BORN TO DIE

I TURNED TO STONE

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ESMERELDA HATED, NO DESPISED THE TRAIN RIDE TO HOGWARTS. being stuck in a stuffy compartment for nine hours was not the ideal situation for Esmerelda Nott. So, there she sat miserable with her arms crossed as she sat in the compartment with Regulus Black, Evan Rosier, Severus Snape, the Avery twins and Pandora Lestrange.

"So i told her, 'stay away from me you filthy mudblood' and she ran off crying" Snape laughed, retelling the story the group had heard tens of times over.

Donovan laughed dryly, clearly unimpressed with the boys over used story.

Esmerelda scoffed, looking over at Snape, "how many times do we have to hear your pathetic attempt of getting us to like you, hm?" Esme asked, an eyebrow raised as she looked at the boy.

Snapes mouth opened, as he racked his brain for a reply yet nothing came to mind — and with the knowledge that the four boys in the compartment wouldn't hesitate hex him into oblivion if he even dared insult the girl he closed his mouth and stared out the window.

Esme sighed, dropping the potions book she had been revising beside her and she stood up, "as enjoyable as it is to be sat in this stuffy small room with you all, i am going for a walk" Esme spoke nonchalantly, going to leave — Evan grabbed her arm.

"Want me to come?" the boy smiled softly at the girl.

"I'll be fine, Evan. it's a train" the girl smirked, pulling her arm from his grip.

Regulus shook his head, patting Evans shoulder "Evan mate, as if she would pass up the opportunity to hex someone" the boy laughed, watching as evan quickly regained himself chuckling along with him.

as Esmerelda walked through the train, she had stopped when the food cart was being taken over by gryffindors blocking her path.

"Move" she spoke strongly, a hand on her hip as she stared at them with a neutral expression. A boy with shoulder length hair that was slicked back turned to face the girl.

Siruis looked at the girl shocked, yet unsurprised. "Now Esme, be nice" the boy smirked, his eyes taking in her form yet stopped at the slight bit of cleavage she had on display.

Esme scoffed, pulling her wand from its place that was tucked away in her hair bobbin and pointed it under his chin lifting his head. "Use manners, Siruis. Didn't mummy teach you it's rude to stare at a lady in such ways" Esme spoke, her expression blank yet her voice sounded like condescending silk to the four boys.

"Padfoot, how do you know Esmerelda Nott?" Remus whispered gingerly, the scarred boy looking anywhere but her eyes fearing that her stare would turn him to stone.

"Family, ex-friends or whatever — and Moony, you can look her in her eyes you know" Sirius whispered back, yet failing miserably as Esme scoffed dropping her wand to her side.

"Is that medusa rumour still circling around?! I thought that stopped when Regulus and I hexed that ravenclaw last year" Esme whined, her weight coming to lean on her left foot.

Sirius, very visibly tensed at the mention of his brothers name yet regained his composure as he began speaking , "See she's not all that scary" he shrugged.

"Pad, she just said she hexed someone extremely casually" James butted in, although him and Peter had been watching from behind the pair.

"Oh for merlin's sake, Potter — it was simply the knee reversal hex; not as if I avada kedavered the poor soul"

Peter squealed at the mention of the unforgivable curse, quickly hiding behind James.

"A pleasure as always, my dear Esme" Siruis chuckled as he bowed slightly.

"I although, cannot say the same, Siruis" Esme grumbled, quickly pushing past the group of lads with a strong stride.

"Why were you friends with her?" Peter asked timidly.

Siruis shrugged, looking back at her. "She used to be sweet" he smiled slightly, "her arse is also quite enjoyable to look at" he spoke, quickly jumping as Remus' book came down roughly on his head.

"Right sorry"

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Esme looked at Albus Dumbledore with a look that could kill as he spoke blandly about the new year. Evans hand had slithered around her shoulder as he leaned into her ear. "Party's in the lions den tonight, how about a little bit of fun" the boy smirked, Esme could feel his hot breath on her neck and smiled leaning into his touch.

"Snakes and lions don't get along, Evan" Esme replied, her back coming against his chest as dinner appeared on the table.

Evan laughed, his fingers coming to play with a loose strand of hair — "that's the fun of it" he whispered with a light chuckle.

"What do you say JJ?" Esme asked, looking at the blonde boy. "Do we join their gathering or sit this one out?" Esme smirked.

JJ sat quietly, thinking of a reply before donovan stuck his head infront of him "I think the correct term for that sentence is crash"  The older twin spoke, quickly sitting back and crashing his shoulder against his brothers.

"Barty, Regulus?" Evan asked, his arm hanging from esmes shoulder.

"I'm in" Barty shrugged, as he continued to shove beans down his throat.

Regulus shook his head, "I can't." Evan opened his mouth, seeming as if he was going to attempt to convince the boy before Esmes elbow pummelled into his ribs causing the boy to jump away from her and double over in pain.

Esme leaned down to him, "you know Reg' avoids Sirius, don't try and convince him — it'll only upset him further" she whispered harshly, quickly she grabbed his ear pulling him to sit properly.

"James Potter and his followers keep staring at you" JJ spoke up. His fork moving his food around his plate.

Esme sighed, continuing to add a small portion of salad and chicken to her plate before looking up at JJ. "I wish you'd stop acting like they're a cult" she said shaking her head.

"It's not like we're the exact same" Barty grumbled, food flying out of his mouth as he spoke, "Esme is the James of our group — we follow her around like a lost puppy" he continued, Snape looked at the boy with pure horror.

"Why would you even compare us to them baboons and bloodtraitors. We're pure bloods that have class! and some of use definitely do not follow nott around like a lost puppy" Severus spat with disgust as he raved on about blood superiority.

"Most of us have agreed if Esme gave us the time of day, we would no doubt shag her severus. You only speak for yourself when it comes to Es' " Barty shrugged calmly, not in the mood to listen to severus any more.

"Well, i'm going to my dorm to get ready" Esme smiled, Evan could've sworn; although he was sitting his whole body felt weak.

Sirius watched as his old friend walked out of the great hall, he wished sometimes that he was sorted into Slytherin just so he could keep relations with certain people buy then, he wouldn't have the Mauraders — and they meant the most.

"Ten galleons, Padfoot tries to shag her" Remus spoke up, watching how the boy looked at her.

James shot up, "but she's a slytherin!" the boy scoffed.

"Hasn't stopped him before" Peter said.

SIrius shook his head, "No our families already tried to see if we were compatible, I was too immature, if I recall" the boy shrugged casually.

James' jaw dropped, "you mean you could've had to date her" A look of utter shock came upon James.

Sirius mimicked his expression, "I mean I would've had to marry her, mate" he said as if it was the most shocking information on the planted, his hands coming up to his cheeks.

James stared at sirius, he hated slytherins. they were rude and prejudice, yet Sirius would've had to marry one if he acted more his age.

"My parents actually tried to convince the Notts to marry us when I got sorted, some way of trying to regain the family status but they refused" Sirius shrugged, looking at James.

"Thank merlin, can't have you dating let alone marrying a snake" James said, patting Sirius on the back before turning to the others. "So the party tonight.."

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Esme stood at the entrance to Gryffindor common room, watching a drunken boy stumble out. Flicking her hair over her shoulder esme walked over to him. "Hi, what do you say, you open the passage and i'll... stop that lot" She paused pointing behind her to her group of friends, "from bothering you the rest of term" She smirked, watching as the boy began to stumble and stutter before viciously nodding.

"Fortior leo" The boy mumbled, the latin words causing the fat lady to scoff and open the passage.

Esme looked back at the group, "come on lads" She beckoned, Evans arm coming to snake around her waist as they walked in.

Muggle music blasted through the room, music that esme was surprisingly familiar with.  Abbas album arrival, that had been released the year previous filled the room.

"Evan, darling.. go and fetch us some drinks" Esme spoke, eyeing James Potter from across the room waiting for the boy to spot her. She liked getting on people's nerves, something about getting them hot and bothered was enjoyable.

Evan nodded, kissing her temple before walking away. From an outsiders point of view, many would think Evan and Esme were together — but no, there was talk of a marriage agreement but so far it was just that, talk.

Esme didn't enjoy the thought of being betrothed. Seeing it as dated and unfair. She thought you should be able to choose to fall in love freely and not be bound to a person for family status. 

James laughed, his head flung back as the joyful noise came out of his mouth. He shook his head and turned around; stumbling slightly, yet stopped as his eyes met hers.

She looked gorgeous, he thought. The firewhisky he had been drinking heated his body. The corner of Esmes lip twitched up, forming a smirk.

Evans hand suddenly gripped firmly against her waist as he handed her a drink. James looked between them and then to the floor.

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Alcohol burned through esmerelda's veins as she danced in the common room. Her hands were thrown over her head as SOS bared through a muggle radio. Slow hands gripped her hips as she felt the music force her flow.

Her hands reached behind her, her fingers tangling themselves in his hair. His lips came to her neck, peppering small kisses along the clammy skin. Turning around Esmes hands stayed in his hair.

James' eyes flickered from hers and then to her lips. His tongue ran across his own before his eyes quickly made their way back to hers. "You just gonna stare, Potter" Esme whispered, her eyes flickering down to his lips.

His grip tightened on her hips as he crashed his lips to hers. Her hands traveled through his hair lightly tugging on it as his tongue swiped against her bottom lip. His lips were soft against hers. James felt like he was on fire. His hands pulled her even closer as his tongue slipped in her mouth.

A groan emitted from James as Esme's hands gripped his hair, his hands squeezed her hips — his left hand coming to grip the side of her face. quickly Esme pulled away, her thumb swiping over his lips that were swollen and tinted red from her dark lipstick.

James went to lean back in yet her index finger dropped him. Esmes hands removed his own, before she took a step back, a smirk plastered on her lips.

James head was frenzied, he wanted to kiss her again.

"Bye, pretty boy" Esme winked, walking away and getting lost in the crowd.

Sirius drunkenly fell into the boy, "you've got a bit of red there" He laughed, poking his lips.

James shrugged, his eyes raking the crowd yet he couldn't spot her.

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esme is the loml i do not blame james for wanting to kiss her at all.