AN: Hey. I've lost my diary on a four day weekend at school somewhere.
This diary holds things that WOULD get me expelled from school and ruin my
reputation. Other than that, my non-existent-friends, I guess I am bitter
and stubborn. Read on.
Disclaimer: Joanne K. Rowling owns characters and all of the history for the characters and anything you recognise.
Chapter 36: A Dance? And More
"When I Fall In Love" -Nat King Cole
When I fall in love it will be forever
Or I'll never fall in love
In a restless world like this is
Love is ended before it's begun
And too many moonlight kisses
Seem to cool in the warmth of the sun
When I give my heart it will be completely
Or I'll never give my heart
And the moment I can feel that you feel that way too
Is when I fall in love with you.
And the moment I can feel that you feel that way too
Is when I fall in love with you.
~*~*~
The gang were all sitting eating dinner. It had been a tough week, four foot Charms essay, and a Potions exam. Hermione sighed and piled more mashed potatoes onto her plate.
"What's the matter now, Herms?" Pansy asked, eating the pickle she just put on her dish.
"I can't remember if I wrote the part about the Mistle-Woof used in potions has nothing to do with Mistletoe the Muggles use during Christmas..." Hermione said as she poured gravy onto her potatoes.
"Don't worry about it. That was only the Bonus Question, I'm sure you'll do fine." Millicent said. Hermione nodded her head and began to feast down on her food.
"May I have your attention?" Dumbledore stood up, raising his glass and tapping it with a fork. The students quelled down their chatter, looking up at their headmaster with apt attention. "I bring you all good news. Since we are having a wonderful year and the staff and I are in a generous mood, we'd like to propose another dance! A Saint Patrick's Day Dance."
A chatter erupted from the students. Millicent smiled, and Pansy began to whisper about what she was going to wear. "... I mean, I'm pregnant! Secretly, of course..."
Dumbledore cleared his throat, and the talking stopped again. "I ask you to wear gold, green, white, and possibly orange for this festive occasion. You may get back to your eating."
Hermione instantly looked at Draco. "You better be wearing your best, Mister."
"On one condition, NO tights." Draco laughed, he was thinking of wearing a nice green robe set. Or maybe his golden shoes, those always seemed to spark conversation.
"Fine, Draco, fine. I better get thinking, myself. I mean, it's March 9th! Only a few more days..." Hermione said, shoving more chicken into her mouth.
"Saint Patty's Day, that's on a Saturday, right?" Millicent asked Zeke.
"Yes." Zeke said, sipping his pumpkin juice while observing the chit-chat.
"Good, no tests to worry about the day before, and no classes the next morning!" Pansy squealed. Millicent and Pansy then began to talk about what to wear, what shoes looked good, and how their hair should be.
~*~
Hermione enlarged a red and black faery dress. She slipped it on, tightening the corset properly. The dress was beautiful, with a sheer thing that attached to the arms and made her look like she was about to fly away.
"Draco? How does this look?" Hermione questioned, knowing he'd tell her it was inappropriate for Saint Patrick's Day.
"Oh, are you going for the sultry seductress leprechaun look?" Draco chuckled. "Wait! Stand there, let me see something real quickly."
He walked over to a window and opened it. Wind burst in, making Hermione's sheer shaw blow back. She giggled, he bun going a little looser. "Oh, how cliché! Vampiress of the dark." She said, slipping back out of the dress. She was wearing her gym clothes underneath it, and she awaited Draco for the next lesson.
"Are you ready yet!?" Hermione yelled, as Draco had gone back to the attached lavatory.
"Almost, patience is a virtue, you know!" Draco shouted back. "Now, please come in."
Hermione rolled her eyes and stepped into the bathroom. She immediately felt ill. "Oh, Merlin, I think I'm going to be sick."
"Okay, relax. This is the next level of training. Overcoming your weaknesses." Draco said. He guided her over to the bathtub. Hermione looked inside the large tub, it was filled with garlic cloves and crosses. "Now, I'm not telling you to go swim in it, but I want you to try and do a couple flips over it. Get used to using your powers against the weakness."
Hermione covered her mouth and ran to the toilet. This was going to be a hard lesson in training, she thought as her meal came up on her.
~*~
Millicent hugged Ron. "It's been a long week, hasn't it?" She whispered, pulling him further into the shelves.
"Yeah, that Potions exam was a killer, I nearly fainted when I saw the length of it." Ron said, grinning as Millicent reached a wall among the books.
"Yeah, one hundred and twenty-two." Millicent said, pulling Ron's face down to meet hers in a kiss. They stood there for a while, pressed up against the wall, lost amongst many different sized books.
"Ron?" Millicent said, once they'd broken away.
"Yes?" Ron replied, looking down at the girl pressed in between him and the wall.
"Do you think my dreams mean something?" Millicent asked.
"No, nothing has become of them so far. Don't worry about it." Ron said, pulling back to let Millicent have room to breathe.
"It just bugs the hell out of me, you know?" Millicent said, hand raking through her hair.
"I'm telling you, don't worry about it." Ron replied, emphasising each word. "If you're really irked, go talk to Snape first. He'll let you know what's wrong. Maybe he'll even help you." Ron whispered, holding her hands in his.
Millicent looked up into Ron's blue eyes, smiling wobbly. Tears ran down her cheeks. "I know I'm not a Prophet, nothing has happened from my dreams."
Ron nodded an held her for a moment, knowing that was all of the comfort he could give. "C'mon, Milli, let's go and see Snape now." Ron whispered, taking his girlfriend by the hand and leading her out of the maze of a library.
~*~
Pansy laid in the foamy coconut waters, floating. She noted what stood up from the bathing water, her pregnantly enlarged breasts that she found annoying; her nose, that was getting a chill from being in the air and not in the hot tub; her toes, which she could no longer see; and the grand finally: her stomach. It was large and beautiful, firm and strong.
She found herself holding it and reminiscing, what she finds herself doing a lot lately. Pansy cradled the protruded body part, thinking of what was to come. 'What should I name you?' she thought to herself, or rather, to the living fetus inside her. 'I've narrowed it down so much... but I think I'll stick to Mummy's old ways.'
She floated in the water for quite some time, lost in thought. Well, she didn't really think, she just stared off into the ceiling mural above. Finally, she stood up, disrupting the serenity of the water. She grabbed a fluffy gray towel and struggled to wrap it around herself. She muttered a quick lengthening spell, and then the towel wrapped around the 'fetal flab' comfortably.
She set off for the mirror, limbs still warm and dripping with water.
"Hello, dear." It said. "Your pregnant self is rather becoming."
"Thank you, I do find the boobs annoying." Pansy said, thinking stubbornly about the chest she now held.
"No..." The mirror began.
"I think you've got a nice rack up there." A voice came from a creaked open door. Pansy whipped around to see Zeke entering silently.
"Zeke! How'd you get past the girls?" Pansy said, not that she didn't enjoy his company.
"Easy; Millicent is with Snape, and Hermione is off 'training' or whatever she likes to call it with Draco." Zeke rolled his eyes. What Hermione called 'training' everyone else called 'fooling around'.
"Why she tries to hide it is beyond me." Pansy replied, turning back to the mirror. Zeke walked up behind her and snaked his arms around her middle.
"Mmmm, coconut." He said as he licked the water off her shoulder playfully. Pansy giggled and spun around so he could not lick her any more. "Wah? I am a growing boy who needs his... Fruit." (AN: Inside joke. ::snigger:: Fruit! Haha. Sorry, back to story.)
Pansy just shook her head and pointed to the closed door Zeke had previously entered. "B-b-but!!" Zeke stuttered, putting on a puppy dog face.
"Out. I am trying to get dressed." Pansy said sternly, although her mouth twitched with a kept in smile. Zeke whined and slowly trudged his way over to the door. He closed the door rather loudly, and Pansy smirked and snickered. Why did she get stuck with this husband? Oh, yeah, because he's a 'sweetie'.
~*~
"So, you see, Professor, we were just wondering..." Millicent trailed off, letting the sentence finish itself.
"You were just wondering if you harvest powers, if you manifest another ability, a higher mind, if you will." Snape said, getting up from his desk. "There are only such particular ways to see if one holds another mind, another ability. But, it may not come out in a test. It may just... Come along out of no where."
"Yes, Professor." Millicent hung her head, clutching Ron's hand tightly.
"Then again, you may just be experiencing anxiety. Our days are numbered, our days are not guaranteed, either. Your subconscious may just be letting you know in dreams." Snape reasoned. He paced the small office. "Because their is no way of telling. If you fo have new abilities... Well, they can hide from discovery, or they may just not *be* mature enough to surface..."
"Ms. Bulstrode, you do not understand how tric-ky... *Tricky these things are*" Snape stopped suddenly in his pacing. Millicent looked up at her professor, who had paled considerably. He spun around to face the roaring fireplace. Staring in it for some time, he startled the two sixth years by speaking. "I must ask you two to leave. I will call you back if necessary. Do not fret Ms. Bulstrode, I am sure everything is fine."
Millicent was dragged outside by Ron. "Famous last words." She said sardonically.
~*~
Hermione sat down onto her bed with a sigh. "That was hard." She muttered.
"Yeah, but you're learning quickly. Trust me, this took me over a month." Draco told her, sitting down and wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
"It's too damn hard." Hermione huffed, shooting back up to pace.
"Calm down. Geesh, you may never encounter a pool of crosses and garlic in your entire life." Draco told her, pulling her back down to sit on his bed again.
She sighed and got back up, pacing endlessly. "Hermioneeee!" Draco whined, pouting in a way that said in obviousity, 'I'm cute, pay attention to *me*'.
Hermione looked down at him, pausing mid-step. A small smile came upon her face, as she plopped down into Draco's lap. "Make me feel better?" She said in baby-talk.
Draco smiled as he imagined a hawk as it 'swooped' down on its prey. He nodded his head and soon they were snogging.
~*~
"So, dearie, you hav' these dreams?" A French man had flooed into Snape's office.
"Yes, sir." Millicent said, hanging her head. She had this bad habit of hanging her head, especially when in a conference of *any* kind.
"And these dreams... They vere troubling?" the French man asked. Millicent nodded again. "Okay, vell, de took place in the future, no?"
"I'm not sure, sir. I don't know, I don't ask anyone... I don't see any newspapers or anything." Millicent replied.
"Hmmm, well, Mees. Bulstrooode, I will see if Sevy over here can do us a favour." The French man smirked and turned to the professor. "A word?" He said as he pulled Snape outside to speak in private.
Millicent shut her eyes. She *hated* speaking with people of high authority. Millicent felt lowly, like a peasant. She kept her eyes shut tightly, wishing that she could just go away. 'Leave me alone, leave me alone, go away, go away, I want to go away...' She repeated in her head.
She felt herself go lighter, bringing comfort. She repeated those words in her head, knowing that they'd bring her comfort.
~
"... Just for an hour or so, Sevy. Please? I can tell you that this will help!" Bouvier pleaded.
"If I should get caught for this..." Severus let the threat and implication hang in the air.
"I promise no one will even know." Bouvier begged, he was willing to grovel.
"Fine, if you must." Severus sighed. Bouvier jumped into the air like a child, smiling like a Cheshire cat.
The two men turned around to open the office door once more. They stared at the sight in front of them. "M-m-mees Bulstrode?!" Bouvier whispered in a shaking voice.
There Bouvier and Snape saw Millicent Bulstrode, ordinary sixth year student, floating mid-air. She was hovering above the desk, eyes shut, fists clenched. Upon the interruption, Millicent dropped softly down and opened her eyes. "Yes?"
"Wh-what were you doing?" Bouvier questioned, eyeing the girl with new interest.
"Nothing, I was simply waiting for you and Professor Snape, sir." Millicent bowed her head again. Bouvier locked eyes with Snape and nodded his head.
"Mees Bulstoode, may I call you Meelaseent," without waiting he continued, "we are going to go for a little trip. Now, we will be leaving Hogwarts grounds, so, shall we keep this, how you say, secret?"
Millicent looked up, fear on her face. "Y-yes."
"Good, come with me." Bouvier reached out his hand for Millicent. She took it hesitatingly, and they both flooed out to a place named 'Moenia of Veneficus Res'. (AN: That is Latin, if you don't know what that is, wait 'till you read before looking this up.)
Upon stepping out of the ashy fireplace, Millicent found herself in what could only be described as a mansion of elegance. The floors were warm gold marble, the windows were clean with drapes of deep yellow and gold, and everything was overall beautiful. They stood in a the large corridor, busy with different characters. From a short bald man to a tall woman with hair down to her hips, the people walking by were truly interesting.
"Meelaseent, please walk thees way." Bouvier said, leading her out of the Entrance Corridor and into another hallway. This hallway was deep blue with old-fashioned Victorian wallpaper and cold black tile floors. There were dozens of stairways leading off of the room, with magical stairways inside. Outside, in between different doors, stood many small statues.
"Where are we going, sir?" Millicent asked as Monsieur Bouvier led her through the busy hallway.
"Please, call me John Paul." He replied, without answering her question. Millicent opened her mouth to answer, but was met with an, "A-Ha!" courtesy of John Paul.
Millicent looked forward to which doorway they stopped outside of. There was a marble statue of two hands clasped together in a prayer-like way. John Paul dragged Millicent inside the door and onto the magically moving stairs. Millicent 'observed' the conversation of the couple behind her.
"Svära på min själ ministern vilja har den influensa i nästa vecka!" the blonde woman snapped.
"Avfall! Han vilja få gemensam köld i tre dagen!" A man with dark auburn curls retorted, obviously peeved. "Såg den i min syn gårdagen!"
Millicent was confused as to what they were saying, but saw a badge on the man saying, "PRIME OF SWEEDEN" on it. She rolled her eyes, knowing that they were arguing in Swedish and she would have no clue, therefore her eavesdropping- whoops, observations- would go to no use.
Quickly, she and John Paul hopped off the moving staircase and walked down an almost deserted corridor, with brown walls and wood flooring. Millicent and John Paul stopped before a door reading, "TESTING ROOM 6-42B-Level 1".
John Paul straightened his robes, which were a fine ink blue, and smoothed back his ruffled hair. He opened the door and put on a bright smile.
"Marie Clare! Que sage à voyons vous!" He said, Millicent knew that they were speaking French. What else would a French man speak? She sighed, why had she insisted on only reading up a bit on Spanish?
"Oh! John Paul, se que apporte vous verso voici?" A middle-aged woman with her wispy black hair pinned in a chignon greeted.
"Ça jeune fille. Je crois elle tient une grand puissance. Moi ne pas dit vous se que , pour le c'est pièce de mon tâche assignée." John Paul nervously looked back to Millicent, nudging her gently forward with his arm.
"Oh, pardon my rudeness, Miss! What is your name, little one?" The lady asked, with a perfectly clipped accent.
"Millicent. Millicent Bulstrode." Millicent took the frail hand and shook it gently. (AN: Bond. James Bond. Sorry, every time I see someone introduce their name twice.. ::cracks up:: )
"Nice to meet you, Millicent. I am Mrs. Petrigai " Mrs. Petrigai said. "If you'll excuse me and John Paul..."
The lady left to another room with John Paul, leaving Millicent to look around at her surroundings. The room was rather large, with spacious floor- to-ceiling windows. The floor was an Italian patterned tile with flowers on it, and the walls were a deep wine red. There was a large table in the center of the room with a few papers on it, and Mrs. Petrigai's desk was in a corner at the far side of the room, stacked with booklets and papers and such. The room was rather empty, save a bouncy ball, a blanket, and a miniature Solar System on wires all on the floor.
"Millicent, dearest, what I am about to say may shock you, but keep your mind open." Mrs. Petrigai gestured for Millicent to follow her and be seated at the large table in the center of the room. "Millicent, you may have secondary magical powers. It is likely you may be clairvoyent, a prophetress, a divine, an oracle, a seer, a prophesier, a habringer, a soothsayer, a medium, or a visionary. Now, dearie, I am going to give you a few tests. Tests that will measure your mind capacity and its power. Then, I am going to stretch your powers, if there are any, to see what you are capable of. Is this all right with you?"
Millicent stared at the woman before her: her fragile bone structure, her flyaway hair, the deep amethyst stoner eyes. Millicent's first thought was to retaliate. But then, seeing how ignorant that would be (breaking school grounds' rules, being out here with no one to help her, etc.), Millicent decided if the woman wanted to be nutters, then she could go right ahead.
"Fine." Millicent's eyes wandered aimlessly over the table.
"Great!" Mrs. Petrigai smiled with her horse teeth. "Now, I am going to say a word and you will sketch as quickly as you can what comes to mind, 'kay?"
Millicent nodded as a Muggle pencil and a piece of parchment was handed to her.
"Immortal."
Millicent sketched a slender figure of Voldemort, and beside him a woman with long wavy hair. She ripped the parchment and gave the sketch to Mrs. Petrigai.
"You have quick hands." Mrs. Petrigai smiled. She looked at the picture before saying, "Selenology."
Millicent, having no clue what that was, gazed out the window for a moment. She drew what came to her, the sky, with a crescent moon. (AN: Omigosh, I just thought up that drawing without looking that word up. And it was right! Good guess, right?)
An hour or so later, and many words Millicent had never heard of in her life, Mrs. Petrigai decided that the next task was in order.
"I am going to think of a word. You try and guess what it is. If you need help, I'll give you some clues." Mrs. Petrigai instructed. "Okay... I've got the word. You may now guess."
Millicent stared dumbfounded. 'How the HELL am I going to...?'
"Uh, Hell?" Millicent stabbed. Mrs. Petrigai jotted down her word and Millicent's answer.
"New word. You may guess." Millicent thought this was so diculous it was RIdiculous!
"Umm, apples?" She guessed again. More quill scratching on Mrs. Petrigai's part.
"New word." Mrs. Petrigai said quickly.
"Orange."
"New word."
"London."
"New Word."
"Biscotti."
"New word."
"Dolphins." This was all said very quickly, and Millicent was now gasping for air.
"Thank you, Millicent. Now, I have this bouncy ball. You close your eyes and try to... Move it a bit. Just think about moving the bouncy ball."
Millicent closed her eyes. 'Move the ball. The ball is moving. Bounce, damn you! Bounce!!! Bounce the ball!!!! BOUNCE! BOUNCE!' Millicent's mind irritably screeched.
"G-good. Thank you, Millicent. I am going to share this information with John Paul over there." Mrs. Petrigai grinned reassuringly. Millicent rested her head on her arms on the table. This was insanity!
~*~
"So, is she what I suspected?" John Paul whispered.
Meredith looked worried and whispered, "Even more."
~*~
AN: OoOoO, longer than usual chappy! Good, sorry about the slight delay.
Thank You's To:
Draco is the man- And sorry, but all about that is Top Secret Information. But, she is sort of leaning in one direction.
DraconisGirl
Cute-Kitty
*karly*- Actually, they're sixteen (sixth year), but whatever. A few months shouldn't make a BIG difference. And I hate stories that go like that too. Especially the ones that have an utterly complete Hermione makeover without a plausible reason. Like her hair miraculously straightened for no reason, she is suddenly curvy, and everyone notices her.
Girl-Named-Belle
Felicity
pixie307neon (special thanks for the referals)
avri- It is my trademark, a chapter in a week or less! Voldie and Harry are in my Top Secret filing, so I cannot tell you about them just yet.
cuttie-blossom (Ron *does* seem to be in an awkward position)
arcee (I understand the lyrics were vulgar)
Ravyn Nyte- I know this chapter didn't exactly tell you about Milli-Moo (hehehe). And 'prohetress' is the feminine form. I found my diary!! The custodian put it in my desk!! Whoo!!!
HarryPotterWanter (Perseptive. Once again, TOP SECRET FILES.)
O.B.I.M.
Roser-Poo (lol)- Weee! Five more days in school. Whoa. Reality jolt. We *really* won't be there anymore. I'm not so nervous, CdM was a high school and I went there for a year. Of course I was stalked, beaten up, and found completely bias teachers... Yikes, bad experiences. But many a good memory. Like my language. Yes, culture slut! ::sighs:: See you Friday.
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Sorry for lack of review, this really has been a super-long chapter. If you had any questions that weren't answered, include them in your next review. AND PLEASE, try to lay off of my Top Secret Files. ::winks:: Hope you really liked this chapter. AND I did find my diary! ::smiles::
Bai-Bai ::waves::
***Kylie (The Computer-Hacking, Project-Changing Pest)***
Disclaimer: Joanne K. Rowling owns characters and all of the history for the characters and anything you recognise.
Chapter 36: A Dance? And More
"When I Fall In Love" -Nat King Cole
When I fall in love it will be forever
Or I'll never fall in love
In a restless world like this is
Love is ended before it's begun
And too many moonlight kisses
Seem to cool in the warmth of the sun
When I give my heart it will be completely
Or I'll never give my heart
And the moment I can feel that you feel that way too
Is when I fall in love with you.
And the moment I can feel that you feel that way too
Is when I fall in love with you.
~*~*~
The gang were all sitting eating dinner. It had been a tough week, four foot Charms essay, and a Potions exam. Hermione sighed and piled more mashed potatoes onto her plate.
"What's the matter now, Herms?" Pansy asked, eating the pickle she just put on her dish.
"I can't remember if I wrote the part about the Mistle-Woof used in potions has nothing to do with Mistletoe the Muggles use during Christmas..." Hermione said as she poured gravy onto her potatoes.
"Don't worry about it. That was only the Bonus Question, I'm sure you'll do fine." Millicent said. Hermione nodded her head and began to feast down on her food.
"May I have your attention?" Dumbledore stood up, raising his glass and tapping it with a fork. The students quelled down their chatter, looking up at their headmaster with apt attention. "I bring you all good news. Since we are having a wonderful year and the staff and I are in a generous mood, we'd like to propose another dance! A Saint Patrick's Day Dance."
A chatter erupted from the students. Millicent smiled, and Pansy began to whisper about what she was going to wear. "... I mean, I'm pregnant! Secretly, of course..."
Dumbledore cleared his throat, and the talking stopped again. "I ask you to wear gold, green, white, and possibly orange for this festive occasion. You may get back to your eating."
Hermione instantly looked at Draco. "You better be wearing your best, Mister."
"On one condition, NO tights." Draco laughed, he was thinking of wearing a nice green robe set. Or maybe his golden shoes, those always seemed to spark conversation.
"Fine, Draco, fine. I better get thinking, myself. I mean, it's March 9th! Only a few more days..." Hermione said, shoving more chicken into her mouth.
"Saint Patty's Day, that's on a Saturday, right?" Millicent asked Zeke.
"Yes." Zeke said, sipping his pumpkin juice while observing the chit-chat.
"Good, no tests to worry about the day before, and no classes the next morning!" Pansy squealed. Millicent and Pansy then began to talk about what to wear, what shoes looked good, and how their hair should be.
~*~
Hermione enlarged a red and black faery dress. She slipped it on, tightening the corset properly. The dress was beautiful, with a sheer thing that attached to the arms and made her look like she was about to fly away.
"Draco? How does this look?" Hermione questioned, knowing he'd tell her it was inappropriate for Saint Patrick's Day.
"Oh, are you going for the sultry seductress leprechaun look?" Draco chuckled. "Wait! Stand there, let me see something real quickly."
He walked over to a window and opened it. Wind burst in, making Hermione's sheer shaw blow back. She giggled, he bun going a little looser. "Oh, how cliché! Vampiress of the dark." She said, slipping back out of the dress. She was wearing her gym clothes underneath it, and she awaited Draco for the next lesson.
"Are you ready yet!?" Hermione yelled, as Draco had gone back to the attached lavatory.
"Almost, patience is a virtue, you know!" Draco shouted back. "Now, please come in."
Hermione rolled her eyes and stepped into the bathroom. She immediately felt ill. "Oh, Merlin, I think I'm going to be sick."
"Okay, relax. This is the next level of training. Overcoming your weaknesses." Draco said. He guided her over to the bathtub. Hermione looked inside the large tub, it was filled with garlic cloves and crosses. "Now, I'm not telling you to go swim in it, but I want you to try and do a couple flips over it. Get used to using your powers against the weakness."
Hermione covered her mouth and ran to the toilet. This was going to be a hard lesson in training, she thought as her meal came up on her.
~*~
Millicent hugged Ron. "It's been a long week, hasn't it?" She whispered, pulling him further into the shelves.
"Yeah, that Potions exam was a killer, I nearly fainted when I saw the length of it." Ron said, grinning as Millicent reached a wall among the books.
"Yeah, one hundred and twenty-two." Millicent said, pulling Ron's face down to meet hers in a kiss. They stood there for a while, pressed up against the wall, lost amongst many different sized books.
"Ron?" Millicent said, once they'd broken away.
"Yes?" Ron replied, looking down at the girl pressed in between him and the wall.
"Do you think my dreams mean something?" Millicent asked.
"No, nothing has become of them so far. Don't worry about it." Ron said, pulling back to let Millicent have room to breathe.
"It just bugs the hell out of me, you know?" Millicent said, hand raking through her hair.
"I'm telling you, don't worry about it." Ron replied, emphasising each word. "If you're really irked, go talk to Snape first. He'll let you know what's wrong. Maybe he'll even help you." Ron whispered, holding her hands in his.
Millicent looked up into Ron's blue eyes, smiling wobbly. Tears ran down her cheeks. "I know I'm not a Prophet, nothing has happened from my dreams."
Ron nodded an held her for a moment, knowing that was all of the comfort he could give. "C'mon, Milli, let's go and see Snape now." Ron whispered, taking his girlfriend by the hand and leading her out of the maze of a library.
~*~
Pansy laid in the foamy coconut waters, floating. She noted what stood up from the bathing water, her pregnantly enlarged breasts that she found annoying; her nose, that was getting a chill from being in the air and not in the hot tub; her toes, which she could no longer see; and the grand finally: her stomach. It was large and beautiful, firm and strong.
She found herself holding it and reminiscing, what she finds herself doing a lot lately. Pansy cradled the protruded body part, thinking of what was to come. 'What should I name you?' she thought to herself, or rather, to the living fetus inside her. 'I've narrowed it down so much... but I think I'll stick to Mummy's old ways.'
She floated in the water for quite some time, lost in thought. Well, she didn't really think, she just stared off into the ceiling mural above. Finally, she stood up, disrupting the serenity of the water. She grabbed a fluffy gray towel and struggled to wrap it around herself. She muttered a quick lengthening spell, and then the towel wrapped around the 'fetal flab' comfortably.
She set off for the mirror, limbs still warm and dripping with water.
"Hello, dear." It said. "Your pregnant self is rather becoming."
"Thank you, I do find the boobs annoying." Pansy said, thinking stubbornly about the chest she now held.
"No..." The mirror began.
"I think you've got a nice rack up there." A voice came from a creaked open door. Pansy whipped around to see Zeke entering silently.
"Zeke! How'd you get past the girls?" Pansy said, not that she didn't enjoy his company.
"Easy; Millicent is with Snape, and Hermione is off 'training' or whatever she likes to call it with Draco." Zeke rolled his eyes. What Hermione called 'training' everyone else called 'fooling around'.
"Why she tries to hide it is beyond me." Pansy replied, turning back to the mirror. Zeke walked up behind her and snaked his arms around her middle.
"Mmmm, coconut." He said as he licked the water off her shoulder playfully. Pansy giggled and spun around so he could not lick her any more. "Wah? I am a growing boy who needs his... Fruit." (AN: Inside joke. ::snigger:: Fruit! Haha. Sorry, back to story.)
Pansy just shook her head and pointed to the closed door Zeke had previously entered. "B-b-but!!" Zeke stuttered, putting on a puppy dog face.
"Out. I am trying to get dressed." Pansy said sternly, although her mouth twitched with a kept in smile. Zeke whined and slowly trudged his way over to the door. He closed the door rather loudly, and Pansy smirked and snickered. Why did she get stuck with this husband? Oh, yeah, because he's a 'sweetie'.
~*~
"So, you see, Professor, we were just wondering..." Millicent trailed off, letting the sentence finish itself.
"You were just wondering if you harvest powers, if you manifest another ability, a higher mind, if you will." Snape said, getting up from his desk. "There are only such particular ways to see if one holds another mind, another ability. But, it may not come out in a test. It may just... Come along out of no where."
"Yes, Professor." Millicent hung her head, clutching Ron's hand tightly.
"Then again, you may just be experiencing anxiety. Our days are numbered, our days are not guaranteed, either. Your subconscious may just be letting you know in dreams." Snape reasoned. He paced the small office. "Because their is no way of telling. If you fo have new abilities... Well, they can hide from discovery, or they may just not *be* mature enough to surface..."
"Ms. Bulstrode, you do not understand how tric-ky... *Tricky these things are*" Snape stopped suddenly in his pacing. Millicent looked up at her professor, who had paled considerably. He spun around to face the roaring fireplace. Staring in it for some time, he startled the two sixth years by speaking. "I must ask you two to leave. I will call you back if necessary. Do not fret Ms. Bulstrode, I am sure everything is fine."
Millicent was dragged outside by Ron. "Famous last words." She said sardonically.
~*~
Hermione sat down onto her bed with a sigh. "That was hard." She muttered.
"Yeah, but you're learning quickly. Trust me, this took me over a month." Draco told her, sitting down and wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
"It's too damn hard." Hermione huffed, shooting back up to pace.
"Calm down. Geesh, you may never encounter a pool of crosses and garlic in your entire life." Draco told her, pulling her back down to sit on his bed again.
She sighed and got back up, pacing endlessly. "Hermioneeee!" Draco whined, pouting in a way that said in obviousity, 'I'm cute, pay attention to *me*'.
Hermione looked down at him, pausing mid-step. A small smile came upon her face, as she plopped down into Draco's lap. "Make me feel better?" She said in baby-talk.
Draco smiled as he imagined a hawk as it 'swooped' down on its prey. He nodded his head and soon they were snogging.
~*~
"So, dearie, you hav' these dreams?" A French man had flooed into Snape's office.
"Yes, sir." Millicent said, hanging her head. She had this bad habit of hanging her head, especially when in a conference of *any* kind.
"And these dreams... They vere troubling?" the French man asked. Millicent nodded again. "Okay, vell, de took place in the future, no?"
"I'm not sure, sir. I don't know, I don't ask anyone... I don't see any newspapers or anything." Millicent replied.
"Hmmm, well, Mees. Bulstrooode, I will see if Sevy over here can do us a favour." The French man smirked and turned to the professor. "A word?" He said as he pulled Snape outside to speak in private.
Millicent shut her eyes. She *hated* speaking with people of high authority. Millicent felt lowly, like a peasant. She kept her eyes shut tightly, wishing that she could just go away. 'Leave me alone, leave me alone, go away, go away, I want to go away...' She repeated in her head.
She felt herself go lighter, bringing comfort. She repeated those words in her head, knowing that they'd bring her comfort.
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"... Just for an hour or so, Sevy. Please? I can tell you that this will help!" Bouvier pleaded.
"If I should get caught for this..." Severus let the threat and implication hang in the air.
"I promise no one will even know." Bouvier begged, he was willing to grovel.
"Fine, if you must." Severus sighed. Bouvier jumped into the air like a child, smiling like a Cheshire cat.
The two men turned around to open the office door once more. They stared at the sight in front of them. "M-m-mees Bulstrode?!" Bouvier whispered in a shaking voice.
There Bouvier and Snape saw Millicent Bulstrode, ordinary sixth year student, floating mid-air. She was hovering above the desk, eyes shut, fists clenched. Upon the interruption, Millicent dropped softly down and opened her eyes. "Yes?"
"Wh-what were you doing?" Bouvier questioned, eyeing the girl with new interest.
"Nothing, I was simply waiting for you and Professor Snape, sir." Millicent bowed her head again. Bouvier locked eyes with Snape and nodded his head.
"Mees Bulstoode, may I call you Meelaseent," without waiting he continued, "we are going to go for a little trip. Now, we will be leaving Hogwarts grounds, so, shall we keep this, how you say, secret?"
Millicent looked up, fear on her face. "Y-yes."
"Good, come with me." Bouvier reached out his hand for Millicent. She took it hesitatingly, and they both flooed out to a place named 'Moenia of Veneficus Res'. (AN: That is Latin, if you don't know what that is, wait 'till you read before looking this up.)
Upon stepping out of the ashy fireplace, Millicent found herself in what could only be described as a mansion of elegance. The floors were warm gold marble, the windows were clean with drapes of deep yellow and gold, and everything was overall beautiful. They stood in a the large corridor, busy with different characters. From a short bald man to a tall woman with hair down to her hips, the people walking by were truly interesting.
"Meelaseent, please walk thees way." Bouvier said, leading her out of the Entrance Corridor and into another hallway. This hallway was deep blue with old-fashioned Victorian wallpaper and cold black tile floors. There were dozens of stairways leading off of the room, with magical stairways inside. Outside, in between different doors, stood many small statues.
"Where are we going, sir?" Millicent asked as Monsieur Bouvier led her through the busy hallway.
"Please, call me John Paul." He replied, without answering her question. Millicent opened her mouth to answer, but was met with an, "A-Ha!" courtesy of John Paul.
Millicent looked forward to which doorway they stopped outside of. There was a marble statue of two hands clasped together in a prayer-like way. John Paul dragged Millicent inside the door and onto the magically moving stairs. Millicent 'observed' the conversation of the couple behind her.
"Svära på min själ ministern vilja har den influensa i nästa vecka!" the blonde woman snapped.
"Avfall! Han vilja få gemensam köld i tre dagen!" A man with dark auburn curls retorted, obviously peeved. "Såg den i min syn gårdagen!"
Millicent was confused as to what they were saying, but saw a badge on the man saying, "PRIME OF SWEEDEN" on it. She rolled her eyes, knowing that they were arguing in Swedish and she would have no clue, therefore her eavesdropping- whoops, observations- would go to no use.
Quickly, she and John Paul hopped off the moving staircase and walked down an almost deserted corridor, with brown walls and wood flooring. Millicent and John Paul stopped before a door reading, "TESTING ROOM 6-42B-Level 1".
John Paul straightened his robes, which were a fine ink blue, and smoothed back his ruffled hair. He opened the door and put on a bright smile.
"Marie Clare! Que sage à voyons vous!" He said, Millicent knew that they were speaking French. What else would a French man speak? She sighed, why had she insisted on only reading up a bit on Spanish?
"Oh! John Paul, se que apporte vous verso voici?" A middle-aged woman with her wispy black hair pinned in a chignon greeted.
"Ça jeune fille. Je crois elle tient une grand puissance. Moi ne pas dit vous se que , pour le c'est pièce de mon tâche assignée." John Paul nervously looked back to Millicent, nudging her gently forward with his arm.
"Oh, pardon my rudeness, Miss! What is your name, little one?" The lady asked, with a perfectly clipped accent.
"Millicent. Millicent Bulstrode." Millicent took the frail hand and shook it gently. (AN: Bond. James Bond. Sorry, every time I see someone introduce their name twice.. ::cracks up:: )
"Nice to meet you, Millicent. I am Mrs. Petrigai " Mrs. Petrigai said. "If you'll excuse me and John Paul..."
The lady left to another room with John Paul, leaving Millicent to look around at her surroundings. The room was rather large, with spacious floor- to-ceiling windows. The floor was an Italian patterned tile with flowers on it, and the walls were a deep wine red. There was a large table in the center of the room with a few papers on it, and Mrs. Petrigai's desk was in a corner at the far side of the room, stacked with booklets and papers and such. The room was rather empty, save a bouncy ball, a blanket, and a miniature Solar System on wires all on the floor.
"Millicent, dearest, what I am about to say may shock you, but keep your mind open." Mrs. Petrigai gestured for Millicent to follow her and be seated at the large table in the center of the room. "Millicent, you may have secondary magical powers. It is likely you may be clairvoyent, a prophetress, a divine, an oracle, a seer, a prophesier, a habringer, a soothsayer, a medium, or a visionary. Now, dearie, I am going to give you a few tests. Tests that will measure your mind capacity and its power. Then, I am going to stretch your powers, if there are any, to see what you are capable of. Is this all right with you?"
Millicent stared at the woman before her: her fragile bone structure, her flyaway hair, the deep amethyst stoner eyes. Millicent's first thought was to retaliate. But then, seeing how ignorant that would be (breaking school grounds' rules, being out here with no one to help her, etc.), Millicent decided if the woman wanted to be nutters, then she could go right ahead.
"Fine." Millicent's eyes wandered aimlessly over the table.
"Great!" Mrs. Petrigai smiled with her horse teeth. "Now, I am going to say a word and you will sketch as quickly as you can what comes to mind, 'kay?"
Millicent nodded as a Muggle pencil and a piece of parchment was handed to her.
"Immortal."
Millicent sketched a slender figure of Voldemort, and beside him a woman with long wavy hair. She ripped the parchment and gave the sketch to Mrs. Petrigai.
"You have quick hands." Mrs. Petrigai smiled. She looked at the picture before saying, "Selenology."
Millicent, having no clue what that was, gazed out the window for a moment. She drew what came to her, the sky, with a crescent moon. (AN: Omigosh, I just thought up that drawing without looking that word up. And it was right! Good guess, right?)
An hour or so later, and many words Millicent had never heard of in her life, Mrs. Petrigai decided that the next task was in order.
"I am going to think of a word. You try and guess what it is. If you need help, I'll give you some clues." Mrs. Petrigai instructed. "Okay... I've got the word. You may now guess."
Millicent stared dumbfounded. 'How the HELL am I going to...?'
"Uh, Hell?" Millicent stabbed. Mrs. Petrigai jotted down her word and Millicent's answer.
"New word. You may guess." Millicent thought this was so diculous it was RIdiculous!
"Umm, apples?" She guessed again. More quill scratching on Mrs. Petrigai's part.
"New word." Mrs. Petrigai said quickly.
"Orange."
"New word."
"London."
"New Word."
"Biscotti."
"New word."
"Dolphins." This was all said very quickly, and Millicent was now gasping for air.
"Thank you, Millicent. Now, I have this bouncy ball. You close your eyes and try to... Move it a bit. Just think about moving the bouncy ball."
Millicent closed her eyes. 'Move the ball. The ball is moving. Bounce, damn you! Bounce!!! Bounce the ball!!!! BOUNCE! BOUNCE!' Millicent's mind irritably screeched.
"G-good. Thank you, Millicent. I am going to share this information with John Paul over there." Mrs. Petrigai grinned reassuringly. Millicent rested her head on her arms on the table. This was insanity!
~*~
"So, is she what I suspected?" John Paul whispered.
Meredith looked worried and whispered, "Even more."
~*~
AN: OoOoO, longer than usual chappy! Good, sorry about the slight delay.
Thank You's To:
Draco is the man- And sorry, but all about that is Top Secret Information. But, she is sort of leaning in one direction.
DraconisGirl
Cute-Kitty
*karly*- Actually, they're sixteen (sixth year), but whatever. A few months shouldn't make a BIG difference. And I hate stories that go like that too. Especially the ones that have an utterly complete Hermione makeover without a plausible reason. Like her hair miraculously straightened for no reason, she is suddenly curvy, and everyone notices her.
Girl-Named-Belle
Felicity
pixie307neon (special thanks for the referals)
avri- It is my trademark, a chapter in a week or less! Voldie and Harry are in my Top Secret filing, so I cannot tell you about them just yet.
cuttie-blossom (Ron *does* seem to be in an awkward position)
arcee (I understand the lyrics were vulgar)
Ravyn Nyte- I know this chapter didn't exactly tell you about Milli-Moo (hehehe). And 'prohetress' is the feminine form. I found my diary!! The custodian put it in my desk!! Whoo!!!
HarryPotterWanter (Perseptive. Once again, TOP SECRET FILES.)
O.B.I.M.
Roser-Poo (lol)- Weee! Five more days in school. Whoa. Reality jolt. We *really* won't be there anymore. I'm not so nervous, CdM was a high school and I went there for a year. Of course I was stalked, beaten up, and found completely bias teachers... Yikes, bad experiences. But many a good memory. Like my language. Yes, culture slut! ::sighs:: See you Friday.
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Sorry for lack of review, this really has been a super-long chapter. If you had any questions that weren't answered, include them in your next review. AND PLEASE, try to lay off of my Top Secret Files. ::winks:: Hope you really liked this chapter. AND I did find my diary! ::smiles::
Bai-Bai ::waves::
***Kylie (The Computer-Hacking, Project-Changing Pest)***