AN- That's right, another chapter chock full of Malandra goodness. And to all the people that asked for Mal and her father to get in a bit of a battle of wits... this is for you. :)
I still don't own Harry or Snape or anyne except Mal. I don't own the song- I stay away by- Alice in chains
I STAY AWAY-
I am enlightened. so some day you'll see I stay away!
The next morning dawned bright and early. Just as she normally was in the future, Hermione was wide awake by seven; and just like she was in future, Malandra was not. She was a night person, it ran on her father's side of the family.
And so, a groggy Malandra and a chipper Hermione made their way down to the Great Hall for breakfast. Once there, Malandra made it a point to sit as far away from Harry-- and therefore, by proxy, Ginny-- as possible. She was trying to prove to Ginny that she wasn't a threat, that she absolutely no interest in Harry. Unfortunately, things didn't work out quite that way.
Harry leaned over to whisper to Hermione. "Is Malandra alright? She's been quite all morning, hasn't spoken a word at all." Hermione look at him. "She seemed fine earlier, until we came down here, that is." She looked at him, "Harry, did the two of you get in an argument?"
Harry looked confused. "Why do you think that, 'Mione?" He asked as he stuffed another piece of toast in his mouth. "Because she was fine until she sat down at the table and saw you.
Harry looked dumbfounded. "We didn't fight, in fact we haven't really talked since yesterday when you guys came in the room of requirement." He sighed, "After that, we talked a little at dinner and then she went up to the girl's dorm and we haven't spoke since." "Hmmm," Hermione said. This was a mystery, and Hermione didn't like mysteries, she liked to solve them.
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That was how most of the day went, Mal kept trying to avoid Harry, and they kept getting put together. Dumbledore had assigned Malandra the same schedule as Harry so they could really avoid each other.
Most classes passed without notice with the exception of Potions when Malandra and Harry made a batch pimple banisher the same way. He was following the Half - Blood Prince's instructions; she seemed to be working right out of her head, barley even reading the directions. Harry made a mental note to ask her about it but, by the end of class, he had forgotten.
The only other class where anything of even marked interest happened was in Defeanse against the Dark arts. From the minute Malandra entered the room, there seemed to be a bit of tension between her and Snape. When class started, the friction only became more pronounced. The lesson of the day was simple, it was a review over defensive spells they had learned in preparation for finals. That day it was to be a review over wordless spells.
Malandra was at an advantage, both of her parents had trained her in a wide variety of defensive spells with the hopes that she would never have to use them. After their deaths, Mcgonagal had continued to teacher her any and everything that could possibly be used to combat the dark lord and his followers.
So it became apparent rather early on that Malandra was the best at wordless charms, when her shield charm easily deflected all of Harry, Ron, and Hermione's Jinks. When she glanced up at Snape, there was a strange expression on his face, on that looked almost like…..pride. However, when she was paired with Malfoy, thing got a bit…ugly.
Up until this moment, Malandra had had little contact with the past version of Malfoy. She knew him in the present and a slightly snobbish man who had a son a year her senior and who had --at best-- strained relations with her family.
He wasn't evil in her time, no, he --from time to time-- even helped the order. However, she had never cared much for him, nor his son. Who had--on more than one occasion-- attempted to get her to date him, with no success.
Malfoy leered at her. "Well, well," He said, "If it isn't the headmaster's niece." She glared back at him, "Well, well, if it isn't the Deatheater's son."
He twisted his face into a snarl. " You would do well to watch your tongue." He said before hexing her with a particularly nasty charm which caused boils to pop up all over her arms.
On any other occasion, Malandra wouldn't have hesitated to hex him back or worse, beat him up bare handed. But, she had to remind herself that she wasn't in her own time with her teachers wrapped around her finger. No, she was in the past, in her father's classroom, and her dad hated her.
"Professor," she said calmly, "Mr. Malfoy hexed me." Snape looked at her indifferently. "Well, perhaps if your shield had been stronger--" she interrupted, "Sir, he hexed me out loud, something you expressly forbid at the beginning of class and threatened anyone who did with a weeks worth of detentions."
"I see.' He said, "And did anyone else see Mr. Malfoy do this?" No one had, they had all been to busy working on their own spell casting.
Snape smirked at her; "Since you have no witnesses to back up your claim Miss. Dumbledore, I really have no choice but to believe that you are lying--" Once again she interrupted. :Sir," She said calmly. "I have beaten everyone else in this class with my shield charm, there is absolutely no way that one of Malfoy's charms would have gotten through, since he has been beaten by half the class." she took a deep breath before continuing, "Futhermore, sir, I doubt that you would like me to inform my uncle of the bias that you are showing toward the Slytherin house, something tells me he would not be too pleased."
The two Snape's glared at each other of an indescribably long time, neither choosing to give in, neither willing to back down. "Very well." Snape said, "One weeks detention to Mr. Malfoy, and Twenty points from Gryffindor for Miss Dumbledore's inexcusable back talking."
However, as Malandra left the class room, she couldn't help but notice that prideful look on her father's face again. He's glad I've got backbone. Se thought to herself. Glad that the child he raised grew up able to fend for herself.
And she was right. Snape was, in a strange way, proud of her. The way she had calmly stood up for her self showed that she truly was a strong person, and the way she had threatened to go to Dumbledore, it was very cunning, very…..Slytherin of her.
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Immediately after class Harry, Ron, and Hermione clustered around Malandra. "That was bloody brilliant how you stood up to Snape." Ron said, "it's about time someone gave the git a piece of their mind."
Malandra smiled. As a child, she had always known the way to get what she wanted from her father was not to beg but ,rather, to state her case and then refuse to back down from it. Obviously, he had not changed completely over the years.
Hermione glared at Ron. "Honestly, Ronald, he may be rather unlikable, but he is a professor, he does deserve some respect." Ron rolled his eyes. "Do you always have to stick up for him "Mione?" He whinned, "He's still a greasy git, and I'm glad someone finally put him in his place." Hermione just sighed. "I am glad you stood up to him." Hermione said addressing Malandra, "He was being rather unfair. Still," She said glaring at Ron and Harry, "He has done a lot for the Order, the two of you do need to keep that in mind."
It was only after Hermione and Ron were heading off to their next class when Harry spoke to her. "That was pretty brave of you standing up to him like that, especially since he's your…well… dad." Malandra smiled. "It's not like that was the first time my father and I got in an argument; we used to in debates over everything from Potions, to ministry policy, to house-elves."
"House-elves?" Harry asked. "Long story." Malandra said. "The point is, he's really not that scary when you know him, he just likes to intimadate the students to keep them in line."
"Still." Harry said, "You were amazing." "Thanks." She said laughing a bit as they headed off to their next class. With all that happened, Mal forgot that she was ever supposed to be avoiding Harry.
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Next chapter--
The rivalry between Ginny and Mal escalates. Mal attemps to convince Ginny --and herself-- that she doesn't have feelings for Harry.
