Things Don't Always Go As Planned (A Draco Malfoy Love Story)

Name: Alaia (pronounced uh-LAY-uh) Grey
Blood Status: Pure-Blood
Hair Color: Ginger (at beginning)
Eye Color: Emerald Green
Age: (Story starts at 11)
Intro: She lives with her mom who is decently wealthy, she doesn't know who her dad is, and she lives a low-key lifestyle in the muggle world, but most aspects of her life are magic-fueled.

Chapter 3


by: alaia01
I woke up the next day to my alarm. "Uuuggnghhngh," I groaned at my clock as I rolled over and shut it off. Today was the first day of classes and I was not about to be late. Everyone in my dorm was still asleep so I silently crept across the room and took a shower. I then changed into my robes, blow-dried my hair, and put on some mascara. After I was done, I looked at myself in the mirror. Not bad, I thought with a smirk.

"You coming?" I heard Pansy ask from behind me. The other 2 girls in our dorm were already at breakfast.

"Yeah, sure," I replied with one last glance towards the mirror, turning around and entering the common room.

As I walked in, I spotted Draco and his 2 friends (followers?) from the train sitting on the couches. I rushed through the room, hoping to go unnoticed. Though, my hopes were quickly crushed when I heard footsteps behind me.

Draco then walked up next to me, smirking. His smirk really is kind of cute . . . Wait, what? Did I really just think that? Sleep deprivation is gonna kill me.

"Hello? Hellooooooooooo?? Alaia?"

"Huh?" I was snapped out of my thoughts by Draco's voice in my ear.

"I was talking to you." He declared rudely.

I scoffed. "Like I care," I quipped as I sat down at the Slytherin table. Of course Draco sat right next to me as the other 2 boys sat across from us. I just rolled my eyes and started eating. Draco was trying his best to get my attention while I was trying my best to ignore him.

My patience was rapidly fading when a scream echoed throughout the hall loud enough to wake the entirety of China, "DRAAAAAAAAKIE!!!!!!" Pansy ran up to us and sat on the other side of Draco, tightly embracing him in what was an uncomfortably long hug. As annoying as Pansy may be, I think she just saved Draco's life, (and mine as a free witch).

As Pansy began to talk Draco's ear off, I soon got caught up in my own thoughts. That is, until I looked around and noticed that the Great Hall was suddenly practically empty. Dammit, dammit, dammit, was all that was going through my mind as I raced to the dungeons for our first class- double potions with Gryffindor.

When I entered the room, almost everyone was already seated. I reluctantly took one of the last seats left by some Gryffindor boy. I looked over and flashed a small smile at him as I sat down. I mean, I didn't want him to automatically hate me and kick me out of the seat. (Not like I would listen, but still.)

He looked back at me, and returned my smile. It seemed warm and inviting. He was first to introduce himself, "I'm Seamus Finnigan."

I couldn't help but chuckle at how he simplified it.

He continued with ease, "And you are?"

"Alaia Grey. It's uh, nice to meet you." I knew how to be polite when need be.
Seamus responded with a cocky smile, "The pleasure's all mine," he finished with a wink.

I snorted. Oh, brother. Just then Professor Snape walked into the classroom.

Great . . . I thought sarcastically. I looked around to see the rest of the class seemed to agree with me. Except for a bushy-haired Gryffindor whose name, I recalled, was Granger. She was so obviously a mud-blood. And a bookworm, I soon found out as she eagerly raised her hand with every question Professor Snape threw at us. Know-it-all . . . I rolled my eyes.

After enduring what I could've sworn was a century, potions was finally over and we were left to scurry about the rest of our day.

The next few hours came and went quickly, (along with lunch which was spent sitting between to Pansy's blabbering mouth and a quieter girl that I recognized as one of my dorm mates,) and I presently found myself in double transfiguration with Gryffindor (again).

I sighed and took the nearest available seat. As Draco waltzed in, I promptly looked the other way, yet again praying he wouldn't notice me, and (unfortunately) Draco pretty much detected me right away.

"Stupid hair," I muttered as he made his way to the empty seat right next to me. I looked over when he sat down, and he beamed back at me. I sighed and started exercising my patience once again as I tried to ignore him. His smirk grew wider at the sight of clear annoyance on my face. Oh great, I thought bitterly, he's trying to irritate me . . . And I'm letting him succeed. After this realization I immediately tried to dispel any signs of displeasure from my features.

The next few minutes were spent in silence and I slowly began to wonder where our teacher was. The only person (or well, I should say living thing) standing at the front of the classroom was a cat. I wonder whose it is . . . If no one claims her she’s so mine. I started to ponder to myself just as Ron Weasley and Harry Potter, (I was right in assuming he was the boy from the train,) entered the room. All of a sudden the cat exploded into Professor McGonagall.

After a lengthy lecture aimed at the tardy boys, we were instructed to turn a match into a needle. Draco was getting frustrated because not only could he not do it, (and to be fair, neither could most other students) I could. Seeing the anger and frustration on his face caused a broad smirk to cross my face.

Since I was successful, I had nothing more to do than simply sit there and wait for class to end.

There was only about 15 minutes left when, POOF! A heavy cloud of black smoke came from a few seats ahead. Everyone began frantically waving their hands trying desperately to clear the smoke. After it had, I craned my neck to see who could possibly screw up that bad. What I saw was none other than Seamus Finnigan, covered (and I mean covered) in black residue, with his hair spiked out in random directions.

I couldn't help but burst out laughing at the sight of him. He was urgently ordered to go to the hospital wing to get cleaned up and have any damage assessed. As he passed my table, he winked right at me and just I chuckled at his nerve.

The rest of my classes sort of raced by, and I soon found myself in the Great Hall for the last time that day. Walking in, I glanced over at the Gryffindor table. I spotted an empty spot with Seamus on one side and Fred and George on the other and, deciding I'd had enough of Pansy for one day, made my way over.

As I sat down a few Gryffindors scoffed at me, but I paid them no mind. They can just deal with it honestly.

Seamus turned to me, confused. "Alaia? What are you doing here? You should go before someone notices you! You have to sit with your own house . . . unfortunately." He mumbled the last part but still loud enough for me to hear.

I just rolled my eyes. "Calm down, Seamus. I'll be fine. I just came to see if you were ok." It wasn’t exactly the truth but I hadn't seen him since he left class so it was a good enough excuse.

"Oh . . . Well, I'm fine, thanks!" He looked genuinely flattered.

Don't let it get to your head, kid, I mentally scolded but I smiled back nonetheless. "No problem."

I then turned to my right. "Hey Fred," I stated simply.

He jumped, not having noticed me when I initially sat down. Fred looked at me and grinned. "Oh, hey Alaia. What's up?"

"Eh, nothing really, I came to say hey. What had you so distracted?"

"Just planning a prank," he responded with an apparent mischievous glint in his eyes.

"On who?" I asked, interested. He looked conflicted on whether he should tell me or not. "Oh, come on! I promise I won't tell." I looked up at him, (he was quite a bit taller than me, even sitting down) giving him my best puppy dog eyes.

"Well, uh, it's supposed to be on Malfoy . . ." Fred trailed off uneasily.

Hearing this I instantly perked up. "Really? Can I help?" I asked with an abundance of enthusiasm. Draco has already gotten on my nerves too many times and I was ready for some payback.

He laughed at my expression. "Sure. Just meet me and George over here at breakfast tomorrow."

"Okay!" My response was full of excitement. Revenge is gonna taste so sweet.

I then turned my attention back to Seamus who was talking to the person on the other side of him.

He seemed to have had noticed that I started listening in because he stopped mid-sentence to introduce himself, “Hi! I'm Dean Thomas. I- Hey, aren't you in Slytherin?"
"Alaia Grey. And yeah, is that a problem?" I replied, instantly on the defensive.

"No! Not at all! I was just asking." He smiled reassuringly. “So . . . Alaia, huh? You must be the hot Slytherin girl Seamus can't seem to shut up about. It's nice to meet you in person; Although I don't really see that 'ethereal glow' he'd mentioned . . .”

I just snickered while Seamus began practically beating his friend. After that I just sat and talked with everyone for a little while, when I heard someone clear their throat from behind me.

"Excuse me, but Slytherins are supposed to sit at the Slytherin table," the mystery boy had put emphasis on my house. I turned around to see a tall boy with red hair (/another/ Weasley?) looking down at me.

Fred and George looked like they were about to say something, but I beat them to it.

"So what? And why, pray tell, should I care what you have to say?" I sneered back at him turned back around, expecting him to leave.

Of course it wouldn't be that easy, because he barked back, "You should listen to me because I'm a prefect, and I have the power to give you a detention."

I shifted back around to see him with his chest puffed out proudly. Give me a break . . .

I was about to say something rude about how much I didn't care when George intervened, "Percy, why don't you just leave it? She's our friend, and it's not like she's hurting anybody by just being over here."

"Sorry, no special treatment." He spat the words back at the (more likeable) redhead of the bunch.

It can't be healthy to hate someone this quickly, I silently contemplated.

Just then Fred intervened, "But we're your brothers." Ah, so he was a Weasley.

"I don't care." Percy turned his attention to me. "And you need to leave."

Fred and George argued at the same time, "But Percy-" when I cut them off.

"Whatever. I'm tired and I should probably go to bed anyways." I got up, gave the sneering prefect one last glare, and waved goodbye to everyone else before making my leave to the Slytherin dorms.

When I got to my room, Pansy and a more soft-spoken girl (Daphne?) were still at dinner, making the girl that sat next to me at lunch the only person in when I arrived. She seemed a little shy so I had to be the one to initiate a conversation.

"Hey, I'm sorry but, I don't think I ever caught your name?" I half-questioned, hoping she'd introduce herself.

She looked startled for a second, my voice breaking the silence that had filled the room. After a moment of recovery, she replied, "Oh, its ok, I'm afraid I don't know your name either. My name's Tabbatha, but you can call me Tabby for short." She smiled and held out her hand.

I grinned back and took the offer. "Alaia, and it's nice to formally meet you." After that I put on my pajamas and laid down in bed.

After a brief moment of silence I heard Tabby whisper, "Alaia?"

"Yeah?" I replied louder and rolled over to face her. Her bed was next to mine so we could easily see each other during our conversation.

"Are you friends with Pansy?" she asked hesitantly.

I snorted. "HA, no. Are you?"

She laughed. "Oh god no, I hate her!"

We both snickered for a while and I teased her with a fake preppy voice, "Wow we already have so much in common!”

We both laughed even harder until I interrupted with a yawn.

She chuckled, "Sorry to keep you up; I was just making sure. Goodnight."

I smiled in return. "Oh, it's alright. Night!" I rolled back over at the end of our chat and quickly fell into a much needed, dreamless sleep.

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