Blood Rain

Chapter 1: Isn't it alright to dream of sugarcanes?

Can't I just have one night?

Just one night where I wouldn't see these visions of death when I laid my head on my pillow?

Where I wouldn't hear the screams of terror every time my eyes flutter close for a rest?

I sighed as I sat up, once again,  from my bed. I felt the Slytherin green blanket pool at my waist, bearing my white nightgown to my sleeping roommates. It had been a couple of months since I started coming here.

To Hogwarts.

It was a rather difficult time in my life when they brought me here.

I brought my hands up to the sides of my head, rubbing softly at my temples as I pushed the images of the dead out of my head. Ever since I was little, I had nightmares of my old town. It was just a small village at the tip of Russia. I don't really remember what happened btu when I opened my eyes, everyone was dead. All of them.

I could feel myself shiver at the memory. 

Deeming it better to stand up and go get some fresh air, I swung my legs over the egde of the bed and touched my feet to the cold, marble floor. I made my way to the bathroom, flicking on the light and looking at my refection in the mirror. 

Golden eyes stared back at me through the reflection, lined with the sleepless nights I've had. I combed my slender fingers through the tangled, light pink mess that was my hair. I finally got most of the knots out and let it fall down my back, stopping at my waist. Placing some powder under my eyes to  hide the bags, I stalked back into the small dorm and placed on my cloak. 

I'd only be out for a minute.

I made my way down to the common room, making sure my bare feet made no noise and the door did not creak with my push. The common room was lined with marble and green. A fireplace stood in the middle of the room, bringing warmth on cold winter days, much like this one. The Snowflake Ball was coming up and I had no one to take. Most of the girls in the dorm would snicker and talk about ' how great is it that I WAS ASKED BY SOMEONE ' rather loudly. 

Sinking into the plush love seat, my mind wandered to who I could possibly ask. Sirius Black would have been a good choice. He was tall, and handsome, and fun...But what good would it do if I had to ask him in front of EVERYONE? They would laugh at me for weeks! It was impossible. I couldn't ask anyone.

And everyone was too scared to ask me.

I was the 'Golden Girl' of Slytherin. They deemed me too sweet and innocent to even harm a fly. I always felt somewhat annoyed when they spoke things like that. I wasn't as sweet as they thought. I just kept to myself.

Idiots they all are.

" Bonnabell! "

I snapped out of my trance, casting my sights on the Slytherin before me. Lucius Malfoy. He was two years older than me and always towered over my 5'2 frame. His long, bleached-blond hair was pulled over his shoulder and his eyes just smothered me with his stare. 

" Bonnabell, dear. What are you doing up at this hour? Shouldn't you be in bed? " I rose a brow in confusion. This was the first talk he had ever had with me since I've gotten here. Yes, I've caught him when he stares at me sometimes but he has never started a conversation.

" Oh, Lucius... " My Russian accent was rather thick, though some girls thought it was cute, I thought of it as annoying. " It was a little too stuffy in the room so I decided to come out here and get some air. " I wasn't a complete lie. Either way, he flashed me his pearly white teeth in a smile " I'm surprised you know my name. Someone such as yourself, I believe, wouldn't dare spare a glance at me. " 

And that knocked the smile right off of his face.

" Dearest Bonna, I seems you have a bad view of me. I've been contemplating on how to talk to you. Your aura and your eyes entrance me so to the point where I do not know what to say when I see you. " I could hear every word as truth. Or he was just a great liar. " And seeing you here in the glow of the fireplace...I wanted to ask if you would go to the dance with me. "

Aaaaaaaand cue the panic attack.