Ngoc Chau does not own Harry Potter
Okay, this is the second chapter already.
This is where Long meets Draco and I hope you'll have a laugh in this chapter at how Long reacts to boys.
Also, to let you know, Long is pronounced as 'Lum'.
Long rhymes with gum, or hum, or numb, or dumb.
But never call her that, because she gets really angry and she's not the type of person you'd like to get angry.
Yeah... on with the fanfic, thanks to those who are going to read this chapter.
You are too nice to believe.
Long had went to bed last night because she had to study some words in english.
She was going to go to an english school, and face it, her english made her sound retarded.
She never liked it when someone laughed at how she spoke, which was why her reading was better than her speaking.
Even though she went to bed very late, she still woke up before anyone else did at 5:30 am.
She cleaned up a bit, making lunches for herself, her father, mother, and sister. When she finished it, she put the clumps of sticky rice wrapped in dark green, strong smelling leaves in a steam pot.
So when she gave it to her family, they could leave with it warm to work.
She grabbed a few books that she got from her teacher as a prize for getting the most gold stars on homework.
They were all thin books.
The books were divided in 2, the first half was in English with some definitions of words that someone might not understand. While the second half was in pure Vietnamese.
The books were of fairytales, adventure, history, and whatnot. She had a total of 15, the most out of everybody in class.
Her favorites to read were horror and comedy.
She was able to read fluently like how she did for the letter, but for a better comprehension, she would read the Vietnamese side after.
This time, she pushed herself to read the english side and know what it meant at the same time.
When the clock showed it was 7:30 and the roosters crowed, she decided to change out of her over-sized PJs and freshen herself up.
She crept to the bathroom past the sleeping forms of her parents on the ground.
They didn't have beds, so they would roll out a padded sheet and sleep on the ground.
She brushed her teeth then went to her closet and picked out something that was a little special but still looked somewhat casual.
It was an ao dai that she had made during one of her odd jobs.
The shop owner couldn't pay her very much, but along with the small amount of money, she gave Long some fabric and accesss to the sewing equipment.
The ao dai ( you can look at it on google image search) was a low tone red.
It had a high chinese collar that made her neck look longer than it was, with a rim of white.
The opening of the dress was different, it went across her chest at a descending angle just below her left arm socket instead of just straight down with a zipper or buttons.
It was very complicated to put on, but was well worth its results.
The dress had a wide opening for arms and the sleeves were adorable red puffs for easy access to movement. She wore a close body shirt under with white sleeves that stopped at her elbows.
The dress reached to her shins and was split from both hips, the lining all around the end like someone painted all around with a thin brush was white as well. Underneathe the dress, she wore tight white pants that ended at her knees.
She tied her hair in a braid like yesterday, but this time the bow was red that looked like a narrow ribbon an inch thick.
(Wow, that was a big description for the outfit, it's just that I drew a dress like this because I'm in my fashion phase right now and I really wanted you to 'see' it)
After she posed a few times in front of the only bust mirror, she went out to see what else she should've gotten ready.
She saw that her family was rolling up the sheets and putting it away in a tall closet. Her family yawned and all said their good mornings.
She waved to them and went on to get ready when Snape came to pick her up.
Long quickly grabbed 2 of her english books and put it in a midnight black napsack that she prepared last night.
It was her regular bag from school that she had emptied with a tough hard plastic straps.
Just in case, she packed some dry cookies that her mom had bought in bulk for such situations and water she had gotten from a well held in a plastic bottle.
Then she got the idea to put in her thin sketchbook. Long had never heard of Dragon...no, Diagon Alley and she thought it would be a long trip to their. So she stuffed the sketchbook in case she would be bored getting there.
She put the items in her bag, then remembered she had to get the letter, just in case it had any information she had missed.
She crawled on all fours to get the letter that she had left under the sofa yesterday. She picked it up and pulled out the letter, this time, she felt there was more than the one letter folded into 3.
She pulled out whatever else was in there and saw it was a long list. She read it slowly quietly to herself on the sofa,
"HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Uniform
First year students will require:
1. 3 sets of plain black robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)
Please not that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags
Set books
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic..."
She scanned down, she didn't feel like looking at all the book list, or the list under other equipment.
Most of the words there, she could read, but had no idea what it was.
Then beneathe that list, one word caught her eye.
The word was her favorite and it was 'cat'.
She read the line happily in english first, "Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad."
She stood up with the letter still in her hands.
Long looked to her mother who was walking out with a toothbrush still in her mouth.
Her mother pointed at the clock, it said 7:57 am. She mumbled with toothpaste dripping down her chin, "Well, aren't you going to wait for him outside?"
Long smiled a crescent grin and told her mother, "Mom, did you read what this letter says? It says I can bring a cat with me!"
Her mother walked to the kitchen sink and spat at the foamy liquid.
She washed up while Long was folding the list back in the envelop and slipping it into her bag. She scooped the bag up from the sofa and put it over her back. Her mother came back out and asked in her usual happy tone, "So, you want a cat now?"
"Yes! Can I get that little black one at the pet hotel?"
Long's father came out in his uniform, he was a bell boy. "Shouldn't we give you a broom?" He started laughing like a maniac, running to the kitchen and getting their short beat up broom that they made from the plants the neighbours grew.
Suddenly, another voice came from the door, "Parents are reminded that first years are not allowed their own brooms. It says so on the letter."
Long went over to the door and unlocked it's many locks.
Then she had to unlock the gate that was in front of the first door.
Then, she had to unlock a third gate.
She ran downstairs, but saw nobody at all.
Only the old women doing their laundry and children were playing with their soccer balls.
"Up here!" Snape cried from somewhere.
She looked up and saw Snape looking down at her. His long black hair and robe blowing to the right, it made him look more occult than magic.
She waved up, "Good Morning, Professeur!"
She ran back up the stairs, Snape going down the stairs at the same time.
Long's family were at the door, still in their PJs, but looking more awake and better. Long's dad asked, even though he knew that the person he was asking couldn't understand, "Oi, why are you still here? Shouldn't you be flying or something?"
Snape paid no attention and waited for Long to come up the stairs. Long was tired and leaned against the wall.
She asked in pants, "Professeur, how we get to Dragon Alley?"
Snape corrected her, "Diagon Alley. And we're going to teleport."
Long tilted her head a bit and asked in a curious tone, "What you mean by 'teleport'?"
Snape didn't really want to explain because all he told her next was, "Just hold onto me tight and we'll get there."
Long faltered a bit, but then ran to Snape's side. "Do you have to go or get something?" he asked impatiently.
She replied, "Nope."
She held onto the end of Snape's sleeve and waved bye to her family, "Bye, I'll be back! I love you!"
Out of the blue, Snape whipped something down to the ground and a puff of grey smoke appeared in a huge cloud.
Her family ran into the cloud, batting their arms, and looked all around for any sign.
Nothing.
It was as though she and Snape simply vanished in to thin air.
Long clenched down tightly on Snape's sleeve hem.
The last thing she had seen was grey smoke surrounding them like fog.
It felt like the ground was spinning at max speed.
Long took a deep gasp of air, the sensation was like being squeezed into a small tube. She closed her legs together as tight, the feeling of this felt like something was moving down Long's body.
Almost like when you have to go to the bathroom.
She looked up at Snape.
His expression was cold and the same.
His long hair was twisting and hitting him in the face, he didn't even blink.
Slowly the spinning stopped and Long looked up.
The grey smoke was starting to clear, moving down like dropping rain.
She looked all around.
They didn't even move one foot and now they were in some sort of different world.
She felt an emotion that could be described as 'Look out, Toto. I don't think we're in Kansas anymore.'
"How long did we teleport for?" she asked as she looked all around the wonderment that was Diagon Alley.
Snape smiled, that must've been the only quote she said in correct english.
Snape looked to the right. There was a clock store, but what was different about it was that the clocks didn't just tell time, it said it aloud in a voice!
Also, the little ornaments on the clocks were moving and acted alive, heck they were alive!
Snape said in a neutral voice, "It is 8:05. We left at 8:05."
Long laughed out loud and covered her mouth. She moved a few feet away from Snape from fear and disbelief, but mostly because she couldn't believe it,
"You not serious! It felt so long in teleporting!"
Snape cleared his throat, "That's magic."
Diagon Alley was so alive and different, people in cloaks and pointed hats.
Various colours of cloaks shining in the morning sunlight.
Long was just looking up and looking at all she could see. The owls and letters were flying all over the skies. Children were looking at brooms and eating the wildest candy.
Long was laughing so much. Was this what her life was leading up to?
She felt so happy and scared.
Snape asked her, snapping her out of her observation on Diagon Alley, "Are you done looking? We have to get you your supplies."
"Professeur, when I go to Hogwarts?" Long asked walking back to his side.
Snape looked up one moment, like he was taking a second to think, then he looked down at her and answered, "Hogwarts begins on September 1st, so you have about 1 month exactly."
"That long?"
"It might be shortened to 4 weeks."
She smiled and cheered, "Yay!"
He gave her a weird stare that just screamed out, 'Weirdo.' He fidgeted a bit in his black ensemble, "Yes...now, do you have your list with you?"
Long nodded and took the napsack off from her back.
She set it down on the ground and opened the front flap of the bag. She began to dig down the twisting pockets for the letter. By the time she grabbed it in her bag, she was elbow deep.
She pulled it out carefully, then closed up her bag and wore it again.
She took out the list and handed it to Snape.
She asked about the first few items on the list, "It say I need clothes. Can't I buy at home and make myself? Why must buy here?"
Snape hated that he had to explain everything.
He seriously wasn't going to ever allow himself to be picked to pick up muggle-borns.
He simply said, "You will need it because it is made to function and protect you from what you do in classes. Also, I don't think muggle fabric is lined with unicorn hair."
"Oh, what about cat? It say I can bring one."
"You are encouraged to, for your classes. And, it is better to buy your animals here than in the muggle world."
"Why?"
"The animals here are more obedient and intelligent. Do you really think it would be wise to allow an animal who has no idea about this world stay here and cause chaos?"
"No, but-"
He interrupted her before she could argue with what he said, "Good, now let's get your animal. I would rather we get it over with first."
That took Long's mind off completely and she squealed in a high tone.
They walked through the busy street, most likely they were filled with students who were getting their supplies too.
She was practically his shadow, but all the people were filling in the gap between them both.
She didn't want to get lost, she's watched tv in class.
All english people spoke with such an accent with 'bloody' and 'blimey'.
What were those words about?
She couldn't understand most of what she heard on the street now.
She reached out her hand and grabbed the back of Snape's robe. Snape turned back and looked at her.
She looked so worried and she probably knew what kind of face she was putting on. Because her expression looked classic, the young maiden in need of assisstance with big shiny eyes.
For the first time probably, Snape couldn't say anything.
Finally, he asked in a forced-sound, "What?"
"Don't leave me, please."
Second time she spoke in correct, though it was a fragment, english.
Long came closer and grabbed onto the hem of Snape's sleeve like before.
"Just hold on and keep your eyes on me, I won't leave you." he reassured her.
After a few minutes of walking, they arrived at a cat shop.
Long walked in inside, trying to contain her excitement.
The door rang as she walked inside, strangely there was no one in it, just the shopkeeper.
Snape walked in as well, but stayed near the door. "Hurry up and pick out a cat, already."
He raised his bony hand to his nose like the entire smell of cats disgusted him.
Long looked at all the cats.
They all looked different, no 2 cats alike. You would have cats with strange markings and a silver tint.
Even a ginger cat with a long bushy tail. Or a navy cat, that's been enchated most likely, that was a shorthair but had something like a mohhawk on it's head.
Long liked the simple things, mostly due to her life in the country.
She did a vague look for anything that was black, which was a colour she found to be appealing. She kept walking down the aisles and finally found the one she wanted.
It was a very petit cat, a shorthair kitten. It was completely black, lying down in a tiny ball, with a short tail curled about it.
It had a rosy pink nose that stood out so much, with glowing silver whiskers that stuck out so much it was cute.
Long tapped on the glass which was in front of it, it didn't move.
The little black ball of fur just opened it's eyes and looked at her.
Long felt chills going down her back, the colour of the kitten's eyes was a jade-green colour.
It was shining and sparlkling like someone cast a spell on it.
Long squealed again, however a little girl. looking around Long's age, came along unexpectedly, "Oh, this cat is all mine!"
If this was a manga instead of a fanfic, one could imagine lightening cracking in the background evilly.
The girl felt something wasn't right and looked to the left of her.
She almost screamed, but instead brought both her hands to her mouth. Long had her head down, to give it an eerie angle. The bangs on her hair was blowing up, though there was no wind at all blowing.
The shadows over her eyes was basically a warning.
The girl backed away slowly, Long moved in menacingly. Her hair was blowing even more now, the girl asked helplessly,
"Yes? Can I help you with something?"
Her hair suddenly broke free, slipping like eels though her hair clips and hair bands. It rose up lightening fast standing on ends like snakes.
Long practically growled and hissed at her like a vampire, with her canines suddenly looking sharper.
The girl didn't see that coming, she screamed and ran out.
Snape, who was at the door, was surprised to see why a witch was screaming like she saw a monster.
He walked briskly to where he thought the source of her fright was.
Instead of seeing something like a big nundu, there was Long fixing her hair.
"What happened here?" Snape demanded to know.
She pointed at the little sleeping cat with green half-closed eyes, "This one okay to buy?"
All of a sudden, a witch with a tall figure and a huge head of fluffy blonde hair appeared.
She almost resembled a spoon, from her skinny body and big head. She had on make-up that made her look plastic and she wore a bright pink cloak.
"Oh, do you want this little guy?"
Long laughed, "I love him. Can I have?"
The witch tapped her finger over the top of the glass case and slowly the case blurred to disappearence.
She picked up the kitten and its eyes snapped open.
It started hissing and clawing at the woman's arm. It was like a mini-panther.
It clawed and teared up the sleeve of the witchkeeper.
Her sleeve was being lacerated and she was even bleeding.
Long was gasping, "It not hurt, ma'am?"
The lady put on a sales smile and said, "I've gotten used to this-ouch-little guy. He isn't really friendly."
"I no care. I like him. But...how much he cost?"
The lady peeled the scratching kitten off held him by the scruff of its neck.
The little guy was still scratching and moving around.
"He's been around for a very long time, but I can sell him for 17 galleons."
Snape reached into his pocket and pulled out the coins to pay. He handed it to the smiling lady.
She carefully placed it in Long's arms.
Almost as if by magic, the cat calmed down and cozied up under Long's chin.
"Awww. So cute!" she squealed as she hugged the kitten back.
The little black bundle purred loudly.
The lady put on a surprised face and asked, "Blimey! How did he get so friendly?"
Snape was already on his way to the door, sick of the love and cute fest, Long fast walked after Snape and turned back to answer, "Is fate!"
The lady waved bye to them both as they walked out.
She, on the other hand, looked down at her bleeding forearm and said to herself, "Bloody hell, I have to get bandages!"
Long held the kitten like a baby with one hand, while the other hand was holding onto Snape's sleeve like before.
She asked in an innocent voice, "What you think I name him?"
He looked down at the purring fluff ball, who was giving him dirty looks, "I don't know, it's black. Call it blackie."
"Blackie?"
She nudged the kitten a little and asked, "Do you want to be called, "Blackie'?"
The kitten stopped purring, apperently it could understand Vietnamese. "Professeur, kitten no like 'blackie'."
Snape looked at the kitten again and puffed, "You tamed it like a lion so, how about 'Lionel'?"
"I no like 'Lionel', how about 'Thuan'? Or 'Bao-Bao'?"
Snape was walking even faster now through the crowds, "The second name, it would be easier to remember. Now come, we need to get you your uniform."
Long nudged the little kitten again, "Want name 'Bao-Bao'?"
The little kitten purred again and Long squealed, "Yay! You Bao-Bao now."
They stopped in front of Madame Malkin's Robes for All Occasion store door.
Snape opened the door for her to step through, but at the same moment, a boy stepped through the door.
He was rushing to get out and get his parents. He was planning to convince his parents into getting him a racing broom and smuggling it in.
He bumped into Long, who was fondling the little animal and not watching who was in front of her.
It wasn't a small bump that could be excused as
'Oh, I'm sorry'
'It's just fine'.
No, they both fell, Long flew back, landing roughly on her back, and the boy landing on top of her.
Poor Bao-Bao was squished between. The boy raised himself up a bit aind Long sat up, still holding Bao-Bao.
It was an awkward silence, the crowds of people walked around them, giving a large amount of space to the 3 of them.
Most of the young women were looking at the 2 adolescences in the lovey-dovey postion staring at each other with shock and surprise whispering,
"Look, they're having a moment! I just adore love at first sight! It's so cute and kismetic!"
How wrong they were about this case, okay maybe they weren't all wrong.
Long was staring at the boy. She never saw a boy like him, all the boys she knew had dark black hair and rough callused skin.
He was exactly the opposite.
He had a pale pointed face and his features complimented it greatly, like that interesting colour of grey he had for eyes. She noticed that he had a look of arrogance of his face.
His hair matched his complexion, an incredible light blonde slicked back.
Long looked down, following the long arms that were at both sides of her. His hands were white too, much nicer than her own. He must've never done a day of work in his life.
She felt her heart beating faster, he was so good-looking.
"Hello, Mr Malfoy. Getting your robes as well?" Snape asked, making Long lose her train of thought.
"Hullo, Professeur Snape." the boy greeted.
Snape looked to Long then to the boy, "Mr Malfoy, this is Ms Nguyen."
Draco moved his eyes from Snape to the witch who is was still on top of.
Snape continued on, "Good, now that you've met each other. Mr Malfoy, will you please get off her?"
Draco rushed to get up, he held out his hand to Long.
She took his hand with her other and stumbled up because she was still holding Bao-Bao in her arms.
Their hands held a bit long than she would've expected. for a total of 5 seconds!
She felt a tingly sensation from his cold hand.
But their first impressions were going to be completely ruined, thanks to little Bao-Bao.
Bao-Bao was exactly like his name meant in Long's language. His name meant protection and he was definitely going to protect his new mistress from strange boys.
Also, he never liked to say it, but he did have a little jealousy problem that started when he was just born and he was the 9th born.
Not very much attention from his mother there. And he wasn't going to make the same mistake in letting a boy be around her.
Immediately as soon as Draco helped Long up, Bao-Bao jumped from Long's arm and went for Draco's hand. He bit down hard and started clawing at it with his back legs while his front paws were sinking into Draco's forearm.
Draco jumped back, shaking the biting cat around on his arm.
Long may have been a bit smitten with Draco, but she wasn't going to let poor Bao-Bao get hurt.
Snape was already trying to charm the little cat, but something wasn't working.
Every spell he was shouting had no effect.
That was weird, it never happened.
There was something not right about this little cat.
Long was already taking a hands on approach.
She grabbed onto his arm with Bao-Bao hanging off it and tried to hold it still. "Please! Be still or you hurt Bao-Bao!"
He jerked out of her grip, "What the hell? Who cares about that beast! It's hurting me!!"
He whipped his arm down and Bao-Bao fell to the ground with a thud and a sharp cry.
Long screamed out loud at what might happen to the pet that she just got. "Bao-Bao!! Are you okay?! Please!! Be okay!!"
She started crying and picked up the limp creature in her arms.
She hugged it closely, it gave a pitiful mew.
Everybody on the street was staring, while Draco was giving looks to everybody who was stopping to see what was the commotion and they would leave.
Long stood up and gave one of the coldest looks she could muster at Draco.
Snape tried holding her back by placing his hands on her shoulders, but she walked towards Draco.
Draco stood his ground.
"It's alive, isn't it? What are you so angry about?" he asked in such a mean voice.
Long took a deep breath;
"You...you...you lousy, no good, snake in the grass, barely worth to call yourself a eunch! Wimpy neanderthal born of a feminine sop wuss! You have no soul, or integrity! You ugly hateful person! You unintelligent, nitwitted, unthinking, slow, dumb, obtuse, dense, doltish yokel.
You bitter, vicious, vile, offensive, obnoxious, nasty, loathesome, abhorrent imbecile!!..."
Soon in the midst of her cursing, she started swearing in Vietnamese, which sounded like gibberish. Obviously, she forgot some words in her midst of yelling and felt it was easier to talk in Vietnamese.
Draco tried to fit in a word to argue back, but he was befuddled. From her last plea, he learnt that her english sucked bad. However now she was yelling at him in some of the best english he only heard from his parents. Some of the words, he couldn't understand, but he still knew what it meant.
You evil stupid jerk.
Snape, on the other hand, was laughing mentally at the irony.
Long rarely spoke in correct fluent english.
Now here, she was speaking with a deep vocabulary that he couldn't himself believe, but it was to curse and swear at a person.
During her little spaz-fest, Draco's parents were watching in shock to see what was the big commotion. Some chinese girl carrying a limp cat while apperently cursing in anger at their son.
A smooth voice broke through the screeching, "Draco, what is going on here?"
Long stopped and looked at the source of the voice. The voice came from a man who resembled Draco.
He had thinning hair at the top of his head and the same eyes. He was wearing a dark coloured robe of different assortments.
Long spoke out now, she didn't care how her english would sound, "Sorry, sir. But your son...Draco, I believe. He tossed my poor cat onto the ground."
She held up the limp little kitten. The kitten mewed helplessly, as it tried to scratch at Draco's face who was right in front of him.
However it looked like Bao-Bao was waving instead of trying to claw.
Draco was still rubbing over his arm where Bao-Bao attacked him. "But father, that thing-"
Draco was interrupted by his father, "Draco, you should apologize."
Draco sighed and said unenthusiastically, "I'm sorry."
Long was still for a few seconds, but then held out her cat again, "Is Bao-Bao, you say sorry to."
Draco looked confused for a moment, but had to give in, "I'm sorry."
Bao-Bao was still limp in her arms, then she brought him closer to her and huffed out a bit.
Draco turned to his parents, Long could hear him mumbling, "I want to go see the brooms."
Draco's parents followed after him.
Snape straightened his neck a bit, "Now, we should get your robes."
Long was still trying to keep her eye on that Malfoy boy as he disappeared through the busy street as she walked into the shop with Snape.
Too bad he was such a stinker.
Wow, what I did was take out a huge part in this chapter, and it's still alot.
Anyway, please give me your toughest critique so I can fix it up to make it better.
I really want this version to work out.
Please review and read the next chapter.