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Chapter 3-
My throat tightened when I saw the wand being raised. It was very dim, almost dark in the corridor and I felt trapped. I wanted to run, but my feet were cemented to the floor. I'm not a person that is often ambushed. This isn't a normal occurance for me so I don't really have a clue on how I should be reacting right now. Actually, I don't think I could even hold a wand if I had the guts fight back. Half of my finger is limply hanging. It wouldn't be much use to be holding a wand, now would it?
"Hello, Blood Traitor," a deep voice greeted calmly.
The hairs on the back of my neck raised. Whoever was standing in front of me, was not someone pleasant. I had a hunch that it was a Slytherin. Blood Traitor isn't a normal greeting to be coming from a Hufflepuff. I couldn't talk. I was so scared. I knew about the curses and hexes this person could have learned if they were from Slytherin. Dark magic is practically religion in their families.
I jumped when I heard his footsteps edging closer to me. My neck involuntarily jerked back, wanting desperately to get away from this person. He could tell I was scared. It's like I could hear the smile in his voice.
"Answer, Meadowes. I know you're there," he said, sick pleasure evident in his words, "I have some cool new spells I'd like to show you."
Still clutching my bleeding finger, I began to slowly back up. Whoever it was standing with me, noticed this and began to follow me. Before I knew it, my back bumped against the wall. My stomach dropped when I realized that he had wanted to corner me like this. I had been trapped.
"No escape now," he whispered in my ear.
His warm breath hit against my ear, making me sick to my stomach. My breaths were coming out all shaky. I felt the smooth tip of his wand being pressed into my side. I didn't know how I was going to get out of this mess.
"MEADOWES! Where are you!" an annoyingly familar voice called in irritation.
My stomach leaped at the sound of Black's voice. Relief washed over me and I knew that I'd be safe. I was never so happy to see Sirius Black in my life. I saw his figure in the corridor where it wasn't so dark. He squinted his eyes when he saw the blob that was the boy and myself.
"I'm over here," I choked out.
When he recognized my voice, he jogged over. It was only when he got closer that he noticed the boy hovering over me in a threatening manner. His facial features took on several emotions at once. His eyes looked darker than they normally did.
"What are you doing here?" Black snarled, thrusting my attacker against the wall.
"Just having a little fun with the girl," the other boy responded.
"Why don't you go crawling back to hole in the ground you came from?" Black snapped.
"That's not a very nice way to speak to your little brother, is it, Sirius?" he mocked.
I was surprised when he said this. It was Sirius's brother? Hell, I didn't even know Sirius had a brother. It's rather frightening that there's two of them...Merlin knows that we only need one Black running around this place. His brother seems different than him. Sure, I'm afraid of Sirius when he's angry, but not when he so much as speaks to me. That is a whole different level of fear.
"Shouldn't you be in class?" Black asked bitterly.
"Herbology is useless," he answered carelessly, although still seeming intimidating all the same.
"Wouldn't mother love to hear that her perfect Regulus is skiving off classes? I'm sure she'd love to hear how you're tainting the honorable, noble name of Black," Sirius said, never breaking eye contact with his brother.
"No stain will ever be bigger on the Black family tree than the one you left after you were sorted into Gryffindor," the brother retorted.
"Get back to class before I get the Head Boy to give you a dentention," Black growled at his brother.
Regulus gave his brother one more look of resentment before stalking off in the direction of the greenhouses. I couldn't help but stare at Black. From the way he talked, I'm going to take a wild guess that he isn't on the best of terms with his family. I don't know why it never occured to me before. All Blacks are sorted into Slytherin, with the exception of a few who are most likely shunned. I felt a little guilty that I had so quickly stereotyped Sirius as being like his family.
"He didn't hurt you, did he?" Black questioned.
"No," I mumbled.
"C'mon," he sighed, grabbing my arm and leading me to the hospital wing.
I couldn't help but notice that his grip wasn't as tight. I was still staring at him intently as he continued to drag me to the hospital wing. I had a strange kind of respect for him now, but yet, I still was itching to tell him off. I didn't need him to come running in and save me. I'm not completely helpless. Although, my wand hand was impaired and I was scared out of my wits. I guess I'll just have to bite my tongue for now.
After Madam Pomfrey mended my finger and scolded me for being careless, she sent us back to class. It was the weirdest thing. I didn't have the normal urge to rip him limb from limb. OK, I can't necessarily say that because I was still a little irritated that he had to run in like a knight in shining armor and save me from his brother.
"You're not bad like this," Black commented.
"What?" I asked, confused.
"When you're not speaking and saying mean things, your company is enjoyable," he said.
"Oh...er...is that an insult or a compliment?" I questioned.
"A compliment," he decided, just as all the classes were letting out.
"You're not bad when you're not snogging some airhead in front of everyone," I told him.
"That can easily be changed," he smirked, but upon seeing my glare, added, "Just kidding, just kidding. No need to hurt me."
"Haha," I said dryly, "Well, I have Divination next, so I'll just be going."
I was waiting for him to say something like that. Good thing I'm getting away from him. My walking sped up, wanting to get as far away from him as possible before I caused him any bodily harm.
"Wait, wait, wait!" he yelled, "I have that too! Don't you ever pay attention to who is in your classes?"
"No, I generally pay attention to the teacher," I replied smartly.
"No, you don't! You sleep every day in that class!" he argued.
"Same difference," I muttered, "Besides, I bet you sleep too."
"I might," he mumbled scratching the back of his neck.
"That's what I thought," I replied smugly.
We climbed the ladder to the stuffy little room. The scent is really overpowering in here. I took a seat on my pouf, getting ready to take a nap when Black plopped down beside me. It didn't exactly register in my mind right away what was happening.
"Er...why are you sitting here?" I asked.
"That other girl is kind of creepy and wheezes," he answered.
"So? Maybe you're kind of creepy," I retorted.
"I don't wheeze though," he laughed, "Don't make me go back there."
"Fine, but leave me be," I muttered and dropped my head, getting ready to nap.
My eyes began to droop and I felt myself slowly drifting to sleep. Within minutes I was out, dead to the world, in a comatose like sleep. I began to have this weird dream. Black was in it. I knew it was weird because for one thing, I was calling him Sirius. We were sitting in the common room alone at night by the fire. I felt...attracted to him. It didn't seem like I was myself in this dream. Neither did he. Our eyes locked and my stomach did strange fluttery things. Both of us leaned in, our lips were centimeters apart when I was jerked out of my dream by something cold and wet.
"Good morning," the Divination teacher said coldly.
I didn't remember where I was right away. I saw her raised wand and knew that she had shot the water at us. I looked over at Black. His eyes were still heavy and his hair was mussed. As soon as I saw him, I remembered my dream. It was a little unsettling.
"Detention, both of you, tonight," she snapped before turning on her heel.
"Thanks, Black," I growled.
"It wasn't my fault! You were sleeping too!" he spat.
"Your snoring probably got us caught," I argued.
He didn't have anything to say to that one. He glared at me and settled back down, getting ready to go back to sleep. I rolled my eyes and sighed. Detention with Black tonight. It's going to be a blast. Note the bitter sarcasm.
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"No magic!" I cried.
"No magic," Filch confirmed, a sick smile on his face.
Filch gave one last cackle and left. Black and I were stuck in the girl's bathroom. We had to scrub it down...without our wands. I want to strangle him so bad right now. I really do. This is going to take forever!
"Don't get detentions often, Meadowes?" Black asked, smirking.
"I, unlike yourself, do not enjoy getting in trouble," I snapped.
I grabbed a scrub brush and began to clean the floors. Really, is is necessary that we clean the entire bathroom? There is a reason we don't live like muggles! We have magic! Why, oh, why don't we use it! This is cruel and unusual punishment!
"I can't believe you got me in detention," I growled.
"Stop blaming me. You were fast asleep too!" he argued, "This is why you're so bloody hard to be around! You have got to be one of the unhappiest people I have ever had the misfortune to meet!"
I didn't have anything to say right away. He thought I was unhappy? I don't know why, but this had an effect on me. My eyes burned and itched, but the only thing I could think to do was yell back at him.
"At least I'm not a rude jerk who continually uses people with no regard as to how it affects them, but only thinks of the benefits that he gets himself! At least I have a little decency, unlike yourself!" I shouted.
"I'm rude?" he asked, almost laughing, "That's rich coming from you! You have got to be the meanest, most heartless girl in this school!"
I had nothing to say to him after that. No angry words, witty comeback, or anything
My knuckles were white from the grip I had on my scrubbing brush. I hurled it back into the bucket of soapy water before storming out of the lavatory. I made sure to slam the door as hard as I could.
By the time I had arrived at the common room, my eyes were watering. As I stomped up the steps to the dormitories, I ran into Lily. As soon as she saw me, she looked concerned.
"What's wrong?" she whispered.
"Nothing. I'm fine," I said shortly and continued my way up the steps.
I collapsed onto my bed and mulled over what Black had said to me. Was I really that mean? Or was he just exaggerating? I didn't want to be known as the meanest girl in Hogwarts. I like to make fun of her! Susan, from Ravenclaw, has got to be the meanest person to walk the face of the earth. Her eyebrows are shaped funny and make her look like she's constantly scowling. It's very amusing. Her eyebrows are really bushy too, although the three inch thick glasses obscure the view. She likes to stick her nose and unnaturally huge eyebrows in the air when she struts down the corridors. She walked into a door once and I've never let her forget. I mean seriously, it was-Oh Merlin, I am mean!
What has become of me! How did I get so mean! I feel horrible now. It's really depressing to know that I'm the meanest girl in Hogwarts. Where's Lily? I need her to cheer me up. I peered down the stairs and didn't see her. I guess I'll have to improvise.
I grabbed my wand and walked over to the mirror. I transfigured a hairbrush and used a quick spell. I grinned at my appearance and promptly walked into the door. I was doubled over in laughter when my three inch thick glasses fell off my face. It doesn't take much to amuse me.
I thoughtfully stroked my Susan-like eyebrows as I sat. That was so totally a free ticket to hell...
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A/N-I finally got to update! Sorry it took forever. I had to do my ginormous HLA final. I was going to update last Friday (which was my birthday) but it was decided by the parental units that it was going to House Appreciation Day(cleaning)...which frequently stops my normal updating. It seems like I'm the only one who gets to experience of the joy of House Appreciation Day. I'll attempt to update my other fics too, but no promises. Please Review!
