† He was intrigued by her. She was intrigued by him. He wanted to get to know her. She didn't want him to enter her world. Cause if he did, he would fall. He would become just like her. A puppet in a dark world †
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Morgana woke up to the sound of Pansy's annoying voice the next day. She heard her leave the dormitory a couple of seconds later and huffed. Lessons would start. She would get more glares from people. Even the teachers.
She woke up and got dressed in her Slytherin uniform. She then went to the kitchens to eat her breakfast. She didn't like eating in the Great Hall that much. She only went there for dinners. But other than that she ate in the kitchens where she was surrounded by elves who didn't label her for the deatheather's daughter. They would always bring her a plate filled with waffles and croissants and a mug of tea. They would sometimes talk to her too, but Morgana doesn't talk much. She mostly liked to listen to the sound of the pots and pans.
Once she was finished, she went back to her dormitory. Snape was handing out timetables. "Hurry up. Don't be late" he said to a group of second year Slytherins. He spotted Morgana and went up to her. "Your timetable Ms Lestrange." "Don't call me that." "Well it is your name." "No. My name is Morgana. I'm ashamed to have this surname." "Very well" Snape said with no emotion at all. But underneath that emotionless face was a beating heart who cared. A beating heart who had once loved, but know was slowly giving in to the darkness.
He went out the common room while Morgana went to sit on one of the sofas to read the timetable. She had two free periods today. One right now and one at the end of the day. She decided to spend her free period in her dormitory, where no one could disturb her.
She put her timetable on her drawer and took out her journal. It was a gold coated journal where she would write stories about a happy life. A life that didn't exist for Morgana.
Morgana pushed that thought off her mind and started writing. She had lately started a story about a boy. A poor boy who lived on the streets, desperate to find work to earn money for him and his two sisters. He fell in love with a princess. A princess who hated being royal and wanted to be normal. Once the two met, they fell in love. They ran away together because they loved each other and would do anything for each other.
After about forty five minutes had gone by, she closed her journal and started to get ready for her first lesson which was Transfiguration.
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Her last lesson was Astronomy at seven o'clock. It was Morgana's favorite subject. The way the planets moved and the different types of stars fascinated her.
Once the lesson was over, she started walking back to her common room. It was a long walk. Halfway there she heard someone calling her name. A familiar voice. She turned around and saw Draco Malfoy walking up to her. She continued to walk, rolling her eyes, but he caught up to her anyways.
"Why so keen on not talking to me?" "Cause maybe I don't want to talk to you." "Impossible." "Not really." "Quit the act Lestrange. We're getting married after Seventh Year and we'll become you-know-who's followers by the end of this year." "Against my will might I add." "I would watch my mouth if I were you" he said, stopping her. She looked at him. His eyes were a shade of grey and his pale blond hair was really messy. "And I would get out my way if I were you Malfoy."
Everything happened so fast. She was pushed to a wall which knocked the wind out of her and her hands were pinned to the wall. Draco was inches away from her and no one was there to help. "Don't you ever talk to me like that Lestrange. I am warning you. I will be your husband and you will treat me with respect you filthy little bitch!" Morgana struggled to push him off but he was too strong.
He always did this when they fought. This was another reason she didn't want to date him anymore. No one knew that under Draco Malfoy's arrogance was an abusive monster hiding in the shadows, waiting to emerge.
She felt his weight being lifted off and his hands leaving hers. He was thrown on the floor by a spell cast by a Hufflepuff. Morgana looked at him. He was the boy she made eye contact with in the Great Hall yesterday. He had blondish brown hair and hazel brown eyes like hers.
"100 points from Slytherin for assault Malfoy. Now I suggest you go back to your common room." Morgana was surprised by his deep voice. Malfoy stood up and looked from the Hufflepuff to Morgana. "This is not over Lestrange." He then left, leaving the Hufflepuff and Lestrange alone. The Hufflepuff looked at Morgana with concern. "Are you okay?" Morgana looked down. "I'm fine."
He went closer and traced his fingers around her arms. The were bruised in a deep shade of purple. "You need to go to the Hospital Wing." "No need. I'm fine." "No your not. It won't take long to get them fixed. I'll come with you." Before she could disagree, he grabbed her hand gently and walked her to the Hospital Wing. No words were exchanged between them. Once they arrived, Madam Pomfrey was putting medicines in cabinets.
"Madam Pomfrey, we have a girl with bruises on her hands." Madam Pomfrey stopped what she was doing and looked at the two of them, instantly recognizing Morgana. "How did that happen Ms Lestrange?" She waited for him to wince. To glare at her like they always did. But he didn't.
"She was assaulted Madam Pomfrey. Madam Pomfrey nodded and grabbed Morgana's hands. She examined them and after a while nodded and went to the cabinet. She got out some cream and bandages. She put the cream on the bandages and then put them on Morgana's hands.
"They should be healed in the morning" Madam Pomfrey told Morgana as she put the bandages on her. "Thank you." Madam Pomfrey didn't say anything and went in her study.
"Name's William by the way." "Don't care" Morgana said, walking out of the hospital wing, holding her bandaged hand.
