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Chapstick - Sa13+ Disclaimer: All that you know and adore is owned by the marvelous JKR. The rest, is my pathetic attempts to make a non-canon ship come to life. Not my fault I’m obsessed. A/N: hehehe… my first thing to be posted! I would LOVE you if you gave me feedback- then I would know if I should post any of my other work. I originally planned for this to be a oneshot, but it got kinda long... it’s also a D/Hr, like most of my fics. Not HBP or OOTP compatible. When I woke up that winter morning with a scowl on my face, I knew it was not going to be a good day. And I was right. Even down in the school’s chilled dungeons I could hear from outside a howling wind, no doubt fiercely cold and blowing white snow wildly through the air before it met its fate of crashing into the already stiff, snow-covered Hogwarts grounds. I had barely sat up in my bed when I felt my lips sting and my back ache. Closing my eyes once more because keeping them open was so difficult (the constant tugging I had felt on them painfully remained me of the death-grip of a certain disgusting Slytherin), I lifted my fingers to my mouth to slowly run them lightly over my chapped lips. They felt horrible, with deep crevices forming a maze of skin as dry as the Sahara Desert. This would not do. No this would not do at all. I needed some chapstick. Good chapstick. And soon. But I didn’t have any. Chapstick was a Muggle item, and Draco Malfoy did not own Muggle items (the thought was revolting). I doubted any of my idiot fellow Slytherins did either. I swore aloud at the irony that Pansy Parkinson and her friends flaunted disgusting amounts of lipstick but had no clue was useful, convenient chapstick was. Maybe Blaise would though. After all, Blaise was the most practical Slytherin of their year, after myself of course. After a quick shower and shortened version of my normal morning routine (a 45 minute process during which I made sure I still looked positively perfect), I strolled into the Slytherin common room right as the clock above the mantel stuck 6. Although most of the members of my house slept in until 11 or later on such a Saturday morning, Draco Malfoy had always been an early riser. Until the middle of fourth year, I would wake around 5 to come down to the common room for some alone time. But for the last two years I preferred the quiet, empty castle to the company of the other two Slytherins currently in the common room. Very few Hogwarts students took the opportunity to wake early on Saturday so I usually could wander wherever I wished without meeting a soul. Though my favorite places to go were the lake and this peculiar room on the seventh floor, which somehow always had what I wanted. Perhaps if Blaise didn’t have any chapstick I could find some there. Strolling up to the couch where my friend laid silently, I grimaced at the sight of Pansy Parkinson in Blaise’s arms. Seriously, I could not understand how Blaise had ever become so infatuated with her. Only I knew, but for some reason, the two Slytherins had grown a strong attraction towards each other over the years. When Blaise had told me of his desire to take Pansy to the Yule Ball their fourth year, it had been I who had came up with the ingenious plan of covering up the whole affair (which was strictly forbidden since Blaise’s mother had picked out a bride for him years ago) by having Blasie go ‘solo’ and myself and Pansy go ‘together.’ Once everyone at the ball had had enough to drink (I had no doubt in my mind that one of the Weasley twins would spike the punch bowl that evening with firewhiskey- and I was right), no one would notice when Blaise and Pansy danced together or slipped outside. The plan truly was perfect. Since then, the couple had managed to keep their relationship secret by sneaking into empty classrooms, ditching meals and classes, staying up late, waking early, or going off to “study.” The way the two of them were looking at each other right then gave me the unpleasant desire to hurl. It was sickening. Ignoring the impulse to run to the lavatories and bow to the throne, I loudly cleared my throat to get my friend’s attention. The two were startled but didn’t bother to leap off the couch and try to act innocent or anything. I inwardly shook my head at their idiocy; one day it would be a professor, or some other student instead of him and all three of their lives would be over. Both of them relaxed when they saw it was only Draco. “Hey mate,” greeted Blaise, tearing his gaze away from Pansy. “Nothing much. But, hey, do you happen to have any chapstick I could use?” Pansy looked confused at the mention of the strange name, but Blaise knew what I was talking about. He quickly shook his head slightly. “Naw. Sorry, mate.” Looking up at my mouth, he gave out a small laugh. “Though it does look like you could use it,” he teased, a grin still lingering on his face. Scowling, I grew angry at the knowledge that my pale face was turning slightly pink from embarrassment, which only resulted in me getting redder as I headed for the exit. The anger lessened slightly as the scowl on my face transformed into a smirk at Pansy’s next words: “What’s chapstick?” As I pondered how small Pansy’s brain was, I pushed through the stone wall and shut it firmly behind him. Which really was a shame. If he had stayed, not only would he have heard Blaise’s rather hilarious explanation of what chapstick was, but also Pansy’s remark once she finally understood. “Ohhhh…that stuff? I have some in my dorm. Mother makes me bring it. She says that it works better than anything any wizard or witch has developed. Though I’m not to say so to anyone else.” |
AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! SQUEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! LIZZY!!!!! YOU POSTED!!!! *huggles lizzy* :glomp: ooh I'm so glad you posting! AND UPDATE!!!! Now i'll keep bugging you until you do!!! MUHAHAHA!!! hope ur mum wasn't to mad about yesterday tho. at least we didn't have to walk home in that hail right? that's why we love steve right??? :glomp: |
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Thanks you guys for reading! :glomp: Sarah - Nah, mum wasnt mad. and i think you mean why you love steve. cuz, me, myself, and i? not so much w/ the steve loving. anyways, here's the next chappie! its kinda short, but they'll get longer! promise! However, because he had left too soon, he hadn’t gotten any of Pansy Parkinson’s chapstick, and was on his way to the mysterious room on the 7th floor. I remembered the first time I had found the room. It was back in third year, the night after that Mudblood Granger had dared slap me. I had been searching for an empty classroom where AI could be alone. I had wanted to thin. A question had been burning in my mind that I wanted answered. Not that all that time thinking had helped me find it. I still didn’t know why the Mudblood’s attack had hurt so much inside or what that other strange feeling was that had suddenly appeared within my stomach whenever I saw her. I didn’t like dwelling on the subject- it always proved unfruitful. The only good that ever came out of it was the discovery of that strange room. Since I had found it all those years ago, I had returned numerous times- to study in peace, to get away from his troubles, to think, to sleep, after Quittich games which I had lost to sodding Potter, after depressing classes where I got that strange feeling again after seeing the Mudblood all happy with her friends, after a disgusting fake display of affection for Pansy when other Slytherins became suspicious. I had even referred the place to Blaise and Pansy as a place they could sneak away to. After what seemed like ages, I finally reached the seventh floor. I knew the room was across from the strangest tapestry- a depiction of Barnabas the Barmy being clubbed by trolls. He deserved it really; he should have known the trolls wouldn’t actually listen to him lecture on ballet of all things. Two hallways and turns to the right and I found myself in front of the item itself. I wrinkled my nose in disgust, it was a horrid looking thing and I wondered why anyone would ever be inspired to waste all that time to make something so unappealing. Averting my eyes from the revolting artwork, I began to walk back and forth, a single thought on his mind. I need some chapstick. I need some good chapstick. I need some good chapstick now. Turning around, I looked at the previous blank wall to find a simple wood door. Thinking my lips were finally going to feel better and that I would finally once again look like my perfect self, my hand reached out to grab the handle and yanked it open. I had wanted chapstick. I had asked for chapstick. I had expected chapstick. I had not expected to find two people tangled in each other’s arms snogging the bloody daylights out of each other like they had no other bloody purpose in the world! And to make matters worse, I recognized the two blubbering idiots! Never in my life would I, Draco Malfoy, have imagined Ernie I’m-So-Perfect-And-Never-Break-The-Rules-Cause-I’m-A-Bloody-Prefect Macmillan to get together with Millicent Living-Boulder-Who-Doesn’t-Know-The-Difference-Between-A-Person-And-A-Boulder Bulstrode. The results were… horrifying. I’d be scarred for life. And they didn’t even notice me in my misery. Wishing to save myself from any further torture, I quickly slammed shut the door (which the two of them probably didn’t even notice) and tried to erase that memory from my mind forever. And tried. And tried. Then I remembered that I still needed chapstick. So I headed down towards the Hospital Wing to see if Madame Pomfrey had any chapstick. And maybe ask for something to treat shock. And maybe a little something for the sore in my back… Which really was a shame. Cause if he would have gotten over the disgusting factor that Ernie and Millicent were secretly meeting up on a Saturday morning in a broom closet to snog each other senseless, he would have seen the rows and rows of tubes of chapstick. |
Ah! you posted again!!! :glomp: I'm glad mum wasn't mad. and ur right... that's why i love steve... *cough* denial *cough* :D |
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I love it!! Mmh Chapstick... |
A/N: Thank you for reviewing! It means a lot to me! This chappie is a tad longer than the last one. Enjoy! And tell me if you like! Please? However, because he had left so abruptly, he hadn’t gotten any chapstick and was now on his way to see Madame Pomfrey in the Hospital Wing. I had been to the Hospital Wing several times in the past 5 ½ years, though only a fraction of the times Potter had managed to land in there. I snickered at the thought. Potter probably had his own bed reserved specially for him. I had somehow ended up in the Hospital Wing at the same time during our third year. The memory brought an all-too-familiar smirk to my face. It was back in third year that I had put on that fabulous act of being horrifically hurt by that beast of that idiot Hagrid. Oh, how fun it was to make other people suffer AND make Potter and the Weasel shake with fury at the same time! Though there was that strange feeling I had felt when seeing the Gryffindor Bookworm searching so desperately in the library through piles of books for any scrap of information that would help the person I had hurt and save the creature I had condemned…. No, I must not think of that, just push it out of the way… yes, that’s it… Now. Where was I headed? Oh, yes, the Hospital Wing. Relief for sore back, chapped lips, and shock. Hopefully that blasted nurse would be competent enough to have the necessary items. For some reason I doubted it. My thoughts were uninterrupted in the silent corridor. Just as I had expected, practically no one was up this early on a cold winter Saturday morning. As I passed the Great Hall, I decided to check just exactly how many Hogwarts students were, as his friends out it, ‘completely and utterly insane.’ The heavy, wooden doors slid open easily, revealing the gigantic room and swirling ceiling of grey and black and white. It really was amazing to watch the whirlwinds of pure white snow descend from the twists of grey and black clouds and then fade off into the air. The chaotic sight pleased me; it meant I was right about the weather, again. Yet he wasn’t here for a weather forecast. Scanning the room, his eyes fell upon an empty Slytherin table (no surprises there), a Huffelpuff couple sitting at the opposite end of their otherwise empty table, a handful of Ravenclaws, and a lone Gryffindor. I didn’t even have to look to know the Bookworm Granger would be that one Gryffindor. After all, who else was crazy enough to wake up purposely early every Saturday morning, scarf down a breakfast, and hide away in the school library until beckoned elsewhere? Bloody disturbing that girl was sometimes… spending all her time in the library, in class, or in a book… and not liking Quidditch!! That was certainly unforgivable. Being a Gryffindor and a Mudblood was also unforgivable. Wasn’t exactly eye candy either- with the wild, frizzy hair and loose robes that were as much her symbol as her Prefect badge. Involuntarily, an image of a beautiful 15 year old girl popped in my head. Her wavy brown hair was held back in a sophisticated bun, though a few rebellious curls had escaped and were lying on the periwinkle fabric of her dress robes. The silky robes fell gracefully along her smooth body. Her smile was amazing, small but radiant. Her eyes were swirls of earth that anyone could search for hours and never discover all their secrets. Small, delicate hands twisted the soft material nervously as a slight blush rose in the gorgeous girl’s cheeks… “ARGH!!!” Screaming and slamming the doors shut most likely led every student in the Great Hall to shoot an inquiring glance towards the entrance, but I wouldn’t know for sure; I was too busy yelling at myself for thinking of the Mudblood Granger that way. Going to that Yule Ball and staring at her was probably one of the worst mistakes of my life. For two years he had had to deal with that particular memory appearing everywhere. For weeks after the Ball, she in her beautiful dress with her hair back was the sole occupant of his dreams. Dreams that drove him insane. Now he had to insult her every time I saw her to remind myself that she is a Gryffindor know-it-all Mudblood, friend of Scarhead and Weasel. Bloody hell. I really needed to get to the Hospital Wing. Where was it? Thank Merlin. It was right around the corner here… Pushing the wooden doors open, I walked into the practically empty infirmary. Madam Pomfrey was preoccupied with the only patient in the place. I was almost surprised it wasn’t Potter or one of his Gryffindor pals. One look at the girl nearly had me laughing uncontrollably. Her skin had somehow turned hot pink and she had lime green sores all over her face. The fuzzy bright blue hair only partially covered her overly large ears that were currently flapping up and down gently. Someone must have gotten into a duel. Funny, I hadn’t heard of any fight yesterday. Maybe it was from this morning. But if that was the case, where was her opponent? The girl bore a Ravenclaw symbol on her school robes and looked like at least a fourth year; she couldn’t be that incompetent… The strange sound I must have emitted when trying (and half failing) not to keep in my laughter must have been what caused both Madam Pomfrey and the funny-looking patient to look at him strangely. “What?” I shot out at the pair. “May I help you, Mr. Malfoy?” Madam Pomfrey did not look pleased to see me, but still put down her things and walked to see what the matter was. “I don’t know,” I drawled, “I need something for a sore back, you got anything for that?” The woman glared at me; I stared blankly back. The she left the room and I turned and glared at the Ravenclaw girl in the bed. “Is that all, Mr. Malfoy?” an annoyed Madam Pomfrey asked when she returned with a blue bottle and small glass. “Actually no.” Madam Pomfrey almost seemed to expect this reply; she continued to pour the light blue potion into the glass until it was full. “I need something f-” “Drink this,” she interrupted, handing me the glass. “For shock,” I finished, angry at being interrupted. The two glared at each other for a few seconds before Madam Pomfrey turned on her heel and headed to her supplies to retrieve another potion from the stock. At the doorway she paused again. “Would that be all, Mr. Malfoy?” she sniped. “Actually, I do need something else, but I doubt you would have any…” I drawled. The nurse seemed offended at the idea that her Hospital Wing was incompetent. “Is that so?” she demanded haughtily. “Ever heard of chapstick?” I asked, half hoping the witch did and had some, I really needed it. The look of confused disbelief covered the nurse’s face. She really had never heard of this chapstick before. In frustration, I rolled my eyes and stomped out, muttering, “I thought so… sodding nurses…” Which really was a shame. If he had stayed not only would he had received something for shock, but he would have heard the conversation Madam Pomfrey and her patient had after he left. “Did you see that boy’s lips? Now those were chapped,” the girl commented, perhaps glad to find something to distract her from what she herself looked like at the moment. “Yes,” replied Madam Pomfrey, a sight smile rising to her mouth at the thought of Draco’s suffering. “You know, if he wasn’t so rude and had not left so abruptly, I probably could have found something for him… The Headmaster did bring me some Muggle items. One of them, this small tube-shaped thing- he said was supposed to be the best way to help chapped lips…” |
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thank you to all of my wonderful readers and reviewers! you can expect another chappie by the end of the week! ~lizzie |
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A/N: Thank you so much for your reviews!!! I said i was gonna post by the end of the week, so here it is. barely making it, i know, but still! sorry it is kinda on the short side though, I thought that was a good place to end… so, here it is, chappie number 4! ~lizzie However, because he had left when he had, he received no chapstick (which was indeed the name of the incredible Muggle item the wise Dumbledore had given the Hogwarts nurse) and now had no where to go. And no idea where he could find some Muggle chapstick. “SODDIN’ MUGGLES!” My vent of anger pierced the dead-still air, and still I had no Muggle chapstick… Wait a second there….. Muggle! Any muggleborn here would surely carry a necessity such as chapstick. Right as this thought flew through my mind, I turned the corner to the hallway that led to the Great Hall. As I did I thought I spotted a mass of brown hair flying around the corner at the end of the corridor. Hey now, Granger was a Muggleborn, an intelligent one to boot! She surely had chapstick with her 24/7! I may not be supposed to talk to filth such as her, but I was in desperate need of something in her possession. Besides, it was 6 o’clock on a bleeding Saturday morning, it’s not like any sane person was up to see the two enemies talking civilly. Running down the corridor, I reached the corner only to see the wild mound of hair disappear behind the great doors that led to Hogwart’s Grounds. “Granger!” I shouted. That girl was insane for going outside in such weather. But she did. She left the warmth and safety of the castle before hearing his call. Sodding foolish girl. Quickly running to the doors and reluctantly pushing them open, I slipped into the harsh winter winds. “Granger!” I yelled again into the white flurry of snow. Quickly, I pulled out my wand and muttered a few spells. At least I wouldn’t freeze. No doubt granger had used the same spells. I searched the ground for footprints, which, luckily, the Gryffindor hadn’t Vanished behind her. As I started following the prints, I found myself heading towards the lake. “Bloody hell. What is this girl thinking?” I muttered softly to myself. After twenty minutes of stumbling through the thick, white snow I could just make out the blue lake. How it stayed liquid all year long, without freezing over, I didn’t know. Must be freezing cold though. There were even rumors that huge chunks of ice could be found floating in the center when the winters got really cold. I personally had never seen them, since I was a sensible person and stayed inside on such vile days. Sensible. Ha. I scoffed at the irony. Here I was trenching through the snow in a blizzard searching for my worst enemy so I could use her Muggle sodding chapstick. My actions were the complete opposite of sensible. I must be going insane. “I’m not the only one,” I muttered to myself. I knew Gryffindors were suppose to be ‘brave’ and all that junk, but going out during a blizzard? That was just plain sack of hammers. The footprints swerved and I was soon stumbling parallel to the curvy shore of the lake, heading towards the Forbidden Forest. That daft know-it-all wasn’t actually going in there, was she? My memories of the Forest weren’t the fondest swirling through my head. I wasn’t sure if going back in there would be worth it… But my worries dissolved as the footprints turned again towards the lake. Raising my left arm to protect my eyes from the wild snow, I looked up and strained to see where it was he was going. Ahead I spotted a dash of color, well, not color, but it wasn’t the white or even the blue that I had expected to find covering the entire ground. It actually seemed to be a group of rocks, grey as the sky above. A petite figure in a black cloak was gradually making their way towards them as I watched, cloak being tossed every which way in the fierce wind. No doubt it was Granger crossed my mind. But how in the name of Merlin’s fuzzy brown hair that stuck out from the mole on his crooked nose (he actually named it, did you know?) did those rocks stay snow-free in this crazy storm? It must be one of the unknown, magical mysteries of Hogwarts. How long had Granger known of this spot? Her cloaked figure was now climbing up the pile of stone. Strangely, her thick cloak stopped flying in the wind. As she lowered her black hood to reveal her bushy brown hair, I wondered if somehow the rocks had a barrier around them that kept out the wind and snow. The girl simply sat there on the rock, staring out at the blue lake. She seemed distracted. Good – she wouldn’t hear me coming. Wait a second… how exactly was he going to approach her? It’s not like we were the best of mates; she would probably run away if she saw me coming towards her, right after sending a nasty hex my way. He could quietly come up behind her, sit down, and start a casual conversation. Talk about… class…or something like that. Then ask about chapstick. Then just walk away and pretend as if it never happened… yeah… My feet soon found themselves at the base of the grey rocks. When I reached my hand out, I found the rock peculiarly warm compared to the literally freezing air around me. My feet quickly found sturdy nooks in the stone as my body was enveloped with a still, empty air. It wasn’t warm, nor cold, simply empty. It was like the air above these rocks had rebelled against the ever changing weather that controlled all the other air surrounding it. The thought made me shiver. How could anything be so confident that they would actually succeed, and not just be crushed by the master or even the obedient? Yet, somehow this small bit of air had beaten the odds. It must have been because of some spell or charm, some form of magic. Yes, that must be it; how else could it resist the fierce cold even the sun couldn’t extinguish? Suddenly I felt a stream of jealousy wash through me. Jealousy at the fact that Granger had known of this spot. What made her so special? Lifting his eyes from the grainy rock, I looked up at the figure sitting quietly, still unaware of my presence. Her brown hair was loose, trailing down her back in a hectic twist of fuzzy curls. It was a pleasant color, similar to the warm hue of walnuts. I couldn’t see her eyes from this perspective, and had never gone to the trouble of spending time looking at them to find something to compare them to, though I heard they were plain, ordinary brown. Her robes hung loosely from her shoulder; they must have been at least two sizes too large. She had removed her cloak, folded it, and laid it to her left side. Her small hands were lying atop them. Her hands, just like the rest of her, were nothing special. When you excluded her intellect, her smile and how pretty she could look when she wanted to... AHHH! Stop!! Why, oh why am I thinking so much about sodding Granger! Just walk up, sit, talk, get chapstick. Walk up, sit, talk get chapstick. Walk up, sit, ta- I thought my plan for relief was foolproof, but that is because I forgot one thing – Hermione Granger has excellent hearing. She must have heard my footsteps, as gentle as they were against the grey slabs. Which really caught me by surprise. I definitely did not expect her to suddenly twist around and look at me. Though I did enjoy seeing the series of emotions that flashed across her face. Surprise. Annoyance. Recognition. Shock. Curiosity. Suspicion. Finally, with narrowed eyes, she spoke. “Malfoy?” |
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YAY! Another great chap Lizzie! :glomp: update soon! oh and come to school!! you weren't there on friday or today! :poke: i thought you were feeling better!!! sigh... well i hope you feel better b/c school doesn't start until noon for the next 2 days! *parties* oh and madame told me to tell you that you have a french test on Wednesday. :D aren't i the bearer of happy news!?!? Well feel better and great job with the story! lots of love ur friend SARAH! :glomp: |
Another great chapter! Keep going! :]]] |
new reader i like how he missed all the opertunities for chapstick i also love the weird title GO WEIRDNESS!!!! |
thank you for the wonderful reviews!!!! i love them, they feed the writer's soul. :D anyways, sorry for the late update! usually updates won't be this far apart. i hope. but i've been rather busy lately... i moved to a new house! it's hecka nice. anyways, enjoy the next tidbit and tell me if you do! ~lizzie Unfazed, I smirked, “Was that a question, Granger?” The last couple of steps towards her were quickly closed. “For such a bookworm, you don’t seem to remember names very well.” I sat down by her, making sure we had plenty of space in-between us. Granger still glared at me though; truthfully it was more of an unbelieving stare, as if she was still trying to convince herself that she was actually seeing what her eyes told her she was seeing. “Because I’m pretty sure there’s no one else who looks like this; so there’s no way you forgot my face.” Granger raised an eyebrow at me before laughing aloud. “You’re right, Malfoy – no one else does look like you! And I doubt anyone is fortunate enough to have the ability to forget such a horrible sight!” Horrible sight indeed! Did she ever look in the mirror? Okay – so she wasn’t that bad on the eyes, but still – I was Draco Malfoy! Most definitely not a horrible sight. Ask anyone. I ought to have put that witch in her place. But I didn’t. I restrained myself. I still needed chapstick and she was still my last resort. So I continued to smirk. “Been dreaming about me Granger?” I teased, leaning slightly towards her. “Nope. Haven’t had any nightmares for a while now,” she remarked dismissively. My smirk quickly became a scowl. This conversation did not seem to be headed in the right direction. Not good for my chances of getting my hands on some chapstick. New topic… “So…” I drawled, gazing out at the snow-filled sky hovering over the Great Lake. “Do you come out here often?” Granger gave him another incredulous look. “Are you sure you’re alright Malfoy? I mean, you, Draco Malfoy, Slytherin, pureblood, arrogant, evil intolerable git, followed me, Hermione Granger, Gryffindor, muggleborn, bookworm, know-it-all whom you hate, out into a huge, raging blizzard at 6:30 on a Saturday morning and start acting… well… somewhat civilly! You must surely be going daft!” I must agree with the know-it-all (though I would never say that to her face), it even gave me a particular feeling of uneasiness – like I knew my actions were somehow against the laws of nature – but I really needed that chapstick. So I dismissed the feeling. “Nobody will see us. How can they? We’re sitting in the middle of a bleeding blizzard! And since nobody will see us, we could always deny any actions – or lack thereof – towards each other at this time. They couldn’t prove it even if they did suspect.” My response seemed pitiful, even to my own ears, but it must have pleased the Gryffindor. As I leaned backwards on my hands, crossing my ankles and stretching out my legs to appear relaxed, I could have sworn I saw her smile. But confusion still danced in the eyes that were searching him for hints of malicious intentions. I could tell, see through peripheral vision as she gave a small frown a home on her face. “But… doesn’t it bother you?” I thought for a moment, gaze still resting on the still surface of the lake. I shouldn’t have had to think about it at all, but I did. Did it bother me? Talking to her? The answer should have been easy, but it wasn’t. So far our conversation had been fine… no curses, hexes, jinxes, or even screaming… yet. Though, it was sort of nice to see the Gryffindor bookworm so peaceful and for once thinking about something other than classes, books, or some drama concerning her fellow Gryffindors. I wondered what she had been thinking about. Sure, it was weird talking to someone I usually taunted, and part of me was screaming in protest of being so… not cruel… to a muggleborn. Maybe the cold had gotten to me. Or I was going insane from all of the morning’s conflicts. Maybe. “No,” I decided, declaring it nonchalantly, “Should it?” The Gryffindor seemed frustrated, as if she was trying to solve a riddle but every answer she tried ended up failing. A door that no key fit to unlock. “Well,” she began sighing with exasperation, “You’ve always hated me. Now you follow me through a blizzard early on a Saturday morning, just because? How do I know you’re not here to pull some hilarious prank to laugh about with those followers of yours, or if they’re sneaking up behind me to scare the living daylights out of me, or… I don’t know… kidnap me?” I laughed. Hard. She didn’t seem to appreciate it. “As if, Granger. Practically the whole castle is asleep, including almost all of my ‘followers’ as you so christened them.” She was scowling at my laughter now, but I couldn’t stop. It really was ironic that she thought those lazy, dim-witted Slytherins would actually wake up early on a Saturday, manage to follow her through a blizzard, and plan how to sneak up on her, and overpower her. Yeah, right. I calmed down and voiced my thoughts. “They’re all too stupid anyways. No way they could pull it off without me or Blaise,” I chuckled, “And Blaise is a little preoccupied on Saturday morn–” Oops. I paused. I hadn’t meant to talk about Blaise. Hopefully the Gryffindor didn’t notice… Darn. No such luck. She was looking at me with a question in her eyes. I knew she wouldn’t let that slip, her eyes sparkled and her expression grew smug. She teasingly it her bottom lip, giving the appearance of innocence as she pushed the subject he did not want to discuss. “What was that about Zabini, Malfoy? What’s he preoccupied with?” she sat up, propped her elbows on her knees, rested her head in her hands, and looked at me expectantly. “Nothing. It’s nothing,” I lied, my mind searching for an excuse to give the know-it-all, whom I knew would be persistent. She raised an eyebrow at me, knowing I was lying. Inwardly swearing, I lamely rushed out, “Just homework.” “Uh huh. Sure,” the bookworm wasn’t going to drop this. “If Zabini was only doing homework, why would he wake up so early on a Saturday morning to do it? And why would you think it was funny? Hmm?” Curses. She was grinning openly now. Like the Cheshire cat on Christmas. I wondered if she had forgotten who she was taking to. She was having a normal, insult-free conversation with me, Draco Malfoy! And she was smiling at me! And teasing me! And sitting not-too-far-away from me! And getting closer and closer to a subject I did not want to discuss. If I accidentally told her she’d go blabbing to her Gryffindor friends and then the whole castle would spread rumors… Sure, I’d never have to pretend to like Pansy again, but Blaise would also never talk to me again. I really needed to change the topic of conversation. “So do you come out here often?” I asked again, hoping she’d forget my little slip up. |
first to post i love it when people make then civil to eachother i almost think he would be a cool freind but then i think wait its draco |
lol that's funny...gosh i haven't red it for so long i had forgotten what happened lol... yup loved it update soon or else i poke you throughout lunch MUHAHAHA!!!! HA!!!! |
Okay everybody, next chappie! hope you all like it! and remember to review! The Gryffindor rolled her eyes. "Geez, what's your problem? Don't you know how to answer a question when asked one?" "Just because I don't kiss up to every person with the title 'superior' every time I see them doesn't mean I don't know how to answer a question, Granger." She didn't even blush or anything. 'Oh, maybe this will get to her,'I thought to myself. "Speaking of your habits, ought you be down on your knees bout now? I am in your presence afterall." I smirked; she was fuming. Now that was entertaining. "Oh... I am so gonna kick your butt off this rock now!" she growled in response,standing up in anger. "Shouldn't that be 'kiss'?" I asked innocently, well, okay - not so innocently. I stood to meet her. "You better watch your back, Malfoy," she snarled. Our faces were merely centimeters apart. "Maybe you should watch what's right in front of you," I responded. Uh oh. Mouth working without brain on. Where was that brain-on switch? Hurry! I had to start thinking before I did something really bad...... "What's that suppose to mean?" she asked, brow furrowing above those brown eyes scrunched in confusion. Eyes above a small nose, hovering over soft, pink lips... I am not responsible for what happened next. I swear. It was the cold. Next, you see, I... uh, I... well... I kissed her. My lips attecked her and hers fought back with equal fervor. Her hands shot like lightning to my chest, grabbing fists of my robes in her grip. My own hands ended up running through her hair. Merlin, it felt so soft. It felt so soft. "Oh, Malfoy," she managed between kisses, "I want you. I want you soooo much." I kept kissing her, not being able to stop for even one moment. "I love you, Granger. I love you so much." Neither of us could stop. |
*blink* WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT???? not that i don't like it.... but LIZZIE.... that is so not something that you would normally write! *tear* I am so proud! <3 Sarah |
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