New Girl (Draco X Reader)

Chapter four

For the third time since you stepped out into the dim hallways with your new house mate you jumped as something cold brushed your shoulder, startling you. You didn't like ghosts and you had a keen feeling that's what those sudden chilly feelings were all about. You weren't one to get cold flashes, barely even froze in the winter as it was.

    "Stop it, you act like you've never seen a house ghost before," Draco grumbled loudly, winding through unfamiliar hallways and such that made you feel uneasy. How were you ever going to learn this place? It was bigger than you could possibly imagine on your own.

    "I haven't actually, ghosts f-fr- aren't my favorite," Was all you replied with in a low, whisper tone, afraid that the ghosts might hear you, and start picking on you.

    "You'll have to get used to them then," the answer was blunt as he slowed down a little bit.

    "Ah, here," he said, taking your hand and placing it on the painting of a woman, completely drenched in green. You meant it was everywhere, all different shades. Her eyes, her cloak, her dress, the broach on her collar, and the background! Save for her hair which was a beautifully painted brown, with streaks of shine going across the fragmented hairs.

    Soon enough against Draco's rough forcing the rough canvas material soon met with your palm, and you sighed in relief when it didn't do something crazy in response to your hand coming in contact with it. Like one of those Sci-fi stories where muggles created technology that could be secured and unlocked just by a certain person's fingerprint or hand print. Sometimes muggles were really crazy, in your opinion at least.

    What you didn't expect was for it to have the voice of an aging woman.

    
    "Would you get your filthy hand off me, child!" The painting scolded, causing you to jolt back against Draco's loosened grip, almost knocking him over in your haste to get away from it. The woman rolled her green eyes, glaring in Draco's direction and then smiling in yours. 

    "And who might you be, sweet little thing?" She asked with a sugary sweet voice that made you feel like you had eaten it. 

    "(Name) (L.Name), transfer student," You replied politely, looking at Draco for help who just smirked at the dumbstruck expression you gave him.

    "Oh well, I'm sure. . .Draco" there went that sugary sweet voice,maybe it was just because he made you touch her. . . was that a real person? "will show you the ropes. He is one of the head Slytherins, after all," Before you could reply, you felt a pressure on your shoulders and the smuggest grin you'd ever seen put on a face. Even more smug than your father's when he won an argument with your mother. . . now that you thought about it your parents argued a lot and your father didn't win all that much.

    "Sure will," He said, flashing you a wink to which you and the painting rolled your eyes simultaneously. Sure you were a wizard, but you never thought you'd ever having that of all things happen to you, sooner a you ride a dragon than you and a painting, a bloody painting, agree!

    "What's the password then, Malfoy?" 

    "Pure-blood," Draco whisper to which the painting nodded curtly, swinging open to reveal a set of stairs leading down, lit torches flickering against the wall and leaving their light in place of the dark stone. You could hear the trickle of water down below, like a bunch of leaky metal pipes. 

    Draco stepped through the thresh hold with you in tow, "Thanks," You muttered once you closed the painting door, as you slowly made your way down the stairs as not to trip. 

    "Like it here so far?" Draco asked as you entered another, vast room, all with an eery tinge of green flickering across the rocks. Like the reflection water gave glass, it was pretty. A little dark and depressing, but still. . . homey was it? Cattus had a dark atmosphere, but more of a rustic look, you guessed it was just different and that was what was putting you off.

    "Certainly interesting," You replied softly, padding after him with your eyes ghosting over every nook and cranny. He stayed silent for a moment before taking you by both shoulders and steering you towards a hallway off of the main course, before releasing you and striding away.

    'Odd,' only he would do something so strange, "Bye!" You called with little to no enthusiasm left in your voice, you missed your scarf, that thing was like a child hood toy to you, but at least he didn't strip you of the sweater. That would be weird for one and for two there was no way you were letting it go.

    Looking up you realized why he had gone the other direction, to your utter surprise he didn't use you as an excuse to follow you in, was a sign reading 'Girl's Dorm' in faded curly golden letters. You were a bit tired, only now realizing how uncomfortable sleeping on that train was you took a step forward, and then another before realizing you had no idea which room was yours. 

    'I guess I'll just have to figure it out,' You thought to yourself, taking a few more steps across the stone pathway. You felt the heel of your boot sink into something soft, carpet as you made it around a protecting. Eventually you stopped, looking at the first door, which lit up with golden letters carving themselves against the steel plate, sparks jutting out as it finished. You skimmed the two names now left on the plate, last was listed first and first was listed second. None of the names rung a bell so you continued, realizing all the doors were /all/ labled with room mate pairs.

    "Fancy," You muttered, finding Pansy's door. She was apparently sharing with someone called 'Rachel Haddock'. The last name of a fish? Who cared? Certainly not you. Looking to the next mahogany colored door you sighed with relief, you were sharing with Eve. You knocked on the door,

    "It's me, your new room mate," You called through the wood as quietly as such a solid object would allow, you didn't need to wake anybody up- or both them.

    "Come in!" Came the reply moments after, which you smiled at, wrapping your fingers around the rounded doorknob and twisting it open. Once you stepped in you were greeted with that 'closer to home' rustic looking room instead of the emerald green theme.

    "Wow. . . nice room," You complimented,

    "Hahah, I love my house, but all the green is sickening sometimes. I needed a safe haven, my la't ro' ma'e," Her voice suddenly got choppy, causing you to stop admiring the room and look towards Eve, who was sewing up a cut in her leg with a thread and needle. Your eyes widened considerably,

    "What are you doing?! Why?!" You yelped, rushing over to her bedside, as she cut the string with her teeth.

    "Sewing up a bloody cut, what's it look like?" She asked, when she was still greeted with your confused and worried expression, she rolled her eyes, "Madam Pomfrey, the nurse, taught me how to properly sew up a wound because I'm always getting cuts like this- one way or another- all the time," Eve explained, patting the side of your face sweetly, making you scowl and jerk away.

    "Nothing I can't handle, kay?" 

    "Fine, fine, if you know what you're doing," 

    "I assure you I do,"  

    "Hey look my bag-" You switched the subject quickly to avoid an argument, looking towards your bed to see the (color) carry on bag laying on your bed with your new school uniform folded neatly beside it.

    "Yeah, they dumped it in the common room, and I saw it as yours so I brought it here for ya'. Should really put a name on it though. I dunno' where your other bags are though," Eve said cheerfully, 

    "Well- thank you. but I don't have any other bags," You explained simply, sitting on the edge of your bed and running your fingers over the uniform. It looked like you wouldn't be wearing 

    "What?" She asked, "You couldn't have gotten all your books plus your clothes in that!" 

    "Could've with a charm," You stated proudly, winking at the ravenette as you zipped it open and rummaged through it. Fingers brushed up against many things, one being your wand, which you pulled out immediately and let the tip rest in your opposite palm. You smiled sadly, the memories seemingly curling off of the piece of wood. You set it down and picked up the uniform, which consisted of a black gymslip-which you assumed should be worn with stocks or something-, a cloak with the familiar jade color around the rims, a green,silver and black striped tie, a white blouse and finally a pleated skirt that came down to your knee. With a low sigh, you glowered at it, picking it up and holding it in your hands as if weighing it. You also saw a scarf sprawled in an off put position with the Slytherin house colors on it, you looked at it sadly. The silly thing smelled of 'half-assed' replacement to you, but you picked it up anyways and set it on top of the entire set.

    "You can put that in the closet for tom'rrow while you unpack y'ur trink'ts," You didn't even need to turn around to know she was snipping the thread with her teeth again, but what you did see was the oak wardrobe not far off, you slid open a drawer carefully, you had chosen the bottom one which was empty and apparently yours now. Sticking the uniform into the compartment you fetched your suitcase of sorts, and pulled out several different things till' you managed to grab your other set of jeans, hooded jacket, shirts out and place them on the other side of the sleek wooden container. Then you pulled out all the supplies your mother had gotten with you, and your schedule. You remembered conversing with your mum while you picked out the electives you thought you'd do the best in. You argued, loudly about taking 'Care of Magical Creatures' because your mom rather hated the subject as a kid and supposed you would to, but you insisted.