dragonfly || d.m. [✔]

don't need everlastings,

They say dreams come true, but they forget to mention that nightmares too were once dreams -- like the dream I had of falling in love. 
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a r i a  s t u n n i n g s

"Get up, Stunnings!" Draco called me.

"No," I said as I rolled over. "Five minutes."

"Five minutes have passed," Draco said. "In fact, half an hour has passed since I've been trying to wake you up."

"The heck?" I threw my covers off, jumping up as I pulled my hood closer (I do it practically all the time).

"Button your shirt up," he said, looking away while blushing slightly.

"Oh," I said upon looking down and seeing the first three buttons undone. My hands flew to the buttons and did them on again, zipping up my hoodie as well.

I walked towards the trunk to do the only bit of make up I have ever done: eye liner. Taking it out and ignoring the stares Draco gives me, I push the bathroom door open.

Taking a deep breath and removing my hood, I stare at the my face in the mirror -- my dark brown almond-shaped eyes, silvery hair, pink lips and pale skin. All scarred. I looked like I'd just escaped the fury of death, and I didn't want to see it. That was partially why I covered my face with my hood, so that I could form a different face for myself in my mind. Something perfectly beautiful.

After applying the eyeliner as per my usual, I leave the bathroom, only to see Draco's bare back which was tattooed with a dragon and a dragonfly, which were intertwined with each other. After pulling his grey t-shirt on, he turned around and saw me.

He grinned, "Enjoyed the sight in front of you?"

"No, not really," I lied. "Though I would like to know, who's the dragonfly?"

His eyes saddened for a moment and then he said, "A girl. I last saw her when we were eight."

I tensed up, "Oh. Okay."

"Why're you tensing up?" he asked, stepping closer.

"It's uh- It's nothing."

"You sure?" he asked again.

"Yes," I said, getting ready to resume my life of introversion and silence.

"Whatever," he said, dismissing the topic smoothly. "Breakfast."

At breakfast, I noticed the way Draco's thin fingers grasped his glass a little tightly every time someone called either of us an 'outcast'. I, on the other hand, just ate my pancakes and the floor looked like the prettiest thing on earth as I ate them. Suddenly, one of them turned to the blonde haired girl who had defended me last night. 

"Of course, one outcast will stick up for the other," he said, giving both of us a pointed glance. 

I look up immediately and say, "Yeah, they will if everyone else will make their time on Earth hell."

All the Ravenclaws stare at me like I've grown as vase for a head. "She speaks!" one of them jeered.

And the teasing and bullying started all over again. But thankfully, I was the main victim this time and neither Draco nor the girl called 'Luna'.

Luna smiles at me and it's the prettiest smile I've seen in a very, very long time.

I smile back although she can't see it due to my hood. 

Draco's staring at me. "So you aren't all that weak," he notes aloud. 

"You don't even know me," and I make sure that the smirk can be heard in my voice.

"I don't want to," he scoffs. "We've got Potions next, come along."

But I don't want to. So I say, "No."

He frowns. "What?"

"No," I repeat. "I want to get Luna," I whisper after that.

He shrugged, "I don't recall ever objecting to her."

Pulling my hoodie around me a little tighter, I walk up to Luna, "Hey, do you mind coming with me?"

Luna smiled her beautiful smile once more, "Not at all!"

I smile right back impulsively.

As I walked into class after class with Luna chattering in that soothing voice of hers about Nargles and Skedaddlers, I believe that my day would have been way worse if it wasn't for her. She seemed to love reading just as much as me and I would nod or even put in a sentence or two while I spoke to her. 

My last class was Potions and Snape asked me, "What do buttercup and a leaf of aspen generate?"

"Lotus, hyacinth and heather," I answer. "I've been alone for so long, ever since that happened."

Draco looks at me with a look that signifies that he thinks I'm insane. But Snape obviously understands. "Correct. Don't let it happen to you."

"It already has," Draco's face looks like light has just dawned upon him.

"And only a everlasting can help it out?" Snape said, ignoring Draco.

"Sadly enough, yes, but that isn't what I'm looking for."

"Indeed, indeed," he tells me. "Ten points to-" he hesitates. "To your record."

"Okay," I say, not knowing what he meant. 

The rest of the class was ordinary and it's not like I really cared. And only a everlasting can help it out.

I didn't intend on getting an everlasting anytime soon. 

Suddenly Draco leaned towards my ear and whispered, "Victorian flower language, huh?"

His breath tickles my ear as I whisper back, "I don't care for everlastings."

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A/N:

Victorian flower language is a type of old language which is written in flower names. Check this out if you want to know more:

Aspen leaf: Fear
Buttercup: Wealth
Everlastings: Love
Heather: Loneliness
Hyacinth: Sorrow
Lotus: Forgetfulness
Oxalis: Pangs of regret
Yellow rose: Jealousy

Figure the rest out. . . 

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