Darkest desires

b l o n d i e

Chloé POV
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I'm not used to this Scotland weather. I never was, and I never wanted to be.

I am standing outside of the Great hall, with my body shivering in cold from the freezing wind coming from an opened window nearby. This corridor is under a touch of mysterious darkness and cold, just like the whole castle. Since it's already dark outside, the only sources of light are the lit torches and candles on the stone walls. Everything in here is made from stone - the tall walls, floor and even some door.

It's nothing like classy Beauxbatons. Nothing.

I didn't think it would be this cold when packing my clothes. Back in my old school, I used to wear light clothes, usually a thin flown skirt with a blouse type of thing. The weather was always nice in there, the sun always shining. God, how much I miss it.

Colloportus, I mumbled and waved my wand at the opened window. It closed within a second.

I was just about to deeply sigh from all the waiting - I am very, very impatient person, when all of sudden, the big entrance door to the Great hall opened itself. I quickly brushed through my wavy blonde hair with my fingers and took a deep inhale.

"And now, please welcome our new student," announced a deep male voice loudly from inside of the hall.

I don't really want to be here, but my family didn't give me a choice. After my sister's death, I've changed much, too much, my mother says, and closed into myself. She thought it was a good idea to change schools, bring a new perspective on life. So here I am now, a year later from her death, in cloudy and cold Hogwarts.

"Chloé Delacour!" The headmaster Dumbledore yelled and I felt everyone's gaze land on me immediately. I could hear the students gasp as he said my surname. I'm pretty sure the thought of my sister, Fleur Delacour, popped in their minds.

I walked through a long line between two tables, feeling hundreds of people judging me. I didn't want to meet anyone's eyes, so I countinued looking straight to where I was headed. When I walked up next to Dumbledore, he firmly shook my hand.

"She came from our partner school Beauxbatons in France. Some of you surely remember the Triwizard Tournament, where her older sister, Fleur Delacour, competed. Oh, and Harry Potter saved Miss Chloé in one of the competitions, if you remember," yeah, he should've just let me fucking drown, "she's going to be attending the sixth year. I'm giving you my trust that you'll make her feel welcome."

I was standing next to him and didn't really know what to do or where to look. I ran through some of the faces looking, for a familiar one, but my sight is not so well so I gave up.

"And now, the Hat will sort her into one of our four houses, you do know them, right, Ms. Delacour?"

"I do, sir." I nodded, kinda proud that my voice didn't crack.

He pointed to the chair where I was supposed to sit and did that. After a moment, a tall skinny woman put the hat on my head. I've read about the houses at Hogwarts a long time ago and always knew I'm definitely a Slytherin.

"Oh, what do we have here... I see ambition and... oh yes, you're very clever, too...hmm... cunning, I see..."

I rolled my eyes because I already knew that.

"SLYTHERIN!" Shouted the hat.

Great, now I can take the smelly old hat out of my hair. When I imagine how many people had it on their heads, it makes me wanna throw up. I'm definitely washing my hair tonight.

I could see the disappointment in Dumbledores eyes, he's probably comparing me to my perfect sister and doesn't understand how I ended up in Slytherin. But I don't want to bother with him.

My ears caught a few shoutouts and whistlings from one particular table. Slytherin, I assumed, and walked straight there to sit.

I wasn't struggling with finding a seat. A boy, probably the same age as me, offered me to sit next to him and I did so with no hesitation.

"Nice clothes, better enjoy them while you can." He whispered to me when I sat down.

The table is almost as long the hall, a few plates with food and drinks are in the middle. I looked over the tables of other houses, where everyone is smiling and seems happy. Except this one. Great, I really do belong here.

"Thanks, I guess. Do you seriously have to wear that?" I meant the ugly black cloaks that everyone is wearing.

"Yeah, seriously," he laughed, "but don't worry, you'll get used to that. And anyways, we can still wear whatever we want in our common room and on free days."

"Oh, okay..." I mumbled and hoped he'll shut up now.

"I'm Blaise. Zabini." He said after a while and raised his hand in front of me.

"Chloé." I faked a smile and shook his hand.

I just had a two hour train ride in a rainy weather, so I don't really feel like being the nicest person right now. The only thing I want is to sleep.

"Flirting already, Blaise? Slow down before you scare her." Said a blonde boy with grin on his pale face.

First thing I've noticed while examining his face was a very pale skin, so pale that it nearly fades with his platinum blonde hair. I've never seen more gorgeous blue eyes than he has, almost grey, like the sky when it's foggy and sad.

"Would take a lot more than that to scare me, blondie." I said confidently with a serious face.

He gave me a dead stare. His eyes wandered through my body for a while, it almost felt like he was pinning me to my seat. Then he looked away with a scoff.

"I'm not gonna take that personally." Babbled Blaise, but I ignored him, because why would I continue in this ridiculous conversation if I can eat? The food in front of me looks yummy.

The Great hall is filled with friendly and happy atmosphere, exactly the kind I've been missing for the past year.

"A Beauxbaton girl in Slytherin...you must be kidding me." The pale boy seemed to have some problem with my sorted house.

"Excuse me?" I rolled my eyes and stopped eating.

"You're never gonna fit in." He responded with a dead voice, showing no emotions. His eyes didn't even look into mine while talking, why should I take this seriously? He just kept eating and insulting me.

Who the hell he think he is?

"You know what? You should really mind your own fucking business." I said with a serious face and stuffed my mouth with roasted duck.

So yummy, but it would be even yummier if everyone at our table wasn't staring at me with curious faces. I feel like I'm a wild animal in a circus full of people.

He slowly leaned over to me, so close to my head that I could hear him breathe. His perfume hit my nose and I was surprised with how good it smelled. I think everyone could feel the tension between us.

"If you ever talk to me like that, you'll be very sorry." He said while staring into my eyes.

And then he left the hall, his plate of food was almost full. What a waste...

Great. I've already made one person hate me and I'm not even here for an hour.

What a fucking great way to start a new school.