1 Head to Head
1st Chapter
"Miss Granger?"
I whipped around. Professor McGonagall was standing at the entrance to our compartment. I hurriedly shut and hid the book I was reading: A Hundred Hexes For Slytherins, and How To Aggravate Them. Head Girls weren't exactly supposed to be reading that sort of stuff.
"Yes Professor?"
"May I escort you to your compartment?" she asked
"Um, this IS my compartment, Professor." I answered, quizzically.
Sharlette Hall and Emma Gaulkner giggled, from their seats next to me. I silently willed them to be quiet. My friends were extremely giggly; especially Shar, and it didn't look as if McGongall wouldn't hand out a few detentions right this minute. In fact, she looked extremely panicky.
"Er, yes Professor!" Ron Weasley piped up from next to Harry, who was immersed in one of his usual daydreams, "She's not deserting us this soon!"
"I assure you, Mr Weasley, that she must, and will do so," the Professor said crisply, "She is Head Girl."
I saw Ron roll his eyes. Like he didn't know. I had only talked about it all summer when I went to stay with the Weasleys. Ron had complained that I was beginning to sound like Percy all summer. Harry had just kept quiet, as always.
"You will share the Head's compartment near the back of the train. The Head Boy is already there and waiting." she frowned a little as she said the last few words, but I decided not to comment.
I shrugged at my friends, and started to gather up my luggage and Crookshanks, who had been extremely bored this train ride, with no Scabbers to torture, but Professor McGonagall waved her hand dismissively.
"Oh, that will be done for you soon enough!" she said, "Come ALONG, Miss Granger! The train is about to leave."
So I followed her down to the back of the train, down to a large compartment. There was a gold-plated sign on the sliding door, which read: Head Boy and Head Girl, Do Not Disturb.
I was thankful that Terry Boot, a Ravenclaw, would be Head Boy with me, though I had been hoping it would be either Harry or Ron, since the Head's spend so much time together. But a Ravenclaw was much better than a Slytherin. She shuddered at the thought of having Malfoy, for example, one of the slimiest Slytherins, instead of Terry. Not a happy thought.
"Go in Ms Granger, and you will find your trunk and Crookshanks have made themselves very comfortable there." Said Prof. McGongall, "There has also been a slight change of plan. Mr Boot has dropped out of Hogwarts. It seems that his parents were moving to Bulgaria, and wished to send him to Durmstrang." She sniffed. "So we have appointed a new Head Boy. I will leave you two to, er, sort yourselves out."she said extremely quickly, and left me staring at the mahogany door..
I wiped my sweating palms onto my cream silk shirt, and walked slowly in. This was the Big Moment. The start of my year as Head Girl.
I may as well be friendly, though it would be kind of strange, since Terry and I had had to spend a few weeks in each others company last year, just to get acquainted, but now I would have to met some new guy. HOW could Terry have done that? Damn him! I cursed silently.
"Hi!" I said, plastering a fake smile on my face, and walked in.
But my jaw dropped as I saw the boy sitting in the compartment, Draco Malfoy.
He looked at me with a self-satisfied grin, the one which I had hated for six years.
"Malfoy!" I spat bitterly.
"Aha! The Mudblood returns! Didnt expect me here, now, did you Granger?" he said, stroking Crookshanks, who had climbed onto his lap.
"Get your hands off my cat!" I yelled, my face going scarlet. How dare he even touch Crookshanks?
"Oooh! Calm down Mudblood! Don't want to get all your dirty blood boiling, now, do we?" he drawled, pretending to be scared. He continued Crookshanks,who was now purring contentedly.
Traitor cat.
I glared at him, and sat down on the other side of the carriage, as far away as possible.
"How on earth did YOU manage to get Head Boy?" I sneered at him, hoping that this was all a stupid joke, and that somebody else, anybody else, was actually Head Boy.
"I'm not downright stupid, Granger!"
"Oh really?" I replied coolly, "That's a surprise Malfoy. I expected Crabbe to be doing better than you."
His face filled with anger. His icy, cold blue eyes seemed to freeze on my face, but then travelled downwards, onto my face, and my body, and my legs, and back up onto my face, with a smirk on it.
I was filled with such a strong urge to slap him, that I began to get out of my seat, but then thought the better of it.
I drew out my wand, opened my Hexes book, and began to chant:
"Slytherins come and Slytherins go,
And respect, they never show,
Their Slytherin mind is slimy and grim.
Courtesy is never a token,
So bring it all out into the open!"
My wand shot out a beam of bronze light, and I shut my book happily.
Malfoy, revenge is sweet!
But he only stared at me, and began laughing. "Ha! I don't think that spell worked Granger! 'The Slytherin mind is slimy and grim'? No wonder!"
But I just grinned to myself, cast a Silencing Charm around my seat, and opened Hogwarts, A History.
Oh, what do you guys think????
I would LOVE it if you could review it, suggest room for improvement, and give me some ideas!
See, they couldn't fall into each others arms right now, could they?
Pnutball
1st Chapter
"Miss Granger?"
I whipped around. Professor McGonagall was standing at the entrance to our compartment. I hurriedly shut and hid the book I was reading: A Hundred Hexes For Slytherins, and How To Aggravate Them. Head Girls weren't exactly supposed to be reading that sort of stuff.
"Yes Professor?"
"May I escort you to your compartment?" she asked
"Um, this IS my compartment, Professor." I answered, quizzically.
Sharlette Hall and Emma Gaulkner giggled, from their seats next to me. I silently willed them to be quiet. My friends were extremely giggly; especially Shar, and it didn't look as if McGongall wouldn't hand out a few detentions right this minute. In fact, she looked extremely panicky.
"Er, yes Professor!" Ron Weasley piped up from next to Harry, who was immersed in one of his usual daydreams, "She's not deserting us this soon!"
"I assure you, Mr Weasley, that she must, and will do so," the Professor said crisply, "She is Head Girl."
I saw Ron roll his eyes. Like he didn't know. I had only talked about it all summer when I went to stay with the Weasleys. Ron had complained that I was beginning to sound like Percy all summer. Harry had just kept quiet, as always.
"You will share the Head's compartment near the back of the train. The Head Boy is already there and waiting." she frowned a little as she said the last few words, but I decided not to comment.
I shrugged at my friends, and started to gather up my luggage and Crookshanks, who had been extremely bored this train ride, with no Scabbers to torture, but Professor McGonagall waved her hand dismissively.
"Oh, that will be done for you soon enough!" she said, "Come ALONG, Miss Granger! The train is about to leave."
So I followed her down to the back of the train, down to a large compartment. There was a gold-plated sign on the sliding door, which read: Head Boy and Head Girl, Do Not Disturb.
I was thankful that Terry Boot, a Ravenclaw, would be Head Boy with me, though I had been hoping it would be either Harry or Ron, since the Head's spend so much time together. But a Ravenclaw was much better than a Slytherin. She shuddered at the thought of having Malfoy, for example, one of the slimiest Slytherins, instead of Terry. Not a happy thought.
"Go in Ms Granger, and you will find your trunk and Crookshanks have made themselves very comfortable there." Said Prof. McGongall, "There has also been a slight change of plan. Mr Boot has dropped out of Hogwarts. It seems that his parents were moving to Bulgaria, and wished to send him to Durmstrang." She sniffed. "So we have appointed a new Head Boy. I will leave you two to, er, sort yourselves out."she said extremely quickly, and left me staring at the mahogany door..
I wiped my sweating palms onto my cream silk shirt, and walked slowly in. This was the Big Moment. The start of my year as Head Girl.
I may as well be friendly, though it would be kind of strange, since Terry and I had had to spend a few weeks in each others company last year, just to get acquainted, but now I would have to met some new guy. HOW could Terry have done that? Damn him! I cursed silently.
"Hi!" I said, plastering a fake smile on my face, and walked in.
But my jaw dropped as I saw the boy sitting in the compartment, Draco Malfoy.
He looked at me with a self-satisfied grin, the one which I had hated for six years.
"Malfoy!" I spat bitterly.
"Aha! The Mudblood returns! Didnt expect me here, now, did you Granger?" he said, stroking Crookshanks, who had climbed onto his lap.
"Get your hands off my cat!" I yelled, my face going scarlet. How dare he even touch Crookshanks?
"Oooh! Calm down Mudblood! Don't want to get all your dirty blood boiling, now, do we?" he drawled, pretending to be scared. He continued Crookshanks,who was now purring contentedly.
Traitor cat.
I glared at him, and sat down on the other side of the carriage, as far away as possible.
"How on earth did YOU manage to get Head Boy?" I sneered at him, hoping that this was all a stupid joke, and that somebody else, anybody else, was actually Head Boy.
"I'm not downright stupid, Granger!"
"Oh really?" I replied coolly, "That's a surprise Malfoy. I expected Crabbe to be doing better than you."
His face filled with anger. His icy, cold blue eyes seemed to freeze on my face, but then travelled downwards, onto my face, and my body, and my legs, and back up onto my face, with a smirk on it.
I was filled with such a strong urge to slap him, that I began to get out of my seat, but then thought the better of it.
I drew out my wand, opened my Hexes book, and began to chant:
"Slytherins come and Slytherins go,
And respect, they never show,
Their Slytherin mind is slimy and grim.
Courtesy is never a token,
So bring it all out into the open!"
My wand shot out a beam of bronze light, and I shut my book happily.
Malfoy, revenge is sweet!
But he only stared at me, and began laughing. "Ha! I don't think that spell worked Granger! 'The Slytherin mind is slimy and grim'? No wonder!"
But I just grinned to myself, cast a Silencing Charm around my seat, and opened Hogwarts, A History.
Oh, what do you guys think????
I would LOVE it if you could review it, suggest room for improvement, and give me some ideas!
See, they couldn't fall into each others arms right now, could they?
Pnutball