The characters are not mine… they are Ms. J.K. Rowling's …
I know I failed my readers for the past months, by not updating… I'm very sorry, I have no valid excuse, and in my point of view my excuses were not good enough.
I have been torn these past few weeks on which one of the two chapters that I've done should be posted as the 6th, and which one will be posted as a future chapter.
And this one is the one I choose. For those wondering how on earth did Hermoine find out about Harry, I'm so sorry but the reason is not here yet. It was in the other chapter that I will post soon.
Please forgive my grammar, I'm very sorry. I'm not a native English speaker, and tenses were my weak points in class. But I'm trying my best, so please don't give up on me yet! .
Please enjoy this and please give me feedback! I know that almost nobody reads this, but for those few who do, please leave a comment even as the famous "Anonymous", please I freaki'n BEG you! And if anyone is interested to Beta this story, please do! Just PM me…^_^
Again… Please Enjoy!^_~
-Kyuuka Yayoi
Reversed Prince
Chapter 6: First meeting and surveys
HARRY's POV
"Uh Dray what are you doing here?" Blaise says looking pass me. I turned around and saw him, the prettiest guy in the world! I didn't realize that I was staring until Hermoine patted my back. I surely hope he didn't notice it!
"I'm here to get you from that creature." He said pointing at Ron. "And I'm also here for this creature." He said pointing at Hermoine. "Didn't you get the emergency message from McGonagall?" He said waving his iPhone in the air. And just on cue, both Hermoine and Blaise took their phones out.
Hermoine spoke first after she put her black berry curve down. "What does this mean?" She asked.
"Why would she want another meeting, a few minutes after we had the council assembly?" Blaise said as he passed his Nokia Lumia to Ron.
"I don't have any idea, but if she wants it that bad, the reason is 100% not good." Malfoy said. "Who is this?" He asked looking and pointing at me.
"She's Hannah Black, a new comer." Blaise said with a smile.
"Have you elected your muse?" Malfoy asked looking at Hermoine. She just shook her head as a response. "Then I think this one here would be a good candidate. He said as he turned around and started walking, Blaise following behind him, Hermoine stood up next, she smirked at me before following the others. And why the hell wouldn't she? I think I looked like a tomato! Draco fucki'n Malfoy just said I could be a candidate for our department's muse! Draco MALFOY! I know I probably look like a damn school girl right now, but who cares? Since I'm posing as a school girl anyway, why not embrace it?
"Damn Harry, that boy is really hard to impress." Ron said as he sat beside me. "And he didn't address you as a 'creature'." He laughed.
"Did he just say I'm beautiful?" I asked.
"No, not really… But its close, since being a muse means beautiful…yeah I think he did." He said smirking at me. I couldn't help but smile at that… but the red cheeks won't fade, DAMMIT!
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(MY POV)
Meanwhile as the two cross-dressing students celebrate, two others were… NOT as happy…
"Did you hear what Draco just said?" Pansy whispered to Millicent giving her the 'oh no he didn't!' look.
"Yes, sadly. How come he didn't say that to me?" Millicent asked herself. "Even though it's clear, that I'm prettier than that Hannah girl." She said folding her arms, looking daggers at the unsuspected girl(snickers).
"We have to put a stop to whatever it is about that girl. First she refuses our offer of friendship, she went and befriended those freaks, and now she steals our prince!" Pansy said fuming with anger.
Millicent just scoffs at her best friend's antics. "She can't Pans, believe me. She's not even his type."
"That's what you said about Blaise last time, and now look at him! He's together with that ginger freak of nature!" Pansy screamed her panic evident in every hiss of a word.
"Hush now, those freaks might hear you."
"Let them!"
"Whatever… let's get the hell out of here, this place stinks." Millicent said as she strode away from the cafeteria followed by Pansy.
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Sigh, sigh, sigh… The only thing you can hear from the place called the design room is a sound called "sigh". And that certain sound came from none other than Ronald A.K.A. Renelle Weasley, who is staring in a blank piece of paper with a pen in her right hand.
"Another sigh, Ron and I'll throw this French curve straight to your face!" Harry yelled at the love-sick teen by the window.
"I can't help it!" Ron shouted. "Blaise has been there in that meeting for three hours now!" Ron sighed exasperatedly. "He said that he'll go straight here after that meeting." He sighed again…
"Why don't you just call him?" Harry suggested, still waving the French curve.
"That's my problem!" Ron shouted, waving his arms over his head. "Why is there even a stupid rule about cellphones in a meeting?"
"That's life for ya…" Harry sighed. "And… how can you even manage drawing in front of the window? Won't the light distract you?"
"I work better with light." Ron said as he put his pen down and look at his Samsung Champ. "Hey, Hermoine said we need to go to the meeting room… now…" He said looking at Harry. At the same time Harry checked both of his phones and found the same message.
"Why didn't I felt them vibrate?" He said looking at both of his phones.
"You're just numb from sitting around all day." Ron said looking bored, with a hand under his chin.
"My phones are not even in my pockets, they're just in front of my skin!" He read the message and saw Hermoine's commanding tone…
Both of u, confrence rm now!
Harry periled to the message.
"Why? Wht's wrong?"
"We just need both of you here ASAP!"
She replied.
'What could be very important that we have to go there ASAP?' Harry thought.
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"SO… THAT'S THE ONLY REASON YOU ASKED FOR US?" Ron shouted.
"Yes, is that so wrong that you have to freak out?" Hermoine shot back, looking as calm as ever.
"You, called for us, ASAP you said, you made us run from the second floor to the fourth floor for this?" Harry said.
"Yes, is there a problem?" Hermoine asked. "We need ordinary students for this survey. And I already have both of you so, why look for someone else?" she explained.
"But you should have just said that earlier, we were worried that this might be life and death important." Harry explained.
"Okay, I'm sorry… now will you please answer these?" She said handing both Harry and Ron the papers. They both sat in front of the nearest table and began answering the survey.
(After 15 minutes)
"What subjects do you excel in?" Ron read the question out loud. "Definitely Arts and P.E."
"Would you consider joining a team building activity?" Harry read out loud. "Definitely… no." He said.
"I think that's the last of it." Ron said. As both of them stood up and handed the papers to Hermoine.
"By the way guys." Hermoine called the boys without looking at the boys. "You'll be surprised in what you'll see on the board later." She smiled her mischievous smile.
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"This is BAD!" Ron said as he looked at the bulletin board.
"Why? What's wrong?" Harry asked.
"You see the name there, the teacher who will teach us since Ms. Pia is on maternity leave."
"He's the head of the Slytherin department right?" Harry asked.
"Yes… and he's a total jerk!" Ron exclaimed, folding his arms over his chest. "He is a jerk towards every department, except his. And he'll start tomorrow!"
"What kind of jerk?" Harry asked.
"The biggest kind!"
"Why?"
"He got that I'm better than you persona, he specially picks on Gryffindors the most, he bullies students, he's a bitch, and a big asshole, he'll humiliate you without mercy and if you make even the slightest noise in laboratory you'll receive a nice hit of a book on the shoulder." Ron explained.
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'The head of Slytherin…' Harry thought to himself, as he lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling of his dimly lit room. 'Isn't he one of the two cross-dressers who graduated in Sirius' batch?'
"Weird" He said out loud as shifted positions taking his Corby 2 and looked at his latest wallpaper, smiling in the process, as he looked at the 'perfect being' on his opinion, on his screen. No one saw it but as soon as he saw the boy in one of his breaks from his rounds, he immediately snapped a photo.
And that photo just happened to be just breath taking. Draco just finished drinking from the fountain, still a little parched, but still hot. He is standing by a huge glass window, and as Harry took the shot, a ray of afternoon light came through, making Draco's striking features stand out.
Harry knows that he might look like a stalker right now, but he just couldn't help himself. He glanced at the clock and saw ten minutes before eight. He hurriedly got up from his bed and took his phones in his pockets.
He ran outside to the hallway (a dark one even with lights), leading to the elevator. He felt his phone vibrate; he took it and read a text while running.
Wer r u? I'm strving!
Harry just smiled at his friend's message. He tried reply while he continued running, until he stumbled with a groan.
"Why you little!" Harry heard an unusual, deep voice said.
"I'm really sorry." He muttered as he looked up, and saw the person Ronald warned him about. The head of the business and science department; the man all clad in black. Professor Severus Snape. "I'm really sorry professor, I didn't mean to-" Harry tried to explain but stopped.
"But you still did." The man said as he stood up and walked away.
'Oh no!' Harry thought to himself. "I think I'm in trouble." He said as he stood up and ran towards the direction of the elevator.
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Meanwhile in Draco's dorm…
"What a maniac." Draco sighed to himself as he walked towards his dorm room. "But still…" Draco smirked. "such a lovely and intoxicating addition to the already interesting arts department."
He closed his eyes as he remembered how that certain lady hurriedly grab her phone when she saw him after he drank from the fountain; and by the looks of that person's face. That picture probably turned out great.
Yes he is a bit of a narcissist, and a little full of himself. And hell, he knows about it. He's damn PROUD of it. And he has a reason to; he knows his qualities and he doesn't keep them a secret.
'I like her…' He thought as he finally entered the door. He flopped down to his bed; forgetting dinner completely, really downright tired of the way his day went, from a meeting, checking the surveys his colleagues made, fixing the documents in his office, going to rounds, fixing some shits in the Slytherin lounge area, his extra classes and soccer practice. He quickly drifted off to sleep with one thought and resolve in mind. "I must have her…"
Okayyyy… so that's a wrap for today… a little jumbled and an all-around mess! But still, I hope this story is to your liking! And to be honest I really don't know where this is going. And I have a poll on my profile, which I put last January I think… but still I need more votes! ^_^ Have a nice day dear readers.
