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Sigh. First day back at Hogwarts and Tae is nowhere to be seen. I've already run into half the professors we had together last year and all of our friends, and Tae, being the "amazing" person she is, is still gone. At least I found Malfoy.
Which, coincidently, is who I'm sitting with right now. Imagine that, a Gryffindor sitting with the most infamous Slytherin, next to Tommy Boy of course. The sorting of the freshies was underway and still no sign of Tae.
"Hey," Malfoy, Draco to be precise, leaned over to whisper to me. "Where's your other half?
"Idk…my BFF Tae?"
He rolled his eyes and fought back a smile. "Uh, yeah. That one."
I shrugged, trying not to laugh (yeah right I busted a gut) when one of the new Slytherin's tripped over their own feet on his way over to us. He stumbled into the empty spot next to Malfoy, who gave him a 'what the fuck do you think you're doing' glance before shaking his head and turning his attention back to me.
"Well," I said, finally answering him. "I don't know where Tae is, but I'm sure she'd agree with me saying that that graceful entrance deserved at least ten additional points to Slytherin."
Malfoy snorted. "Yea, try convincing Dumbledore that."
"Nah, he's more Tae's league."
Speak of the devil, that's who just sat down on my other side, delivering a slap to the back of my head as she began piling food onto her plate absently. "Hey now, that's just uncalled for. Hey blondie," she called to Malfoy.
"Didn't your mother feed you?" I joked. The serious glare I got in response told me she hadn't. "Oh…what a bitch. Anyway, love what you did with your dreads."
She attempted (ratherly foolishly) to look at her hair by tilting her head back until she almost toppled off the bench. Her snow white dreads were pulled back into a high pony-tail, her eyes nearly rolling back into her head trying to right herself and still keep a glance on her hair.
"Well…I'm gonna go now. Nice seeing you Malfoy."
"Love you too Misha!" I heard her yell after me as I joined my rightful table beside Harry, Ron and Hermione. Malfoy's laugh was drowned out by the roar of a greeting that Dumbledoor got as he entered the room and strode towards the podium in the front of the room. As he was making his greeting speech, the third floor corridor being off limits, no forbidden forest, blah blah fucking blah, the shit I've heard for the past three years in a row, I couldn't stop my eyes from making their way to an unfamiliar face. A face that was at the head table but looked too young to be a teacher. I glanced over at Tae, only to see her eyes already firmly fixed on the unknown man with a small trail of drool falling from her open mouth.
With a roll of my eyes I threw one of the rolls at her, only to have it bounce off the side of her head with little-to-no-affect. She simply glanced over at me, glared at the roll and then returned to her drooling. My attention focused back on the man as well as he stood, showing off his well-over-six-feet in height as Dumbledoor introduced him.
"This is Professor Davian, our new Potion's master."
A murmur spread throughout the Great Hall as Snape also stood, a smug glance on his face. "What happened to Snape?" I heard Fred and George chorus seconds before their eyes landed on said man. "Don't tell me…" Fred continued. "HE's our new Defense Against Dark Arts professor!"
"How the bloody hell did that happen!" George demanded.
"He paid his dues my friend," I smirked as I glanced momentarily back at the ginger twins. Snape's nasally voice drew my attention back to the front of the room. "You get shit on long enough in Potions," I continued as Snape droned on about something unimportant. "And you'll eventually get bumped up to DADA."
"DADA?" Ron questioned, his attention momentarily distracted from the miniature glaring match he was having with Malfoy. "What the hell is that?"
"Defense Against the Dark Arts, dumbass," Tae whispered, crouched down behind him. Ron jumped half out of his seat and turned his glare on her, ignoring Malfoy's snickering. She held out her hand towards me, a slightly dried roll resting in her palm. "I believe this is yours Misha Slyz. Next time, keep a better watch on your food eh?"
"It wasn't me," I fought to keep a straight face. "It was…Harry. Harry Potter."
She rolled her eyes. "I know who Harry is. We've been in the same grade since our freshie year." She shoved the roll into my hand and stood with a huff as Dumbledoor stepped down from the platform and began making his way towards us. "Now, if you don't mind, I'll be leaving before the Headmaster arrives and scolds me for communing with you...Gryffindors."
With a twirl of her cloak she left, seconds before our Headmaster arrived to have a private whisper with Harry. "Buh bye Slythy-poo."
"I hate when you call me that!" She shrieked from the Slytherin table, a red-faced chuckling Malfoy holding his hand over his mouth as she turned her glare on him. She pointed at him threateningly. "Just because you think it's cute doesn't mean everyone does. Honestly Draco, you are NOT the center of the universe."
"He's the center of my universe…" I whispered to myself. Hermione elbowed me in the ribs. I gasped and glared at her, sticking my tongue out for good measure. "And I still love you Slythy-poo!"
"YOUR FACE IS A GRYFFIN!"
I blinked in surprise. "Republican."
She turned around and glared. "Now that was just uncalled for."
"Is there a problem here ladies?"
"NO THERE ISN'T A…HOLYMOTHEROFGOD!"
George, who was rubbing his sore ear, which had absorbed the most of our high-pitched shriek, replied rather dryly, "I'll inform the Prophet then. Thank God there isn't a problem."
"Imagine what they'd sound like if there was one," Fred teased.
Black hair, yellow eyes, well over six feet in height, gorgeous Texas belt buckle that Tae was having trouble keeping her eyes off of was standing between the two rival tables, an arms stretch away from the both of us.
"I'm going to go ahead and apologize for my friends Professor Davian," Hermione informed, sending stealthy glares at the both of her friends. They ducked their heads with blushes and smirks on their faces.
"Honestly," Malfoy snorted. "They're worse than the Ginger twins."
"At least he didn't call us Weasleys," Fred quipped to his twin.
"…But we are Weasleys Fred." His twin replied.
"Yea but when he says it, he makes it sounds so dirty."
"Everything he says is dirty," I giggled, narrowly dodging another rib attack from Hermione. "Watch it woman!"
"Hey! Quit beating on my bitch Hermione!" Tae shrieked from the other side of yellow eyes. She sprang to her feet, a long fingered hand on her shoulder the only thing keeping her from jumping our brainy friend. Once she realized who's hand that was she froze with her wide-eyed gaze locked on said hand.
"I prefer the term Slut thanks," I teased, looking at Malfoy. To my amusement he blushed. "So…what are you the professor of again?"
"Potions," the man replied smoothly, his eyes still locked on my friend. I quirked an eyebrow at Tae, who replied with sticking her tongue out at me.
"Really? I believe Tae and I have that class this year." I glanced down at my schedule with a smirk. "Look at that, last class of the day too."
Malfoy glanced down at his schedule and his face lit up. "Hey, I'm in that class too!"
"Yea," Tae replied distractedly. "That's amazing. NO ONE CARES DRACO!"
"Hey," I snapped. "I care."
"Of course you care. But, I'm not you. I DON'T care."
"Who shoved the stick up your ass?"
"GRIFFON FACE!" And with that she spun on her heel and sat down at her rightful table once more. A moment of silence followed her outburst.
"And to think," I said to Professor Davian. "That's her on a normal day."
His response was a simple, "I'll have to remember that." As he walked away. As I chuckled over his calm reaction to my friend's crazy, I noticed her watching him intently, her gaze wandering lower and lower until…
"TAE!"
"I DIDN'T DO IT!" She shouted as she fought to keep her balance on the bench once again. She sent a glare my direction before returning to her food.
An hour later the students were ushered into their dorms by the Prefects, save for me, Tae, Malfoy, Harry, Ron, Hermione and the rest of us amazing last years who already knew our ways around. While the sea of freshies disappeared after the ones they were told to look up to, I turned to Malfoy with a smirk.
"Five bucks says the clumsy Slytherin trips on the stairs."
He shakes my hand and we bolt for the large doors that had separated us from them and peered through the small opening, watching as said child missed the first step and face-planted on the other steps in front of him, tripping the two children behind him as well. I threw my fist into the air. "I win! Five bucks, hand it over. Now Malfoy."
"You heard the lady," Tae snickered as she walked past.
Fred and George imitated the sound of a whip cracking as they followed after her, joining in on her laughter as they wandered up a random staircase. Ron and Hermione followed the twins slowly, absorbed in their own conversation as Harry wandered up to Malfoy and me.
"Alright, let's go Mish."
"B-but I don't wanna."
"DON'T MAKE ME COME BACK THERE!" I heard Tae scream, watching with amusement as Fred and George cowered and covered their ears.
"I wasn't doing anything wrong!"
"But you were thinking it," Harry smirked and took a hold of my arm in a big-brother sort of way. "Let's go Misha."
"Can I at least say goodbye?" I asked, turning my puppy-dog eyes on full blast. Harry sighed and shook his head with a quirk of his lips. I squealed and hugged him before running back to Malfoy.
I threw my arms around Malfoy's neck and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. When I pulled away I smirked at the blush on his face and smiled. "You still owe me that five bucks," I grinned, waved and ran off after Harry.
As I wandered up the stairs after our little group, I heard Tae, Fred and George humming in unison before busting into song.
"Misha and Malfoy, sitting in a tree," they chorused. "K-I-S-S-I-N-G."
Ron reached forward and slapped his brothers on the back of the head. He raised his hand to hit Tae but she spun around and glared at him. He dropped his arm with a nervous chuckle and pointed to Hermione. I jogged up to him and threw my arm around his shoulder.
"Aw don't worry Ronny," I grinned. "You're the only ginger for me."
"That doesn't make sense," Tae argued. "Malfoy isn't a – "
"Shut it!"
"Yes ma'am." She replied and scurried off into the Gryffindor dorm room. I watched her go with the shake of my head, giving the rest of my friends parting hugs as we neared the boys and girls towers. She poked my sides instead of giving me a hug as I turned towards the boys tower.
She let out a crazy cackle before scurrying away to head to her rightful dorm. Hermione caught me by the elbow and, with a shake of her head and, ignoring my stuttering protests, led me back towards the girls tower.
"B-but," I pointed after Ron. "I wanna go that way! Please?"
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