Chapter ten: Wait, what? Explain that again?
"Wow, I underestimated you, Lucie. You're cleverer than I imagined." Amelie said, gob smacked, "Oh well, Amelie Black- at your service." Amelie cried over dramatically…
"Excuse me? What?" Malfoy said incredulously, his eyebrows furrowed, I could hear the cogs in his mind reeling, trying to figure out the whole situation. I could have laughed, a Malfoy confused! People in our school would pay money to see this! HAHA! Lucie, focus, now is not the time. Right, oookay.
"Godric, you're not the brightest fairy on the Christmas tree are you?" Amelie smirked… Again. It's scary how alike her and my mum is, they even smirk the same, it's like looking at my mum. "Hey!" I shouted defensively, Malfoy looked at me amused at my defending him- bloody prat- although I still had hold of his hand, I still hated the idiot. Right? Yeah.
"Okay, okay, you might want to buy your girlfriend a muzzle, Malfoy." Amelie grinned evilly, how dare she? I'm not his girlfriend, nor am I in need of muzzle!
You sure about that?
Pretty sure, thank you.
Hmm, whatever you say.
"One: I'll pass thanks. Two: she's not my girlfriend." Sc-Malfoy drawled in bored tone, still not letting go of my hand, looking into Amelie's eyes. There was something about this that wasn't quite right; if she was going to injure us or tell us something shouldn't she have said something already? Hm, something wasn't adding up. Amelie took three steps forwards and looked up into Malfoy's eyes and whispered, "If she's not your girlfriend, then why are you holding her hand?"
Before Malfoy could answer I spoke up, "Hold up, what's this all about? No, I don't want your life story; I want to know what you want, now." I said forcefully, looking around the room in search of my wand, where the hell was it? I checked my back pockets, and my robe pockets, what the hell?
"Oh, okay. You want to know what I want. I want you. Dead. Both of you." Amelie said in a bored tone, looking at her red nails in false admiration.
"Then do it then?" Malfoy said, regaining his composure.
"Nah, not tonight, there'll be a time. Just not yet."
"Wait, what? Why do you want us dead?" I seethed, narrowing my eyes; I was getting angry at this idiot.
"Well, I unlike your dear mother did not marry an utter idiot who loves plants that spit disgusting smelling, foul liquids. I have standards." She spat, "Your mother killed the person I loved the most! She took him from me! And now, I plan to return the favour." Her eyes filled with rage as she spat these words like venom. "Of course your dear father needs to learn his place too, he helped her take this away from me, my whole day came crashing down that day, the bumbling idiot!" she raged, pacing back and forth in front of my very eyes, I clenched my fists. How dare she talk about my dad that way! HOW DARE HER! Malfoy squeezed my hand, looking down at me with a questioning look. I looked at him with anger plain in my eyes; he sent me a look that clearly said, calm down.
"Okay then, Black. Why Scorpious? He has nothing to do with this? Let him go? Kill me? Wouldn't make a difference anyway?" I growled.
"Oh, feisty one you are, just like your mother! Ha! Oh Malfoy's parents owe me big time, biiig time! And why don't you ask your boyfriend yourself, because I'm sure he knows why I hate him, deep down. He knows." Amelie explained in her venomous tone.
"For the last time, he's not my boyfriend, you impossible toad." I seethed, "You want revenge? Hm? Then do it, no one is stopping you?" I reluctantly released Scorpious' hand and stepped forward, "I mean, what I have to live for?" I laughed half heartedly.
"NO. Your time is running out anyway-" she was cut off by an almighty crash. My head shot towards the wall to my left, there in the explosion hole stood, my anxious looking mother, furious father, flabbergasted head teacher and Mr and Mrs Malfoy.
"Amelie?" My mother screeched, her brown eyes filling with utter hatred.
"This is not over, River!" Amelie screamed before disappearing in a cloud of black smoke. I coughed multiple times before running over to my parents. "Mum, Dad!" I yelled, running towards them. My mum enveloped me in a hug and I felt safe, like I was untouchable. Of course I knew she would be back, with this thing that was coming to kill me and Scorpious but I was safe now.
Several hours later, my mother had listened intently to mine and Scorpious' story of our detention and Amelie's plan and said she needed to go home and contact the auror office to keep an eye out from any out of the ordinary behaviour. Professor McGonagall left us in the hospital wing and left to talk with dad about any precautions needed for our safety. And right now? Scorpious is talking with his parents, whilst I am pretending to sleep. "Son, who is she?" Astoria enquired, in a soft voice- wow, her voice sounded like bells.
"Who?" Scorpious said, stubbornly, I could just imagine his facial expression, his eyes cold and hard with his mouth in a thin line, I had to try my hardest not to laugh.
"You know exactly who, so come on tell us." Astoria said her bell-like voice harder than before.
"She's just a girl; she's in some of my classes. Why do you ask?" He drawled his voice lighter than I've ever heard it.
"She's very beautiful. Especially for a Longbottom." I heard a smile in Astoria's voice. I heard Scorpi- whoa, wait have I just been calling him Scorpious?- MALFOY groans. "Dad, tell her to stop embarrassing me!" He snarled.
"Astoria, leave the boy alone. You're clearly just being nosy." Draco said in a cold, hard voice.
"Well, I'm sorry for caring, I just wanted to know. She seemed lovely." Astoria said harshly. I started to stir, which I'm guessing The Malfoys noticed as they said, "We have to go, darling. I'll see you at Christmas, keep an eye out and write if you see anything you don't like." Astoria chimed and left the hospital wing. "What did I miss?" I asked Malfoy, getting off the bed and walking towards him. "My parents being idiots." He laughed rather genuinely, "Hey, Luce, whets that?" he said pointing at a black owl with cobalt eyes sitting on the bedside table, holding a blood red envelope. "And owl, what do you think?" I muttered, as he went over to the owl and ripped the letter from its beak. He hastily read it. "Hey, you might want to read this." He drawled. I walked over to him and read:
THIS IS NOT OVER. YOU'RE DEAD.
Oh-oh. Well a bit of Scorpious/Lucie action there ;)
Stay tuned.