NICE GUYS 7
Note to self: try to remember to erase this time, self. Stop being stupid!
A/N: Hi, I think I got about 5 reviews on my last one, with is actually a record for the most reviews in a chapter… lol (: but I'm writing this while waiting for a demo of Portal to download…which is taking forever! I started at 9:15 and it's now 9:48 and its 2/3 done. 1,000 KB/S and its 3,000 MB. Just imagine the actual game! Anyway, I'm also writing that GeorgexOC fic and that's almost done and ready to be posted. The first chapter…btw xD Anyway!
Disclaimer: I always forget these… But, I do not own Harry Potter, my last name is not Rowling, last time I checked, and I'm not British. I'm American -_-
AND OH MY GOSH IT'S DONE. (:
QUESTION TIME: Is my character to Mary-Sue? Not sure what Mary-sue is… (I know it's terrible) and I really don't want her to become her…her name's not Mary :P
Detention lasted for another hour. I could feel the words sinking through the skin of my right hand and almost back out the other side. I cringed with every letter I wrote and my eyes became watery. I refused to cry, not wanting to give Umbridge the satisfaction. Once she released me, I nodded and grabbed my bag with my right hand, cringing, and looking through it with my left hand once I was outside. I grabbed my wand and conjured a roll of medical cotton wraps.
As I walked down the flight of stairs, I wrapped the cotton around my right hand and sighed. I tucked the end into the side so it would stay and put the rest of the wrap in my bag.
What was I going to say if someone noticed my hand? I frowned and shook my head, mumbling the password and walking into the common room. I looked around and saw Harry, Ron, and Hermione sitting in a circle talking and laughing. Fred and George were testing out some new products for their store they were planning, and Ginny was talking with her friends. I smiled and the sight and slowly walked back out, not making any noise. I didn't want to confront them.
I walked down the stairs to the main level and down one more. I looked down the corridor, and once I saw no one there, I took out my wand again and whispered 'lumos' and walked down the hall, trying not to make any noise.
I found the entrance to the kitchen, tickled the painting, and walked in.
"Mistress Potter! How are you?" I heard a small voice and looked down to see Dobby. I smiled widely.
"I'm great, Dobby," I sat at the Gryffindor table, "how are you?"
"Dobby is great, what would you like, Miss Potter?" Dobby was excited to do something; I could see the sparkle in his eyes.
"Pumpkin juice please." Dobby nodded and went off to get a cup. Dobby came back quickly and set down a cup of pumpkin juice, asked me if I wanted anything else, and after declining politely, he went off to help make breakfast for the next day. I sipped my pumpkin juice and pulled my robe closer to me and yawned. I looked at my right hand on the table and wondered if it leave a scar.
The door opened and when I looked up, I saw Draco again walk in slowly. A new elf asked him if he wanted anything, he ordered the elf around like it was any less than him. I glared at him and drank more of my pumpkin juice. I saw him slowly walk towards the Slytherin table and sit down, looking at a piece of parchment and writing. I figured he was doing his homework.
I looked through my bag trying to find something to do. I've finished my essays before detention. I looked at my hand and set down my cup. I untucked the cloth and unwrapped it. The bleeding stopped but wasn't healing yet. I decided to let it just heal the muggle way. I finished my pumpkin juice and stood up to put the cup in the sink full of warm water and soap.
"Oi, Abby!" I heard Malfoy call my name. I spun around and saw him motioning for me to go over to the table. I sighed and walked across the room and stood on the opposite end of the table.
"What do you want, Malfoy." I crossed my arms in front of me.
"How did your detention go?" He nodded towards the seat, telling me to sit down. I sighed and sat, thinking if I should tell him or not. I figured he wouldn't tell Harry or any one really.
"Horrible. Why do you care?" I looked down at my left hand, keeping my right hand on the space next to me.
"I don't know, but I figure, why don't we meet up more?" My head snapped up at his words and looked at him suspiciously.
"Why?"
"I figure why not, I'm not going to tell anyone your personal life, so why not just tell me?" He smirked and I rolled my eyes.
"Sure Malfoy, what are we, 'Secret Friends'?" I laughed and he shrugged.
"Yeah."
"Alright, sure, just tell me whenever." I began to get up but he grabbed my hand. I flinched a bit and sat back down.
"What's wrong?" He genuinely looked concerned. I looked in his silver/green eyes and got lost in them. They warmed up and I tried not to smile. I looked down and put my right hand on the table. He looked down at my hand and gently took my hand and held it up so he could see. I flinched again and his eyes flickered to my face and back to my hand.
"How did his happen?" His voice was almost a whisper.
"Umbridge made me write with an enchanted quill. It's fine it'll heal in a few days." I mumbled and looked at my hand.
"No it won't, the enchantment was Dark Magic, and it won't completely heal." He began to examine it. I sighed and then thought how he would know that. I took my hand away and looked at him.
"How would you know?" I questioned him.
"My father made me study dark enchantments. This won't heal. You need a counter curse." Draco informed me.
"I'll go to the Hospital Wing in a few days if it doesn't get better, okay? I better get back to my common room." I stood up and he nodded.
"Good night, Abby." I nodded my thanks and walked out of the kitchens. I quickly ran upstairs, exhausted when I got up to the top. I wrapped my hand while I was running and said the password again. I walked in and over to Harry, Hermione, and Ron.
"Welcome back! How'd detention go?" Ron asked me when I sat next to Harry on the floor.
"Fine, it went well." I smiled asked them what they were talking about.
"We're going to start a group, and you and Harry and going to teach who ever joins DADA." Hermione informed me.
"I am?" I asked and looked over at Harry.
"I guess we are." He smiled and I laughed, leaning my head on his shoulder. We all kept talking about where to host it and what days. We never set anything in stone, as we thought we would talk to the members to work out what would be best.
This update is horrible and boring, I know, but it's an update that needed to be done. Next chapter is a DA meeting. Yay (: In the next chapter, where do you guys want Abby and Draco's relationship to go? Better friends? I don't know yet.
Thank you to everyone who reviewed, I genuinely love them all and appreciate them (:
