Fleur-de-Lis: Draco Malfoy x OC

8

Clarissa

The lighting outside my dorm window lit up the entire room, the thunder soon following. Grey, almost purple, skies lay in the horizon, covering the sun like a mask. How could weather so loud make the mood feel so quiet?

I lay in my bed, my dorm empty except for me and my black cat, Etienne. He lay curled up on my pillow, looking terribly peaceful, considering the thunder outside. It was 10:00am, so I ran my fingers through my matted hair, splashed some ice cold water on my face, which stung a little, and headed downstairs, knowing already I had missed breakfast.

Few people roamed the halls, except for the prefects, some of which glared at me with disgust for being late (*cough cough, Percy*). Walking down the hallway, I caught Crabbe and Goyle giggling at me out of the corner of my eye.

"Oi, fatties, what's so amusing?" I snarked as I sauntered over to them. They immediately dropped the laughter and straightened up.

"Oh, erm, nothing Clarissa." They both said, monotonously. I could see right past their cheeky, conniving smiles, and I knew something was up, I just wasn't sure what.

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That Evening:

I sat at my desk, brushing the cat fur off of my homework. I had to finish a charms essay and practice my transfiguration. I didn't work lazily, but I certainly didn't rush. I sort of sat around on my bed, or on the floor while working, because my desk just didn't do it for me anymore. It was terribly cold during the wintertime, so I wrapped a blanket around myself loosely to warm up.

I turned on my record player, and I listened to the warm, serene sound of classical music, Suite Bergamasque, by Debussy. I lifelessly did my homework for hours, until it was around 10pm. The rain pounded outside, sounding like hail.

I felt lonely sometimes. My single prefect dorm was all by itself away from the other girl's dorms, and nobody in the other dorms really went out of their way to come visit me, or talk to me, even though we were all in the same Slytherin dorm. Most of the girls I was friends with were only mutual friends, so we only really spoke to each other because we were all bored, or shared a class. I'd been told by a few Hufflepuffs that I was intimidating, so some of the younger kids tried to avoid me. That didn't really bother me though, they were annoying anyways.

At around 10:30pm, when I'd finished my homework and tidied my room, I decided to go for a walk. I checked my hair in the mirror, which was long, shiny, and pin straight thanks to that one spell I had used a month or so ago. I touched up my face makeup and left my dorm. I wasn't really sure what I did that for, as I wasn't expecting to see anyone around late, besides the prefects. But they didn't bother me.

I snuck out of my dorm in the dungeons of the castle, and made my way upstairs. I had no destination, so I just kind of went where my feet took me. My delicate black flats, which my mother had gifted me, padded on the cement floors of the castle, my hair whipping behind me. To look a bit more discreet, I wore a pair of baggy grey sweatpants and a black top.

As I ascended to the third floor, I heard a shuffle. It was very quiet, and at the same time, I saw a shadow out of the corner of my eye with my peripheral vision. I wasn't the type to get scared, so I continued to walk, slightly phased. I kept my eye out for anything else as I briskly strode through the third floor halls. The paintings on the wall were empty, and the musty air of the halls lingered in my nose. 

Though I had decided I would just walk without a destination, I couldn't stand the thickness of the air, so I made my destination, the lake. The lake, as eerie as it was, was actually pretty calming when you're alone. The dim, black color of the water always rippled in small waves from the soft breeze, and occasionally a mermaid or two would leap out from the distant water like dolphins. I used to visit it a lot in my second year, when my sister, Esmée, would tease me in front of her friends. Esmée was three years older than me, and we had always had a very competitive relationship throughout our childhood, as she was always the perfect sister who always did everything right.  After crying in the bathrooms, I would run out to the lake to calm down. It brought a lot of clarity and stillness to my racing mind.

Making my way to the end of the corridor, where a door to a courtyard lay, a voice behind me hollered,

"Cardaillet. Clarissa Cardaillet."

Startled, I cocked my head behind me, only to see the Argus Filch. However, I was relieved, because I would much rather see him than Draco or some other prefect. Filch had a smug look on his face, as I knew he was never successful in catching students. They always got away. He held his large, fluffy cat, Mrs. Norris, in his arms, and her beady little eyes glowed red.

"Well, care to explain yourself?"

"Mr. Filch, I'm sure you'll believe me. I was just taking a brisk stroll after doing my homework, so I could wind down before bed. Simple, really."

"Do you think I'm that stupid? I've heard thousands of stories in my years from students like you. Always. Causing. Trouble. You can't fool me. And, anyways, I'm not even responsible for your capture. I owe it all to my, precious, little friend here." Filch looked to his side and motioned his hand towards him. And there he was, Draco Malfoy, creeping out of the shadows.

His face immediately softened from a similar smug, sour look to a surprised, apologetic look, after realizing it was me. Filch watched Draco, expecting him to say something, but he just stood there, dumbfounded.

"Well, if that's all, 10 points from Slytherin."

"But-, Sir-"

"Ah, stop there, Cardaillet. Care to speak to Umbridge? I'm sure she'd love to be disturbed in the middle of the night. A pity that such a darling student like you, a prefect even, would make such a silly mistake. I'll be sure to note this one on your record, as my little friend here has told me this isn't the only time you've been.. out and about."

I shook my head no, and glared at Draco. Even though he looked slightly sorry, I was pissed. I shot him a dirty look and turned to storm back to my dorm, abandoning him and Filch. I had only walked about 20 steps, when I heard the pattering of feet behind me grow louder. A large, cold hand grabbed my wrist from behind, which only angered me even more.

"Clarissa."

I snapped my head, looking up at his stormy grey eyes. I felt my face hot with anger, like it was about to explode.

"What the fuck do you want, Malfoy."

"Please, Clarissa, I didn't mean to get you in trouble. I thought you were that one irritating Gryffindor girl. I swear, it was an accident" He pleaded. I didn't buy it.

"Believe me, Malfoy, I'm all for you and Umbridge's little snitch group, but this is poor of you. Mind your fucking business and stay away from me."

Not going to lie, I didn't even care that I got caught. I was purposefully being an asshole to get a reaction out of him.
His soft, forgiving face morphed into a frustrated grimace. I gave up and started to walk back to my dorm.

"I thought we had something, Cardaillet. Guess not. You're too stubborn to fucking handle anything."

I felt my heart pulse. I wanted to turn around and snap back at him, but a part of me wanted to just go run into his arms and have him comfort me like he did the other night in the Astronomy Tower. However, tonight, I chose violence.

"Oh, you want to play that game Malfoy?", I sneered, "You're a pretentious prick who's too egotistical to make any fucking friends, don't even try me." Fuming, I turned to walk back to my dorms for the last time. My feet stomped out of anger, my hair whipping behind me once again. Malfoy raced behind me and grabbed my arm, aggressively pulling me into the closest bathroom, which happened to be right next to us. The lights were extremely dim, and the bathroom ominously glowed green.

"Oh, I'm going to try you, Cardaillet." He taunted, and pinned my narrow shoulders into the smooth wall. His 5'9", slender body boomed over me against the wall, and his smirk projected a vengeful look on his face. He slowly leaned in to kiss me, angling his face so his platinum blonde hair tickled my cheek. He looked down into my eyes, and though he was very angry, I could see a spark ignite in the grey nothing that are his eyes, a spark of lust, and crave. I watched as he directed his vision down to my lips, and closed his eyes. Interested, I leaned in too, but rather than kissing me, he lowly whispered into my ear,

"Don't flatter yourself."

His stormy grey eyes turned into hostile, piercing grey eyes, and they stared into mine as he sneered, "You're right, we had something. But you're too stiff-necked to obey me. So be it."