Chapter Four--Puke Green Potions and Love Letters from Mother
a/n--yah, again. anyways, ok so the chaps are short but ill work at that. anyways, thanks for reading--and yes, there will be more lightheartedness and dm/hg later on...but hey i was in a bad mood so there haha peace
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There were many signs that today was going to be a bad day. Not only did he have to teach the Gryffendors, but that bloody Potter was sure to be even more stuck-up than normal. Snape had considered actually joining the Death Eaters just to spite the child, but with the boy's blind luck and idiot allies he was clearly undefeatable. That is why, when Potter entered the room cloaked by his fellow Gryffendors, Serverus almost passed out. His...his...hair. Clearly the boy had attempted to look more like his rival, Draco...Snape was quite fond of that boy, even if he was a little too rich for his own good. But honestly....Snape was dumbfounded. The boy looked like Owen Willson gone bad. He could have passed for a frikken llama with that unnatural....yellow. Unfortunatly for Harry, his unnaturally yellow hair contrasted heavily with his unnaturally puke green face...he looked as if he was about to throw up. Rightfully so, Snape thought, smirking. Potter must have been so scared of Serverus's reaction.... Well, Serverus decided, might as well change the lesson plans a little; give the boy some puke green hair to match his puke green face....
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The common room was quite. This wasn't anything new, however; people hardly ever talked unless someone's life was being made miserable. However, the silence did make Draco's train of thought unbearably focused. The same things had been wracking his brain since the summer, and now that stupid Mudblood had made things even worse. He didn't waste much time on her, but it still puzzled him--that is, until he remembered that she was one of those disgusting three...those insuffrable idiots who would do anyone a favor, then send them a dazzling smile and quip, "No need to thank me!" They were just begging for attention, Draco decided defiantly. He'd killed someone for them. He felt disgusted with himself. You did the right thing, he told himself. Of course he had. By killing his father, he'd not only saved three of his schoolmates, but all those his father had planned on killing and all those those prats were "destined" to save in the future. Yes, that's right. Bloody hell. Draco sighed and leaned his head against the back of a cushion and sighed. His silvery blonde hair--it wasn't, nor would it ever be, yellow--spilled around his head. For a while he'd felt he'd have a much sexier look if he grew his hair long, but quickly grew out of that idea when he found out how long it actually took to grow hair. He felt magicing his hair would make him appear desparate. Like that Potter. Draco smiled as he remembered the day's Potions class earlier that day when Snape had told them that this spell would be used to fix errors made by irresponsable students. Harry had, of course, chosen a spell which would turn his hair back to his natural color. Draco had watched, smirking evily, as Snape had strode by Harry's goblet and in the flash of an eye, dropped some powder into the concotion. Draco was the only one who witnessed this occurance, and he certainly didn't stand up for Harry when he accused Snape of mixing some "secret ingrediant" into his potion. Thus, a very angry and very puke-green haired Potter stormed out of the room. Weasley had immediatly turned and faced Malfoy, bright red, and had bellowed some third class insults, but Draco had been far too consumed with his laughing to notice. However, when he caught "Miss" Granger's eye, she looked far from amused.
Slowly his thoughts faded into ectasy as there was a knock on the window. Draco turned around in surpise as he immediatly recognized his family owl. Frowning, he strode over and let the shivering bird in. His mother had never written to him before; that had always been left for his father to do. Draco ripped open the envelope and pulled out the parchment. In his mother's very beautiful yet very hard to read handwriting, Draco read thus:
"Draco, Darling, This is your mother. I do admit I have never written to you before, but as circumstances hold it, your father is not in the current position to do so. With that jackass currently out of our lives, I have been left to make all of the decisions of our household. I find this very tiresome and I fear I may be aging faster because of it. For this reason, I am taking you out of school a week from Tuesday. Please look presentable; Mr. Cupcake (his mother's pet name for Voldemort,) will be present when you return from your current location. Knowing that you are quite the thickheaded child, I do presume you will attempt remaining in school, which is why I warn you--Jackson will be the one retrieving you. I also would like to remind you that your father's plan of removing the Mudblood, her Weasley deciple and most importantly, Harry Potter from the premises is also quite in effect. Jackson will be fetching them also-- and do not attempt their savior again. Your first try was incredibly disgraceful to our bloodline. If you do show any signs of repeating such actions, I will kill the girl slowly rather than quickly, kill that Weasley's parents in front of his eyes and give Potter to the Dark Lord alive rather than dead. You know what that means. With all due love,
Your Mother P.S. Please use gel in your hair when picked up, and make sure to wear the embroidered robes. Otherwise you look like a pathetic, whining brat.
Draco stared in horrified shock at the letter. She was still planning to...then it all really had been for nothing....he felt sick. Slowly, he sat back down and folded the letter, placing it on his knee. Then, abruptly, he stood back up, shoved the letter in his pocket, and made his way to the corridors outside.
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Harry, thoughts jumbled and twisted, decided a nice stroll in his invisibility cloak would do him some good. He sighed as he crept silently and with ease through the corridors, stepping calmly around teachers and wandering students. Slowly his progress drifted into an automatic movement, his mind was now wandering and was no longer focused on his surroundings. That is why, when Harry quickly dodged a Malfoy who had just turned the corner, he didn't have the mind enough to hold back his "Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Draco stopped, his eyes which a moment before had been glazed over, regained their stormy glare. He slowly turned to face the empty space the voice had just come from. Seething, he uttered the words that made his stomach drop, his fists clench and his expression flash. "Harry Potter." Harry's breath caught in his throat. Oh shit. He had two choices-- run and pretend he hadn't just been as stupid as Malfoy himself, or stay and face the demonic presence before him. He chose the second for reasons he couldn't grasp and slowly slid the cloak off his body. He watched Draco's face as impassively as he could, but to his dissapointment, Draco seemed perfectly at ease with his archenemy appearing out of no where. Then he said the most shocking thing Harry had ever heard come from his mouth. "Well, Potter, I've been looking for you. And Weasly. And Granger," he said, frowning as he added her name to the list. Immediatly, Harry was on the defence. "What do you want with us?" he commanded. Draco sighed, and said as nonchallantly as if he were telling Harry he'd just saved the world again, he said "To save your asses, dipshit." Harry gaped.
Ron stared into the fire silently. He just didn't understand that girl. Oh bloody hell, he'd just won for understatement of the year. It was pointless, really. They were always fighting about something, but it was just...sometimes he just wished they wouldn't. That's right, Ron, he scolded himself. You're certainly smart. There was a noise behind him and in surprise, Ron realized he was staring at Hermione. "Hello, Ron." "Oi, 'Mione," he said, trying, but failing, to not sound so enthusiastic. She raised an eyebrow but smiled anyways. "Listen," he said quickly, as if afraid she would up and leave on him. "Listen, I didn't side with Harry, I do think its a major buggar that Malfoy's dad was killed, you just never gave me a chance to agree with you!" Hermione stared at him in disbelief. What the hell? Since when did Ron do the apologizing?! Her red haired freind looked hopefully at her through his goofy little haircut and her heart couldn't help but melting. She loved Ron, she really did...but not the way he did her, and they both knew that. She laughed and said, "Well, now that that's over with, how have you been doing?" He didn't get a chance to answer. At that moment, the portrait opened and in stepped Harry. In stepped Harry and Draco Malfoy.
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A/N--lalala...more of the sex god (hahaha read angus thongs and full frontal snogging its funny stuff!!!) and the bookworm (in the best possible way) and the nematoad. hehe.
a/n--yah, again. anyways, ok so the chaps are short but ill work at that. anyways, thanks for reading--and yes, there will be more lightheartedness and dm/hg later on...but hey i was in a bad mood so there haha peace
***
There were many signs that today was going to be a bad day. Not only did he have to teach the Gryffendors, but that bloody Potter was sure to be even more stuck-up than normal. Snape had considered actually joining the Death Eaters just to spite the child, but with the boy's blind luck and idiot allies he was clearly undefeatable. That is why, when Potter entered the room cloaked by his fellow Gryffendors, Serverus almost passed out. His...his...hair. Clearly the boy had attempted to look more like his rival, Draco...Snape was quite fond of that boy, even if he was a little too rich for his own good. But honestly....Snape was dumbfounded. The boy looked like Owen Willson gone bad. He could have passed for a frikken llama with that unnatural....yellow. Unfortunatly for Harry, his unnaturally yellow hair contrasted heavily with his unnaturally puke green face...he looked as if he was about to throw up. Rightfully so, Snape thought, smirking. Potter must have been so scared of Serverus's reaction.... Well, Serverus decided, might as well change the lesson plans a little; give the boy some puke green hair to match his puke green face....
***
The common room was quite. This wasn't anything new, however; people hardly ever talked unless someone's life was being made miserable. However, the silence did make Draco's train of thought unbearably focused. The same things had been wracking his brain since the summer, and now that stupid Mudblood had made things even worse. He didn't waste much time on her, but it still puzzled him--that is, until he remembered that she was one of those disgusting three...those insuffrable idiots who would do anyone a favor, then send them a dazzling smile and quip, "No need to thank me!" They were just begging for attention, Draco decided defiantly. He'd killed someone for them. He felt disgusted with himself. You did the right thing, he told himself. Of course he had. By killing his father, he'd not only saved three of his schoolmates, but all those his father had planned on killing and all those those prats were "destined" to save in the future. Yes, that's right. Bloody hell. Draco sighed and leaned his head against the back of a cushion and sighed. His silvery blonde hair--it wasn't, nor would it ever be, yellow--spilled around his head. For a while he'd felt he'd have a much sexier look if he grew his hair long, but quickly grew out of that idea when he found out how long it actually took to grow hair. He felt magicing his hair would make him appear desparate. Like that Potter. Draco smiled as he remembered the day's Potions class earlier that day when Snape had told them that this spell would be used to fix errors made by irresponsable students. Harry had, of course, chosen a spell which would turn his hair back to his natural color. Draco had watched, smirking evily, as Snape had strode by Harry's goblet and in the flash of an eye, dropped some powder into the concotion. Draco was the only one who witnessed this occurance, and he certainly didn't stand up for Harry when he accused Snape of mixing some "secret ingrediant" into his potion. Thus, a very angry and very puke-green haired Potter stormed out of the room. Weasley had immediatly turned and faced Malfoy, bright red, and had bellowed some third class insults, but Draco had been far too consumed with his laughing to notice. However, when he caught "Miss" Granger's eye, she looked far from amused.
Slowly his thoughts faded into ectasy as there was a knock on the window. Draco turned around in surpise as he immediatly recognized his family owl. Frowning, he strode over and let the shivering bird in. His mother had never written to him before; that had always been left for his father to do. Draco ripped open the envelope and pulled out the parchment. In his mother's very beautiful yet very hard to read handwriting, Draco read thus:
"Draco, Darling, This is your mother. I do admit I have never written to you before, but as circumstances hold it, your father is not in the current position to do so. With that jackass currently out of our lives, I have been left to make all of the decisions of our household. I find this very tiresome and I fear I may be aging faster because of it. For this reason, I am taking you out of school a week from Tuesday. Please look presentable; Mr. Cupcake (his mother's pet name for Voldemort,) will be present when you return from your current location. Knowing that you are quite the thickheaded child, I do presume you will attempt remaining in school, which is why I warn you--Jackson will be the one retrieving you. I also would like to remind you that your father's plan of removing the Mudblood, her Weasley deciple and most importantly, Harry Potter from the premises is also quite in effect. Jackson will be fetching them also-- and do not attempt their savior again. Your first try was incredibly disgraceful to our bloodline. If you do show any signs of repeating such actions, I will kill the girl slowly rather than quickly, kill that Weasley's parents in front of his eyes and give Potter to the Dark Lord alive rather than dead. You know what that means. With all due love,
Your Mother P.S. Please use gel in your hair when picked up, and make sure to wear the embroidered robes. Otherwise you look like a pathetic, whining brat.
Draco stared in horrified shock at the letter. She was still planning to...then it all really had been for nothing....he felt sick. Slowly, he sat back down and folded the letter, placing it on his knee. Then, abruptly, he stood back up, shoved the letter in his pocket, and made his way to the corridors outside.
***
Harry, thoughts jumbled and twisted, decided a nice stroll in his invisibility cloak would do him some good. He sighed as he crept silently and with ease through the corridors, stepping calmly around teachers and wandering students. Slowly his progress drifted into an automatic movement, his mind was now wandering and was no longer focused on his surroundings. That is why, when Harry quickly dodged a Malfoy who had just turned the corner, he didn't have the mind enough to hold back his "Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Draco stopped, his eyes which a moment before had been glazed over, regained their stormy glare. He slowly turned to face the empty space the voice had just come from. Seething, he uttered the words that made his stomach drop, his fists clench and his expression flash. "Harry Potter." Harry's breath caught in his throat. Oh shit. He had two choices-- run and pretend he hadn't just been as stupid as Malfoy himself, or stay and face the demonic presence before him. He chose the second for reasons he couldn't grasp and slowly slid the cloak off his body. He watched Draco's face as impassively as he could, but to his dissapointment, Draco seemed perfectly at ease with his archenemy appearing out of no where. Then he said the most shocking thing Harry had ever heard come from his mouth. "Well, Potter, I've been looking for you. And Weasly. And Granger," he said, frowning as he added her name to the list. Immediatly, Harry was on the defence. "What do you want with us?" he commanded. Draco sighed, and said as nonchallantly as if he were telling Harry he'd just saved the world again, he said "To save your asses, dipshit." Harry gaped.
Ron stared into the fire silently. He just didn't understand that girl. Oh bloody hell, he'd just won for understatement of the year. It was pointless, really. They were always fighting about something, but it was just...sometimes he just wished they wouldn't. That's right, Ron, he scolded himself. You're certainly smart. There was a noise behind him and in surprise, Ron realized he was staring at Hermione. "Hello, Ron." "Oi, 'Mione," he said, trying, but failing, to not sound so enthusiastic. She raised an eyebrow but smiled anyways. "Listen," he said quickly, as if afraid she would up and leave on him. "Listen, I didn't side with Harry, I do think its a major buggar that Malfoy's dad was killed, you just never gave me a chance to agree with you!" Hermione stared at him in disbelief. What the hell? Since when did Ron do the apologizing?! Her red haired freind looked hopefully at her through his goofy little haircut and her heart couldn't help but melting. She loved Ron, she really did...but not the way he did her, and they both knew that. She laughed and said, "Well, now that that's over with, how have you been doing?" He didn't get a chance to answer. At that moment, the portrait opened and in stepped Harry. In stepped Harry and Draco Malfoy.
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A/N--lalala...more of the sex god (hahaha read angus thongs and full frontal snogging its funny stuff!!!) and the bookworm (in the best possible way) and the nematoad. hehe.
