Dark Blood // D.M.

NEW POSITIONS

Armena Riddle-Lestrange

After our eventful class in the forbidden forest, rumors started to swirl around about how the Hippogriff almost took off Draco's arm. There was no doubt in my mind that Draco was the one to start these rumors. He seemed to be basking in all of the attention from the many different witches that gave it to him. 

"So tell me how he asked you again?" Naomi squeezed my arm, jumping up and down.

We rounded the corner of the corridor, coming face to face with the large wooden doors to the great hall. It was supper time and I was famished. 

"Nay—" I let out a sigh, "It really wasn't anything special. Theo just asked me to the pub this weekend." 

"It's Theo! He's a total babe" she slaps my arm. "Well, he used to be quite unfortunate actually until our seventh year and then something changed but honestly its for the better." 

I hook my arm under Naomi's as we turn the corner into the great hall. I could always tell that Theo was lesser, looks wise, than the other boys. He was lanky, had some muscle but the way he held himself was different than the other Slytherins. I shook my head, trying to orient my thoughts. Theo was a great catch, at least he didn't gawk at me or stare like everyone else did. Not to mention at least he didn't leave me on the forest floor. 

At least he wasn't a fucking bipolar, blonde headed prick. 

"Maybe I can ask Theo, you know, if he can get Oliver to come" I bit my lip.

Naomi looked at me with wide, doe eyes. She started bouncing up and down, like a toddler getting candy. I always amazed me how very un-slytherin she was. She was constantly in high spirits and never without a smile. It was very off considering most of the Slytherins were all doom and gloom, hiding in the shadows. I expected that there was a reason she was placed into Slytherin. She had to have cunning and ambition, a trait that seemed to revolve around those who were chosen to become snakes. 

"Please" she begged, yanking on my arm. "Do you think he will come? I mean if you ask?" 

"I will try and work my magic" I smirked at the petite witch. 

"Maybe Pansy and Draco can come?" she shrugged her shoulders.

"Oh please for the love of Merlin, no" I said through my teeth. "Please, nothing with Draco Malfoy."

"Why?" she asks, as she studies my features. 

"Him and I—" I pause looking up at the stone ceiling of the hall, "we just don't get along."

She narrowed her chocolate brown eyes at me. Her short blonde hair brushing her shoulders as she tilted her head slightly to one side. Observant. That was Naomi's winning trait, she was always listening and always watching. 

"I always felt like you two would be like—" she bit her lip, "I don't know a perfect match. I mean, not in like the dating sense but you two have a lot in common. It's quite frightening really."

I let out an exasperated huff, feeling my veins under my skin contract with annoyance. Draco and I had nothing in common. We were polar opposites: yin and yang. 

"Naomi? Seriously, you have to be joking right now. Draco and I? We do not have anything in common other than the fact that he's a Death Eater and I'm The Dark Lord's daughter. I have more in common with a toad. How much muggle weed have you smoked? Really?" 

"Sounds like a pretty good start to a muggle romance novel to me. I'm being serious, we all know he can't stand  Pansy" she looks at me again.