The Millicent Files – Folder 1 – The L.O.M.L
Author: Gilaine
Rating: U
Disclaimer: If you recognise it – it is not mine.
A/N: You may find that there is no point to this fanfic what-so-ever but someone on a fanfic that I have read somewhere (but cannot remember where, sorry) jokingly mentions the possibility of this unrequited love and then changed it that she didn't really mean that and it was someone else… I am steadily going off on a tangent… oops.
It was yet another day, another breakfast, another cornflake and Millicent was still in love with him.
Oh, he did not know – in fact if he knew her name… that in itself would be just incredible. When she could not see him or that she was busy with her nose stuck in her transfiguration textbook (her favourite subject) she could almost believe that he was nothing to her – that she could like a nice ordinary boy of relatively good breeding (her parent's were not all "evil mudbloods!" – She did have a little "dirt" in her blood – not that she minded however). She had overheard her uncle saying that the last pure-blood had been kissed two years back but whether that was the case or not she could not decide – but it had sparked a challenge of revenge against one Draco Malfoy – to find out where is muggle-blood was – he would deserve it after what he had done to her…
It did not matter anyhow – she was now on the sixth generation back on the Malfoy, Black, Smith and Clarke families and although in this quest (as it had become considering how secretive magical families were about family ties – she was knee-deep in illegitimate children) she had discovered many amusing anecdotes and that a disturbing trend was starting to emerge. Shame it was all useless now that Draco no longer attended Hogwarts (no surprise there), but you never knew when the information could come in handy. It had made her to start a search on her family tree.
Pouring out another bowl of cornflakes (minus the milk) she took a sip of her daily espresso.
:sigh:
He would never notice her. Ugly Millicent. He was interested in the stunningly beautiful, the elegant. Nope. She did not have a hope in hell. Millicent had tried to smile at him once but at his frown was worried that her smile had come out more like a grimace than anything of the friendly-type. She was not under any disillusionment about her looks – the boys and girls from Slytherin (and the other houses) made it no secret and did not attempt to hush their voices when they talked about ugly Millicent. And although the name calling had died down over the years, well, it still hurt. They forgot about it but she could not.
Well, she had matured long ago – long before the events of last year that brought the real world crashing down on many a student at Hogwarts. All her class had reacted as if a red-hot poker stick had been stuffed up their crunch. Now, if they had taken heed of her words of advice then maybe, just maybe, things would have been different – better, perhaps. But then every Slytherin was out for themselves and if they thought that you were not useful to them they would not bother about even acting like they were interested, roll their eyes and state 'how on earth could you understand what I am doing?' they would be idiots to follow Voldemort those daft few.
Yes.
She could say Voldemort's name – just like he could. Millicent found her eyes wonder over to his vacant spot on the bench. She had seen a film a few days before setting off for the train to Hogwarts called Little Voice who insisted being called LV – maybe it was coincidence but it made Voldemort less scary when she imagined a seventy-year-old plus man (villain) trying to sing as Judy Garland –
"Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high –" she began to mumble over her crunching – truly grateful for that satisfying crunch of dry cornflakes.
…Wait! There he was!...
Millicent's view was rudely blocked by a thick black robe. Said robe greeted her with a "Good Morning!" and sat down to reveal Blaise Zabini's head. "You would not believe what my oldest sister is attempting to do right at this very moment in time!"
Millicent looked around for the flyaway Thea – knowing that she would be up to no good – and today's target was… "Weasel! What on earth does she want with him?"
Blaise's eyes twinkled. "She is going to ask Ronald Weasley out on a date. But he will say no. Him and Granger must be going out by now – it is getting ridiculous."
"But, why?" Millicent gasped. "She could have almost any other guy."
"Correction, she has had almost any other guy." At Millicent's glare of 'how dare you speak about your sister like that' he stated, "well, she has dated many a guy from Slytherin, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw – can you blame her for trying out Gryffindor? And if she can hurt more people in the process the better, she says."
Millicent laughed. "Well, I wouldn't try the Weasel." Blaise chuckled at this comment. There was a pause in their conversation as they watched across the hall with a morbid fascination – Millicent still crunching away on her cornflakes. Then it happened … a huge blush covered the whole, terribly freckled face of the Weasel as he uttered that fateful word. Blaise's smile dropped.
"I – I cannot believe it. He said yes!" he had started to whisper but had finished on a crescendo that caused the people sitting around him to look up at him (for he had arisen in his shock) in astonishment at the usually cool Italian. "She cannot do this to me! I cannot believe that that idiot said yes!" Blaise stormed over to the Gryffindor table; grabbed his sister by the pigtails and so hence began a verbal battle in Italian which rushed out like a hurricane out of the great hall and outside where there were no witnesses.
She looked at Weasel's best friend laughing with mirth. It would be nice if that smile was directed at her one day.
Yeah, right. And like she could ever sing like Judy Garland…
A/N: Was that too bitter? I hope not – for I enjoyed typing it too much for it to be too bitter!
