[Author's Note: I'm so sorry for any confusion! People were telling me my
story beginning was random and I was like what? Apparently I accidentally
replaced the original chapter one with chapter seven! I thought something
was a bit hinky. Again, I'm sorry. Here's the real chapter!]
Chapter One
Oh, crap. He was staring at me again. But then, he usually did during potions class. Or maybe that's just when I noticed it the most. Either way it disconcerted me. Harry and Ron sometimes teased me about it. I don't think they realized just how much it creeped me out.
I turned around to look at Malfoy, who was still staring at me. At least he wasn't as creepy as that one sixth year who always told me what colour underwear I was wearing at the end of the day (and was correct). That kid was really creepy. Yet Malfoy still unnerved me. Probably because of our past together. I couldn't help but think that he had something up his sleeve, something he was planning to do. But I had yet to figure out what.
Professor Snape stood in the front of the class droning on about how to brew some potion we should have known how to brew since second year. He instructed us to start cutting our hemlock, and then proceeded to explain to us exactly how we should perform such an act. God, did he really think we were that stupid?
But I'm getting off topic. Malfoy was staring at me, AGAIN, and had been doing so summer holiday had ended two weeks ago. It was driving me mad.
"You okay, 'Mione?" asked Harry. I guess my hemlock chopping had become a little jerky.
"Oh, yes," I said, making my actions a little more controlled. "It's just...."
"Just what?" Ron asked me. I sighed.
"He's staring at me again." I said.
"Oh," said Harry, raising his eyebrows up and down.
"Shut up," I said as I hit him playfully on the arm.
"Clean up!" barked Professor Snape. "We'll continue this lesson tomorrow."
We all started to clean and put away our unused ingredients and store what was already brewed of our potions. Snape dismissed us and there was a mad rush for the door.
Harry, Ron, and I hung back as to not get trampled. Unfortunately Malfoy and his goons had the same idea.
"Oh, look who it is," said Malfoy. "How's it going, scar head? Weasley, I see you still haven't gotten yourself a decent pair of robes." He said upon seeing Ron's too short robes.
I could not believe him. Why did Malfoy always have to start a fight? Ron was starting to turn red with anger at the mention of his shabby uniform. He started forward and Harry and I grabber his arm to stop him from attempting to hit Malfoy. How on earth was I ever going to survive being head girl to Malfoy's head boy?
"Shove off, Malfoy," I said.
"Or what? What's a puny little mudblood like you going to do if I don't?" He shoved me lightly causing me to step backwards taking Harry and Ron with me. Ron went livid. He pulled out his wand and pointed it at Malfoy.
"You'll pay for that, Malfoy," Ron said.
"Oh, what? The same way I did last time? How did barfing up slugs feel, by the way?" he goaded. Ron began to say a curse but Harry stopped him.
"Just leave us alone, Malfoy, and we'll repay the favour," said Harry. Malfoy smirked.
"We'll see if you have your little boy friends around to protect you next time, Granger." Crabbe and Goyle sniggered. He elbowed them and they shut up. "See you around, Pothead," he said and then left with his minions laughing behind him.
"Well that was interesting," I said.
"I'll get him, 'Mione," said Ron, "If he starts to talk to you like that during your head duties, I'll get him!"
"Oh, Ron. Stop being so dramatic," said Harry. We laughed and proceeded to go to lunch.
Chapter One
Oh, crap. He was staring at me again. But then, he usually did during potions class. Or maybe that's just when I noticed it the most. Either way it disconcerted me. Harry and Ron sometimes teased me about it. I don't think they realized just how much it creeped me out.
I turned around to look at Malfoy, who was still staring at me. At least he wasn't as creepy as that one sixth year who always told me what colour underwear I was wearing at the end of the day (and was correct). That kid was really creepy. Yet Malfoy still unnerved me. Probably because of our past together. I couldn't help but think that he had something up his sleeve, something he was planning to do. But I had yet to figure out what.
Professor Snape stood in the front of the class droning on about how to brew some potion we should have known how to brew since second year. He instructed us to start cutting our hemlock, and then proceeded to explain to us exactly how we should perform such an act. God, did he really think we were that stupid?
But I'm getting off topic. Malfoy was staring at me, AGAIN, and had been doing so summer holiday had ended two weeks ago. It was driving me mad.
"You okay, 'Mione?" asked Harry. I guess my hemlock chopping had become a little jerky.
"Oh, yes," I said, making my actions a little more controlled. "It's just...."
"Just what?" Ron asked me. I sighed.
"He's staring at me again." I said.
"Oh," said Harry, raising his eyebrows up and down.
"Shut up," I said as I hit him playfully on the arm.
"Clean up!" barked Professor Snape. "We'll continue this lesson tomorrow."
We all started to clean and put away our unused ingredients and store what was already brewed of our potions. Snape dismissed us and there was a mad rush for the door.
Harry, Ron, and I hung back as to not get trampled. Unfortunately Malfoy and his goons had the same idea.
"Oh, look who it is," said Malfoy. "How's it going, scar head? Weasley, I see you still haven't gotten yourself a decent pair of robes." He said upon seeing Ron's too short robes.
I could not believe him. Why did Malfoy always have to start a fight? Ron was starting to turn red with anger at the mention of his shabby uniform. He started forward and Harry and I grabber his arm to stop him from attempting to hit Malfoy. How on earth was I ever going to survive being head girl to Malfoy's head boy?
"Shove off, Malfoy," I said.
"Or what? What's a puny little mudblood like you going to do if I don't?" He shoved me lightly causing me to step backwards taking Harry and Ron with me. Ron went livid. He pulled out his wand and pointed it at Malfoy.
"You'll pay for that, Malfoy," Ron said.
"Oh, what? The same way I did last time? How did barfing up slugs feel, by the way?" he goaded. Ron began to say a curse but Harry stopped him.
"Just leave us alone, Malfoy, and we'll repay the favour," said Harry. Malfoy smirked.
"We'll see if you have your little boy friends around to protect you next time, Granger." Crabbe and Goyle sniggered. He elbowed them and they shut up. "See you around, Pothead," he said and then left with his minions laughing behind him.
"Well that was interesting," I said.
"I'll get him, 'Mione," said Ron, "If he starts to talk to you like that during your head duties, I'll get him!"
"Oh, Ron. Stop being so dramatic," said Harry. We laughed and proceeded to go to lunch.
