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Amélie woke up from the sound of birds chirping. She stretched and felt something drop. She picked it up and noticed it had a Slytherin crest embroidered onto the onyx-black robe. She looked around, trying to search for the owner, not sure who but surely, they would be near right? Her eyes landed on the person right in front of her.
Her heart melted. Draco Malfoy intrigued her. He was a mystery to her. From his mood swings to his princely charms, he was a riddle, longing to be solved.
She didn't know much about the Malfoy family. She had actually never heard of them until she arrived at Hogwarts. She had asked the trio for his information.
'Foul git with intense daddy issues.' That was all she got out of them. She didn't push more, she didn't want to seem suspicious. She wanted more info.
So she asked a fellow third-year, Luna Lovegood. She had told her everything, from his heritage, all the way to what his mother would call him as a baby. How he told his parents when he was 4 that he 'legally' changed his name to 'DeeWeeWee' because he didn't like his original name. Amélie wasn't sure how Luna knew all this but it wasn't surprising. Luna Lovegood knew everything. Amélie admired the younger Ravenclaw.
Amélie smiled at the memory. Maybe she should call Draco 'DeeWeeWee' just to rile him up.
"DeeWeeWee Murphy?" She shook Draco softly.
"Yes, mummy? I'm up..." He whispered, still much asleep.
'Mummy? Who still calls their mum mummy?' She giggled.
"DeeWeeWee?" She called again.
"Yesss mummyyy?" He said, more irritated.
"Wake up, love."
Draco let out a weird noise, a growl maybe?
Amélie was in awe. He's such a heavy sleeper! Though, she found this whole situation amusing and adorable.
She crawled under his arms and sat on his lap.
Draco's eyes finny snapped open. "Fuck, where am I? What happened? Am I dead?" He panicked, still not noticing the petite redhead on his lap.
Amélie wrapped her arms around Draco's neck, foreheads touching. "Good morning DeeWeeWee." She snorted.
Draco's eyes snapped at Amélie. "How do you kn-"
"Luna, Luna Lovegood."
"Goddamit knew I shouldn't have ever trusted that wacko with such a secret!" He muttered angrily under his breath.
Draco finally noticed the redhead sitting on his lap. His erection grew rapidly. Amélie was oblivious and unaware of his erection.
He quickly shoved her off and took all his stuff with him as he ran towards the Slytherin common room without even muttering a goodbye to Amélie.
Amélie scoffed. How many personalities could one person possibly have?
Draco needed a distraction immediately.
"Parkinson, in." He demanded.
Pansy smiled seductively and followed inside the bathroom.
Meanwhile, Draco was having 'fun', Amélie sat there thinking about the blond-haired prince. This was not usual behavior for her. She had never actually fancied anyone. She used boys for her own personal yearnings. Once she was satisfied, she would let the boys go, oftentimes leaving the boys with a broken heart.
Draco was just like her. It's a game of fuck and go.
Draco however in Amélie's opinion, was worth more than just a quick shag. He was... worthy material for...future plans.
She doesn't know what fancying someone felt like, she could only guess and hope. But for now, she couldn't get distracted from her task.
All the young teenage students gathered around the Goblet of Fire.
"Have you had Mad-eye Moody yet, Ames?" Hermione asked.
"I have, he's mad!"
"The Goblet is ready to make its' choice!" Dumbledore shouted.
"I'm so excited!" Amélie exclaimed, "I wish I could've participated."
"Durmstrang Champion, Victor Krum!"
The Durmstrang students all cheered for Victor, including Amélie. Victor Krum had taught her all the techniques she knew in quidditch, he was a great mentor.
"The champion for Beauxbaton, Fleur Delacour!"
Not many girls from the academy cheered, most of the girls were breaking down since they weren't chosen. Pathetic really.
"Hogwarts Champion, Cedric Diggory!" The entire Hogwarts body erupted into cheers, loudest yet.
"GOOO CEDRIC!" Harry screamed.
Once the cheering had gone down, the Goblet suddenly lit up again. Everyone looked in anticipation.
Dumbledore grabbed the piece of burnt parchment and carefully unraveled it. His face turned into confusion, fear even.
"Harry Potter..." He whispered.
Harry froze next to Amélie. Amélie had no understanding of the occasion. She grabbed Harry's arm for comfort. "It's okay Harry, go."
"HARRY POTTER?" Dumbledore calmly screamed. Hermione pushed Harry roughly, "Go, Harry."
"Can you believe it? You would've thought your best mate would've told you about something this big!" Ron exclaimed.
"Ronald, I'm sure he didn't," Hermione said, she wasn't so sure herself.
Amélie on the other hand was silent, she was still processing the information. She knew it was the works of Death Eaters in the castle. Why didn't her parents tell her about this? But not that she cared, she just thought they would've told her about it.
"Amélie, you agree with me right?" Ron asks, trying to prove a point.
"Oh, I don't know Ronald, he probably didn't. Didn't you see his face? He was terrified!"
Amélie followed Hermione into the Gryffindor common room.
"Do you think he did it, Ames?" Hermione asked. She wasn't sure what to think.
"I'm sure he didn't Mione. Do you believe Harry or Ron?"
"I don't know Ames, I don't know. The whole school believes that Harry is a cheat. I mean- he's always getting the attention, and now that I think about it... Ron's kind of right. He maybe did it to gain more attention as the chosen one!" Hermione cried.
'Great friends you have, Potter.' Amélie thought. 'Guess this makes it easier for me.'
"Well, I believe in Harry. I'm going to head back to the ship, goodnight."
In order for her task to be fulfilled, she needed all of Harrys' trust.
Amélie walks out to the Black Lake, where the Durmstrang ship was. Right, when she exited the castle exits the late autumn air comes as a gospel choir, harmonized in such a way that celebrates each hue and shows how they belong together.
She smiles. On her way down the hill to the lake, from afar, she glimpsed at a slim silhouette leaning onto a tree.
She skipped down the rocks and neared the silhouette, creeping up, not trying to be seen.
When she was close enough, she could make out exactly who it was. The bright color of his lemon hair is really not common and not easily mistaken. Shimmery droplets running down his cheeks.
Was he- crying?
Amélie inched closer, but to only slip down the slippery grass. Dracos eyes darted in her direction, he saw her. He saw her then ran, wiping his tears off his porcelain cheeks.
"MURPHY! WERE YOU CRYING?" Amélie teased. "WHAT A BABY! TELL ME WHY YOU WERE CRYING! IS IT BECAUSE YOUR MOTHER DIDN'T ALLOW YOU TO CHANGE YOUR NAME? OR WAS IT THAT YOU COULDN'T FIND ANOTHER ONE OF MY KNICKERS? YOU KNOW YOU COULD'VE JUST ASKED FOR ONE!"
Amélie ran up to Draco. "So which one do you want?" She joked.
"Leave me the fuck alone mudblood."
"Boohoohoooooo," she mocked. "Deeweewee is too embarrassed to ask for one of my knickers!"
He suddenly grabs Amélie by the neck and slams her onto a nearby tree. Amélie winced as a few pieces of stray wood stabbed her back.
"Fucking hell, Malfoy. Who crawled up your arse and died?"
" You're asking me that?" He scoffed.
Draco rolled his tongue side to side in his inner cheeks. "My father got notified about the stunt you pulled. Do you know how much harm you caused me?"
"What stunt? I think you know exactly what stunt you pulled, Grey."
"Well if I'm asking you, I obviously don't."
"YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID!" He screamed.
"If you mean the night when you stole my knickers...honestly Draco, you can literally ask for more... if you know what I mean." She winked.
"YOU SLUT." He fumed. "MY FATHER NOW THINKS I'M A MUDBLOOD LOVER! FUCK YOU!"
"Oh, typical, lwittle mwister Mwalfoy needing dwaddy Mwalfoys appwroval."
"YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT! I DON'T EXPECT A MUDBLOOD LIKE YOU TO UNDERSTAND HOW IT'S LIKE TO HAVE PARENTS LIKE MINE. STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME FROM NOW ON. IM FUCKING WARNING YOU." With that last huff, he stormed back into the castle.
Amélie bit her lips.
"I know exactly how it's like Draco, I really do..." She whispered.
The next morning she woke up with bruises all over her neck.
The events that occurred last night came flushing back in her head.
She poked at one of the bruises from Draco- "FUCK! THIS GUYS GOT A GORILLA GRIP!" She cast a charm over it to conceal them and ease the pain. "Thank Merlin."
Amélie walked into the great hall for breakfast. Harry was sitting all alone at the end of the Gryffindor table while Ron sat near the front.
Harry caught her eyes but immediately looked away.
Amélie walked over to Harry and sat next to him. She gently placed a hand on his shoulder, taking Harry by surprise.
"You're not mad at me?" He asks.
"No Harry, I believe you. Might be the only one, but at least you have someone." Amélie sighed.
Harry squished Amélie into a suffocating hug. "Thank Merlin! I literally love you. What about Hermione? I haven't seen her since yesterday."
Amélie coughed awkwardly.
Harry's smile faltered. "She doesn't believe me, doesn't she."
Amélie nodded sympathetically. "Sorry lo-"
"Imagine them not even getting his name right, Weasley, it's almost as though he's a complete nonentity, isn't it?"A voice crowed.
Harry and Amélie looked towards the direction of the voice.
"What's he talking about?" Amélie asked.
"No clue, let's watch."
Ron replied quietly. Since Amélie and Harry were on the complete opposite side, they couldn't hear a thing, but they had a good fucking clue of what's going on.
"And there's the picture, Weasley!' said Malfoy, flipping the paper over and holding it up. "A picture of your parents outside their house – if you can call it a house! Your mother could do with losing a bit of weight, couldn't she?"
Perfect opportunity for Amélie to earn more of Ron's trust. Even if it weren't for Ron's trust, she still would've stood up to Malfoy. Body shaming is a big nono in her vocabulary.
Amélie stomped up to Malfoy.
"You know your mother, Malfoy?" said Amélie. "That expression she's got like she's got dung under her nose? Has she always looked like that, or was it just because you were with her?"
"Don't you dare insult my mother, mudblood. You don't even know her."
"Then keep your fucking mouth shut, or else I will turn you into a bloody defenseless ferret." She spat. "And for the record, I know more than you think."
Amélie walked back to Harry.
"Hey, Ames! Wait up!" Ron called.
She turned around. "What's up Ron?"
"I'll see you at lunch Harry!"
Amélie sat down in her regular seat in potions, waiting for Draco.
Draco walked in, looked over at her, and walked to the seat next to Pansy.
Amélie furrowed her eyebrows. She stared at the two intensely as Draco placed a soft peck on Pansy's lips.
Suddenly, her heart dropped. She didn't know the cause, but she absolutely bloody hated it.
She tore her eyes away from them and scoffed.
'He's probably just trying to make me jealous. He'll come crawling back in Divination. A lot of people tend to do that just to get my attention.'
Little did she know Dracos' persona was just as strong as hers.