Disclaimer: I DO NOT own HP...altough, JKR, that would be a GREAT Xmas present.
Author's note: if you guys like the story, or hate it, leave a comment. this was written for a friend, 'cause i don't really write Fanfic. The title of the Story and of this chapter are taken from the show The Middleman...and I don't own that either.
Did You Skinny-Dip in the Stupidity Pond?
There goes a teen, sulking about in his first day of his sixth year at Hogwarts. There goes an other teen, skipping about, having a jolly good time. A crier, a screamer, an almost killer. An artist, a no-longer lonesome.
Draco walked slowly to the Slythering common room. "Hi, Draco!" screamed a girl. What is this, Airheads Convention Day? Cried Draco, in his head, of course. It was Pansy Parkinson, not the smartest of girls, but a pureblood none the-less.
"Hi," he barked, Draco didn't have time for this. She didn't back away though. One would think after such cold greeting, she would give Draco his space. Again, let me tell you, she's not the brightest of the female population in this school. In the common room, Draco looked out the window admiring the underwater scene. When the Slythering started leaving for the feast, he held back. He ran to his dormitory and unrolled a piece of parchment. There he saw the instructions to fixing a cabinet, one that would make his task much easier.
He felt it would have been suspicious if he missed dinner. He walked to the Great hall, but he was interrupted by the soft sound of steps. He turned around and found a girl skipping towards him. She was in Ravenclaw. "Hi," she said in an enchanting tone.
He knew who she was! "I know who you are!" said Draco. She helped Scar-head and his friends in the Department of Mysteries. It was thanks to her and the rest he was now stuck without a father and with an impossible task.
He kept walking. He was expecting her to shout or to be insulted at his rudeness, but she wasn't. She was following him, humming and skipping. "What the hell do you want?" he demanded. "Why are you following me?"
"I'm going to dinner, I'm not following you." she replied, just as calmly as when she had greeted him.
Draco kept walking. To his bad luck, he didn't see the very large stone-torch thingy, which has been at Hogwarts sense its creation. His excuse would be that mind was anywhere but in the present. He walked right into the damn thing. His head ached, damn stones and their hardness, Draco thought.
Luna leaned down. She was a bit worried about him; after all, he seemed to be in a great deal of pain. "Are you all right?" she quizzed.
"Stupendous! I do this every day!" he moaned, sarcastically (obviously).
"Well that would explain a lot, may be you should take a break from that hobby," Luna replied, quite innocently. To her surprise, and Draco's, he smiled.
Draco couldn't help himself; sarcasm is the best of humor. He looked up at her. She wasn't so bad. Most people would insult her only because she was always…what?… happy? There's nothing wrong with that. She skips and sings out of happiness. She's actually pretty, admired Draco. His face, Luna noticed, changed from a pleasant smiling one, to a mortified one. He looked as though he realized something awful.
He got up, despite the fact he could see duplicates of Luna. He turned around and walked away confused and scared. You're crazy, he assured himself, she's the one who put your father in Azkaban along that Scar-head idiot. But he couldn't shake away those thoughts of admirations towards her.
"Did I skinny dip in the stupidity pond?" whispered Draco.