Aubrey Morgan
slipped a piece of hair behind her ear and let out a long sigh as she let her
eyes wander across the Hogwarts grounds and the relatively calm lake. She had a
glorious forty-five minutes before her next class. She wanted to cherish and
respect every second for what it truly was . . . a gift.
In her seventh and final year at Hogwarts, Aubrey knew that dark times lay
ahead. True, the occasional bright light shone eagerly the days more Death
Eaters were caught, but she knew that she would never breathe as easily as she
had when she was younger. Eleven and carefree, her days had been filled with
nothing more than the simple worries of a young schoolgirl.
Now she knew. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was still out and about, though more
Death Eaters were caught every month. She hoped the less followers He had, the
more likely His chance of demise would be. While Aubrey could no more bring
herself to speak his name than she could go a day without breathing, being
around Harry Potter and his friends had instilled a new level of security and
confidence within her so that she could at least think and hear his name without
shuddering. But still, she was afraid. Not for herself, but for her mother and
father. Her mother worked in the Being Division of the Department for the
Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures and her father was an Auror. His job
automatically put her family at risk for any sort of attacks from Death Eaters
wanting to prove their bravery or loyalty and whatnot. She had already lost an
uncle, also an Auror, during her sixth year.
She cleared her mind of the negative thoughts as one of her best friends,
Hermione Granger sat down beside her on the warm grass.
" Hi there," Aubrey greeted her.
" Hi," Hermione replied. "What are you doing?"
Aubrey pulled a sketchbook and a quill out of her bag. "Just trying to find
some inspiration for a new sketch," she said.
"Ah. It'll come to you. It always does," Hermione replied, pulling a
thick book out of her bag.
Aubrey stared down at the blank parchment trying to think of something to
sketch, while Hermione read close by. That was sometimes what they did when they
were together between classes. Either that or study. Sometimes it was mostly
silence, but it was a comfortable silence.
Aubrey looked up and once again scanned the Hogwarts grounds. Her eyes skimmed
over the landscape and then locked onto a target. Malfoy.
Even if he was an evil prat, he was quite fetching, sitting in the shade of a
tree with Crabbe and Goyle. She didn't even truly like him, though she didn't
hate him either. She knew of his family history through her parents and
recently, the newspaper.
Everyone knew his father, Lucius Malfoy was a big supporter of
He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and was a Death Eater. He had been captured during
their fifth year and had escaped during the middle of their sixth. His mother,
who had also been mentioned and pictured in the paper, did not seem to be a
supporter or a Death Eater. Though Aubrey wasn't entirely sure about that.
He was always teasing her whenever she was with Harry, Ron, or Hermione. Most of
the time, he ignored her. Even though he was in four of her classes. She didn't
really mind though. She had a feeling that if he did pay attention to her . . .
it would be for a very bad reason. Not something she would like at all.
*You wanted inspiration* she thought to herself. *There he is. The poster boy
for all things self-involved.* But . . . there was something oddly . . . dare
she say . . . captivating about Malfoy at that moment. Maybe it was because she
wanted so desperately to sketch something that she noticed things she'd never
noticed before. And everything she had noticed seemed even more attractive than
before.
*Did I just think to myself he was attractive?* She sketched him, and she had to
admit, she liked it. She liked sketching him while he was completely oblivious
to the fact that she was.
*Oh . . . he is rather easy on the eyes, isn't he?* she thought as she began to
sketch the way his face was shaped . . . She quickly blushed a light shade of
pink, as if someone could read her mind.
There was no use trying to deny it. It wasn't like she was lying or anything.
His hair, which he had stopped putting gel in during their third year, was cut
to a medium length. It was somewhat short in the back, didn't go too far past
his ears, and yet it was long enough that he could easily run his fingers
through it and then shake it back into his eyes. His tall, slender frame was fit
and subtly muscled from Quidditch and he was currently lounging, propped up one
elbow. The few slivers of afternoon sunlight that managed to filter through the
leaves of the large tree he was sitting under flashed across his head, making
his corn silk blond hair seem paler. Even from her seat at least twenty-five
yards away, Aubrey could see his silver-blue eyes flashing.
She had been sketching for nearly fifteen minutes when Hermione looked up from
her book. " I see you've found something that struck your fancy enough to
sketch it," she said, moving so she could peer over Aubrey's shoulder.
Aubrey froze. She hadn't even given any thought to how Hermione would react to
her sketch. Hermione hated Malfoy. *And with good reason, I suppose*
Hermione appeared speechless at first; looking from the sketch to Malfoy, then
to Aubrey, back to Malfoy, and once again to the sketch.
"It's very good," Hermione complimented her, sliding her book back
into her bag. "But I wouldn't make it a habit."
"You really think it's good?" Aubrey asked, glad Hermione had said no
more about it.
"You know I like all your sketches and while it is completely beneath me to
look at anything that is the perfect likeness of Malfoy . . . I like it."
Hermione stood and brushed off her robes. "I've got to go. I promised Ron I
would meet him. I'll see you in Transfiguration Class," Hermione waved,
returning to the castle.
Aubrey knew where Hermione was going. They still had at least twenty minutes
till class. Hermione was going back to the dorm she and Ron shared away from
everyone else's rooms. They were Head Boy and Head Girl and had been dating
since the middle of their sixth year. Neither Aubrey nor Harry (or anyone else,
for that matter) had to think twice about where they were when they occasionally
missed meals.
The truth of the matter was that Hermione . . . had a sex life. Something that
shocked most people since they had always thought of her as the Virgin Queen of
Gryffindor. In fact . . . Hermione had a raging sex life, while Aubrey herself
did not. And to be quite honest, she was jealous.
Of course she was happy for Hermione and wished her only the best, that didnt
stop the horns of envy from breaking out. She had never had the heart to tell
Hermione to shut it when she'd tell of her many sexual rendezvous. She was
curious about sex which was the main reason she listened. Aubrey was still a
virgin, and sometimes the more she thought about it . . . the more apathetic she
became about the entire thing. She figured that most girls had lost their
virginity by the time they were her age, and while she was not usually one to
follow the crowd, she was tired of being immaculate and pure.
She tried comparing herself to Hermione . . . *Well . . . she studies so damn
much, I don't see how she has time to shag Ron. I dont even study half as
much as she does. You would think that I would have time for a boyfriend. . .
Hang on! That's it! That's what I'm missing!*
Aubrey had had three relationships in her entire life. She had dated a Ravenclaw
named Adam Rossdale for two months during her fourth year; had a summer fling
with a guy she had met while vacationing with her parents at Lake Como, Italy;
and her most recent relationship had been with Seamus Finnigan during her sixth
year which had lasted for five and a half months. The farthest she had gotten
had been second base with Seamus. But did she really need or want a
relationship? All she actually wanted was to know what sex was like. Maybe learn
the basics of it. *So, in conclusion, I want to lose my virginity. And I want to
lose it soon.*
Aubrey had come to the decision rather sudden. It shocked her. She usually
considered herself a logical person. She usually went with her heart instead of
head. . . but she was usually satisfied with her decisions. She regretted
nothing. She was the type of person who believed that every little thing
influenced you and changed you. It made you grow, sometimes for the better,
sometimes for the worse.
She wished she could have mulled over it more, but time stops for no one and by
the time Aubrey realized exactly why it was so quiet, she was already late for
her class.
She shoved her sketchbook into her bag and began to run to her Transfiguration
class. As she neared the classroom, she tried to slow down her breathing and
straighten her robes. Aubrey really should have watched where she was going,
because the next thing she knew, her body had collided with another body and
they had both hit the floor with a loud "Oomph!"
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