The Slytherin Princess (A Draco Malfoy love story <3)

~Chapter 6~ A Killer

Hey everyone! Happy Thursday! Happy Summer! I updated today because it's been seventeen years since the first Harry Potter book was published by the wonderful J.K Rolling. Without her their would be no Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, so thank you J.K Rolling for making these charecters and writing some amizing books! Now enough of the sappy stuff, let's get down to business. This is a short, filter chapter, but it gives you an idea who Lucy (L) really is, and all the people named in this chapter are going to be some of the main people she must face as she hids from He-Who-Must-No-Be-Named and falls from Draco Malfoy xoxo. I hope you guys like this chapter! Vote and comment please! Enjoy! -L <3

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“Miss….Axel I didn’t think I’d see you up so early,” Professor McGonagall noted as I sauntered into the Great Hall to get my timetable. Breakfast was up and roaring with the rising sun and students were all sitting at their house’s tables, cowing down on steamy eggs and bacon, all dressed in their ironed robs.

“Me either,” I let forth, my hands on my hips. “I was planning on skipping the day completely, but I had a fight with my alarm clock this morning… and it won, so I just decided to get up and die of boredom in class today.

“Well I’m glad to see your smiling face this morning,” McGonagall told me bitterly, behind her thin wirily skeptical.

“Well I’m glad to see you haven’t died yet. It’s been a very long time since I’ve see you last,” I observed with a smirk.

“I can see you haven’t lost your sense of humor since your last…appearance.”

“Glad to see you’ve missed me,” I said as I snatched my timetable right out of her hands. “Thank you for this. I hope I don’t see you in transfiguration.”

I turned to walk away, down the rows of house tables when McGonagall’s voice wrapped around me like a rope tugging me back over to her.

“Miss. Emerson-I mean- Axel, you have fed this morning, right?”

I smiled, showing her my fangs that I usually kept tucked away in my gums.

“Afraid I’m going to eat a first year for breakfast?” I laughed as I motioned to the Gryffindor table where a bunch of first years sat huddled in group, drinking goblets full of pumpkin juice, while they looked over their timetables.

 “But yes Minerva, I have eaten breakfast.”

I inched closer to her, towering over her small my figure. I then pressed my mouth to her ear and whispered, “My centaur was delicious.”

She jumped and I could practically here her bones rattle in fright. Her eyes were shimmering with alarm and she stared me down, her mouth agape.

I just grinned like a foul, relishing in her surprise as I turned to look down at my timetable, which was written on the thin piece of parchment. I read over my lessons quickly and frowned, clearly disappointed at the classes written in front of me.

“I have Herbology.”

“Yes,” McGonagall said, straightening out her physic. “Is that a problem?”

“Duh it’s a problem,” I proclaimed, my jaw clenched. “Sunlight equals dead vampire, and if I’m not mistaken Herbology takes place outside.”

“Miss. Axel I have seen you outside plenty of times over the years and you haven’t burst into flames or died, much to my dismay.”

“I’m not taking Herbology…or Muggle studies or…History of Magic…or…Arithmetic and, ewe, especially not Astronomy. I value my sleep,” I replied, pungently as I wadded up my timetable into a little ball and threw it at some Ravenclaw’s head.