Summary: Hogwarts AU. Beca and Chloe have disliked each other since the first year at Hogwarts. Beca's sly, scheming Slytherin and Chloe's a pampered, sheltered Gryffindor. When they're partnered together in one of their classes, will they learn how to put their differences aside? Bechloe, Beca/Chloe.
A/N: Thanks for the voting guys (again)! So, I decided to use Guest's names, Snippy and Tito respectively, so I thank you a bunch for that! I had a lot of trouble trying to think of some half-decent names! As the pets go, you'll all find out soon enough, and I credit all the reviewers who suggested them, so that may give a subtle hint.
For the partnering place, it'll be Defense Against the Dark Arts; it really couldn't be anything else, could it? Potions is also a good class for partners, but DADA just has that edge. Herbology is also something I'll put them in the same class together, taking more suggestions into account from other reviewers! Thanks!
And Sharp, I will still use that idea with them riding on a Hippogriff because I love it so much, thank you! I agree, it'll be adorable and a perfect 'intimate' moment for them. Again, I thank everybody for giving me ideas, I'm happy to know you're all into this story as much as I am writing it! So, without further ado, chapter two! Enjoy, aca-nerds! I was very blank in writing this chapter as not a lot of ideas came to mind, so I'm really sorry if it sucks! That's why it's a little too short for my liking. To be honest, I didn't like how it came out, but if you guys do then that's good. Anyways, enjoy!
Of Chocolate Frogs and Butterbeer
Chapter Two
Chloe Beale had always been one for shopping.
Her father, Alan Beale, was the highly prestiged, grand owner of Floo-Pow, the only company in Great Britain licensed to make and sell Floo Powder. Although the business operated in secrecy, the pure-blooded Beale family were famed in the wizarding world. Direct descendants of Godric Gryffindor, the Beales greatly spoilt the 'heir' of their house and Floo-Pow, only child Chloe. The redheaded, bubbly fifteen year-old could have anything she'd want whenever she'd wanted it, thousands of Galleons in her Gringotts Wizarding Bank account to spend. The yearly trip to Diagon Alley was an exciting one, Chloe purchasing everything brand new for the upcoming school year at Hogwarts; robes, spellbooks, trunks, cauldrons, Qudditch supplies, even a wand. Rosewood, ten inches, Phoenix feather core, as thoroughly explained by Ollivander. Chloe hadn't paid too much attention until the famed wandmaker briefly mentioned 'the extreme rarity of rosewood'. It was her most expensive wand to date, costing a staggering twenty Galleons.
But, as Alan Beale often stated, 'his darling angel was worth every Knut'.
At that moment in time, herself and Aubrey Posen - the Minister of Magic's daughter and Chloe's best friend - were in Scribbulus Writing Instruments, their house-elves struggling to carry all the items they'd purchased throughout the late morning and afternoon. The entire time during their trip, Aubrey had ranted consistently about Muggle-borns and half-bloods 'invading' their 'perfect, pure, wizarding world' with 'Muggle influences' interfering. It was no secret that Minister Posen loathed anybody who wasn't a pure-blood, and he'd passed this bigotry onto his child. Both being from elite, pure-blooded families, Chloe and Aubrey were brought up pampered, sheltered and mollycoddled, prejudice related to Muggle-borns surrounding their upbringing. They'd shared similar morals, naturally befriending each other due to their families' close ties.
"I hate those dastardly Mudbloods," Aubrey spat, scrutinizing the well-stocked shelves, a thick layer of dust covering the highest ones, "They're not true witches and wizards, only the product of a mere Muggle and Squib. Ugh, Squibs are pathetic, they're just Mudbloods who shouldn't have any common knowledge of the wizarding world. If you ask me, Squibs, half-bloods and Mudbloods shouldn't be allowed to attend Hogwarts. My father said 'if I had the absolute power, I'd ban all Muggles and half-bloods'. Shame the Ministry of Magic don't have any sense. They're insolent, pathetic blood traitors. Even the so-called 'great' Albus Dumbledore is a Mudblood-lover. Dunglicker he is; stupid, insolent old man. None of them should be accepted into our world, my father'll make sure they're all imprisoned into Azkaban before you can say' Qudditch'. Mudbloods are a burden to our world; they're dirty, inferior and poor. I might a descendant of Rowena Ravenclaw, but I agree with Salazar Slytherin's views; pure-bloods, and pure-bloods only, should attend Hogwarts. I demanded to my father that he'd change this, I'm sick of Mudbloods and their filthiness, but that…that old fool defies him! Dumbledore's not the Minister, my father is! And ny father always gives me what I want, he'll make sure to rid of those pitiful Mudbloods. One way or another, he'll succeed."
"I agree, Bree," Chloe nodded, stuffing her face with the Chocolate Wands she'd recently purchased from Sugarplum's Sweets Shop; using Alan's money, of course. She had an extremely sweet tooth, consuming some of Honeydukes' most popular confectionary at every possible opportunity, "Mudbloods are disgusting things, my daddy refuses to sell Floo Powder to them. He'll only employ pure-bloods and half-bloods, there's even a company notice in the headquarters that says 'no Floo Powder will be sold to Muggle-borns under any circumstances' and 'no Muggle-borns are to be introduced for interviews to work in the factories'. I don't mind some half-bloods, Stacie's one of them. And Fat Amy's hilarious, she's a half-blood. Ooh, Unicycle's super sweet, too! I love his fuzzy-wuzzy hair!" She chirped, giggling childishly, "But Mudbloods are just…ew, just ew. Their blood's contaminated with, eugh…Muggle germs. At least, that's what mommy told me. They shouldn't exist, everybody knows that. That's why blood traitors are such a disgrace to our world, they lack wizarding pride. Pretty sure the dirtiness of Muggles and Muggle-borns will rub off on them, too."
"They hardly deserve places on the Qudditch teams, only pure-bloods are truly gifted at the sport. That's why I'm the captain, my father made sure of it," Aubrey bragged, picking up a packet of luxury quills from the lowest shelf, "Snippy, I want these. Buy them for me," She turned towards her personal house-elf; he was between two to three feet tall, with spindly arms and legs. An over-sized head and eyes were a prominent feature, as well as his pointed, bat-like ears. When Flint simply cowered in fear, tugging hesitantly at his tattered, makeshift clothing, Aubrey's deep green eyes narrowed into tiny slits, "I said buy them for me, you stupid little thing! You're my slave, and if you don't do what I say, I will never, ever present you with clothes." She smirked smugly, patting his hairless scalp, "And you, my dear Snippy…will never, ever be free." She handed him the pack, smirking smugly.
He took it shakily, trembling and whimpering, "S-Snippy will get you whatever y-your heart desires, Mistress Posen." Snippy had a very high, squeaky voice, sounding as if he'd swallowed helium on a daily basis. He was terrified of the entire Posen family, but the young heiress was by far the most frightening.
"Buy it for me now!" Stamping her foot down impatiently, Aubrey shoved a small bag of Galleons into Snippy's hands. The house-elf yelped, taken aback by his mistresses' hostility, "I mean it, Snippy; I want these writing quills, and whatever I want, I get. Do you understand, pathetic midget beast? Or is your brain capacity too low for you to process what I'm saying?" She sneered, kicking into his side. Snippy winced in pain, holding his hip. Chloe giggled at this; herself and Aubrey loved to mess with their overly devoted, intensely loyal servants, fully aware that they could get away with it. Their parents had never punished them even when they'd performed the nastiest, most cruelest spells on visitors, "I said buy it for me! Buy it for me now! Ugh, don't you know who my father is?! He is Arthur Posen, descendant of Rowena Ravenclaw and the Minister of Magic! He's the most powerful, wealthiest man in the wizarding world, and I'm his daughter! He will ban you from using any magic if you disobey my commands!"
Snippy hung his head in shame, his ears dropping significantly, "Snippy apologies, Mistress Posen. Snippy doesn't know what's wrong with him, Mistress Posen. Snippy is sorry…" He sighed sadly, plodding over to the cashier.
Tito, the one of Beale family's many house-elves, tugged at the teenager's red, cashmere sweater. Chloe looked down upon the struggling creature, of whom had immense difficulty carrying all of his master's daughter's items; being a tiny creature, he could only build up the strength necessary to complete household chores, "Would Mistress Beale like anything else from this store?"
"A fresh pot of ink," Chloe requested, finishing her last Chocolate Wand. She licked the chocolate off her fingers, slurping loud and obnoxiously, "Make it quick, Tito. I need to buy a new cage for my owl. Oh, there's also a pair of snakeskin gloves daddy suggested I should buy. And my mommy's meeting me outside the Leaky Cauldron, she's treating me and Bree-Bree to some butterbeer. Ooh, butterbeer…it's so yummy and refreshing! Hmm…I think she's got some Fizzing Whizzbees waiting for me, too."
"Y-Yes, Mistress Beale…Tito will buy whatever you wish to posses, Mistress Beale." Tito trudged over to another corner of the store, fetching the nearest pot of ink available.
"I'm hungry again," Chloe whined, pouting childishly, "I want food."
"There's a stall selling roasted chestnuts outside, Chlo," Aubrey lazily guestered towards a vendor hovering beside the store's wide, dirtying window, "Get me some, they're only a couple of Sickles. And I'm bloody starving. My father always says 'never continue your shopping spree on an empty stomach'. Well, I have all the food I want, I'm never on an empty stomach, unlike those pesky, poor Mudbloods. Oh, how I despise them…" She trailed off, noting her friend gazing aimlessly out of the window, "Chloe, what are you waiting for? I thought you were hungry."
"Swanson's outside, he's queuing at the stall," Chloe huffed, crossing her arms over her chest; from what she could see, Jesse and Beca were stood behind three other people, laughing aloud and joking around, "Ew, there's no way I'm going near him. And I think he's with Beca Mitchell, that grumpy Slytherin. God, what are those things she's wearing over her ears? They're like earmuffs, but it's not winter…oh, it's some Muggle invention, of course," She rolled her eyes up to heaven out of exasperation. Aubrey's remained constricted, examining the excitable, hyperactive Muggle-born and 'alt-girl', "I'll send Tito out to buy them, Bree-Bree. I'm not contracting, eugh…rabies, from that icky, disgusting Mudblood. I can't believe we go to the same school as that. The sooner your daddy kicks them all out of Hogwarts, the better."