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Iticilized words - Spells
"Hey" Speaking
'Hey' Thoughts

Chapter 2: First Day

"Look at her. I can't believe we have to share a room with that freak of nature."

I opened my eyes to find myself staring into two pair of glaring eyes. Two girls stood in the middle of the room. One of them was medium height, and had jet black hair that was pulled into a ponytail. She had black eyes, and a very curvy body. Her chest, you could tell, had an Engorgio Charm placed on them. Her hand was on her hips, which was cocked to her left side. That was Samantha Crabbe. I always thought her last name was a play on the sexually transmitted disease 'Crabs'. But I never said anything.

The girl behind her was a bit shorter than the first, but it was hardly noticeable. She had brown, eyes and hair, and it was also pulled up into a ponytail. She also had the enlargement charm placed on her chest, but seeing as she was already well endowed to begin with; the shirt she was wearing was hardly covering her. This attractive girl, note the sarcasm, was called Millery Higgs.

Besides, from the hair color, eye color, and her overly large chest…..They were alike. Because of this, I had started calling Millery her shadow, since they are hardly ever separated.

Both wore skimpy short middle thigh high skirts, a small white button up shirt, which had the first two buttons taken off, to give a full view of their cleavage. Right about now I was thankful for the robes we had to wear over our clothes.

I rubbed my eyes, and yawned, ignoring them.

"What do you think you're doing?"

I paused in pulling out some clothes. "I'm pretty sure my action says it all. Oh I'm sorry, I forgot that you're actually that stupid." I mocked surprise, and slapped my hand to my mouth.

"Don't play dumb with me, Mudblood!"

I raised an eyebrow at Samantha. Mudblood? Where did that rumor come from? If there was anything that I pride myself on it was that I was not a Mudblood. "I saw you walk in with Tom, last night! My Tom!"

I groaned. I couldn't believe that the first day back and I'm in a fight. Over a boy, for crying out loud! A boy that I didn't even like and had like one conversation with. "First of all, I didn't know that a person could be owned. And secondly, you can have him for all I care." I then started getting dressed.

"You won't fool me, you pathetic excuse for a witch! Don't waste your time on Tom. There's no way he would go so low as even think about you!"

Sighing, I turned cold and indifferent blue eyes to Samantha. "I would greatly appreciate it if you would cease your ludicrous assumptions. Unlike you, and pardon my phrasing, but I'm not eager to jump on a guy's dick. So why don't you and your shadow, leave me the heck alone." I could hear her splutter in anger and disbelief. It wasn't a surprise that she shagged just about all the boys in the Slytherin house. I snorted. 'The only ones she didn't do were the first and second years.' I laughed to myself.

Suddenly I was brought out of my thoughts, when a unified shout of Aguamenti vibrated throughout the room. I turned only to be doused with water, which was also on the floor causing me to slip and fall.

I coughed out the water that go in my mouth, and glared at the two responsible. They smirked. "Look, she's all wet." They giggled. "Who's the slut now?" I continued to stare at them. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?"

"Actually-" I began. "I'm just surprised that you two are adequate enough to execute a spell."

The girl growled. "Why you!"

"Duro!"

I gasped and swiftly took my wand out, and said sternly. "Progecto!" I successfully blocked

"Densaugeo!" I yelled quickly, pointing my wand back at her. In a very Slytherin-like move, Samantha pulled Millery into the spell's way, causing Millery to get hit instead of her.

Millery screamed, as her teeth started to grow at a shocking rate. It only stopped growing when her front teeth were so big it was almost impossible for her to breathe.

Samantha, pushed Millery to the ground, and looked back at me. "Furnunculus!"

I jumped and rolled out of the way, all the while yelling "Finite Incantatem", at Millery to negate my hex, seeing as Samantha wasn't going to do anything before she suffocated.

"Millery get up and help me!"

She stood up glaring at me, angry for hexing her. It's apparent she didn't blame Samantha, since she was the one who pulled her in front of the spell, and ignored the fact that I was the one who saved her from suffocating.

Never the less, I readied myself for the spell. "Flipendo!"

"Proge-" I didn't get a chance to finish because their combined spell in the right in the gut. When I rolled out of the way my back was facing the door, and when I was hit with their spell, I had flown back and out of the door. I hurt my back in the fall. I was positive a bruise was forming.

Samantha sneered. "So, bitch have you had enough?" I gave a smirk worthy of a Slytherin. I quickly pointed my wand at the two. "Reducio!" Slowly their chest went back to their original size. Millery, was still pretty huge, but I wouldn't say the same for Samantha. She had gone red in the face.

I laughed, with a smirk. "Well, you undoubtedly are stupid, Samantha. But I guess you get 'A's in other departments." She was livid. Suddenly, I found myself hit with a powerful blasting charm, and went tumbling down the stairs, strait into the common room. During the roll, I heard a snap come from my wrist.

I landed at the bottom of the stairs, and cradled my wrist. My eyes burned with tears, but I refused to let them fall. Everyone who was in the common room stopped to see what was going on. I used my right arm to push myself up, just as the two girls responsible came down the stairs with once again enlarged breast.

Samantha smirked at my swollen wrist. "Serves you right, you piece of filth." The people in the common room laughed, except for one first year boy.

That same boy looked at the girl who was on the ground with a split lip, and broken wrist. He remembered last night, when she helped him, and made him feel safe. He wanted to go help, but he didn't know any spells, save the one she taught him. He looked around the room. No one was helping, in fact these people seemed to enjoy her suffering. He couldn't believe that they wouldn't help her. Who could he get to help? There has to be someone.

'That guy! He can help!' He hopped up, and ran out of the common room completely unnoticed. He saw Tom leave earlier, but he didn't know where he went. He could only hope that he was in the Great Hall. Miraculously he didn't get lost. He ran in and scanned over the Slytherin table, till he saw him sitting with some other fifth and sixth year Slytherins. He quickly made his way over.

Tom, who was growing increasingly annoyed with Avery and Abraxus' talk about who they fucked over the summer, was idly picking at his food. He just didn't feel all too hungry.

"Hey Tom."

Tom looked at Avery. "What?" He drawled.

Avery inclined his head. Everyone around Tom had went quiet and gazed at the small first year boy, that stood behind Tom. The boy struggled to catch his breath, while mumbling incoherent syllables. Tom, instantly recognized him as the boy from last night.

"S-sir..y-you gotta…c-come ba-back."

Abraxus scoffed. "You hear that? A first year is making demands. Next thing you know muggles will be in Hogwarts." A round of laughter followed after this. The boy however, never looked away from Tom.

Tom found this slightly amusing, and cast a warning glance at those around him. They immediately quieted down. "You're that kid from last night. What do you want?" Tom turned to the boy, who finally caught his breath.

"I'm Jonathan Green, sir. And it's Luvia, she's in trouble!"

"Good. Then she's getting what she deserves." Travis Flint said, getting a high-five from Abraxus.

Tom fought off a smirk. "What kind of trouble?"

Jonathan almost glared at Tom, for the lack of urgency in his voice, but luckily for him, he didn't. "A fight in the common room! You have to come back and help! No one's trying to help her!"

Tom stood up and nodded. "Let's go."

Both left the Great Hall. Tom was walking very briskly; he wasn't running but wasn't quite walking either. While Jonathan had to jog to just keep up. When they got there, Tom was greeted with the sight of a completely demolished common room.

There were scorch marks along the walls and floor. There were three people in the middle of the room, with the crowed pushed up against the wall. One of the girls had hair growing all over the place, no doubt a victim of the Hair-growth Jinx. Tom couldn't even tell who the girl was.

The other girl, who Tom recognized as Samantha had bald spots on her head, and was writhing on the floor with uncontrollable laughter.

Tom then turned to me, who not only had a broken wrist and swollen lip, but had burnt clothes, and was soaked from head to toe.

"Lu!" Jonathan yelled and ran over to me. I blinked and looked over at the first year that ran into me hugging my waist. "You're ok!"

I hissed, making him pull away. He bumped into my broken wrist. He then went into a chores of 'I'm sorry's'.

I waved him off. "It's ok, Jonny. Really."

"We meet again, Ms. Bloodmire."

I looked up and saw Tom standing in front of the entrance. I then noticed that the entire common room was empty save for me, Tom, and Jonathan. "What happened to everyone?"

"I made them leave. I also reversed those nasty jinx's you put on the other two."

"Why are you here, Riddle." I smirked, at the small sign of distaste that crossed his face.

"Well, I had the displeasure of meeting your…Pet, during breakfast. Said you were in trouble, so I came to help."

Now I was utterly confused. Tom Riddle, came to help me? From what I could see there was no lie in his words…Maybe I had him wrong this whole time.

"Besides." He continued. "I am a Prefect. How would it look if I couldn't even control my own house?" I glared. Ok forget that. Tom is an asshole, who's only after enlarging his already over inflated ego.

"You should really get that checked out." He pointed to my wrist.

I rolled my eyes. "Actually, I was just going to prance around the school, with a broken wrist that's hurting like hell."

Anger flashed through his eyes, but was quickly replaced with indifference. He took out his wand. "Finite." The room slowly fixed itself, leaving to evidence of the fight that once took place.

"I will take you to the Hospital Wing." Tom turned around, not giving me a chance to reply.

I growled lowly at him. This is only my second conversation with the guy ever and I hated him. I felt a tug at my robes. "Oh, Jonny." I smiled gently. "You should be getting to class. Don't want to be late for your first class, now do you?" Jonny, looked reluctant to leave me alone. "Don't worry I'll be fine, my knight in shining armor is in the hall waiting for me."

Jonny giggled at my sarcasm. "If you're sure. I'll come and visit you!" He hugged me before leaving.

I sighed. Now I have a snot nosed first year hanging around me, what on earth am I doing? But I have to admit…He was a cutie.

"You know I do have better things to do other than take you to the hospital wing." Tom's curt voice cut through my thoughts.

"Then just get your little followers to do your dirty work, oh most important one." I brushed pass Tom, bumping my shoulder with his.

I didn't get far because Tom had gripped my wrist, and since it was my broken one I shrieked in pain. He pulled me to his chest, wrapping his free hand around my waist in an iron grip. If it wasn't for his death grip on my wrist and waist I might've blushed.

"I would be careful of what I say Ms. Bloodmire." Tom purred, dangerously into my ear.

I couldn't stop the involuntary shiver that ran down my spine as his warm breath caressed my neck. Tom smirked.

"We wouldn't want you to get hurt, would we?" At that his grip on my wrist tightened. I squeezed my eye's close and bit my already swollen lip drawing blood.

I refused to cry. Especially, in front of Tom Riddle. There was no way I was going to show weakness to him. Suddenly, he pushed me away. He stared down at me with a cold expression on his face.

A few Slytherins that were going back to the common to grab a few books, before classes started snickered at me, who was still on the ground. Without another word Tom left, going to the Hospital Wing.

I quickly stood up and followed after him. There was no conversing between the two of us. I walked behind him, glaring at him, and holding my wrist carefully. I would not let him get away with treating me however he chose to.

We came up to the Hospital Wing, and he held the door open for me, smirking at me as I went through. He came up behind me, and leaned against the wall closest to the bed I sat on. He took out his wand and started twirling it between his long fingers.

"Why the hell are you still here, Riddle?"

"I have to make sure you're alright."

I rolled my eyes. "Right, like you did in the hallway?"

For a moment he paused the twirling of his wand, and I felt a cleverly worded insult biting behind his lips. Fortunately, quick footsteps shuffled to my area. "Oh, lord! Why is it that you are always my first patient of the year!?"

"It's not my fault Madam Bathilda! It's those sluts-" I was cut off my Bathilda's stern voice.

"Watch that language, Ms. Bloodmire!"

I mumbled a quick 'Sorry'.

"Oh, poor child what happened!"

"I fell down the stairs." I said. It wasn't a lie, because that's how I broke my wrist and busted my lip.

She gave me a look, saying she knew that wasn't the entire truth. "Really? I guess that's also how you are drenched in water, and have burnt patches on your clothes?"

I held her stare, for about a minute before submitting. "Oh, alright! I was in a duel. Are you bloody happy now?" I pouted looking like a sulking child.

Bathilda drew her wand and pointed it to my lip. "Episkey." My lip was healed and as good as new. "There. And yes, I am happy."

Her attention then turned to Tom. "Mr. Riddle. Thank you for taking care of Ms. Bloodmire-" I snorted, but was ignored. "and bringing her up here. She won't be leaving today, I'm afraid. By the look of it her wrist is broken is several places, and it'll take just about all day to mend them."

Tom smiled charmingly at Madam Bathilda. "It was my pleasure. When I saw what had happened, I couldn't just sit by and watch. I'm sure anyone who saw a fellow Slytherin in her position would've done the same." I rolled my eyes. He was piling the Riddle Charm on thick. Guess that's how he wormed his way onto the staff's good side.

Madam Bathilda blushed at his smile. "Oh of course Mr. Riddle! You are such a sweet young lad. Too bad the other's don't have your heart."

A smile found his lips, but I noticed it never reached his eyes. "If that were so, then I wouldn't be unique would I?" Madam Bathilda giggled like a school girl with a crush.

I grew sickened with this and decided to step in. "Don't you have classes to get to Riddle?" I just loved the small flicker of revulsion that flashes through his eyes every time someone addresses him by that name. He hides it well, but I can see it.

"I guess you are right, Bloodmire. But I shall return to check on you, and to let you know of any homework we received."

Before I could speak, Madam Bathilda spoke for me. "That would be wonderful, Mr. Riddle."

There's that flash again. I wonder if I'm the only one who notices it. Maybe it's just that I am staring too hard at him. Though he did have beautiful eyes - when they weren't glowering at someone.

"Darling, are you ok?"

I blinked. "Wha?" Was my very intelligent reply.

"Well, ever since Mr. Riddle left you've been staring at where he was standing." She them smiled, knowingly. "Ah, I see now. You fancy him, don't you?" My mouth was agape, as I stared at her in disbelief. "You don't have to say anything. Your face says it all, and I have to say, I approve."

Rapidly my mouth started working again. "No, no, no, no, no you've got it all wrong. I hate the guy."

She sighed. "It starts out with hating, and soon it turns to love."

"But I don't like him! He's a vulgar, supercilious, stick-up-his-as-butt, jerk! I will be dead before I ever fancy him."

Bathilda only laughed, in a motherly sort of way. "Whatever you say dear, but believe me. You're going to gradually begin to love him for that."

'How in the world could you love someone for being a vulgar, supercilious, stick-up-his-ass, jerk?' I thought, watching Bathilda leave to go into the room where she keeps all her potions. 'I guess, that's what people mean when that say, you learn to love their pros and cons.'

I thought back to my first year, when I first met Madam Bathilda. It was because my brother and I got into a fight and he put a Jelly-leg-jinx on me. After that it seemed that I would always be the first person in the entire year to be her patient, and the last. Because of all the times that I've been in here we had developed a sort of mother-daughter relationship. I was thankful for it seeing as my mother was-Well it doesn't matter right now. That's a story for a different day.

"Here, drink this." I took the clear cup with a liquid that had a grey-ish look to it, and was slightly bubbling. It smelled of something beyond description. "Despite how it looks and smells, it tastes like a strong peppermint. However, it leaves a nasty aftertaste of dirt, and sand in your mouth. It'll put you to sleep so make sure you drink it all before you go under."

I nodded, and quickly drunk the potion. She wasn't lying when she said it was a strong peppermint taste. I had just managed to swallow the last bit before I fell asleep.

Progecto - The Shield Charm causes minor to moderate jinxes, curses, and hexes to rebound upon the attacker.

Duro - This spell is said to turn an object to stone

Episkey - Used to heal relatively minor injuries

Finite (Incantantum) - Negates spells or the effects of spells

Densuageo - This hex makes the victim's teeth grow rapidly

Furnunculus - Causes the target to become covered in painful boils

Flipendo - The Knock-Back Jinx, used to push the target. If used repeatedly, it may bring down weaker enemies

Reducio - Makes an enlarged object smaller. Counter-charm to Engorgio

Engorgio - Causes objects to swell in size