A/N: This is a story about someone that I hear might be in the next book. I like it. I don't listen to flames, so don't
bother wit em.
A/D : Sooooo. Icicle's first name and personality is mine, but her last name is J.K.R.'s. Everyone else belongs to her.
Freeze: Part One
Icicle Weasley stood up and pushed her chair back so hard it hit the floor. Her best friend, Lavender Brown, stared at
her. Draco Malfoy gaped at her, but then again he always did.
Actually, the entire Potions class turned their heads, even Miss Perfect Hermione Granger and her little boyfriend, Ron
Weasley.
"Aah. Miss Weasley. And, would you mind telling me, why you so rudely interrupt my class?" Professor Snape asked.
Icicle pushed back her white-blond hair and fixed Snape with her blue eyes.
"Oh, no reason, Professor. I just wanted to say...." she raised her voice, "HOW STUPID AND DIFFICULT THIS POTION IS
FOR FIFTH YEARS!" Calmly she sat down and smiled at Harry Potter, who looked shocked.
"I see. You can tell me about your problem in detention today Miss Weasley."
"Or not. I have Quidditch today."
"Well, then, I guess you won't be going."
"Yeah, and who's gonna stop me?" She remarked in her Connecticut accent.
"Well, Professor Dumbledore, for one. Mr. Malfoy, please escort this young hooligan to the Headmaster's office."
"Yes, sir" Draco replied.
Icicle rolled her eyes at Lavender and followed Malfoy out of the room. She popped piece of gum in her mouth.
"So. You a goody-two-shoes, too, like the rest of this school?" Icicle laughed.
"No."
"Ha!" In an overly- obedient voice she mimicked Draco. "Oh, yes sir. Of course, sir. Right away sir. Let me suck your
third toe, sir."
She laughed and blew a huge bubble. When it popped Draco could have sworn it shook the school. Students poked
their heads out the classrooms to see where the noise came from.
"Oh, that. I just don't want a detention. Unlike SOME PEOPLE."
"I'm not goin' "
Draco stared at her open-mouthed. "You gotta be kidding me."
"You wish."
"Actually, no, I don't-"
"Shut that hole in your face!" She laughed at one of her favorite lines from her favorite
movie, Titanic.
"Okaay Whatever." Draco sighed. " Well, this is Dumbledore's office. Good luck." He
laughed.
"Tootsies!" She waved and turned the doorknob on Dumbledore's office.
"Miss Weasley."
"Icy. Please. Only Snape calls me Miss Weasley."
"Professor Snape, Icicle. He sent you here, I understand. What did you do this time?"
"Go figure. I dunno."
"Then, Icicle, why are you here?"
She pulled a slip of paper out of her pocket and read in a snotty voice: "Miss Weasley has
disrupted class and talked back to the Professor."
"I see. Well, you should see to it that it will not happen again."
She stood up straight and saluted to the Headmaster. "Yes, sir! Right away, sir! I'll be
sure too, sir!"
"Hilarious, I'm sure, Miss Weasley. And would that the behavior you exhibited in Professor Snape's classroom?"
"Could be."
"I see. You are a very bright girl, Icicle, and very funny, as I have had the honor to see for myself. You are also, as
many students noticed, quite attractive. Please use your talents and gifts for good, not evil."
"Yeah, whatever. I'll be your good lil' girly."
"Please head to your next class"
Icicle walked out of Dumbledore's office, smiling broadly. She popped a bubble just as the school bell rang. Everyone
ran out of the class.
"Cool bell!" She laughed.
Icicle ran into the Potions room. Only Ron, Hermione, and Harry were still in there, trying furiously to finish their potion,
which Ron had wrecked. Icicle picked up her books and tore her detention slip in half. She tossed in the garbage.
"Nothin' but net!"
"What?!" Harry asked.
"American expression," Ron laughed.
"No. A B-ball expression." Icicle corrected.
"My dad watches that stuff." Hermione remember tossing a green mushroom in the Potion and mixing it up. "There."
She remarked.
"Tada!" Ron clapped.
"We better get to Divination." Harry muttered.
"We have to go to Ancient runes, Icy." Hermione reminded grabbing her bag.
"Well we better go. See ya Icy!" Harry called.
"Bye Hermi." Ron kissed Hermione's cheek. Icicle laughed. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Ron! My sweet little cousin?! Why, I do believe he's growing up," Icicle announced to the rest of the group.
"Please. Mind your own life. Which I do believe you need to do."
"Hey, at least I have a life." With that Icicle swung her back over her shoulder and walked out of the room. Hermione stared after her, an anger and hatred she couldn't explain boiling inside her. A silent teardrop rolled down her cheek.
A/N II: There will be a sequel! Who do you think Icy should be with? This is more or less your opinion, cus I kinda have
the story mostly typed up. Who should Hermi be with? Should Icy and Hermi be enemies or friends? Please R/R!
There are 2 inside jokes: Tootsies and Connecticut Accent. Connecticut doesn't have a special accent, except for New
Haven. You have to live in a small town to get this. Or in a small city. Fhiskers and I say Tootsies when we pretend to be Brittish.