"I'm me, I've finally found my calling, my true desires. I belong with them, Draco. I'm theirs and they're mine." The beautiful emerald green I had seen once in her eyes had deformed into fiery, stormy mix of green and black, as if her pupil was an...
I wrote the first 7 parts of this book in August, with no real plot or intent for the story. I picked it back up in December , with a plan and lots more analysis, so the writing immediately improved and lengthened. If you're interested, please stick with the book until around part 8, as it gets a lot better there grammar and spicy scene wise.
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Tom Felton as Draco Malfoy
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Marion Cotillard as Marie Cardaillet
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Clarissa Cardaillet
"Mum, s'il vous plaît, it's not a big deal!", I whined as she dragged me through the shops on Diagon Alley, purchasing every bloody school supply possible.
"Clarissa, allez . Tu es un Cardaillet, alors agissez comme tel.", Mum retorted, arms full of Wizarding supplies. My family and I come from a small region in France, near Beauxbatons, however my mother insisted we go to Hogwarts, best wizarding school in the world. I was pretty annoyed about it when she told me, right before my first year, as I was desperate to look as posh and perfect as the elegant girls in blue at Beauxbatons.
She stood, shoulders tall, and nose ever so prominent, as she and another witch had a chat on the sidewalk. I didn't know her, but she seemed familiar, with her dark eyes and signature streaks of bleach blonde hair. Must be a Malfoy. I didn't bother to converse with many other students, however I recognized her son, Draco Malfoy, with his father, in the bookshop to which we were standing next to. The whole family had a similar gaze of grey eyes and blonde hair, which I caught a sight of, as the son made eye contact with me through the glass of the bookshop. I quickly turned my head back to my Mum and the Malfoy, flustered out of embarrassment.
"Oh, Narcissa, this is my daughter, Clarissa, I believe she's in the same year as your son, fifth?", my Mum grabbed my shoulders and faced me towards Draco's mother as she nodded, speaking in her thick French accent.
"Oh, erm, hi Mrs. Malfoy, pleasure to meet you", I pulled a fake smile at the woman and cringed at myself.
"Lovely to meet you, darling", she said as she embraced me into a hug. Merlin, not what I expected from a Malfoy. Still quite shocked, I didn't even notice the son and his father saunter towards us.
"Greetings, Marie, and erm, you are?", the tall man muttered to me in his monotonous voice, and I saw the boy from the corner of my eye watching.
"Clarissa, sir." I spat out, trying to look as proper as possible talking to such a family. Though I am a pureblood myself, I didn't really act like one, as I didn't really have the prejudice and vanity that certain families had. He nodded his head and turned towards Narcissa, practically ignoring me.
"Well, we better get going, shouldn't we Narcissa", he said, giving her a look that I couldn't decipher. "Lucius Malfoy," he muttered to me, trying to leave the conversation immediately. Guess he wasn't a people person.
"Yes dear, come along. Lovely chatting to you Marie, and Clarissa", Narcissa warmly smiled and took her son's shoulders in her hands as she and Lucius walked away. I forced myself not to look at Draco while the conversation lasted, as it was pretty awkward between us. I was never really the talkative or popular type at school, so I had never really spoken to him before. Or, not that I recalled. I'm sure he'd called me a mudblood here and there over the past four years.
I gathered the loads of bags that my Mum had collected, full of random stuff for school, and took them with me back to our Manor via Floo Network. My feet were sore and my makeup smeared from walking around all day. The bags, full of green and silver, for Slytherin, I knew I wouldn't use once. My mum, being a teacher, LOVED to be prepared. I gripped my wand, which was 12 1/2", cypress wood, and Phoenix feather core, and twirled in in my fingers out of frustration.
"Bloody bastard", I muttered under my breath. I couldn't even imagine all of the other random shit she bought for my siblings. Well, sibling. I had an older sister, Esmee, who was in her seventh year and tried her best to stay away from me at all times. Esmee definitely fit into the prejudiced category, and was a product of my mother. My older brother, on the other hand, Nicolas, was my favourite person in the world. He was so lovely to me growing up. But he wasn't at Hogwarts. He worked out in Germany for the Ministry.
I wasn't looking forward to school this year, like usual. My house mates at Hogwarts treated me like shit, but they didn't know who I was. Since I hardly spoke or tried to make friends, they didn't realize I was a pureblood and good friend of the best Wizarding families in the world, not that they cared anyways. I didn't take much of it either.
I bit my fingernails as I lay in my bed, waiting to fall asleep. Tomorrow, I went into my fifth year of Hogwarts. I wondered who I would sit next to, and possibly talk to. I thought about my encounter with Draco Malfoy, but I figured that he was probably too popular and perfect to even acknowledge me again. I guess I'd just have to wait and see.
