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The Girl with the Golden Eyes | Draco Malfoy x Reader

November 26th, 1993. The Courtyard. 3:37 pm.

Olive thrust her wand towards the white haired boy, a protective shield hovering in front of his scrunched up face deflecting the spell, flashing a quick grin as it bounced off and sped towards the red head. Ron didn't have a chance to react before his own spell came bouncing back, his body jolting rather aggressively before being flung backwards. A slight movement caught her eye, turning towards the bushy haired girl, Hermione, who had her wand pointed at the short haired witch. Her face was flushed, the grip on her wand was tight eyeing the girl up and down noticing she wasn't wearing school robes. The girl who had just knocked Ron off his feet had a pair of jeans on, that were ripped and a white t-shirt tucked into the dark denim. Over her outfit she had a dark cloak, that resembled something Professor Snape would wear, the cloak coming to just above the ground, skimming over the tall slivers of grass on the ground.

"Who do you think you are?” Hermione questioned, taking small steps towards the unknown girl whose eyes were eyeing her wearily. Students had crowded around the two girls, whispers and murmurs were heard as they came closer together. The tension was heavy in the air, as they both eyed each other rather intensely. Draco had made his way up onto his feet, an unreadable expression on his face his eyes wide as he eyed Olive angrily glaring at the Golden Trio. The two guys were eyeing their bushy haired friend, wands drawn in case they needed to use them against the girl with the wide grin on her face.

"The name is Olive. Ya know, you shouldn't cast spells at people where everyone can see, Weasley. Draco may talk a lot of bull, but he knows how to duel. Did you really expect to have a father like his, and not know how to defend yourself?" A crisp southern accent cut through the everlasting silence, swiftly pocketing her wand brushing her short curls out of her face. Taking a few strides away from the three her robes flowing behind her much like someone they knew, slowing her movements down before coming to a complete stop on the cracked stone turning on her heel a smile on her face.

"Oh and have a good day.”

November 26th, 1993. The Astronomy Tower. 10:58 pm.

A loud laugh left her lips as she flung her body off the Astronomy Tower, feeling the harsh winds slap her face rather fiercely the familiar pain coursing through her body, her body shifting rather rapidly. The previously tan skin, was now covered in vibrantly red feathers small slivers of gold embedded into the softness of her body. High above her the moon was was shining brightly, illuminating the ground below her soaring body, her wings giving strong strokes against the wind, heading towards the outskirts of the forest.

Quietly shifting back as she spotted a head of white hair making its way over to her his grey eyes scanning his surrounding, a tight grip on his wand, she jumped down from the tops of the tree rather harshly and landing on her feet right in front of the frightened boy. She grinned, tilting his wand down to the ground before he attempted to shoot any spells at her, wrapping her arms around the grey eyed boy she'd grown fond of. Draco placed his wand away, hurriedly pressing a long awaited kiss to her lips a sense of warmth washed over the girl before hungrily kissing him back, eyes fluttering close pulling her flushed body against his, deepening the kiss. Olive giggled, running her fingers through his gel free hair enjoying the feeling of his toned arms around her waist. After a short couple of minutes, they finally detached from one another their lips swollen an amused glint in their eyes.

"I've missed you,"

"What took you so long, petal?"

"I wanted to finish my mission first, before I came back. It took a while, and I'm sorry but Dumbledore got me sorted, privately of course, and I'm glad to announce that you're looking at a 4th Year Hufflepuff. Gah I've been wanting to go to this school for years, and I get to finally spend these next few years with my lovely 3rd Year boyfriend, " Olive mockingly teased her boyfriend, entwining their hands having already started walking to their 'spot', which coincidentally happened to be where they first met. He let out a scoff, a teasing sound in his voice earned himself a smack on the back of the head by the curly haired witch. Olive knew she wasn't older than Draco, if anything she was younger than him by a couple of months. Currently he was in his 4th Year at Hogwarts but she just so happened to have started school early so she was ahead of him but not enough to be a year ahead so she just took advanced classes, that truly ticked him off at first but he found it as a way to show off his girl. She loved to call him a 3rd Year, as a way to push his buttons, but he found it adorable that his girlfriend who happened to be younger than him, was ahead of him school wise. A chuckle left his lips, leaning down to peck her lips apologetically, lightly pulling away from her soft touch. His body stumbling forward as she grabbed a hold of his collar, his eyes growing wide. Her tiny hands pulled him closer to her, their lips crashing into each other one again.

"Beautiful...absolutely gorgeous. Never letting you leave my side ever again," Mumbling against her lips, peppering her face with soft wet kisses sending the witch into a fit of giggles. She playfully smacked his chest, a wide grin on her face as he tightened his grip on her waist effortlessly lifting her off the ground. The wind ruffled her hair, vision becoming blurry from the quick movement. Draco's laughter grew as he twirled her around in the autumn air, his grip on her body was tight afraid to let his girl drop. Both of their laughter's echoed through the peaceful silence, subsiding slowly when he let her back onto the plush grass.

"Show me what I've been missing out on, petal..." His sultry voice sent shivers down her spine, warm lips pressing onto her rather cold cheek pulling away too quickly for her liking. Olive ripped her robes off, the dark fabric falling onto the grass a dark grey sweater adorning her body nicely. Her tan legs on display from the skirt flowing freely from the wind, a pair of long grey knee high socks hiding her toned calves. Clasping her hands together, a familiar prickling sensation rushed down to her palms, shutting her eyes rapidly drawing her hands apart as a trail of flames emitted from her palms. The flickering flames licked their way up her arms growing increasingly bigger, the orange hue framing Draco's face his eyes wide in amazement.The last time he had seen her powers was in 1st Year, and at the time she had small tricks up her sleeves, but by the sight of the ever growing flames he had noticed that her powers had grown in a such a short period of time and it was incredible. 

The young girl twirled her fingers, creating beautiful intricate designs in the open space between Draco and her before she pointed her arms into the sky, the vibrant flames coursing up into the starry night. A huge burst of flames exploded, but no sound came from the burst of the fire, the flame fading into tiny specks of light falling over the two but diminishing before touching the ground.

November 27th, 1993. The Great Hall. 10:54 am.

Making her way into the Great Hall, eyeing all the side eyes she was receiving letting her feet take her over to her table plopping on an empty spot on the bench, hastily opening the book she was reading the night before. Olive managed to find the page she had left of on, humming triumphantly adjusting her current position before going for a bowl of grapes in front of her, popping a few into her mouth. Her small slender fingers fiddled with the aging book, her eyes scanning the words on the page turning the tethered paper noticing a slight movement out of the corner of her eye. Nearly jumping out of her skin as two identical twins sat in front of her, their identical grins staring back at her. Olive hurriedly swallowed the last of her grapes, closing the book in front of her staring back and forth between the two of them to make sure her eyes weren't deceiving her.

"Never seen you before but you seem too old to be a first year-"

"-what year are you in? Is everything swell?"Her eyebrow raised, a smile making its way onto her face amused at how they finished each other sentences. They both happened to have Ron's hair, and the piercing dark eyes they lacked the freckles, but she could tell easily tell where Ron got his mannerisms from by seeing how these twins walked up her, and spoke to her like they had been friends for years. Mischief was evident in their eyes, both hands placed in front of them, clasped together on the wooden table eyeing her tentatively.

"I'm a 5th Year, and Hogwarts is amazing so far thank you for asking. But you two just happened to make it a hell of a lot better," Olive teased, popping another grape into her mouth seeing one of the twins flush a light pink but he maintained the smug look on his face, while the other twin winked at her flirtatiously. She rolled her eyes, leaning her face into one of her palms eyeing the two swiping her tongue across her ruby colored lips, "Now who might you two be,"

"I'm Fred. He's George."

"You forgot our last names, Freddie"

"Blimey, right. It's Weasley, sorry love,"

By the time Olive had decided it was time to leave, it was nearly noon. She finished waving bye to the fiery heads of red hair as she went around the corner when she was flung to the floor, her body smacking onto the stone rather hard feeling a stinging sensation spreading down her legs. Her eyes narrowed at the figure in front of her before softening her glare, locking eyes with a pair of stunning grey eyes. The boy standing in front of her had white blonde hair that happened to fall over his eyes, his face seemed stern and full of such cockiness, a familiar face she had grown accustomed to him putting on, made a grin make its way onto her face. His hand grasped her hand, helping her back on her feet rather swiftly his eyes scanning her up and down checking for any bruises or cuts he may have caused.

"Petal... you alright?" His voice murmured quietly, cupping her face with his right hand while his other found a place on her waist eyeing her eyes for any sign of discomfort, the group of people behind him looked confused as to why Draco was associating himself with someone other than his own house. Olive reached up to brush some of his blonde hair away from his face, giving him a warm smile showing that she was alright his hand squeezing her right hip lovingly.

"No need for that. I'm fine, see? Nothing is broken, nothing is scratched. My butt kinda hurts, but besides that everything's alright," She mused, a teasing tone in her voice noting the way his eyes had softened, stroking his thumb across her soft cheek. His grey eyes locked with her dark brown eyes, visibly relaxing as she stated that she was alright. Wrapping his arms fully around the girl, kissing her forehead instead of giving into her luscious lips that called for him, not being very fond of public display of affection.

"Mind walking me to class, petal?"

"Of course not. Lead the way,"

December 16th, 1993. The Hufflepuff Dormitories. 10:49 pm.

Olive shifted uncomfortably in her bed, the comforter was pooled around the foot of the bed, her body radiating heat. No matter how many layers she removed, the overwhelming sense of heat still surrounded her. Her small hands rubbed at her tired eyes, sitting up on her bed eyeing the dark dorm room grabbing her black school robe putting it over one of the T-shirts that she borrowed from one of the twins, tugging on a pair of shorts knowing it wouldn’t be a good idea to walk around half naked. Her bare feet made small sounds as they padded down the stairs, her wand in her hand, eyeing the empty common room double checking every inch of the room to make sure no one else was around to see her leave. Feeling her body stumble as she tripped over a step, smacking her hands onto the floor groaning in discomfort ignoring the pain in her palms, heaving herself off of the floor making her way near the entrance to the common room.

Picking up her lightened wand, muttering nox softly the light fading quickly. Waving her wand over herself, seeing her body slowly fade into the background behind her, quietly making her way out of the common room eyeing her surroundings to check for Filch or his cat. The blown out candles around the hallways made the place seem eerie, but she brushed off the odd sensation jogging up the stone stairs to the Astronomy Tower trying to stay as quiet as possible. A cold sensation washed over her bare feet from the night air, getting increasingly colder the further up the stairs she went, her body slowly fading back once she made it all the way to the top. The tower overlooked the school grounds, at such a perfect angle it always always caught her off guard every time she made her way back to the lonesome tower, the way the wind blew through the trees like water running over rocks seemed extremely soothing to the young girl.

"Good evening, Ms. Black " The sound of someone muttering her name made the young girl jump toward the source of the sound, locking eyes with a pair of grey blue eyes. His smile relaxed her tremendously, running her fingers through her tousled curls letting out a breath she never knew she was holding. The tall professor had his hands tucked into his pockets eyeing the girl sitting on the edge of the Astronomy Tower, her bare legs dangling in the cold autumn wind. He gestured to an empty spot beside her, the girl scooted over patting the spot beside her a smile tugging at his lips sitting down beside her.

"Mornin' Professor... what are you doing out of bed so early?" Olive joked tiredly, eyes looking over at the young professor whose face was now adorning a playful smile, his fingers messing with his worn out cardigan. A soft chuckle left his lips, giving her a teasing look making Olivia smile, looking out into the night sky.

"Funny you may ask... I was fixing on asking you the same thing, Ms. Black..." His deep voice let out, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he eyed her curiously. She let out a deep sigh, leaning against the wall to her left, enjoying the prickling sensation the cold stone bricks felt against her warm face, looking out into the night. The stars twinkled happily, dancing around the moon that happened to be half full her hands yearning to reach out and hold the clump of rock. The night sky was fairly clear expect for a few grey clouds scattered throughout the sky, barely skimming over the surface of the moon.

"It was hot in my dorm room so I couldn't fall asleep, which is why I went to the place where I go at the end of the week to... let loose,"

"Let loose?" Confusion laced Remus' voice, as he eyed the girl who looked to be deep in thought, his mind racing with endless possibilities to the significance of her words. Olive looked over at her professor, deciding whether she would be able to trust the young man with the everlasting amount of scars or not. Closing her eyes letting out a deep breath feeling her shoulders relax, placing her hand off the to the side hearing the small clatter of her wand as it skimmed the stone floor, hurriedly picking up the wand to make sure it didn’t fall off the edge of the tower.

"Can I trust you with a secret of mine? And do you promise to not tell my secret, Professor?"

"I solemnly swear" Those three words were enough for her, opening her eyes nodding her head to him who was giving her a warm smile. Heart racing slightly as she stood up from her previous sitting position handing her wand to Remus, his hand wrapping around the wand gently eyeing her cautiously once more. Olive chuckled to herself imagining what was fixing to run through his mind the moment she stepped off the tower, taking a few steps forward her toes hovering over the ledge before throwing herself off the tower the sound of someone screaming her name behind her made her laugh loudly, the wing blocking out the panicking tone of his voice. The familiar sensation of her body morphing quickly took place, her wings flapping graceful taking her further up into the air letting out a loud caw. Cool wind ruffled her feathers, the stars seemingly closer than before, diving down towards her Professor landing further into the tower shifting back to her human form, her chest heaving up and down from the adrenaline pumping through her veins.

Remus' heart flew out of his chest when the girl threw herself off the Astronomy Tower, calling after her scrambling onto his feet. Before he knew what was happening, the girl quickly morphed into a Phoenix. Her vibrant red feathers standing out in the dark, small glints of light shining off of her from the moonlight hitting them perfectly as she flew around gracefully. There was something satisfying about seeing this flash of red in a sea of dark colors, that he found very amusing. Remus had to admit to himself that he was positive that she knew damn well the reaction he would give to her jumping off the tower, and he applauded her for her dark sense of humor.

"Ms. Black... how in the-"

"Professor if I may," She cut him off, a knowing look in her eyes as she eyed the bewildered wizard whose mouth was parted open. His eyes were wide and full of amazement, his mouth slowly forming into a giant grin, "I've been an animagus since I was very young. I guess it was one of the many powers I received that night, but you can't tell anyone... god only knows what would happen if anyone found out"

"M-many powers?"

"Oh this is just scraping the surface of what you have left to see, Professor"

December 20th, 1993. Defense Against the Dark Arts Classroom. 2:09 pm.

"Today, we will be working with boggarts. Can anyone tell me what a..." Professor Lupin's voice faded while Olive stared at the dresser in front of her, her eyes wide. Having faced a boggart multiple times she knew what her biggest fear was, and never wanted to face that for as long as she could avoid it. She knew the people in the closet would change, especially since her friends had become a big part in her life along with the professors she had gotten close to. Olive regretted coming in here to help assist Professor Lupin, sending daggers to the scarred man who paid no attention to the glaring girl. Her body tensed up, locking eyes with Draco who sent her a reassuring smile winking at her. That small wink made her relax slightly but she still remained tense, snapping back to reality managing to catch the last few words of Professor Lupin's speech.

"-now if everyone could please line up behind Ms. Black," Olive glared down at the floor feeling her heart race immensely, paying no attention to the noises of everyone shuffling to get in position behind her. Professor Lupin nodded towards the young girl, whose face was unreadable her brown eyes were staring straight ahead at the dresser. Reaching into her robes, pulling out her wand keeping a serious expression on her face gripping onto her wand tighter. Remus flicked his wand a joyous smile on his face rather happy to be teaching his favorite lesson, taking a bite out of his apple eyeing the dresser as the door opened slowly.

A hand clasped around the edge of the door, pushing the door open further the tension growing in the small classroom. The sound of footsteps echoed throughout the room as Olive appeared from behind the door, small gasps leaving the mouths of the students confusion evident on their faces. The short haired witches eyes narrowed as she locked eyes with herself, but the eyes staring back at her were golden, nothing like her dark brown eyes. The boggart version of herself was covered in blood but something told Olive it wasn't hers by the murderous look in her eyes, as well as the orbs hovering above her head.

7 different colored orbs.

A vibrant green representing the power of the Earth, baby blue representing the power of Water, bright red for the power of Fire, while a grey white orb off to the right side of her face showed the power of Air.

A deep purple orb was right at the top of her head illumination her face representing the power of Mind Reading, and further off to her right, the black orb stood for the power of Shape Shifting, and the last orb was a vibrant yellow for the power of Strength.

The dead bodies of her friends had slowly started appearing out of thin air the moment the other Olive stepped out of the closet, the two red headed twins who she befriended both had blood coming from their mouths, the ghost of an everlasting smile engraved onto their pale faces, the Golden Trio were slumped over one another. Draco was hovering over the air closest to her his body drained off blood, his pale skin was now stark white and his hair looked dead and limp as it hung from his face. Her heart shattered at the familiar image of her boyfriend, her jaw clenching tightly raising her wand higher. Harry's scar was carved in rather sloppily, small trickles of blood covering his face his eyes gauged out laying scattered a couple feet away, a heavy feeling swimming over her heart. The familiar red headed boy was covered in soot, baby blue eyes were now a grey color having lost all signs of life in them. His skin was practically white, except for the smudges of Hermione's blood and dirt covering half of his body, the mark on his chest showing the cause of his death. The bushy haired girl, who she had become quite fond of, was dismembered, her head placed messily on Harry's lap her mouth wide open with the eyes wide. Eyeing her bleeding body, Olive clamped her eyes shut to avoid seeing the remaining people scattered around the classroom completely lifeless, pointing her wand at the boggart flicking her wand.

"Riddikulus! Bloody hell-Riddikulus! If you don't fucking change, I will-" Olive's angry voice cut through the silence, the boggart shifting to a never ending amount of exploding fireworks. The pinks and purples illuminating her face, shoving her wand into her robes swiftly making her way out of the room leaving the stunned students in the classroom. 

Hermione had tears in her eyes as she clutched onto both Ron and Harry's hands, who also happened to be in shock. Harry turned to his friends giving them a everlasting look to reassure himself that they were both okay and standing in front of him, a gut wrenching sensation spread from deep in his chest to every inch of his body from staring at his dead friends feeling an immense pity for the short haired witch.

After a short couple of minutes of walking in silence, she wound up in front of Snape's classroom the familiar stabbing pain making it's way through her body making her barge into his room avoiding the side eyes she was receiving from his students. Snape's scowl was replaced by a concerned look, as he eyed the panting girl with tears in her eyes snapping back to his usual demeanor to face his students. His arm lifted, his wand in hand flicking his wrist expertly eyeing his students with the usual scowl who looked around rather lost as to why their potions disappeared so suddenly.

"Class dismissed... write a 9 inch parchment over the potion you chose to create. Don't get used to getting early dismissal, now go!" His harsh tone sent the 3rd years scrambling to grab their belongings, making their way steadily out of the classroom the sound of hushed whispers and clattering of shoes on the stone floor quickly faded as the door closed shut before them.

Snape turned to face Olive whose breathing had gotten harsh, her eyes clamped shut a tight grip on her robes. His features softened reaching out to the girl before she let out a guttural cry, his heart clenching at the unfamiliar sound. Olive's legs gave out, the sound of her knees hitting the ground did nothing for her and no pain compared to the pain she was experiencing at that very moment.

"H-help me..." Before another word left her mouth, he cast a quick muffliato around the room eyeing the girl as her body was flung into the air her body hovering over the air. An ear piercing scream left her mouth, the sharp ringing echoed loudly in his ears shuffling back a couple steps. Waving his wand, a few vials of a deep purple colored potion floated onto his desk, glistening from a small crack of light coming into his room. Severus cast a patronus, staring the doe with an intense stare as he explained the current situation to the professors, the doe splitting up into many speeding off to their destinations leaving the room. A deep pain resonated deep within Snape, hating the fact that all that he could do was watch his goddaughter scream, and not be able to do anything to stop her pain. Olive knew what would happen if she had let her guard down, the powers would take over and she tried her hardest to avoid that. Having only experienced this pain for a millisecond before her mother stepped in, but this pain was only growing. Like you were burning from the inside out except this burning wouldn’t stop, leaving her in a state of no control as her body morphed.

"Fiat ein requiem. Nein requiem meam. Relinquo." Dumbledore's voice echoed throughout the room, her screams subsided almost right away her body slowly floating down to the floor. The stone floor helped soothe the burning sensation on her warm skin, eyes fluttering open blinking away the blurriness. Madam Pomfrey scurried over to the girl sprawled on the stone floor, grabbing Severus' potion uncorking the vial crouching down to the glowing girl. A soft cry left her lips, parting her mouth for the rich purple liquid to trickle down her throat, feeling the coldness from the potion quickly spreading, starting from her throat all the way up to her flushed cheeks, the sensation making it's way down to her hands and feet.

Remus eyed the girl, Olive's pained body was now resembling her boggart. Her biggest fear... was standing right before him. The waist length locks, small braids in her hair with tiny slivers of gold braided into the hair. Golden eyes were scanning her surroundings, a new aurora surrounding the small girl. Olive locked eyes with Remus, his features looked shock with a bit of sympathy laced in his grey-blue eyes. A small grunt emitted from her throat feeling her body regain control of her actions, letting out a small hiss while trying to sit up, the sound of someone making their way over to her didn't go unnoticed by Olive. Remus wrapped his arm around the pained girl, feeling her body relax at his touch helping the trembling girl back onto her feet, giving her a reassuring smile.

"They took over... I c-couldn't stop it. When I saw myself- I let my guard down long enough for them to take over..." Olives voice croaked out, her eyes widening at how smooth her voice had gotten. Tilting her head to the rings littered across her fingers, the emeralds seemingly familiar to the orbs she saw earlier. Four rings were on both hands, one of the larger rings was closest to her knuckle on her left hand ring finger, a smaller ring snug on her pinky, the Mind Reading stone and the Shape Shifting stone. On her thumb on her right hand hand had a thicker ring with small engravings of waves into the silver, that happened to be the Water stone, and the ring on her middle finger was the Fire stone. The glint of a gold chain hanging around her ankle catching her attention, paying attention to the Earth stone that was split up to form a small heart on her leg. A stinging sensation was brought to her ear, taking small steps forward, the chatter between the adults fading from her mind as she made her way over to a mirror, tucking a strand of her new found long hair behind her ear. Two earrings were embedded into her soft skin, a small stud of the Air stone was in her first hole while the Strength stone was shining brightly behind the stud, as a tiny vine made out of an amber cupped her other ear.

December 22nd, 1993. Hogwarts Corridor. 12:05 pm.

Olivia had her hair braided into two long braids that went down her back, shuffling outside the Great Hall entrance waiting for her two twins to show up. Albus helped her place a charm over her eyes to hide the bright gold, but no matter how many times she chopped her hair off it instantly grew back. The Hogwarts uniform seemed rather bland on her body compared to the intense beauty radiating off of her, her white button up was perfectly hiding how her skin shone brightly. Her earrings were on full display, but she quite liked how it made her seem along with the rings on her tanned fingers. A cough to her left made her head snap to the startling sound, relaxing as she locked eyes with the twins.

"What happened to your short hair?" Fred teased, reaching out a hand to twirl a loose curl around his finger enjoying the way it curled around his long finger perfectly. A grin made it's way onto her face bringing one of the braids to the front, sending Fred a playful wink. George noted how she carried herself differently, she no longer had that tiny sliver of timidness when she first met them. Olive radiated of confidence and authority, something George wasn't accustomed to but he liked how she seemed much happier now.

"A spell gone wrong, but it's fine. Would you like to go in or are we going to be enjoying our food out here?" The twins nodded happily, each wrapping an arm around the younger Hufflepuff whose face was sporting a massive grin. Olive opened the door with the flick of her wand, the two redheaded twins letting out a loud whistle, eyeing the chattering students who were scattered throughout the Great Hall, a few people stared at the three before turning their attention back to their friends. Fred kissed her cheek cheekily, unwrapping his arm from around her, making his way over to Lee Jordan, a boy she'd been introduced to at the beginning of the school year shortly after she met the twins.

Olive turned to face the other twin whose face was a light pink, giving her a soft smile walking her over to her seat. She's always sat near the far end side of the table, closest to the Professors table, either by herself or surrounded by the friends she had made so far into the school year. George and Olive plopped down, enjoying their lunch before George tried to steal the last sandwich his long fingers almost succeeding if it weren't for the short witch slapping his hand.

December 22nd, 1993. The Great Hall. 12:47 pm.

"-and then... and then he slipped in the middle of the dance!" A loud snort left Olive's lips as she tried to contain her laughter, slapping her hand over her reddening face. George had just finished explaining what happened at Yule Ball practice with Fred and his date, his face almost as red as his fiery red hair. Fred had managed to slip on his foot sending him and the girl he was dancing with, tumbling to the floor along with other dancers around them. He wasn't able to look at the girl the same, avoiding mentioning it ever happened and attempted to send spells at anyone who dared to speak of it, which made Olive rather proud of her red headed friend. Placing her hand on George's shoulder trying to muffle her laughter, feeling the soft chuckles subside her cheeks cooling down slightly.

"That was great" Olive chocked out, grasping the golden goblet in front of her taking a small sip of the cooling liquid inside. Setting the goblet down on the dark oak table, shifting to face the grinning boy who happened to already be staring at her. His eyes twinkled in amusement leaning forward slightly to push a strand of her hair back, caressing her cheek softly. Olive felt a tingling sensation spread down to her hands, her breath hitching scooting back from the boys touch. A flash of hurt flashed across his eyes setting his hand back onto the table, taking a swig from his goblet a small trickle of the orange liquid trickled down his throat. Her small fingers reached out to wipe away the liquid, seeing his body tense up slowly setting the metal down, eyeing her cautiously as she inched her way closer to him, cupping his hand into her softly.

"Sorry for pulling away, Georgie... I couldn't have you kissing me because-"

"Because she's got a boyfriend, Weasel. Now get lost" The sound of Draco's voice made her hands quickly detach themselves from Georges, turning her head to look up at his seething face. The sunlight coming from the windows up above made his milky skin have a golden hue to it, his grey eyes were nearly pitch black and narrowed at the red head. Georges face hardened standing up from his position, his body towering over the 4th Year Slytherin, the sound of someone running over to them caught her attention but as she went to turn toward the sound of the footsteps Fred had popped up beside his twin glaring at Draco.

"Back off, Malfoy. Wouldn't want to hurt you in front of our little friend now would we...?" Fred's voice was laced with anger, his eyes darkening as he twirled his wand in front of him cocking his eyebrow at the white haired boy. Draco instinctively tugged his wand out pointing it at the slightly shorter Weasley twin, jabbing his chest harshly before they were both throw back from one another, both of their bodies slamming onto the floor feeling the painful sensation creeping up their backs.

Olive's face was stone hard her brown eyes were now a light golden color, not as vibrant as they had been last night but they were enough to show the change in her. Tucking her wand back into her robe, reaching a hand out to Draco seeing as George had already helped his other half up. Draco's eyes were apologetic, eyes widening as he scanned her golden eyes before he could say anything she had already muttered the spell her headmaster had taught her letting her eyes turn back to normal. Swiveling on her heels to face the twins, giving them an apologetic smile reaching out a hand to the taller twin, grasping her tiny hand in his large hand.

"Thank you for standing up for me, Freddie but you didn't have to... Draco can get overprotective at times but he doesn't mean any harm-"

"Are you defending that...bloody ferret-"

"-after he knocked me back?"

"I knocked you both back, Fred. And don't call him that." Olive gave him a soft smile, patting his hand gently giving him a warm smile. Their faces looked completely an utterly lost, as they eyed the two, before realization washed over George. His eyes softened slightly, letting out a deep sigh as he pulled his hand out of his pocked running his fingers through his long hair. Fred eyed the white haired boy noticing the look he had on his face as he eyed the girl standing before him, proving to him that he truly did care for her. The only reason he knew that just by looking at the two of them, was because Fred always caught his twin brother looking at the curly haired witch in the exact same way.

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harry styles

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The soft sounds of the far away waves sent relief washing over her, clutching onto her walking stick tighter at the sound of footsteps nearing her. Angelica stepped further to the side in case the person behind her needed to get by, her curls bouncing on her face from the sudden gust of wind that blew over her. Much to her dismay the footsteps didn't stop, they seemed to linger behind the small girl. Pushing her dark sunglasses further up the bridge of her nose, taking large steps down the familiar sidewalk. Her body was slightly tense at the now mocking footsteps, trying to ignore the uncertainty climbing up her chest. Angelica swiveled on her heels, standing in front of whatever it may be that was following her, the footsteps came to an abrupt stop not too far from her. She tightened her grip on her walking stick, preparing to unsheathe the sword within it in case the figure wanted to try anything on the girl. Angelica ignored blobs of moving shapes and dark spots in front of her eyes, something she had grown quite used to and tried to peer at him through the smallest little amount of light her eyes let her see.

"Look, I don't know if you've noticed but if you wanted to try to rob me you could have easily done so. Don't have much except for my phone, and my lovely walking stick but it's rather odd having you follow me around like a lost puppy," Angelica spoke out loud, her voice coming out clear in the cool night the figure standing before her seemed surprised to hear those words come from her mouth. Harry eyed the girl in front of him, her curls coming to rest a little above her shoulders hiding that perfect neck of hers that he had seen in the bakery. When he walked in to taste whatever it may have been that smelled so nicely, he never expected it to be the sweet girl with the gorgeous curls. His mouth nearly watered when he followed her down the sidewalk in the empty time of night, her scent intoxicating him, the smell of cinnamon and honey lingered around her body and he couldn't stop himself from wanting to take a nibble. His ring cladded hands came out of his pockets, crossing his arms across his chest at the sight of the unwavering girl before him. Harry was confused at the use of the stick, wanting to know why a little human was carrying around such a large piece of wood.

"Why do you carry a stick around? Looks rather stupid. On the other hand...I don't remember reading about this, is this new to your species?" His thick accent sent her body into a whirlwind of different emotions, confused at his use of words. Species? Is this dude Russian or something? Angelica was very lost, taking a step towards the odd man ignoring the ever growing tension.

"I'm blind. You know what that is right? I can't see you, or anything in this world. Only small amounts of light, but nothing more. That's why I carry around a stick, thank you very much" She explained, taking another step towards him catching scent of a small hint of mint coming from the husky voiced guy. Angelica noticed the guy hadn't made any advances on her quite yet, but she didn't let her guard down.

"You can't see me? Hmm... this is relatively new," Before she could utter anything, a small gust of wind came rushing onto her flushed skin, the sensation of a pair of large hands grabbing her arms caught her attention. The mint she had gotten a whiff of was significantly stronger, his warm breath fanning over her exposed neck the young girl closed her eyes out of fear. Untwisting the lid off her sword carefully, letting the wooden lid fall onto the concrete the soft sound of clanging filled the silence. Harry noticed the glinting metal the second the cover came off the wood, stepping away from her as far he could to get the stinging sensation coursing through his body to stop. She stood in a defensive stance holding the sword expertly in her hands, turning her face all sorts of directions at the sound of any small sound in the night. Angelica clenched her jaw at the sound of a small twig snap sent her sword swinging in the direction, the heavy metal swishing through the air.

"Love... don't be foolish. Let me have a bite and I'll consider letting you live-"

"How comforting!"

"Little human-"

"Don’t call me little human you inconsiderate shrimp!" Angelica growled, her grip tightening on the sword as she turned to where she last heard his voice. Her feet sent her walking towards the shuffling footsteps, breaking into a full sprint as he ran further away from her. She knew every little tree, twig and rock in this forest so she had no trouble getting around the plush area. Holding her hand out a small vibrating coming from her hands, the sound of her wooden cover rapidly cutting through the air filled the silence in the forest, clutching the cover back onto her sword standing in an open clearing waiting for the mysterious British boy to appear once again.

"What are you doing out here, doll? Don't you know of all the dangers laying in these woods? Tsk tsk... might have to teach you a lesson," Another voice rumbled from behind her, having a similar voice to the other guy but she quickly noticed that they were not the same person. As quick as she could let out a small breath, the cold man had a tight grip on her moving her body away from the glinting silver pulling her as close to him as humanly possible. The feeling of her walking stick being tossed aside onto the plush grass sent shivers down her spine, feeling more defenseless than she had earlier. She felt his hair tickling her jaw as he leaned close to her bare neck much like the man before him had done, taking a large whiff of her intoxicating scent. Silence overcame her as she waited for his next move, tensing almost immediately as the warm sensation of his tongue licking at a small area of her neck. Liam growled softly, enjoying the taste of her intoxicating scent on his warm tongue. One of his hands was wrapped around her waist, while the other was supporting her head exposing her neck. Bringing her warm body against his stone cold body once more, ignoring the way her body tensed when her body came in contact with his.

"Bloody hell... you taste amazing, doll." Angelica closed her eyes, trying to regulate her heavy breathing. His lips pressed a gentle kiss to her neck directly over where he left a wet spot on her neck, sinking his awaiting teeth into her neck. The taste of blood made it's way to his mouth, groaning at the sweet taste of the never ending crimson liquid trickling from her neck. She tasted super sweet with a small tang but he couldn't get enough of it, trying to take the biggest drink from her as he could. Angelica put two and two together, cursing herself for bumping into a vampire of all people, trying to blink away the stinging sensation making it's way all over her body. Writhing slightly in his hold feeling herself growing weaker the longer he spent sucking on her neck, his hands tightening around her making the young girl whimper.

"Liam. Drop her this instant," The familiar sound of the British guys voice made its away into her ears, his voice sounding rather far away. Liam withdrew his teeth from her soft flesh, letting her body crumple to the floor. Angelica winced softly at the feeling of the rough ground come in contact with her body, trying to regain her consciousness from the slight dazed state she was currently in. Her hands felt around the ground for her walking stick, making her way around her surroundings ignoring the footsteps from the two guys above her, the tip of her pinkie brushing against the humming wood tugging the familiar weapon into her embrace.

"She was mine... "

"You were nowhere around, sir. Your scent was nowhere on her, so I figured-"

"Well you thought wrong. Go before I do something I regret," Almost as quick as he had appeared, Liam disappeared into the night sky leaving only the crumpled girl on the ground and the menacing vampire looming over her. She heaved herself off the floor, pushing through the dizziness that tried to wash over her.

"I apologize for Liam, love. He has no control. He's still new to the pack, so please let me apologize on his behalf," Angelica almost lashed out on the guy but held herself back, knowing she wouldn't be any better than the guy who decided to sink his teeth into her neck. She felt herself nodding softly, clutching her cane tightly knowing it was best to keep her distance to matter how much her body yearned to be in his bubble once again.

“Could I ask a favor of you?”

“Anything, love”

“Could you help me get back home?” Angelica hated herself for asking, but her sense of direction was all messed up after getting thrown every which way. Her hands tensed up as the boy was at her side in an instant, his hand resting on the small of her back as all she felt was the harsh wind slapping against her face.

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