Once again, I do not own Harry Potter! And I never ever will...No matter how much I wish I did... D:
After dinner waas finished up, Draco led Sophie back to the Slytherin Common room. It wasn't too exciting, and it was cold. Sophie shivered as she made her way up the fifth year girls dorm. When she walked in, Pansy was already there, taking a shower in the bathroom. Sophie huffed and walked over to her newly added trunk. It was a soft pink colour, with her name printed in a elegant brown script across the front.
She popped open the locks and began putting her clothes into the dresser beside her bed. As she came to the bottom of her trunk, she took out the letter that she had packed to remind herself of her duty. Sophie unrolled the parchment and stared at the words printed in a rough and sharp manner.
You know what you have to do. I don't care how you do it. Just get it done. Or the consequences will be dire. We're counting on you.
Mother and Father.
Sophie sighed and stared at the letter in her hands. She was chosen by the Dark Lord to complete this important task for him. It was the only way to ensure her family and her's safety. Sophie didn't have a doubt in her mind that she would be able to complete this task no problem. How could she not!? She had the looks, the brains, the personality...the looks. All she had to do was talk to Potter once, and he'd melt like butter in her hands.
Sophie smirked and folded the letter up an placed it deep under her matress. She turned back to her trunk and took out a bag she brought and packed all the school things she would need for tomorrow in the bag and placed it at the foot of her dresser. She closed the top of her trunk, locked it, and slid it under her bed.
She had just flopped down on her bed when Pansy walked out of the bathroom. She had on Slytherin green sweats and a grey tank top. They glared at each other until Pansy looked away and continued on the journey to her bed. Sophie smiled to herself and grabbed all the things she needed and stepped into the bathroom to take a most needed hot shower.
Draco sighed and flopped down onto his bed, still dressed in his Slytherin robes. He shrugged them off and lossened his tie and threw them both at the foot of his bed. He was left in his black trousers and white button down shirt as he stared up at the top of his bed. Images of Sophie racing through his mind. He couldn't stop thinking about her. She was absolutley gorgeous. Her hair was so smooth and shiny...Her lips red and full.
Draco licked his lips as he fantasized about what it would feel like to kiss those lips.
Sophie smiling up at him. Her doe like eyes wide with innocence. Her hands twisting in his hair. Her lips attatched to his. Her body molded into his as he held her in a tight embrace. Her breath washing over his face as he stared tenderly into her ever changing eyes.
Draco shook his head and heaved himself up from the bed. Slipping his shirt off on the way, he walked over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of grey plaid pajama pants. Undoing the buckle on his trousers, he pushed them down his legs and stood in just his boxers.
"Hey, Draco." a voice called from the door.
Draco jumped 2 feet in the air then spun around breathing deeply.
"Merlin, Blaise! Give me a heart attack why don't you." he snapped and stepped into his pants. Blaise just laughed and made his way to his own bed, on the opposite side of the room from Draco. He started changing and Draco turned away and once again flopped face down on his bed.
"So...Sophie, eh?" Blaise said trying to sound casual as he leaned against the headboard of his bed. Draco's head shot up and he sat up straight looking at Blaise sharply.
"What about her?" he said through gritted teeth. If Blaise tried anything on her...
"Well first of all, she's smoking hot. Second, she's a French chick. And third, she's sexy as hell!" he laughed and pushed himself up so he was sitting crossed-legged on the bed.
"Don't talk about her like that!" Draco snapped and his hands balled into fists. "She's more than that!"
Blaise eyed him weirdly. "And you would know that because?" he pushed, an eyebrow shooting up on his forehead.
"I just do." he snapped and moved under the thick quilt on his bed.
"Whatever, man." Blaise shrugged and crawled under his own blanket. Soon enugh, they were both asleep.
Sophie was the first one to get up in the morning. She walked briskly to the bathroom to begin her morning ritual. It took time to look as good as she did! She did her hair in an elegant bun on the top of her head, and some of her curls slipped out and framed her face. Her side bangs were twisted in a braid and pulled t the side, a purple butterfly clip holding it in.
Sophie had put on her make-up, which she'd taken out of a gigantic bag she'd stowed away inder the sink. She never wore as much makeup as Pasy did, and she never would. The only makeup she wore was eye liner, (which she had in a huge array of colours) mascara, (again, loads in an array of colours) lipstick, (mostly a dark red) and blush (a little pink never hurt anyone). She did have other things to use for occasions such as a date, or a ball, or she just feels like dressing up.
Sophie finished her makeup and smirked at her reflection. She looked irresistable. Blowing a kiss at her mirror image, she strutted out of the bathroom and made her way to her dresser. Pulling out some underwear and a bra, she quickly changed and then pulled out her school uniform.
She slipped them on as fast as possible, (without ruining her hair though) and turned to look in the mirror. The horror! Her uniform made her look like a book nerd! Sophie's jaw dropped open in shock.
Her skirt went past her knees, and her black robe with the slytherin cresrt on it was baggy and made her look even shorter than she was. The grey vest she had on over her white blouse and Slytherin tie looked as though it had been peeled off of an elephant and slapped onto her clothes.
"This will NOT do." Sophie muttered to herself and she went busling around her bed for her trunk. She opened the lock as fast as she could and pulled out a pair of scissors. She shrugged off her robe and laid it carefully on the bed. She eyed it for a second, before her eyes lighted with delight. They turned a shocking green colour, one to rival Harry Potter's, and she set to work.
After working hard for a good twenty minutes, Sophie finally put down her scissors and admired her handy work.
Her robe was now shorter, and she had made it into a little mini jacket that ended just under her bust. They Slytherin crest was still on it, and so was the hood, but now it looked more...Femenine. Her skirt was now rolled so that it was resting mid-thigh. Not too long, not too short, Sophie thought. If she were to put her arms straight down her skirt would still be past her finger tips, so she considered that modest enough. And nowhere did it ever state that they couldn't alter their clothes to their desire.
She could't really do anything about the colour of her vest, but she had cut the front of it into a small v-neck so it showed the front of her blouse, and a few of the buttons there. They were of course done up, she did't want Pansy's assumption of her to come true. Sophie huffed thinking of last night. She pushed it out of her brain and focused on the task at hand.
Her white knee-high socks now had little green bown on the end, taken from her now shorter robes. Sophie had left her blouse alone, for it was her's and it was the one thing she had left from her sister.
"Don't let your mind go there, Sophia. Don't." she muttered to herself as she pulled her clothes back on. She grabbed the scrap pieces of her uniform and tossed them into an unused drawer. She then realized she'd have to do that to her other robes and groaned lightly. She'd already done one, but she had at least 3 other school outfits she had to alter.
'I'll just do those later.' she thought to herself as she fixed her hair and makeup before she grabbed her bag and walked out the door down to the common room. she slammed the door behind her staying quiet enough to hear her roomated getting up. She could hear Pansy mumbling to herself, curse words coming out in streams, and Sophie was giggling the whole time she was walking down the stairs.
Since she was up earlier than everyone else, so she wasn't surprised when no one was sitting at the Slytherin table. She looked around the hall and noticed people staring at her. Gone was the pathetic, shy girl she portrayed yesterday, and in came the confidant woman she really was. With her head held high, a smirk gracing her beautiful features she made her way over to Gryffindor table, her eyes searching for one dark haired wizard. Harry Potter.
Sophie spotted him and smirked. She fixed her skirt, and her hair before she walked up to him. He was with the Ginger and the Mudblood, but Sophie would put up with them for now. She put a bright smile on her face, and her eyes changed to an inviting warm brown.
"Hi, you're Harry right?" Sophie said in her child-like voice. It sounded welcoming and innocent, and it had her smirking on the inside.
"Uh...Um, yeah." he stuttered, staring up at her, his toast slipping from between his fingers.
She giggled and twirled a piece of her hair in her finger. "Do you mind if I sit with you guys? No one is at my table, and I feltso lonely." she pouted and then bit her lip.
Harry jumped out of his seat and smiled at her. "Of course!" he grabbed her hand and led her to the seat next to him. He gestured for Ron to scoot down and he complied without complaint. Thought, the Mudblood looked a little miffed.
"I'm sorry to say that I don't know your names! I'm Sophia Rivière! But all my friends call me Sophie. It's nice to meet you three!" she smiled directly at Hermione and her eyes changed to a shocking bright blue.
"Hermione Granger." the bushy haired, buck toothed girl said grudgingly.
"Ronald Weasley." he smiled lopsidedly at Sophie and kissed the back of her hand. She blushed and giggled again. "Pleasure to meet you." her voice sounded sugary sweet and Hermione couldn't help but notice something off about her. The look in the girls eyes...It didn't seem, innocent. Despite what her looks and personality her eyes gave off a malicious gleam.
"Is there something wrong, M-Hermione?" Sophie asked, catching herself before calling Hermione the M-word.
Hermione shook her head not noticing that she had been staring. "Nothing. Just curious about your eyes."
Sophie smiled falsely at her. "You noticed that too? Draco saw and said they were beautiful." her face took on a dreamy look but it quickly disappeared. "He asked if I was a metamorphmagus, but in actuality, my eyes change on their own. I have no idea why though. I think that the colour they change to has to do with the emotions that I am feeling." Sophie said off-handedly then she went back to conversing with Harry.
Hermione kept a mental note of the look in Sophie's eyes, then went back to eating her breakfast.
Sophie was laughing at something Harry had said, when she realized that the Slytherins were about to come back into the hall. Not ready for them to see her with the Gryffindors, she leaned in close to Harry's ear, her lips brushing it lightly, making him shiver.
"I need to go. But I'd love to talk to you some more. When can we talk again?" she pulled back and she watched a bright smile cross his features. Harry leaned in close t her ear, his lips brushing her ear, and Sophie smirked at how hard he was trying.
"Tonight. Meet me out by the lake right before curfew." Sophie let a malicious smile cross her features until she forced it into a happy smile.
"Okay. See you then." she whispered and kissed his cheek. She stood up from the bench and made her way toward the doors of the Great Hall. She opened them and started walking out before she stopped. Sophie turned back to the Gryffindor table and blew a kiss in Harry's direction. She winked and continued on her merry way.
Done! Woo! 2 chapters in one day! I hope you can see some of the plot line forming! :) Sophia isn't who you thought she was! :D