The Mudblood Queen

I Will Not

//Author's Note//

Just a heads up that today's chapter is super super long, and extremely DRAMATIC, you will finally be teased with just a  minuscule dot of what Iohmra's past was, but of course the final picture will be revealed through the course of the story.

And oh btw that's a picture of our gorgeous Sylvia.

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A beautiful Day. Absolutely stunning, the weather finally cleared up, and the crisp wind of Autumn found home in the hills of Hogwarts.

The previously grey skies now morphed to a gorgeous blue, complimenting the orange and brown hues covering the vast expanses of land.

Just when I thought there would be no end to these horrid rains, the autumn spice wafted through my day.

It was just a week before the arrival of the students from Dumstrang and Beauxbatons. And the school was on its toes all week, Making sure everything is perfect for the Grand Arrival.

It was early in the morning, and I got ready as per usual for classes. I walked out of the bathroom fresh from a morning shower, and I looked at my wet hair and body, and the way my robe clung closely to all of my curves and edges.

Damn. I was feeling a little sexy today. I felt badass. I felt like I can do anything today. Take on the world if I wanted to.

But the only thing I'll be taking on today is DADA, Potions and Herbology.

So good luck to me.

I got ready, threw on my uniform, brushed out my hair, And slapped on my usual makeup. A black liner and a crimson red lip. Nothing more nothing less.

It was barely 9:00 in the morning and my bloody stomach  has already started with those awful whale mating noises. I mean, I might as well change my first name to Always and my last name to Hungry. It's the least I can do.

Loosing all patience, I dragged Sylvia's arse out of our dorm and Half-ran and Half-walked my way to the Great Hall.

And mind you, we only had half an hour till classes begin and I'm NOT interested in going through a quarter of my day empty-stomached.

We reached the Hall and I could immediately notice the change in it. The humongous curtain drapes that lined the height of the walls had been swapped. The faded ones were switched out for a richer and more a cozy velvet drape. And the five tables looked polished and brand new. There were more candles floating near the dome of the Hall than usual and the ceiling mirrored the bright blue sky from outside.

The hall looked a lot more bright and joyous, and my mood lit up instantly. It's clear the faculty is doing their absolute most to impress these foreign schools. And you know what, I'm not complaining. I just wish the castle was like this always.

But back to a more pressing issue. 

My morning and the unprecedented routine of miserable Drama that followed me today.

We were sitting extremely close to Malfoy and his minions And of course there was a wide array of dirty glances and bitching, that started as soon as our butts touched the bench.

Except from Malfoy, who diverted his attention somewhere else as usual. It was a strategy he came up with, to convince his friends that in no way or form can he ever be involved with someone like me.

I smirked ever so lightly at him, and was surprised when he returned it. I quickly turned away fearing our invisible exchange might get noticed.

I turned to Sylvia, who noticed the silent conversation and rolled her eyes at it. She wasn't angry or disapproving of this friendship, not anymore. But she definitely found it