"Mr. Hyuuga!" Snape snapped.
A book fell off Natsume's head and Natume raised an eyebrow. "Hnn?" (His famouse line)
"Take your feet off the table, Hyuuga. And keep your Potions book off your face. And STOP SLEEPING IN MY CLASS!!"
"Baka..." Natsume muttered.
"What did you say?! What does that mean?! Answer me!"
"Go away. . . . . ."
"I will NOT! And you havn't even started making the potion..."
"I don't feel like it, baka-yero."
"You don't FEEL like it? How would you FEEL like having a detention?!"
"Do, and I'll burn you to a crisp."
"Ten points from Griffindoor! I'd like to see someone with no magical powers try! Don't you dare threten me!"
Natsume held his hand out and moved it in a 'come here' sign. Snape leaned forward only a bit.
"I may not be a wizerd, but don't assume I don't have power."
"ARG! WHY WON'T IT LIGHT?!" yelled a beautiful voice. THat beautiful voice belonged to a beautiful girl, who had a beautiful tempor. This was all in Natsume's opinion, but it was true to him. He looked around and stared at the brunnett girl trying to light a match. She was the only one. All the other students simply congered up a fire using magic. Natsume Hyuuga layed his eyes on Mikan Sakura.
"Damn these matches! They suck!" she tossed the match she was trying to light on the table and got anouther out of the box, and tried to light that one, but just as little results.
"Watch." was all Natsume said to the teacher he was still having an argument with. However, he barely relized he had said anything because his mind was on Mikan. Suddenly, before Mikan even lit the match (which we all knew wasn't going to happen) the fire under her cauldren went from non-existant to blazing. Mikan gasped and so did Proffessor Snape.
"Aha!" Mikan smiled. Natsume smiled too, without relizing it. Mikan looked up and caught Natsume smiling at her. Natsume flushed, but recovered magnificently, and turned away from her like noting had happened. But Mikan knew better, even without finding Nastume looking at her.
"Arigato! Natsume-kun!"
Natsume pretended like he didn't care. He pretended like her thanks was worth nothing to him. He even closed his eyes to emfasize the fact. But really, that one 'thank you, Natsume' meant the world to him. He enjoyed hearing Mikan say his name in her pretty voice.
But there was no way in hell he'd admit it.
"How did you...?" Snape began, "You don't have... Are you a...?"
"No." But Natsume didn't elaborate. He stood up and picked up his bag.
"Natsume-san?" said a girl Nastume learned the name of (Hermione Granger) said, "Where are you going?"
"THis class is lame." was all Natsume said.
"Hermione, what does "-san" mean?" asked a red-haired boy.
"It means (starts explanation of honerifics)."
Natsume ditched the class. He could hear Mikan yelling at him even when he was four hallways away. He was amased that she could have such a. . . . loud voice. Loud and beautiful. . . . Natsume blushed. He shook it off. That wouldn't do. Eventualy, Mikan gave up on him, and stopped yelling. Natsume was gald too. If she had continued, he might actually have broken and gone back. (Which was against him bad-ass code of honor.) He looked into the Transfiguration classroom. He tried to get Ruka's attention,
but he couldn't. THey had been turing objects into animals, and Ruka was in heaven. He was playing with a rabit which obviously the result of transorming a tea cup (one of it's arms was still a handle, and it had flower print fur). Hotaru Imai picked up the rabit and stuck a carrot in its mouth quite ruffly. Ruka smiled up at the rabit. . . . . . . . or was it the rabit? Natsume watched the scean from the doorway. Ruka was smiling up at the rabit (and Imai) fondly, but it was different from when he was just staring at the rabit. It was. . . . . a familiar look. Where had Natsume seen that look before?
He shook it off, and decided Ruka was too busy (okay, having too much fun) to ditch class, so Natsume left for the common room. He decided he wouldn't be going to any of the other classes, either.
"Password?" asked the portait.
"Open up before I burn your frame."
"WELL! You don't have to be thretening!" the Fat Lady opened up for Natsume (mainly because she recognized him) and he climbed in. He proped his feet up on the coffee (?) table and leaned back in the easy chair. He knew when Mikan came back, she would not be happy. He also knew that her mad face was cute. So the kuro neko didn't worry about it too much.What he feared was if she went running to Imai to make him become a proper school go-er. Imai would eventually break from her adorable pouting face, and actually do something about him. THen she would make Mikan pay up in gallions (because thats what wizerds use) a random amount of cash she would think of on the spot. Then, after a few days, Natsume would laps back into his old habbits on purpouse because they aren't really habbits but self-forced actions, and the circle of life would continue.
Natsume's examination of the future events made him very sleepy. He soon fell asleep right there in the big fluffy chair. He didn't know then, that this was the best plance for him to sleep in. . . . . .
(Please continue to chapter three)
Author note:
Thank you for reading. I havn't checked for reviews yet, but I hope I've already got some! (probobly not, though) I will update as soon as I can. Although, I'm sick, so it way take a wile. Just favotire it and wait, please!