She Is A Traitor (Draco Malfoy fan fiction)

Chapter 12

I stood in a hallway, kissing a boy. Not just any boy, Draco Malfoy. The kiss was passionate, and I could just feel the sparks between us. His hands were buried in my hair, and mine in his. He was pressing my body against his.

Suddenly, a man appeared out of the shadows. I stopped kissing Draco, and turned my head. The man looked very similar to Draco, except he was quite a bit older and his eyes were-different, you could say. They were filled with something, and that something was loathing. That was completely different then Draco's, who's were sparkling with something that I couldn't quite figure out, lust, maybe. I knew exactly who this man was, from some of his pictures in the Daily Prophet. This man is Lucius Malfoy. He snarls at me and stomps over, literally throwing me away from Draco. I fall onto the ground.

"You, you filthy blood traitor." Lucius sneers at me.

Draco moves to stand beside his father, with a new expression: Hate, directed at me.

"No way I would ever like you! No one would! You are ugly, undesirable, a brat, shall I go on?" Draco snaps.

I felt a tear fall from my eye, as I stared hopelessly at the men above me. I see a coldness in his and Draco's eyes, I can't bear it, so I turn away in fear.

Lucius walks closer to me. "I'm not even going to bother using magic on you." He starts. "Just remember, you deserve this."

The man winds up his leg, and kicks. And kicks. And kicks. For I don't know how long. Pain shoots through my body with each swift kick. I scream and yell, but I seem unable to fight back. It's like my body wont allow it. No matter how hard I try, I just can't move. Suddenly the pain stops. I look up to see Lucius walking away from me, and Draco coming closer. He reaches out his hand, and for a second I think he is going to help me up, but he just slaps me across my face. A burning pain shoots across my face, and my eyes tear up. Draco just tips his head back and laughs, along with his father. Draco then starts kicking me, just like his father. He cackles at the same time. I lay on the stone cold floor of this dark hallway, screaming in pain, but nobody comes to my rescue. The only thing I knew is that Draco was here, and he was the one beating me. I don't know which hurts more: The actual beating or the fact that it's Draco doing it.

All of this awful pain continues until I wake up.

***

I woke up panting. I hopped out of bed and went to check my reflection in the mirror.  My face was pale and sweaty. My normally straight brown hair was all over the place. The bags under my eyes made it look like I stayed up all night, and it sure felt like it. My dream, or well, nightmare, all came flooding back to me. My eyes start tearing as I recall the awful nightmare, and I don't think I could ever look at Draco the same again. Not because of what dream-Draco did, but what he said. How I would never be good enough for him. He was wrong. I thought. And I'll prove it. Soon, everyone will know that I am too good for Draco Malfoy.

***

I stood in front of the mirror, doing my hair. Usually I just brush it and leave it as it is, plain and straight. But I need a change. I spent a few minutes looking in a few of my spell books, searching for the spell I need. Finally, I find it: A spell to change my hair color. I'm not going to go too drastic, of course, like bright orange, because that's just not me. I do want a change though. And I know exactly what to do.

After practicing the wand movement a few times, and saying the incantation without my wand, I feel pretty confidant in myself. Standing in front of the mirror, I cast the charm at my reflection. At first nothing happens, so I think I did it wrong. After a few moments I notice my hair start to change, slowly but surely. I watch in amazement as the ends of my hair continue to get lighter and lighter, until they are nearly bleach blonde. I smile, praising myself in my mind. I have always wanted to get ombre colored hair, but I've always been too chicken, thinking that it wouldn't look good. Now, looking at myself, I don't know why I would ever think that. It is just the perfect shade, top to bottom, and I love it.

After spending a minute or two, I cast another incantation that instantly puts my hair into beautiful, bouncy curls. After I'm done with that, I move to my makeup. I apply a bit of nude eye shadow, some mascara, and a bit of shiny lip gloss. I nod at myself in the mirror, satisfied with my appearance.

I turn to see that Hermione has finally woken up, and one she sees me, her eyes widen in amazement.

"Wow, Alex. You look- amazing!" She exclaims.

I blush. "Thanks." I mutter. "Hurry up and get ready, I'm starving."

Hermione huffs at my quick change of subject, but gets out of bed nonetheless.

After she finally finishes, we head out of the now empty dorm room so we can go down to breakfast. We are surprise to see that Harry and Ron are also exiting their dorm at the same time, along with Dean and Seamus. We meet them at the bottom of the stairs, in the common room.

All four of the boys stare at me, but only one manages to form a word.

"Wow." Ron says.

Hermione shoves him as I blush.

"Erm- hello." Harry says awkwardly after a few moments.

"Uh, should we head to the great hall?" Hermione shocks everyone out of their 'trance'. Seamus does keep glancing at me though.

"Yeah, sounds good." Harry replies.

The six of us exit the common room together and head down to the great hall. Nobody really says much, but I keep feeling a pair of eyes on me. I look over my shoulder to see hat it was Seamus, but he quickly looks away, a crimson blush creeping onto his face.

Finally, after what felt like a million years, we reach the entrance to the great hall. As we enter, I feel multiple pairs of eyes on me. I look over at the Slytherin table to see Draco, a spoon halfway to his mouth, but it is unmoving. He stares at me, but not with his usual poker face. He has a twinkle in his eyes, his mouth opened a little bit, and his eyebrows raised.

I look away and compose myself. I can not let him see me nervous, no matter what. I draw my eyes up, and set them on the Gryffindor table. I start to speed walk towards Ginny, who is already seated, alone. Hermione is struggling to keep up with me.

I quickly take a seat beside Ginny. Across from me, Hermione and Harry are starting to sit, while Ron sits down on the other side of me.

I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding. Now that wasn't so hard, was it?  I say to myself.

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Hey guys! I'm sorry this chapter is shorter than usual, but I did it because there is something that happens next but I want it in the next chapter.
Also I apologize for the long time that I've been missing, but I am very busy every single day so it's hard for me to update, but here's another chapter for you:)