Sorry for not writing in a really long time.... to anyone that has read my other stories.... I would be working on them, but I'm at my Grampa's house for the summer and all my stories are at home... if it makes any of you feel any better I wrote a Vampire novel... It's still in the editing process, but I am hoping that it will get published by next year.... it would really be creepy to see people writing fanfiction for my own book...
This is my summer project... at my grampa's to pass the bordom....
Disclaimer: Rowling wrote harry potter not me..... But Isolde Devnet is Krymsan Dragyness's.... already copyrighted in several story's... and my idea's are 's... so if this story suck's blame them.... Oh yeah, Lyrics are by Jack Off Jill-Cinnamin Spider
Isolde Devnet sat in her potions desk staring blankly off into space, as proffessor Snape rattled on about some boring topic. It was her sixth year at Hogwarts and she had watched the golden trio get by every year always succeeding in whatever the darklord put infront of them. Isolde was not a bad girl, although most of the schools population considered her house as evil, she never really got into any trouble.
She was an average student with a nack for things obtuse, most of her house refused to recognize her as their own and the rest didn't know she even existed. That was the way she liked it.
Her uniform was slightly abscured, Isolde earlier this morning had accidentally spilt a box of safety pins, so she had desided to decorate her vest and skirt. Her black shoulder length hair was up in pony tails showing off the freshly shaved back of her head. It was safe to say that Isolde was an odd one, even without the knowledge that before school she had an arguement with her mother that just because she didn't want eyebrows doesn't mean she couldn't get an eyebrow ring. She grinned in satisfaction on remembering the moment, slightly twisting the metal rod on her penciled in eyebrow.
All Isolde had was her individuality. She refused to believe in labels that haunted her where ever she went, although this was not her current problem.
"Miss Devnet?" Snape tapped on her desk.
Isolde snapped back into reality. Did she ever hate reality.
"Something you would like to share Miss Devnet, something you find amousing," he must have caught her in her daydream.
"I was just thinking about my forehead peircing," she glared in response. It was her own private joke to call it a forehead peircing, but obviously no one else thought it was amousing.
Well all but Ron Weasley who snorted. She had found him following her around after classes, she suspected he was the only one who noticed she plucked out her eyebrows. At least someone thought she was funny.
"Five points from Gryffindor," Snape hissed at Ron. "And I will see you after class Devnet."
Isolde nodded mutely.
Class dragged on with it's usual pazzaz, Nevil Longbottom received several detentions, an additional 50 points were deducted from Gryffindor, and Harry barely made it out alive.
"Miss Devnet," Snape motioned her to come to the front.
"Yes Professor?" she asked as close to angelic as she could get.
Snape rolled his eye's as she began to bat her eye's exsessively. "Do you have something stuck in your eye's Isolde, or are you doing that on purpose?" he sneered.
Isolde huffed and pulled up a seat across from his desk.
"Does my class bore you so much that you resort to entertaining Potters gang?" Snape asked harshly.
"It was only Weasley," Isolde said in her defense.
"You should be paying attention," Snape retalliated. "Your mother isn't impressed with your marks."
Isolde glared. "Then stop telling her them."
"She is my sister," Snape shrugged. "I have to."
"Why?" Isolde asked like a wounded five year old.
"Because she'll tell mother," Snape replied.
Isolde crossed her arms over her chest in annoyance. "Damn family relations," she scorned.
"Watch your tongue young lady," Snape warned.
"Don't call me young lady," Isolde snapped instantly.
Snape smiled at his neice. "Who may go now," he watched her get up and head to the door.
Isolde walked out the door and stuck her head back in sticking her tongue out at her Proffessor before scurring off.
He grinned at her childlike behaviour. He sighed in hopes that she would learn to get along withother people her own age. He would even pay Potter and Weasley to talk to her if he could.
Isolde wonder out of the castle to soak in the cloudy grey sky.
'The witch
will burn
when she's
thrown into the fire.'
Isolde began to think about what life would be like if she met someone with her own interests.
'Not her
she'll peal,
and writhe.'
It wasn't often she thought of this, normally she could careless.
'But never expire,
She crawls on webs of lies'
But making Ron Weasley laugh for those two seconds, even though it was lame and getting annoying when she kept bringing it up.
'I die up inside her'
Those to seconds she felt as if someone cared, someone other then family.
'To take what's mine
that bitch the cinnamon spider'
"Well what do we have here?" drawled a voice from behind her.
Isolde sighed away her few moments of peice. "I'm called a female Malfoy, have you heard of them?"
Draco sneered in her direction. "No need to be testy miss Devnet," he told her.
She turned to face him, and his two pet blobs. "Whatever you want the answer is no Malfoy," she said directly.
"Who said I wanted anything?" he asked in his own defence.
Isolde began to walk away.
"Now hold on a second," Draco grabbed her arm and swung her around. "I'm not finished with you yet."
"You're point being?" Isolde snapped, ripping her arm from his grip.
"I need your help," he started to explain.
"Sorry, can't help you," Isolde informed him.
"There's this girl," he kept explaining.
"Don't care, don't care, don't care," Isolde said annoyed.
"I know I'm sexy and everything, but I don't think she notices," Draco continued.
Isolde seriously questioned if he actually listened to anyone or just liked hearing himself speak.
Draco ran a hand through his slicked back bleach blonde hair. "So you're going to help me," he told Islode bluntly.
Isolde blinked in response. "What?"
"I need you to make me a potion," he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Isolde paused to make it look as if she was actually thinking it over. "Umm no"
"And I need you to get close to Hermione Granger," he stated as an after thought.
"The Muggle Born?" Isolde almost died laughting. "Draco Malfoy likes the Muggle Born."
"Yes," he hissed looking around to make sure no one was near by.
"I'd love to, but I really," Isolde started.
"I know you're Snapes neice," Draco said. "It should be an easy task for you."
"Why should I?" Isolde asked.
"I'll pay you," Draco offered.
"Money?" Isolde's eye's gleamed like galleons.
"Sure," Draco grinned evily. Money was something he had, and something she needed. "Whatever you want if you get me the girl of my dreams."
Isolde eye'd him, then pulled out her wand and muttered an incantation.
"What was that?" Draco snapped appalled.
"A binding spell to hold you to you're word," Isolde shrugged. "You're a Malfoy and a Slytherin. I don't trust easily."
Draco nodded in aproval. "You shouldn't."
"I need motavation," Isolde held out her hand expectingly.
Draco looked at it and shook his head.
Isolde rolled her eye's and grinned. "Maybe I won't start now. Hmm," she paused. "Next weekend I'm not really sure if I'm doing anything," a few galleons were droped into her palm. "I knew you'd see it my way," Isolde accepted the money and headed to the Library.
Isolde did need the money, her mom didn't have a lot. Her family made the Weasleys appear rich. It was her Uncle Severus that loaned her the money to actually get into the school, maybe she could pay him back foreverything he had done for her, and make a few bucks on the side.
Hermione Granger sat in the Library, like always, head stuck in a book, brow furrowed in consentration. Isolde admired Draco's choice, although Hermione wasn't exsactly what one may describe as eye candy, she was smart and funny, and would never date a guy like Draco Malfoy. But he was smart as well, he knew this thus forth employing her to create a potion that would influence her descion.
Isolde sighed and relied upon Hermione's good nature to help Isolde on her task.
"Excuse me," Isolde tapped Hermione on the shoulder politely.
Hermione turned and her eye's widened as she looked at her inturpter.
"Yes, I often get that reaction," Isolde forced a smile.
Hermione smiled as well, blushing at her own rudeness. "Is there something I might be able to help you with?" she asked with such sencerity it almost made Isolde sick.
"Yes, I hope so," Isolde said taking a seat beside her. "There's this potion in here," she began to flip through the book. "A love potion," Isolde said.
Hermione blushed deeper. "Those never work out the way they are supose to you know," she informed me.
Isolde grinned. "So you've tried one?"
"Well," Hermione began. "It was a while ago, and there was this boy I really liked and I don't think he was really noticing me," she went on.
"Yeah, I've heard the story," Isolde rolled her eye's. Teenagers.
Hermione frowned. "Well love potions are illegal, you do realize," she warned me.
"Yes," I nodded. "But there's this girl-" Isolde stopped mid sentence.
Hermione looked even more interested. "Really!" she squealed. "Who?"
"No, you don't understand," Isolde tried to explain.
"I'll help you," Hermione smiled coyly.
"You will?" Isolde asked confused.
Hermione laughed. "Of course," she started to pick up her books. "Meet my tommorrow in Moaning Murtles Lavertory," she said and dissapeared behind the heavey Library doors.
"That was way easier then I thought," Isolde blinked.
Thanks for reading!!!!!!!
This is my summer project... at my grampa's to pass the bordom....
Disclaimer: Rowling wrote harry potter not me..... But Isolde Devnet is Krymsan Dragyness's.... already copyrighted in several story's... and my idea's are 's... so if this story suck's blame them.... Oh yeah, Lyrics are by Jack Off Jill-Cinnamin Spider
Isolde Devnet sat in her potions desk staring blankly off into space, as proffessor Snape rattled on about some boring topic. It was her sixth year at Hogwarts and she had watched the golden trio get by every year always succeeding in whatever the darklord put infront of them. Isolde was not a bad girl, although most of the schools population considered her house as evil, she never really got into any trouble.
She was an average student with a nack for things obtuse, most of her house refused to recognize her as their own and the rest didn't know she even existed. That was the way she liked it.
Her uniform was slightly abscured, Isolde earlier this morning had accidentally spilt a box of safety pins, so she had desided to decorate her vest and skirt. Her black shoulder length hair was up in pony tails showing off the freshly shaved back of her head. It was safe to say that Isolde was an odd one, even without the knowledge that before school she had an arguement with her mother that just because she didn't want eyebrows doesn't mean she couldn't get an eyebrow ring. She grinned in satisfaction on remembering the moment, slightly twisting the metal rod on her penciled in eyebrow.
All Isolde had was her individuality. She refused to believe in labels that haunted her where ever she went, although this was not her current problem.
"Miss Devnet?" Snape tapped on her desk.
Isolde snapped back into reality. Did she ever hate reality.
"Something you would like to share Miss Devnet, something you find amousing," he must have caught her in her daydream.
"I was just thinking about my forehead peircing," she glared in response. It was her own private joke to call it a forehead peircing, but obviously no one else thought it was amousing.
Well all but Ron Weasley who snorted. She had found him following her around after classes, she suspected he was the only one who noticed she plucked out her eyebrows. At least someone thought she was funny.
"Five points from Gryffindor," Snape hissed at Ron. "And I will see you after class Devnet."
Isolde nodded mutely.
Class dragged on with it's usual pazzaz, Nevil Longbottom received several detentions, an additional 50 points were deducted from Gryffindor, and Harry barely made it out alive.
"Miss Devnet," Snape motioned her to come to the front.
"Yes Professor?" she asked as close to angelic as she could get.
Snape rolled his eye's as she began to bat her eye's exsessively. "Do you have something stuck in your eye's Isolde, or are you doing that on purpose?" he sneered.
Isolde huffed and pulled up a seat across from his desk.
"Does my class bore you so much that you resort to entertaining Potters gang?" Snape asked harshly.
"It was only Weasley," Isolde said in her defense.
"You should be paying attention," Snape retalliated. "Your mother isn't impressed with your marks."
Isolde glared. "Then stop telling her them."
"She is my sister," Snape shrugged. "I have to."
"Why?" Isolde asked like a wounded five year old.
"Because she'll tell mother," Snape replied.
Isolde crossed her arms over her chest in annoyance. "Damn family relations," she scorned.
"Watch your tongue young lady," Snape warned.
"Don't call me young lady," Isolde snapped instantly.
Snape smiled at his neice. "Who may go now," he watched her get up and head to the door.
Isolde walked out the door and stuck her head back in sticking her tongue out at her Proffessor before scurring off.
He grinned at her childlike behaviour. He sighed in hopes that she would learn to get along withother people her own age. He would even pay Potter and Weasley to talk to her if he could.
Isolde wonder out of the castle to soak in the cloudy grey sky.
'The witch
will burn
when she's
thrown into the fire.'
Isolde began to think about what life would be like if she met someone with her own interests.
'Not her
she'll peal,
and writhe.'
It wasn't often she thought of this, normally she could careless.
'But never expire,
She crawls on webs of lies'
But making Ron Weasley laugh for those two seconds, even though it was lame and getting annoying when she kept bringing it up.
'I die up inside her'
Those to seconds she felt as if someone cared, someone other then family.
'To take what's mine
that bitch the cinnamon spider'
"Well what do we have here?" drawled a voice from behind her.
Isolde sighed away her few moments of peice. "I'm called a female Malfoy, have you heard of them?"
Draco sneered in her direction. "No need to be testy miss Devnet," he told her.
She turned to face him, and his two pet blobs. "Whatever you want the answer is no Malfoy," she said directly.
"Who said I wanted anything?" he asked in his own defence.
Isolde began to walk away.
"Now hold on a second," Draco grabbed her arm and swung her around. "I'm not finished with you yet."
"You're point being?" Isolde snapped, ripping her arm from his grip.
"I need your help," he started to explain.
"Sorry, can't help you," Isolde informed him.
"There's this girl," he kept explaining.
"Don't care, don't care, don't care," Isolde said annoyed.
"I know I'm sexy and everything, but I don't think she notices," Draco continued.
Isolde seriously questioned if he actually listened to anyone or just liked hearing himself speak.
Draco ran a hand through his slicked back bleach blonde hair. "So you're going to help me," he told Islode bluntly.
Isolde blinked in response. "What?"
"I need you to make me a potion," he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Isolde paused to make it look as if she was actually thinking it over. "Umm no"
"And I need you to get close to Hermione Granger," he stated as an after thought.
"The Muggle Born?" Isolde almost died laughting. "Draco Malfoy likes the Muggle Born."
"Yes," he hissed looking around to make sure no one was near by.
"I'd love to, but I really," Isolde started.
"I know you're Snapes neice," Draco said. "It should be an easy task for you."
"Why should I?" Isolde asked.
"I'll pay you," Draco offered.
"Money?" Isolde's eye's gleamed like galleons.
"Sure," Draco grinned evily. Money was something he had, and something she needed. "Whatever you want if you get me the girl of my dreams."
Isolde eye'd him, then pulled out her wand and muttered an incantation.
"What was that?" Draco snapped appalled.
"A binding spell to hold you to you're word," Isolde shrugged. "You're a Malfoy and a Slytherin. I don't trust easily."
Draco nodded in aproval. "You shouldn't."
"I need motavation," Isolde held out her hand expectingly.
Draco looked at it and shook his head.
Isolde rolled her eye's and grinned. "Maybe I won't start now. Hmm," she paused. "Next weekend I'm not really sure if I'm doing anything," a few galleons were droped into her palm. "I knew you'd see it my way," Isolde accepted the money and headed to the Library.
Isolde did need the money, her mom didn't have a lot. Her family made the Weasleys appear rich. It was her Uncle Severus that loaned her the money to actually get into the school, maybe she could pay him back foreverything he had done for her, and make a few bucks on the side.
Hermione Granger sat in the Library, like always, head stuck in a book, brow furrowed in consentration. Isolde admired Draco's choice, although Hermione wasn't exsactly what one may describe as eye candy, she was smart and funny, and would never date a guy like Draco Malfoy. But he was smart as well, he knew this thus forth employing her to create a potion that would influence her descion.
Isolde sighed and relied upon Hermione's good nature to help Isolde on her task.
"Excuse me," Isolde tapped Hermione on the shoulder politely.
Hermione turned and her eye's widened as she looked at her inturpter.
"Yes, I often get that reaction," Isolde forced a smile.
Hermione smiled as well, blushing at her own rudeness. "Is there something I might be able to help you with?" she asked with such sencerity it almost made Isolde sick.
"Yes, I hope so," Isolde said taking a seat beside her. "There's this potion in here," she began to flip through the book. "A love potion," Isolde said.
Hermione blushed deeper. "Those never work out the way they are supose to you know," she informed me.
Isolde grinned. "So you've tried one?"
"Well," Hermione began. "It was a while ago, and there was this boy I really liked and I don't think he was really noticing me," she went on.
"Yeah, I've heard the story," Isolde rolled her eye's. Teenagers.
Hermione frowned. "Well love potions are illegal, you do realize," she warned me.
"Yes," I nodded. "But there's this girl-" Isolde stopped mid sentence.
Hermione looked even more interested. "Really!" she squealed. "Who?"
"No, you don't understand," Isolde tried to explain.
"I'll help you," Hermione smiled coyly.
"You will?" Isolde asked confused.
Hermione laughed. "Of course," she started to pick up her books. "Meet my tommorrow in Moaning Murtles Lavertory," she said and dissapeared behind the heavey Library doors.
"That was way easier then I thought," Isolde blinked.
Thanks for reading!!!!!!!