A./N. OMG! I can't believe that I've neglected this story for so long! I'm a horrible person…anyways…here's the next chappie!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter! =[
Emma's POV
"There's a place in the dark where the animals go! You can take off your skin in the cannibal glow! Juliet loves the beat and the lust it commands, drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands Romeo!"
I was in the common room waiting for the classes to start with my iPod blasting in my ears. I was also singing at the top of my lungs to some My Chemical Romance song that Hermione had showed me. Oh how I love muggle music.
But by the way that Draco was cringing every few seconds, I'm guessing that my singing isn't really up to par.
So, taking out the ear buds, I asked, "Is my singing really that bad?"
Draco's face flushed red with embarrassment as he answered, "Well, love, it's just that you're a little loud when you sing and you get a bit carried away."
I glared at him making his face turn from tomato red, to sheet white.
"Do I now? I'm fairly sure that means I'm tone deaf. Are you calling me tone deaf?" I screeched.
"What? No love, of course not!" he defended.
"Yes you are! I can't help that I'm not good at singing! This is verbal abuse!" I screamed…loudly.
"Emma, sweetie, you're not tone deaf. Now please keep your voice down," he said quietly.
"Fine!" I yelled.
I plumped down on the couch and crossed my arms. My mood had been like this for days…ever since we lost a Quidditch match to Hufflepuff of all Houses. Just thinking about it makes me sick.
Flashback
I was gliding gracefully between the large hoop-like goals; making sure that they were all secure. We would NOT lose this match. My Firebolt rode smoothly and comfortably ensuring that I could play a many hours game. The score is 120-40 with Slytherin in the lead. Seeing that the other players were currently on the other end of the field, I scanned the air for our Seeker, Draco. Where was he?
WHOOSH!A large rush of air flew by me as a bludger almost took my arm off.
I gripped my broom tightly, this time paying close attention to my surroundings.
"Slytherin with another 10 points!" I heard from the stands.
Smiling, I not-so-patiently waited for the players to start towards my way of the field. I was desperate to kick some Hufflepuff butt.
A cluster of green suddenly began to flock around a sliver of yellow. Hufflepuff has the Quaffle. The sliver of yellow burst away from the green and a blur of the color started to make its way towards my goals. Oh. No. They. Didn't.
Just as the Hufflepuff Chaser flung the Quaffle towards one of the goals, something heavy, hard, and fast hit me from behind.
My body flew forward as the bludger went past. I was slowly slipping off of my broom and my arms wouldn't move! No!
I gripped the broom with my legs, but off I fell anyways. Halfway during my hurtle towards the ground, the world went black.
End Flashback
So yeah, I'm pretty mad. It turns out that Draco had been hurt sometime during the game also so needless to say, Hufflepuff won…150-380…
Draco sat beside me and took my hands in his.
"Hey," he said softly, "It's okay to be angry about the Quidditch match a few days ago. I understand what you're going through. But love, please don't take it out on me. I can't bear you being mad at me."
I looked up into his grayish-blue eyes and lifted a hand to cup his face. He smiled gently at me.
"I'm sorry Draco. I know that I've been having these mood swings and I shouldn't be taking my anger out on you. Maybe I should take it out on my prank messenger," I said softly.
He nodded and lent down to kiss me softly. We kissed for all of two seconds when he pulled back with a confused look on his face. "Prank messenger?" he asked.
I nodded and rolled my eyes. "I've been getting the most random mail! I'm going to have to send something back to – Hey! Here comes the blasted owl now," I grumbled.
A medium sized brown owl landed directly on my lap with a rolled up piece of parchment. I retrieved the parchment and handed the owl to Draco so it wouldn't fly away.
Unrolling the parchment I read:
Heyy…chocolate chip cookies are the bomb when you put tomatoes on them.
Draco looked at the parchment with an amused expression. "Well are you going to write back?" he asked.
"Of course!" I said smiling sweetly – and fakely.
I pulled a piece of parchment and my quill from my bag and began to write my response.
I don't know who you are, but I'm a VERY peed off Slytherin girl with mood swings. So Mr. or Ms. Random, I suggest that you stop sending me random crap before I track you down by the owl you sent and hang you by your toes then gut you alive!
Lots of love,
Emma
I rolled up the parchment, attached it to the owl's leg and took it from Draco. Walking over to the window, I threw it out.
Draco was sitting on the couch laughing his cute butt off when I walked back.
"Oh stop it you git," I said with mock frustration.
"I may be a git but you love me for it," he said.
I rolled my eyes but nonetheless said, "Of course I love you."
With that, he brought his lips to mine once more.
A./N. I be sorry that it's short :/ But I just finished from an orientation at the hospital I'm volunteering at and I'm super tired…so…review! =]