Stars Go Blue: Chapter 8
Standard Disclaimer applies. Mature.
Now that summer was over, Mara quickly adapted to the hustle and bustle of castle life at Hogwarts. She heard the rumours flying about her, and the whispers behind her back, but maintained a disinterested demeanor, allowing her emotions to spill forth only when locked away in her room. In the classrooms, however, she was too busy taking over Hermione's role as class bookworm, surprising everyone and causing even more speculation about who she could be.
The only thing that truly bothered her, if she was honest, was a certain aristocratic blonde, with whom she shared a bathroom and common room.
Well, it isn't so much him as her...Every night I walk in here and she's snogging him, or they're half-dressed and practically going at it right on the couch....
"And she uses my shampoo!"
"Actually," Draco's familiar drawl broke her from her thoughts and the kickboxing that had punctuated it, "Ginny hasn't used your shampoo...I have. It smells good.....and makes my hair shiny."
"That," Mara smirked at Draco, "was quite possibly the most feminine thing I have ever heard from a guy...even gay ones."
She paused, then continued, "Unless, of course, you were about to ask if you could borrow my nail polish too?"
"Shut up, there's nothing feminine about wanting to look good...it isn't a gender thing. That's proven by the fact that there are so many ugly girls," Draco's smirk had settled itself comfortably on his mouth again, causing Mara's heart to skip slightly.
Damn it Mara, control yourself. Even if he wasn't with the Weasel, you still would have no chance.
"Very funny Drake," she purred, knowing he would hate the nickname, " I've had enough, I'm going to shower...with my shampoo, and then work on my potions essay...something you should do as well. I've heard Slughorn is a lot tougher since Potter isn't here."
As she walked away, her thoughts flew up to the note from Harry that lay on her desk, creased and smudged slightly from her constant perusal of it.
Mara,
We found it. We're coming back to Hogwarts tomorrow.
- Harry
~*~*~
The next morning Mara took extra care preparing herself. She was anticipating Harry's arrival and wanted, for some reason, to look good for it. She knew that the dark haired boy would be well sought after, but she couldn't help but feel drawn to him. Sure, at first it had seemed a sibling-like feeling, but that could change. He was smart, good looking, and haunted by the same demons as she...and of course, there was always the niggling hope that he would be able to help take her mind off of the biggest problem in her life...a certain annoyingly handsome pureblood she shared a dorm with.
She paused in the midst of applying her lipgloss and listened...there were voices coming from her common room... and very loud voices at that....
"Draco, come on, you knew what we were."
"I think that you neglected to tell me that I was a tide-over til Wonderboy and his cronies got back. What was it Ginny, if Potter kicks off then at least I'll have Malfoy, so my bed won't be empty?" Draco's voice had a hard edge to it, sounding calm, albeit louder than normal. "Fuck Ginny, I can't believe this. All I was to you was a sexual stress reliever, right?"
I can't let on how much this is hurting me. Maybe father was right... This is one Malfoy rule that I will thank him for... Not showing my pain as my heart is broken.
"Shut up Malfoy, Mara will be all over you the moment I walk out of this dorm. I've seen how she looks at you with longing and glares at me with loathing. I'm not blind."
"Maybe she only glares because she has had to walk in on us snogging all the time, and thought you used her shampoo." Draco smiled at the memory of Mara's frustrations about her disappearing shampoo being taken out through kickboxing, and Ginny didn't overlook it.
"You've been with her already haven't you?"
"If that's what you think Ginny," Draco's voice trailed off with a note of what Mara knew to be resignation, and she determined to go out and get at least one thing straight.
"Ginerva...how pleasant to have my morning peace shattered by you screeching about how I've slept with your boyfriend. Which, considering you're always on top of him when I'm around is ridiculous...and besides that, I don't steal boys. I would imagine that you're blessed that Harry doesn't know about your late night excursions to bed-dance with my dorm mate here though. After all, I'm sure he'd love to know that the girl he was trying so hard to protect was shagging his school rival." Mara's outburst had the two ex-lovers both staring at her in shock. Hmm, I guess that Harry quip must have been more accurate than I foresaw.
"What do you know about Harry?" Ginny's eyes flashed.
"I know that he and Draco both deserve better than this. Get your shit figured out before you drag others into the drama." With that edict, Mara brushed past the fuming red-head and went down to the lake, the resumed argument between Malfoy and Weasley following her.
~*~*~
Draco found her beneath the large weeping willow, looking out over the lake. She looked natural, like she should have birds and fuzzy animals surrounding her, chirping and chattering along as she sang to them.
That only happens in stories Draco. Honestly, get a grip. You came here to apologize...best get it over with. Apologize...what a foreign concept...a Malfoy isn't supposed to make mistakes, let alone apologize for them! And this wasn't even your fault...
He strode forward purposefully, only to pause upon hearing her voice singing a plaintive yet rich tune...somehow foreign and familiar at once.
Dancing where the stars go blue...Dancing where the evening fell
Dancing in your wooden shoes...In a wedding gown.
Dancing out on seventh street...Dancing through the underground
Dancing little marionette...Are you happy now?
Where do you go when you're lonely...Where do you go when you're blue
Where do you go when you're lonely...I will follow you
When the stars go blue...when the stars go blue...when the stars go blue...stars go blue.
Laughing with your pretty mouth...Laughing with your broken eyes
Laughing with your lover's tongue...In the lullabies
Where do you go when you're lonely...Where do you go when you're blue
Where do you go when you're lonely...I'll follow you
When the stars go blue...when the stars go blue...when the stars go blue...stars go blue...
"I didn't know you sang," the words slipped from Draco's lips before he realized he'd even thought them.
"Oh. I don't," she smirked at him, a habit of hers he found very attractive, "at least, not any more than I breathe."
"I came to apologize," he started awkwardly, "Ginny was..."
"Being a witch?" Mara laughed at her own joke, "Honestly, it doesn't matter. The only thing that bothered me was the idea she had that I might have the hots for you."
Her eyes twinkled when she said it, causing Draco to laugh. Quickly trying to salvage his composure, he blurted the first thing that came to mind. Unfortunately, that happened to be,
"You know you want some of the Malfoy bacon."
Mara burst out in uncontrollable laughter that danced merrily through the trees.
"M..M...Malfoy bacon? WHAT?" She managed to squeak out the question through her laughter and tears.
He couldn't help but join in laughing at his own expense...
"I don't know, it's just what popped into my head."
Laughter subsiding found Mara once again looking out over the lake, this time in silence. Draco dropped next to her, suddenly longing to tangle his fingers in those dark loose curls and snog the girl senseless.
Feeling his eyes burning holes into her, she turned and cocked an eyebrow at him, "What Malfoy?"
Draco swallowed hard, wracking his brain for something to say to excuse his rude staring.
This is absurd Draco, you are a Malfoy; Malfoy's are never at a loss for words. Besides, you just broke up with Ginny... How fair is it to make Mara your one night stand, rebound fling? So what if she has those amazing eyes, and long legs, and lovely curls...alright Malfoy, that's it...pull yourself together! Think virginal thoughts or she'll know exactly how you are feeling right now...and the correct term for that would be 'hard'.
Attempting to block his body's telling reaction to her, he asked "Are you part Veela?"
Flattered, Mara laughed, "Ach, no Draco. I'm not part Veela. I am part Scottish though."
She grinned and added, "And...EnglishGermanChzechUkrainianNorwegianPolishDutchandIrish."
Draco's thoughts having turned lucid again, and his tongue loosened to say what he meant, he quipped, "Just a regular mutt aren't you?"
Mara just laughed, uninsulted, "Maybe so, Malfoy, maybe so. But at least my family isn't inbred... And as far as I know, there's no "bacon"-producing pigs in my ancestry either."
A shout of laughter uncharacteristically spilled forth from Draco's mouth. No one had ever so aptly described what some pureblood families had done in their desperation to preserve their bloodlines... The inbreeding part was accurate at least... After all, something had to explain Bulstrode, Crabbe and Goyle, didn't it?
A companionable silence settled over them again as they watched the Giant Squid wave at nothing in particular.
"So...why this spot to skip classes at?" Draco broke the silence eventually.
"Well, it seemed private," here she looked pointedly at Draco, who showed no remorse whatsoever, "but also because my grand-dad told me that when you're here at night and a strong witch or wizard is also here...and sad, then the stars here actually turn blue. It's kinda a special spot."
All at once the quip about skipping classes clicked in her brain.
"Oh no!" she said, (her face suddenly looking remarkably like Granger's, according to Draco) "We're supposed to be doing a really complex transfiguration today!"
Accio-ing her bag, she rushed in to the castle to her class, only a minute late. When Draco strolled casually into the room five minutes later, his excuse of being distracted by a bacon-starved nymph was directed at Mara... Who had a tough job of attempting to hold in her giggles.
Now that summer was over, Mara quickly adapted to the hustle and bustle of castle life at Hogwarts. She heard the rumours flying about her, and the whispers behind her back, but maintained a disinterested demeanor, allowing her emotions to spill forth only when locked away in her room. In the classrooms, however, she was too busy taking over Hermione's role as class bookworm, surprising everyone and causing even more speculation about who she could be.
The only thing that truly bothered her, if she was honest, was a certain aristocratic blonde, with whom she shared a bathroom and common room.
Well, it isn't so much him as her...Every night I walk in here and she's snogging him, or they're half-dressed and practically going at it right on the couch....
"And she uses my shampoo!"
"Actually," Draco's familiar drawl broke her from her thoughts and the kickboxing that had punctuated it, "Ginny hasn't used your shampoo...I have. It smells good.....and makes my hair shiny."
"That," Mara smirked at Draco, "was quite possibly the most feminine thing I have ever heard from a guy...even gay ones."
She paused, then continued, "Unless, of course, you were about to ask if you could borrow my nail polish too?"
"Shut up, there's nothing feminine about wanting to look good...it isn't a gender thing. That's proven by the fact that there are so many ugly girls," Draco's smirk had settled itself comfortably on his mouth again, causing Mara's heart to skip slightly.
Damn it Mara, control yourself. Even if he wasn't with the Weasel, you still would have no chance.
"Very funny Drake," she purred, knowing he would hate the nickname, " I've had enough, I'm going to shower...with my shampoo, and then work on my potions essay...something you should do as well. I've heard Slughorn is a lot tougher since Potter isn't here."
As she walked away, her thoughts flew up to the note from Harry that lay on her desk, creased and smudged slightly from her constant perusal of it.
Mara,
We found it. We're coming back to Hogwarts tomorrow.
- Harry
~*~*~
The next morning Mara took extra care preparing herself. She was anticipating Harry's arrival and wanted, for some reason, to look good for it. She knew that the dark haired boy would be well sought after, but she couldn't help but feel drawn to him. Sure, at first it had seemed a sibling-like feeling, but that could change. He was smart, good looking, and haunted by the same demons as she...and of course, there was always the niggling hope that he would be able to help take her mind off of the biggest problem in her life...a certain annoyingly handsome pureblood she shared a dorm with.
She paused in the midst of applying her lipgloss and listened...there were voices coming from her common room... and very loud voices at that....
"Draco, come on, you knew what we were."
"I think that you neglected to tell me that I was a tide-over til Wonderboy and his cronies got back. What was it Ginny, if Potter kicks off then at least I'll have Malfoy, so my bed won't be empty?" Draco's voice had a hard edge to it, sounding calm, albeit louder than normal. "Fuck Ginny, I can't believe this. All I was to you was a sexual stress reliever, right?"
I can't let on how much this is hurting me. Maybe father was right... This is one Malfoy rule that I will thank him for... Not showing my pain as my heart is broken.
"Shut up Malfoy, Mara will be all over you the moment I walk out of this dorm. I've seen how she looks at you with longing and glares at me with loathing. I'm not blind."
"Maybe she only glares because she has had to walk in on us snogging all the time, and thought you used her shampoo." Draco smiled at the memory of Mara's frustrations about her disappearing shampoo being taken out through kickboxing, and Ginny didn't overlook it.
"You've been with her already haven't you?"
"If that's what you think Ginny," Draco's voice trailed off with a note of what Mara knew to be resignation, and she determined to go out and get at least one thing straight.
"Ginerva...how pleasant to have my morning peace shattered by you screeching about how I've slept with your boyfriend. Which, considering you're always on top of him when I'm around is ridiculous...and besides that, I don't steal boys. I would imagine that you're blessed that Harry doesn't know about your late night excursions to bed-dance with my dorm mate here though. After all, I'm sure he'd love to know that the girl he was trying so hard to protect was shagging his school rival." Mara's outburst had the two ex-lovers both staring at her in shock. Hmm, I guess that Harry quip must have been more accurate than I foresaw.
"What do you know about Harry?" Ginny's eyes flashed.
"I know that he and Draco both deserve better than this. Get your shit figured out before you drag others into the drama." With that edict, Mara brushed past the fuming red-head and went down to the lake, the resumed argument between Malfoy and Weasley following her.
~*~*~
Draco found her beneath the large weeping willow, looking out over the lake. She looked natural, like she should have birds and fuzzy animals surrounding her, chirping and chattering along as she sang to them.
That only happens in stories Draco. Honestly, get a grip. You came here to apologize...best get it over with. Apologize...what a foreign concept...a Malfoy isn't supposed to make mistakes, let alone apologize for them! And this wasn't even your fault...
He strode forward purposefully, only to pause upon hearing her voice singing a plaintive yet rich tune...somehow foreign and familiar at once.
Dancing where the stars go blue...Dancing where the evening fell
Dancing in your wooden shoes...In a wedding gown.
Dancing out on seventh street...Dancing through the underground
Dancing little marionette...Are you happy now?
Where do you go when you're lonely...Where do you go when you're blue
Where do you go when you're lonely...I will follow you
When the stars go blue...when the stars go blue...when the stars go blue...stars go blue.
Laughing with your pretty mouth...Laughing with your broken eyes
Laughing with your lover's tongue...In the lullabies
Where do you go when you're lonely...Where do you go when you're blue
Where do you go when you're lonely...I'll follow you
When the stars go blue...when the stars go blue...when the stars go blue...stars go blue...
"I didn't know you sang," the words slipped from Draco's lips before he realized he'd even thought them.
"Oh. I don't," she smirked at him, a habit of hers he found very attractive, "at least, not any more than I breathe."
"I came to apologize," he started awkwardly, "Ginny was..."
"Being a witch?" Mara laughed at her own joke, "Honestly, it doesn't matter. The only thing that bothered me was the idea she had that I might have the hots for you."
Her eyes twinkled when she said it, causing Draco to laugh. Quickly trying to salvage his composure, he blurted the first thing that came to mind. Unfortunately, that happened to be,
"You know you want some of the Malfoy bacon."
Mara burst out in uncontrollable laughter that danced merrily through the trees.
"M..M...Malfoy bacon? WHAT?" She managed to squeak out the question through her laughter and tears.
He couldn't help but join in laughing at his own expense...
"I don't know, it's just what popped into my head."
Laughter subsiding found Mara once again looking out over the lake, this time in silence. Draco dropped next to her, suddenly longing to tangle his fingers in those dark loose curls and snog the girl senseless.
Feeling his eyes burning holes into her, she turned and cocked an eyebrow at him, "What Malfoy?"
Draco swallowed hard, wracking his brain for something to say to excuse his rude staring.
This is absurd Draco, you are a Malfoy; Malfoy's are never at a loss for words. Besides, you just broke up with Ginny... How fair is it to make Mara your one night stand, rebound fling? So what if she has those amazing eyes, and long legs, and lovely curls...alright Malfoy, that's it...pull yourself together! Think virginal thoughts or she'll know exactly how you are feeling right now...and the correct term for that would be 'hard'.
Attempting to block his body's telling reaction to her, he asked "Are you part Veela?"
Flattered, Mara laughed, "Ach, no Draco. I'm not part Veela. I am part Scottish though."
She grinned and added, "And...EnglishGermanChzechUkrainianNorwegianPolishDutchandIrish."
Draco's thoughts having turned lucid again, and his tongue loosened to say what he meant, he quipped, "Just a regular mutt aren't you?"
Mara just laughed, uninsulted, "Maybe so, Malfoy, maybe so. But at least my family isn't inbred... And as far as I know, there's no "bacon"-producing pigs in my ancestry either."
A shout of laughter uncharacteristically spilled forth from Draco's mouth. No one had ever so aptly described what some pureblood families had done in their desperation to preserve their bloodlines... The inbreeding part was accurate at least... After all, something had to explain Bulstrode, Crabbe and Goyle, didn't it?
A companionable silence settled over them again as they watched the Giant Squid wave at nothing in particular.
"So...why this spot to skip classes at?" Draco broke the silence eventually.
"Well, it seemed private," here she looked pointedly at Draco, who showed no remorse whatsoever, "but also because my grand-dad told me that when you're here at night and a strong witch or wizard is also here...and sad, then the stars here actually turn blue. It's kinda a special spot."
All at once the quip about skipping classes clicked in her brain.
"Oh no!" she said, (her face suddenly looking remarkably like Granger's, according to Draco) "We're supposed to be doing a really complex transfiguration today!"
Accio-ing her bag, she rushed in to the castle to her class, only a minute late. When Draco strolled casually into the room five minutes later, his excuse of being distracted by a bacon-starved nymph was directed at Mara... Who had a tough job of attempting to hold in her giggles.