boy; pureblood, Slytherin, handsome, and wealthy.

Draco definitely knew how to charm a girl, when it came to Slytherin girls anyway.

His frozen fingers trailed my warm legs; the school uniform did nothing for warmth but I liked it that way. I’ll admit I’d slept with the guy more than once. I was drunk and he was a great fuck. We weren’t exactly fuck buddies, but if I was drunk and wet enough, I’d go there. He continued up to the hem of my skirt, asking if he could enter. Another thing I’ll admit, I was a cock tease.

He just got past my skirt and was halfway up my thigh when I stopped him. “I’m not drunk and I’m not in the mood.”

My legs swung over the couch and my feet hit the ground. Draco’s hands dropped down to his lap. He seemed very cheerless then. We both had feelings at one point. His amazing grey eyes were telling me a story and I knew the feelings were still there but it would never work out.