A/N: So sorry. It had been brought to my attention that I spell Mudblood, Moodblood. So sorry. I'm not the best speller.
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me, except Kelly Burke.
LOVE IS ONLY FOR THE STRONG
Chapter two: Food for Thought
Goyle returned to the compartment a little confused about what had just happened. First, he saves Ginny, then she cried on his shoulder, and then she runs away. Goyle figured that girls were just weird. But he couldn't stop wondering why Ginny had tried to jump. Was she unaware that the train was moving?
"Where's your cake, Greg?" Crabbe asked once Goyle had sat down.
"And what happened to your shirt?" Malfoy asked, raising one eyebrow.
Goyle looked down at Ginny's tearing area. It was awfully wet. Of course, Ginny was crying an awful lot.
"Spilt some water," Goyle explained briefly.
What bothered Goyle most about his experience with Ginny was the fact that she was so upset when he saved her. What could make her so mad at the one that saved her life? It didn't make a whole lot of sense. Of course, not many things made sense to Goyle.
The train arrived at Hogsmeade station just as the sun was disappearing behind the distant mountains. Goyle carried Malfoy's and his own trunk as he followed Malfoy up to the closest horseless carriage. Goyle packed on the trunks and climbed into the carriage. He was followed by Crabbe.
"Look at him," Malfoy sneered out the window at Potter and his friends. "He thinks he's so great just because he wins a Quidditch match every once in a while and he happened to survive a curse when he was a baby."
"Didn't he also defeat You-Know-Who a couple of other times?" Crabbe asked.
"Shut it, you moron!" Malfoy yelled. "Did I ask you?"
Crabbe shook his head.
Goyle looked out the window to see little Ginny Weasley slowly dragging her trunk. That trunk seemed way to big for her to carry, but she trudged on. She looked still so terribly sad. Goyle wished he knew why?
"Look at the Weasley!" Malfoy laughed. "You couldn't get uglier if you were a necrotar."
Crabbe laughed, but Goyle couldn't bring himself to even pretend. Ginny looked back at them briefly, then continued on, crying.
The carriages started off and Goyle felt this strange queazy feeling in the pit of his stomach. For some reason, he felt this extremely unpleasant feeling he could describe as guilt. Why would he be guilty? He hadn't said anything. He didn't even laugh at the remark.
At the Beginning of Year feast, Goyle was feeling too horrible to eat a thing. Malfoy and Crabbe looked at him as if he had been replace by an alien. Goyle almost felt like he had. Almost everything that had happened since he got on that train seemed so weird. He would have never saved Ginny in any normal situation. Goyle wondered what about that situation made it an exception.
Goyle, Crabbe and Malfoy went with many of the other students from Slytherin house down into the dungeon and to Slytherin common room.
"Did you see Weasley spill custard down his front?" Malfoy chuckled as he led the way to the dormitory. "Wasn't that the funniest thing ever?"
Crabbe and Goyle laughed.
"I can't wait 'til we have potions," Malfoy went on. "That Neville Longbottum always makes a bloody fool of himself."
Crabbe and Goyle laughed again, following Malfoy into the room that the three shared with Kelly Burke. They never minded Kelly. He mostly kept to himself.
Malfoy jumped onto his bed. Goyle and Crabbe sat on Goyle's bed, facing Malfoy, sure he hadn't said all he planned on.
"You know who else is a fool?" Malfoy asked.
"Harry Potter?" Crabbe guessed.
"Him too," Malfoy agreed. "But I was referring to that git, Dumbledore. He goes on and on, though no one really cares what he's saying."
This reminded Goyle of Malfoy. He went on and on about things no one cared about. Malfoy just loved the sound of his own voice.
Malfoy put his hands behind his head and lay on his back.
"Get off my bed!" Goyle yelled at Crabbe.
Crabbe quickly ran over to his own bed. Goyle pulled off his size fifteen boots and kicked them under his bed. He was ready to fall asleep then, but Malfoy was still awake. If Malfoy still had his eyes open and his candle lit, he had more to drone on about.
"You know," Malfoy began once Goyle had gotten into his pajamas, "we should play exploding snap."
It was all right. Goyle didn't mind any of the other Slytherins seeing him in his pajamas. If they said a word about it, he could just pound their brains out.
"Nah, I don't want to go up to the common room," Malfoy muttered.
Goyle climbed into his bed.
"I have an idea!" Malfoy said, sitting up with a maniacal look on his face. "We should play a trick on the Gryffindors. But what?"
Goyle tried to think of some kind of trick they could play, but his mind kept wandering to the idea of tapioca pudding. He suddenly regretted not having eaten dinner. His large stomach was begging for food.
"How 'bout we put a stink bomb in their common room?" Crabbe blurted excitedly.
"No, you moron!" Malfoy snapped. "We'd have to know where their common room was first."
Lemon meringue pie. Peppermint humbugs. Spotted dick. Chocolate frogs. Trifle. Jam doughnuts. Treacle tarts. Goyle's mouth began to water.
"I've got it!" Malfoy exclaimed. "We wait on the stairs until Potter, Weasley, and the moodblood pass under, and then we drop balloons of jam on them."
"Great idea!" Crabbe praised.
"I know," Malfoy said pertly. "Don't you have something to say about my idea, Goyle?"
"Marble cake," Goyle sighed.
"What?" Malfoy demanded.
"Idea, bloody good!" Goyle blurted.
"What were you thinking about?" Malfoy asked.
"Sweets," Goyle mumbled.
"Of course you were," Malfoy rolled his eyes. "All you think about is food."
Goyle pulled his covers over his head.
"Well, we'll carry out my plan tomorrow afternoon," Malfoy told them.
Malfoy put out the light. Finally, Goyle could go to sleep and stop thinking about food.
That night, Goyle had a dream that he was seated at a table literally covered in desserts. Goyle was so happy that he just grabbed things and started eating them. With a face-full of cake, Goyle noticed that whenever there was an empty space from something he had eaten, other pastries would rush into its place. Then he saw that all the cakes and pies were crying. He asked them why they were crying, but instead of answering his question, the sweets just started begging to be eaten. Goyle tried to ask them why they wanted to be eaten. They wouldn't answer, but just came closer, throwing themselves in his mouth. Goyle waved his arms frantically to keep the pastries away. He finally had to run from the dessert table to get away from the suicidal sweets.
A/N: Crazy dream, huh? Get the symbolism? A necrotar is a half-dead bull-wolf thing from Quest for Glory IV, just in case you were wondering.
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me, except Kelly Burke.
LOVE IS ONLY FOR THE STRONG
Chapter two: Food for Thought
Goyle returned to the compartment a little confused about what had just happened. First, he saves Ginny, then she cried on his shoulder, and then she runs away. Goyle figured that girls were just weird. But he couldn't stop wondering why Ginny had tried to jump. Was she unaware that the train was moving?
"Where's your cake, Greg?" Crabbe asked once Goyle had sat down.
"And what happened to your shirt?" Malfoy asked, raising one eyebrow.
Goyle looked down at Ginny's tearing area. It was awfully wet. Of course, Ginny was crying an awful lot.
"Spilt some water," Goyle explained briefly.
What bothered Goyle most about his experience with Ginny was the fact that she was so upset when he saved her. What could make her so mad at the one that saved her life? It didn't make a whole lot of sense. Of course, not many things made sense to Goyle.
The train arrived at Hogsmeade station just as the sun was disappearing behind the distant mountains. Goyle carried Malfoy's and his own trunk as he followed Malfoy up to the closest horseless carriage. Goyle packed on the trunks and climbed into the carriage. He was followed by Crabbe.
"Look at him," Malfoy sneered out the window at Potter and his friends. "He thinks he's so great just because he wins a Quidditch match every once in a while and he happened to survive a curse when he was a baby."
"Didn't he also defeat You-Know-Who a couple of other times?" Crabbe asked.
"Shut it, you moron!" Malfoy yelled. "Did I ask you?"
Crabbe shook his head.
Goyle looked out the window to see little Ginny Weasley slowly dragging her trunk. That trunk seemed way to big for her to carry, but she trudged on. She looked still so terribly sad. Goyle wished he knew why?
"Look at the Weasley!" Malfoy laughed. "You couldn't get uglier if you were a necrotar."
Crabbe laughed, but Goyle couldn't bring himself to even pretend. Ginny looked back at them briefly, then continued on, crying.
The carriages started off and Goyle felt this strange queazy feeling in the pit of his stomach. For some reason, he felt this extremely unpleasant feeling he could describe as guilt. Why would he be guilty? He hadn't said anything. He didn't even laugh at the remark.
At the Beginning of Year feast, Goyle was feeling too horrible to eat a thing. Malfoy and Crabbe looked at him as if he had been replace by an alien. Goyle almost felt like he had. Almost everything that had happened since he got on that train seemed so weird. He would have never saved Ginny in any normal situation. Goyle wondered what about that situation made it an exception.
Goyle, Crabbe and Malfoy went with many of the other students from Slytherin house down into the dungeon and to Slytherin common room.
"Did you see Weasley spill custard down his front?" Malfoy chuckled as he led the way to the dormitory. "Wasn't that the funniest thing ever?"
Crabbe and Goyle laughed.
"I can't wait 'til we have potions," Malfoy went on. "That Neville Longbottum always makes a bloody fool of himself."
Crabbe and Goyle laughed again, following Malfoy into the room that the three shared with Kelly Burke. They never minded Kelly. He mostly kept to himself.
Malfoy jumped onto his bed. Goyle and Crabbe sat on Goyle's bed, facing Malfoy, sure he hadn't said all he planned on.
"You know who else is a fool?" Malfoy asked.
"Harry Potter?" Crabbe guessed.
"Him too," Malfoy agreed. "But I was referring to that git, Dumbledore. He goes on and on, though no one really cares what he's saying."
This reminded Goyle of Malfoy. He went on and on about things no one cared about. Malfoy just loved the sound of his own voice.
Malfoy put his hands behind his head and lay on his back.
"Get off my bed!" Goyle yelled at Crabbe.
Crabbe quickly ran over to his own bed. Goyle pulled off his size fifteen boots and kicked them under his bed. He was ready to fall asleep then, but Malfoy was still awake. If Malfoy still had his eyes open and his candle lit, he had more to drone on about.
"You know," Malfoy began once Goyle had gotten into his pajamas, "we should play exploding snap."
It was all right. Goyle didn't mind any of the other Slytherins seeing him in his pajamas. If they said a word about it, he could just pound their brains out.
"Nah, I don't want to go up to the common room," Malfoy muttered.
Goyle climbed into his bed.
"I have an idea!" Malfoy said, sitting up with a maniacal look on his face. "We should play a trick on the Gryffindors. But what?"
Goyle tried to think of some kind of trick they could play, but his mind kept wandering to the idea of tapioca pudding. He suddenly regretted not having eaten dinner. His large stomach was begging for food.
"How 'bout we put a stink bomb in their common room?" Crabbe blurted excitedly.
"No, you moron!" Malfoy snapped. "We'd have to know where their common room was first."
Lemon meringue pie. Peppermint humbugs. Spotted dick. Chocolate frogs. Trifle. Jam doughnuts. Treacle tarts. Goyle's mouth began to water.
"I've got it!" Malfoy exclaimed. "We wait on the stairs until Potter, Weasley, and the moodblood pass under, and then we drop balloons of jam on them."
"Great idea!" Crabbe praised.
"I know," Malfoy said pertly. "Don't you have something to say about my idea, Goyle?"
"Marble cake," Goyle sighed.
"What?" Malfoy demanded.
"Idea, bloody good!" Goyle blurted.
"What were you thinking about?" Malfoy asked.
"Sweets," Goyle mumbled.
"Of course you were," Malfoy rolled his eyes. "All you think about is food."
Goyle pulled his covers over his head.
"Well, we'll carry out my plan tomorrow afternoon," Malfoy told them.
Malfoy put out the light. Finally, Goyle could go to sleep and stop thinking about food.
That night, Goyle had a dream that he was seated at a table literally covered in desserts. Goyle was so happy that he just grabbed things and started eating them. With a face-full of cake, Goyle noticed that whenever there was an empty space from something he had eaten, other pastries would rush into its place. Then he saw that all the cakes and pies were crying. He asked them why they were crying, but instead of answering his question, the sweets just started begging to be eaten. Goyle tried to ask them why they wanted to be eaten. They wouldn't answer, but just came closer, throwing themselves in his mouth. Goyle waved his arms frantically to keep the pastries away. He finally had to run from the dessert table to get away from the suicidal sweets.
A/N: Crazy dream, huh? Get the symbolism? A necrotar is a half-dead bull-wolf thing from Quest for Glory IV, just in case you were wondering.