The Unwanted Malfoy Heiress

Eight: Struck By The Thunderbolt

Sebastian

Rumors circulated all over of a new fifth year pureblood that was transferring to Hogwarts from Beauxbatons Academy, that fancy French magical school mum almost thought of sending Anne to attend in order to teach her more refinement than she would learn in London. Ominus Gaunt, his best friend in the whole world ever since their first year at Hogwarts, seemed to be grinning at the salacious details of a dragon attacking the fifth year's stagecoach with a Ministry of Magic curse breaker inside no less.

Ominus grinned at his pudding when the talk centered around this Miss Malfoy being like that blowhard brother of hers, Colin. "My father has it on good authority that Colin's sister is nothing like him since she is the Headmaster's goddaughter."

Sebastian choked on his rice pilaf. "Om's for real? When the hell would you even learn that?"

Ominus chuckled, "Call it my parents, always angling to figure out which witch they want to marry me off to some day. I wouldn't mind, I was told she was quite pretty. Not that I'd be able to tell."

Sebastian rolled his eyes. "You thought Anne was pretty too. Or were you exaggerating that your courtship was cleaner than you let on?"

Sebastian saw a blush creep up into his friend's cheeks. "And have you cast a knockback jinx at me for admitting the truth? No, thank you. I'm blind, not oblivious to your obvious protective streak surrounding your twin."

Sebastian couldn't believe what he was hearing! Ominus and Anne?? Calm down. It's not like you own your sister or anything. He chastised himself sharply.

Sebastian continued to eat and ignored Imelda Reyes' continued casting annoying longing looks in his direction. It was truly pathetic, honestly. But he supposed that there was a wanton in every boarding school whether the students had magical powers or not. Imelda just happened to be Slytherin's harlot.

Unfortunately, her initial competiveness was attractive, but gods, when she lost duels or broom races, she reverted to a pathetic spoiled child. He hated that he had given in to those odd competitive charms of hers, and he slept with her a few times last year. After the sex Imelda turned into this lovestruck idiot and even now was trying to find ways to 'get her man back,' is how she often phrased it. Anne had thought it was funny before goblins cursed her, but then again, his sister had a great sense of humor before the curse changed her completely.

The doors to the Great Hall opened, and in walked Professor Stick Up His Ass himself, and...her. The lights from the candles almost seemed to illuminate Anastasia Malfoy's platinum blonde hair, and her blue gray eyes were dead set focused on following Professor Black up to the teacher's dais where Professor Weasley waited with the sorting hat. Did the rumors paint this witch as pretty? Oh no, she was far more than that paltry description. No, the word that came to his mind was simply beautiful.

She sat on the stool with perfect posture as she looked on the Great Hall nervously, knowing everyone's eyes were on her. After the sorting hat seemed to confer with her personally as it used legilimency to determine what school House she belonged in, the sorting hat announced the new...Slytherin. He found himself cheering along with everyone else, but as she was about to take her seat, Professor Stick In His Ass had to ruin things.

"Oh, and one more thing," the headmaster declared, holding up a finger for emphasis, "Due to the unfortunate injury on the Quidditch pitch last term, I have decided that this year's Quidditch season has been cancelled."

The fifth year glared at the headmaster for that amongst the boos and some hisses the student body gave Professor Stick In His Ass, "Enough! It's not as if I've banned flying. But, don't tempt me. Now, I'm sure you all have much to do before classes begin tomorrow."

People didn't move, but then Black got annoyed, "I said, I'm sure you all have much to do before classes begin tomorrow."

That got the students moving, and Sebastian glanced once at Miss Malfoy talking with Professor Weasley and smiling.

"Ahem!" Ominus brought him to the present. "Even blind I can tell you are staring at her like a moon calf."

Sebastian smirked, "If you knew what she looked like, you'd stare too."

Ominus shrugged. "Perhaps, or perhaps I would pursue her without blushing every five seconds like a girl dealing with her first infatuation."

"You're right. But that sounds suspiciously like a challenge, and you know I don't back down from those."

Ominus smirked back. "Perhaps I am competition, you never know. Either way, I will let the witch make the first move."

They talked as they left the Great Hall in good spirits, but even before Professor Hecat paired them up in DADA class he knew that this witch was going to shake things up in his world for better or for worse...

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A.N. FINALLY, a witch game clip. I like to add these in case you haven't played the game and want to see how this story plays out in this particular Canon. My story is going to have quite a few changes due to my own imagined plot, but it's still within this Harry Potter timeline...