Am I dreaming?
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Here's chapter 20. 10 chapters is a number I never thought I would reach, let alone 20. There's going to be at least 50 chapters in this story, which is completely crazy and something I would have laughed at a couple years ago.I'm trying not to make PoA last very long, as this will be a kind of uneventful year for Georgia, and, honestly, I want to get to where things start advancing romantically for those two... hehehehehehe :D
"Hey, Georgia, can you carry my books for me?"
"No way in hell, Malfoy. You are well capable of doing it yourself."
"But it hurts!"
"Stop being such a wimp. You brought this upon yourself. Why? Because you're a git and a complete idiot who can never keep his mouth shut." Georgia snapped. Draco's arm was bandaged up and he was acting as if he was in extreme pain, although Georgia knew better than to fall for it. The total imbecile she calls her friend decided it would be a clever idea to go up to a Hippogriff (something that looks like a combination of a eagle and a horse) during Care of Magical Creatures class a few days ago now and insult it although he was clearly told not to and got his arm cut up by the creature.
"That's not very nice. Tsk Tsk, what would your mother say about your language?" Draco mocked.
"She'd be proud." Georgia retorted and started walking faster than Draco, who was pretending like his arm prevented him from walking. To keep his act up, he couldn't speed up, so he let her walk ahead.
"Hey, Newton!" he called after her. She stopped and turned on her heel to face him.
"What?" she snarled.
"Come back, you need to help me get to Transfiguration!" Draco yelled at her.
"You can get there yourself. I've got to make it to Potions." she hollered back.
"It doesn't matter if you're late for that, Snape'll let it slide anyways!" she heard him yell, but she was already around the corner. She waited until she couldn't hear anymore muttered curse words, then let out a giggle and a sigh of relief. She may or may not have told a little white lie. It was her free period, and she had no class to go to. All day, Draco was either complaining about his arm, or Quidditch tryouts that evening that he had to be there for despite his arm, although he would not be flying.
She made her way down to the common room, where she plopped down on one of the couches with a sigh. Since his injury almost a week ago now, Draco's been acting like a whiny little kid. Always complaining about how bad it hurts and expecting Georgia and his other Slytherin friends to help him. Of course, Georgia had none of it, but sometimes Daphne and Blaise would help him get to class, and that pug-faced Parkinson would constantly pretend to pity him and carry his books to class for him, just to try to win him over. The whole ordeal was hilarious to Georgia.
She smiled as Chaton jumped on her lap and purred as Georgia scratched her behind the ear. The common room opened and Mercedes walked in, red-faced and puffy-eyed, plopping down next to Georgia. The two didn't say a word to each other as Mercedes pulled out her Potions homework, but Georgia already knew what was wrong: she had a row with Willow. Georgia pulled out her own homework and the two worked in silence for the next hour, only communicating if it was related to their homework, until they heard the big bell outside chiming. Georgia picked up her school bag and headed for her next class with Sadie.
"So, tryouts are tonight at 6, correct?" Georgia asked Draco as they were eating dinner in the Great Hall.
"Yes. I really, really, really don't want to go, but Flint said that this was the only day that would work for everyone who's trying out." Draco groaned.
"I'm sure your arm won't affect your opinion on these new players." Georgia said. Draco groaned again.
"Why do you have to be so right all the time?"
"Because I am. Now, no more chit-chat, you need to get down to the pitch."
"Alright, I'll head down..." Draco said, finishing the last of his meal and getting up to head down to the Slytherin Dungeon to get ready.
Georgia smiled. With his complaining arse out of the way, she was looking forward to a nice evening with her friends. Ginny had invited her and Luna (as Georgia introduced them to each other recently) to hang out in the kitchens. It was the perfect place for the three to spend time together without going into another's common room, as the three were from three different houses. She got up and followed a group of Hufflepuffs down a staircase to a painting of a bowl of fruit, just like Ginny instructed her to. She tickled the pear in the bowl of fruit, and as it giggled, it turned into a green door handle. She turned it and pulled open the door.
The kitchens were a big room, about the same size as the Great Hall, with five tables identical to the ones there. House elves were bustling around, cleaning up dishes from dinner and the like, but stopped as soon as she entered, offering her pastries. A fireplace and seating area stood at the end of the hall at Georgia's right, currently occupied by two human-sized figures. One of them reached up and waved.
"Over here!" Ginny yelled. Georgia made her way down, and sat beside Luna. A house elf came and gave her a cup of hot chocolate and put down a few platters of biscuits and cakes.
"Thank you." She said to the house elf, who looked up at her wide-eyed.
"Nobody ever thanks Loobey! Loobey likes Mistress..." the elf said in a squeaky voice.
"You can call me Georgia." She smiled at the house elf. He looked up at her with tears in his eyes.
"Thank you, Mistress Georgia! Nobody appreciates Loobey, until you! Loobey is forever thank-"
"Yeah yeah, I get it. You carry on with what you're doing." Georgia said. Loobey returned gleefully to his work.
"What is with these things, so overemotional?" Georgia asked as she grabbed a biscuit.
"Some are, some aren't. Some of them, like that guy, must have come from a abusive pureblood family." Ginny said.
"But you and Luna are purebloods. Why don't you guys have any?"
"We're what those who are big on blood purity call "blood traitors". We aren't against Muggles and Muggle-borns, and often will marry them and such. We are also not big fans of house elves and slavery, and usually do most of our work ourselves. Some pureblood families, like your friend Malfoy's, don't agree with that. I'm pretty sure if your friend's parents found out about you two, he would probably be disowned." Ginny said, which made Georgia feel slightly guilty.
"Enough talk about that, how have you girls been?" Ginny asked.
"Same old. Malfoy's been getting on my last nerve, though." Georgia said.
"I've been okay, although it's getting about that time of year when the Nargles are really prone." Luna said.
"That's too bad. I hope they don't bother you much." Georgia said. The girls conversed late into the night, until Ginny looked at her watch and told them that it was past curfew.
"How're we going to get out now?" Ginny asked, panicking.
"I don't know about you guys, but the Slytherin dungeon is just one floor below here. I'm good." Georgia said. Ginny gave her a annoyed look.
"Okay, how about you two crash in my common room for tonight? I'll get you guys up early so you can make it back to your dorms before morning.' Georgia declared. The two girls nodded their heads.
"Sounds good. But don't tell Ron. He'll freak out that I spent my night in the "snake pit", as he calls it." Ginny whispered.
The girls got up and slowly pushed open the door, looking both ways for signs of Peeves or Mrs. Norris. They tip-toed to the nearest staircase and as silently as possible, made their way down. Ginny and Luna followed Georgia as she led then through the dungeons to a stone wall.
"Wait here. I'll go check if anyone's in the common room." Georgia whispered. "Ophidian" she said, and the walls bricks moved to form a doorway into the common room. She walked in, and saw Willow and Mercedes sitting together on one of the couches, gossiping and giggling as usual.
"Hey, where have you been?" Mercedes questioned. "Wait until you here the news! Willow, tell her!" She exclaimed and nudged her friend.
"Oh, well, I, well, i mean, OK, um, so, I got..." Willow stammered.
"Just get to it!" Mercedes exclaimed.
"Well, I'm the new Chaser for the Slytherin Quidditch team..."
"Really? That's great! Congratulations! I'm proud of you." Georgia smiled.
"I honestly can't believe Flint let a girl on the team, been known to blow them off at tryouts and completely ignore them, and she was up against quite a few big guys. She beat out Flint's favorite, some fifth-year bloke named Warrington, and stunned half the team. You should've seen it! Willow told me at the last minute she was trying out. That's why she's been so strange, is cause she was nervous. Where were you this whole time?" Mercedes asked.
"Just, er, hanging out with friends." Georgia stuttered. Neither Willow nor Mercedes knew about Luna and Ginny.
"Cool. Now that you're back, we're going to head to bed. Coming?" Willow asked.
"Just give me a minute. I'll be right there." Georgia said. She waited until the dormitory door closed shut, then went outside to bring her friends inside.
"What took you so long?!" Ginny huffed.
"Had to get rid of my dormmates. Hope you don't mind sleeping on the couches. I'm going to my dorm so they don't get suspicious. I'll try and wake you up at five. Night." Georgia said as she walked towards her dorm.
"Good night." She heard them say in unison.