AN: Hello my beautiful readers! I have something to tell you all. My very best fanfiction friend, SHINeeWhiteRose (if nikole salvatore is reading this I want her to know she doesn't count as a fanfiction friend since she hasn't been on here in forever;)), has written a story corresponding with mine. It's called Don't Anger the Pixie, and it's about one of the events I think I mentioned a few chapters back, where Vix walks into the boys' washroom with Fred. She will be doing oneshots based on different parts of my story from Vix's point of view, and she is also working on the first two years from Vix's point of view, before Bex became her "friend." So you guys should definitely check those out, because I believe my Maya is a way better writer than me. And if I didn't mention it before, and if you didn't get it already, Vix belongs partially to her. Okay, on with the chapter.
Chapter 14
Vix and I walked into the DADA classroom the next morning full of excitement. And the lesson was great in and of itself. Lockhart had freshly caught Cornished Pixies, and he set them loose in the classroom. While everyone else was scrambling around, trying to deal with them wreaking havoc, Lockhart pretended he couldn't round them up and hid in his office. It really was a good way to get us to learn how to round them all up.
After class, once the pixies were in their cage, Lockhart came back out and sat at his desk. "Come on," George said, noticing my hesitation.
"Hang on," I replied. "I never got an autograph at Flourish and Blotts."
Fred and George groaned.
"Professor Lockhart?" I asked shyly as I approached his desk, Vix hot on my tail, "um, when you were at Flourish and Blotts, I uh, didn't end up getting an autograph...?" I trailed off.
He looked up. "Why, what beautiful young ladies," he said, looking at us, and winked.
"Where?" George asked from behind us. "All I see are Bex and Vix."
I punched his arm and turned back to Lockhart. "Hi, it's so nice to meet a charming guy like you for a change."
"It's a real honor to meet a man like you," Vix added.
"Oh please," Fred muttered.
"Get me a bucket," George added.
Lockhart laughed. "How sweet of you to say! Now, who should I make these autographs out to?"
I opened my mouth but George cut me off. "To your two most annoying fangirls." I punched him in the arm again.
"To Vix and Bex, please," I giggled.
"Oh my God did Bex just giggle?" George asked in a whisper.
Lockhart, having not heard that, winked again and said, "Anything for you two."
"Aww," Vix gushed. "You're too hot for your own good!"
"Okay," Fred said, throwing Vix over his shoulder. "I'm taking you outside for some fresh air." He walked out of the classroom with her complaining about not getting her autograph.
"Ah, don't take it personally," I said to Lockhart's confused look. "He's very possessive."
"Ahh," Lockhart replied in understanding.
"Can we go too, now?" George asked. I punched him once more. "Bloody hell, woman, will you stop hitting me?"
"No."
"Ah, young love," Lockhart mused, and my teeth clenched involuntarily. "Well, here you are," he added, handing me the autographs. I turned to thank him, and found myself being dragged out by my waist.
"Thank you!" I called back. Then I turned to George. "Let go of me."
"No, I can't. How do I know you won't go running back to that blundering idiot?"
"He's not an idiot!" I defended.
"Well, either way, I'm not letting you go till we're safe in the common room where I can keep an eye on you. And until then," he added as he picked me up and carried me, bridal style, down the hall.
"Put me down, I don't like being carried around!" I said, kicking and screaming the whole way, attracting stares from everyone we passed.
"Waddlebird," George said to the Fat Lady, and her portrait swung open revealing the Gryffindor common room. Finally, George put me down.
"Thank goodness," I said sarcastically.
"Did you carry her all the way here mate?" Fred asked his brother as he and Vix came over to us.
"Unfortunately," I replied, handing Vix her autograph she had forgotten. "And I hate being carried, so if you value your life, don't do that."
"I'll remember that for next time," George assured me.
"Good. Wait, next time?" I didn't give him a chance to answer. I stormed away and went to sit in another corner, seeing as they had invaded mine.
"Hey Bex," Oliver, who I hadn't noticed until now, said.
"Oh, Oliver. Hi," I replied vaguely.
"Running from the Weasleys? About time you came to your senses."
"Ha ha," I said sarcastically. "They're driving me mad."
"They've been known to do that. I'm surprised you haven't figured that out yet." He paused. "Oh by the way, did Vix tell you? First Quidditch practice, tomorrow morning at seven."
"Oh, why so early?" I asked.
"New Quidditch program. Well, I'm going to be late for class if I don't go," he said as he got up and left.
o.O.o
The next morning, I was awoken by Vix shuffling around the room, trying to be quiet but failing. "Vix! What are you doing?" I hissed.
"Trying not to wake you up...oops!" she said, covering her mouth.
"Why not? I have to go to Quidditch practice too."
"Remember when we were in first year, and it was like, the third day, and I woke up super early with a stomach bug? And you were all, 'Quit your puking, I'm sleeping!'"
"Okay, so I can be selfish in the morning," I said defensively.
"True that!"
"But I'm getting up without complaining, that's got to count for something!"
"Only because we have practice!"
"Shut up!" I said. I sat up and got out of bed. I threw on clothes and chased Vix out of the room, because she had left without me.
"Look who got up without complaining about someone quitting their puking," George said smugly.
"You told them that?" I asked shocked.
"Back then, remember, you were just 'That Malfoy Chick,'" Fred reminded me. "The girl from the family that we hate and Vix hadn't heard of."
"How can you not have heard of the Malfoys?" I asked, shocked. "I mean, they're one of the only completely pure blood families still. You'd have to be a mudblood not to."
All three of them froze, and turned around to look at me. Not even Vix was smiling. Then they turned away and continued walking to the Great Hall for breakfast. They sat down between Oliver and Angelina and didn't leave room for me. I found myself across from both of them and next to Harry. Throughout breakfast, they sent me glares, but no one else noticed. I ignored them as best I could. After breakfast, the whole team went down to the locker rooms to listen to Oliver's speech about how we are going to improve, which consisted of a lot of early mornings and repeats of drills-over and over again. Which is not the way to make us better players. Actually, in my experience, it might just make us worse.
As we approached the pitch, I saw Vix whispering to Fred and George, and they were all stealing glances that were more like glares at me.
"Where do you think you're going, Flint?" Oliver asked the captain of the Slytherin team.
"Quidditch practice. I've got a note," he said.
Oliver took the note and read it, then handed it back. "Who's your new Seeker?"
The Slytherins stepped aside to reveal a smug looking brother of mine. "And that's not all that's new this year," he added, showing off his broom that my father no doubt paid for. "Poor Rebecca, riding around on that old Nimbus 2000 our father gave you when he still accepted you."
"Malfoy you little ferret of a human being!" I growled, but Oliver held me back from what I was sure would have gotten me in trouble.
"Well, Draco, at least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in. They got in on pure talent," Hermione piped in.
Draco turned to glare at her. "No one asked your opinion, you filthy little mudblood."
Gasps could be heard all around me from my teammates, and I finally realized what I'd done to Vix earlier.
"You'll pay for that one, Malfoy," Ron said, and for a second, I could have sworn he meant me. "Eat slugs!" he shouted as he pointed his wand at Draco, but Ron flew back himself. The Griffindors ran forward, while the Slytherins stayed back, laughing. I ran forward but stayed at the back of the small crowd. Still, I watched as Ron coughed up a little slug.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione ran to Hagrid's hut to get it to stop, and Vix looked pissed. "Draco Malfoy, you deserve everything that's coming to you," she warned, before pointing her wand at him and saying, "Eat slugs!"
He fell to the ground. I ran forward to help him up. "I swear to God," I muttered, "if you vomit a goddamned slug on me, I'll murder you." Then he leaned over me and coughed up a slug on my foot.
"Ew!" I screeched and shook the slug off my shoe. "Come on," I said, and grabbed him by the back of his neck. "I'm taking you to Madam Pomfrey."
"She's killed me," he whined as we made our way through the castle.
"She hasn't killed you," I replied, looking around. We passed a broom closet, and I pointed my wand at it and said, "Accio bucket. So you barfed up a couple slugs," I added as I handed the bucket to him, "who hasn't done that?"
He puked up a slug into the bucket and said, "You."
"Wrong," I replied.
"Oh really? When?" he asked.
I paused. "Okay, so I haven't. What difference does it make?"
We arrived at the hospital wing and Madam Pomfrey greeted us at the door. "Oh my, what happened?" she asked. "Wait," she added as I was about to tell her. "If you tell me this, am I going to have to file a report for magic in the hallways?"
"Er...Quidditch pitch," I corrected.
"Yes well, never mind. That's a lot of paperwork. Over here, Mr. Malfoy," she added, patting a bed for him to lie on. He brought his bucket with him. I saw one of the slugs try to slither its way out of the bucket and flicked it back in.
"Okay, Draco, no more slugs for you," I said by way of a joke which was met with stone cold silence. "Okay, I'm just gonna go." I left the hospital and headed back to the common room to find Vix. I had some—gulp—apologizing to do.