Authors Note: Hello, wonderful people. This is my latest story for Raielle's "I'm Your Biggest Fan-Girl" challenge.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Rules of the challenge:
"For this challenge, you must write a story about an OC female being intoxicatingly in love with the Hogwarts boy you draw. You will pick a number from two groups; one for the girls, one for the boys. For this girl, you will be supplied a picture and house. Everything else is up to you."
Chapter One - The Bet
The girl stared at me intently, taking in my every feature. I reached up and tugged at a chunk of my hair. The girl copied me. I stroked my fingers across my cheeks. The girl did the same. I supposed I wasn’t unattractive, although there were things I wished I could change. I wished that my eyes were a richer hazel and my hair was more mahogany in colour. I’d prefer if it fell in ringlets, rather than lankily round my face. I did love my skin tone though; Mother always joked that it was like I had a permanent tan. I guess it was in a way.
My eyebrows furrowed and suddenly the girl in the mirror glared back at me. Look at what boredom had reduced me to. Here I was standing, staring at my reflection, like some appearance obsessed cretin. Unfortunately, many of the girls at Hogwarts, especially those in my house, Slytherin, thought that looks and appearance were paramount. For me, not so much. Yes, it is wonderful to look “good”, although it is by no-means vital.
I turned away from the mirror in disgust; there was no-way I was going to remain here, bored out of my mind. I needed something to do, something to take my mind off the nothingness it was fixed on now. I stalked out of the Dormitory down into the Common Room, determined to find some sort of entertainment. Upon entering the room I saw Blaise with his nose stuck in a book, as per usual. Sometimes I think he should have been in Ravenclaw. He had a thirst for knowledge which never seemed to be sated, no matter how many books he read. Behind him, Draco paced back and forth, obviously irritated at something.
“What’s wrong Malfoy?” I asked, joining Blaise on the sofa. “You’re looking slightly agitated.”
“Oh Goswick, your skills of perception never fail to amaze me. For your information, I’ve had nothing to do all day and dear Blaise here won’t talk to me, because he’s too busy reading. So yes, I am kind of agitated.”
“Don’t call me Goswick.” I replied to him bluntly. I’d always hated people calling me by my last name. It was just so formal. I despised formalities; they were aggravating and to be honest, a complete waste of time. Nothing interesting ever happened until you were on first name terms with someone-that was when the fun began!
“Well then don’t call me Malfoy. No-one that I know well calls me Malfoy.”
Blaise glanced up at him, raising an eyebrow. “I always call you by your surname. I have done since the first day I met you. Why should Delilah be any different?”
“Because, I said so.”
Blaise simply rolled his eyes and turned back to his book. I, on the other hand, faced Draco, wondering why he didn’t find something to do. After all, my Mother had always said that only boring people become bored. I frowned, realising that merely minutes before I had found things so monotonous that I had resorted to staring into a mirror. Well, looks like Draco and I are both boring people.
“Why haven’t you gone to see Pansy? Surely, if you really didn’t have anything to do, she’d be the first person you’d go and spend time with?”
Confusion washed over Draco’s pale features. “Pansy? Why would I go to see Pansy?”
I blinked at him, bewildered. “She’s your girlfriend. I know that I’m not really into the whole dating thing, but surely when you’re going out with someone you generally enjoy being with them?”
“Come on Delilah, you know, as well as anyone, that I don’t have friends and nor do I want them, and I especially don’t have girlfriends. I merely have girls who I find attractive enough to sleep with,” he retorted, with an impish smirk playing on his lips.
That was apparently something else Draco and I had in common; neither of us were interested in committed relationships, although it appeared to be for very different reasons. While Draco didn’t date because, well, Merlin knows why, I didn’t because the idea of a boyfriend-girlfriend romantic inclination thing filled me with dread. It wasn’t due to the fact I couldn’t fully give myself to someone, more that it would quickly turn into a routine and I hated routine. I strived on things changing, challenges arising. Having a challenge was something I craved. It didn’t matter how difficult the challenge was, I would always win.
“So, if you don’t have friends, what does that make me?”
“You’re simply a person who hasn’t given me a reason to hate them, yet.”
I pressed my lips into a thin line, stifling a laugh. Honestly, I’d never heard someone talk as much rubbish as Draco did. Anyone who didn’t know him would think Blaise and I meant nothing to him. However, they didn’t have to endure him moping about, moaning and being generally depressed when he and Blaise had an argument last year and didn’t speak for three weeks. He did care about us. Admittedly, it was deep down...very deep down, but it was there.
“Thank you, I love you too Draco. But listen, I have a very important task for you. It’s possibly the most vital thing you will ever have to do. Are you listening? Good, because I’m only going to say this once. I need you to think of something to amuse me.”
He smiled at me. An unnerving smile that didn’t reach his eyes. A smile that I had grown to adore. A smile that always meant things were about to get interesting.
“How about, you have to get someone to admit they love you, without you saying it first? To make things more interesting, when I win, you have to be my slave, until I get bored of you.”
“And what do I get when I win?”
“Blaise,” he bluntly replied.
I playfully nudged the boy sitting next to me. “You up for it?”
He leaned into me, until his lips were barely a millimetre from my ear. I shivered, unwillingly, as his breath tingled my cheek.
“Darling, you couldn’t handle me, and besides, I wish to play no part in your twisted games.” With that, he rose from the sofa and headed towards the stairs. “I’m going to bed.”
Draco threw back his head and let out a brief laugh. “Oh, he is such a drama queen. Ok, change of plan. If you win, which you won’t, you can have me. I’ll do whatever you want.”
I bit my lip, as thousands of thoughts, many of which were simply disgraceful, flitted through my mind. Having Draco Malfoy at your mercy; something many of the girls here would kill to have.
“I’m going to make you regret those words. But, there’s still the issue of who I’m going to get to say the three magic words.”
A broad grin slid across his face. “I, Draco Malfoy, hereby challenge you, Delilah Goswick, to make Neville Longbottom love you, and admit it. You have three months. Do you accept?” He held out a slender hand towards me.
Longbottom?! Was he serious? If he wanted to make it this difficult, he might as well have chosen Harry flaming Potter. But after all, a challenge was a challenge.
I took his hand and shook it once.