The Dream Affair - The Unfortunate 14. {1} Mnbsfm*


*MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR MINORS.






THe first few paragraphs of my first fan fiction.

All your life, you have been a faithul wizard at Beauxbatons's Academy of Magic, despite the fact you are English. Beauxbatons' seemed like a home awway from home, until that unfaithful day when the
potion's class caught fire, destroying half the school. Most pupils made it back, but there wasn't enough room for all of the students, and you were one of the unfortunate 14. After a rummage through Diagon Alley, you managed to find a good set of robes, a wand, a pet owl and all the books you would need. So now, a 14 year old girl, Edith, would have to venture through this new world. What could ever happen?
You, somehow, end up completly lost at King's Cross station. 'I know there is a secret portal, but where?' You ask yourself, searching for any signs of hope, passing through the usual morning rush. You have managed to see a small, blonde boy and his pudgy old mother walk through a wall.
'Ah-ha!'
You can feel the wind riding through your hair, as the clock nears 11' o clock. When you pass through the wall, the sensation of relief fills your soul. Jumping onto the train, barely hitting the floor, the doors closebehind you, and set off to your new home.
You stop for a moment, to catch your breath, then begin to walk along the narrow passageway, that they called a 'corridor'. You can seem to manuever around the place, as the train is quite a bumpy one. You are searching desperatly, as you need to get into a room now. Then you spot it. Its a room, half full, but it's better than nothing. As you make your way along the passageway, an eyeful of un-welcoming glares, and whispers fill your ears from students beside. You are completly alone in the corridor now, half running, hal walking towards that empty room. Well, nearly empty. You arrive at the door, glance at the students inside, take one last deep breath, and open the door.
'Mind if i take a seat?' you ask, politely.
A brown haired girl, with small locks, turns to a boy with nerdy glasses, a lightning bolt scar, and thick, black hair.
'Em....okay.' He replies.
You un-easily make your way past a crowd of legs, and sit down in your seat.
The girl gives you a rather pointed, uptight look, so you quickly turn towards the window. About 10 minutes in, you pluck up the courage to ask them their names.
'Harry' Said the boy.
'...Hermione'. answered the girl.
And then a voice came from nowhere. An adorable, red headed boy turns to you and says:
'Ro..'
He stops suddenly, mouth wide open, eyes widened. Neither of you had seen each other. How could you not have noticed? You copy his position, both of you now slowly standing up, moving towards each other. He grabs hold of you and kisses you ever so passionatly. THe kissing dosent stop, as he lowers you onto the seat, pushing Harry off, forcing him to sit beside Hermione. Ron is laying on top of you kissing you gently, both of you now rolling around on the seat.
Without noticing, an extremly large group of people had gathered around the room, pushing their noses against the windows. Both of you open your eyes, and quickly stand up. a akward silence follows as you and Ron ar staring face to face with an entire crowd. Then, from the back of the crowd, that same blonde haired boy, begins to clap. Another follows, and it quickly catches on. Before you know it, the crowd are wolf whistling, and clapping. A grin pops up on your face.You see Ron staring at his mates. Harry is patting Ron's back, but Hermione... is givin you the most unwelcome, evil, angry, jealous face, you've ever seen.
At the common room, you and Ron are the irst to sit on the couch.
'Comfy' you say to him.
'Like your lips' he replies, smiling.
You can't help but giggle, and so does Ron. Before you know it, more and more peoplebgin entering the room.
'Come on, lets get out of here' he says to you, sneakily.
'okay' you say to him, slightly confused.
He grabs your hand tenderly, and you follow him to the foot of the staircase.
'I cant go in there!' You say, not noticing you were slightly shouting.
'Come on, its only us.' He says back, reassuring you.
He leads you up, into his bed, both of you fully clothed.