A/N: Hey, been a while, hasn't it? Well, here's the next part. Not much, I realize, but I'm trying to get back into the swing of writing it. Without support, it doesn't really help. *Hint, HINT!* lol. Please review!!
Disclaimer: Been there, don't own that.
A Beautiful Morning
(Part 7)
"There, it's lit!"
"Put it in the ground."
"It is in the ground."
"Put it in the ground out side!"
"This was your idea!"
(a/n: Yeah, I know this is from Lord of the Rings, but I thought it would be funny)
"What are you two doing? Shouldn't you be studying or something?" Hermione asked.
Ron and Harry grinned sheepishly. Ron threw it, a bottle tied to a stick about a yard long, into the fire of their common room. The fire irrupted into hissing, black and purple flames that licked the roof of the common room. Hermione looked into the flames in shock and saw little, evil faces, like a thousand devils danced on the dark carpet.
"Wow . . ." Ron and Harry breathed in unison when the flames died away; even the fire that had been there before was now just little sparks.
"What was that?!" Hermione screamed.
"We found it in Cat's room-" Harry explained.
"You went into her room?!" Hermione shouted, surprised and disgusted that they did such a thing. Sytherin or not, they had gotten into the girls' dorm without anyone knowing about it. Made her wonder how many other boys got into the girls' dorm. "How did you get into her room?"
"We over heard a Sytherin say the password and just waited until every Sytherin was in their first period class and then went her room and searched for any clues that she might the `prankster' that we're looking for," Ron shrugged. "Got a detention for being late, but it was worth it."
"Clearly," Hermione looked around and then noticed that no one else was in here. "Where is everyone?"
"Oh, they're all at the game, HufflePuff vs. RavenClaw. Sense I don't have to play, we figured it would be a good time to check out what we found in her room."
"And you just couldn't go there right now, during the game?" Hermione asked. She wasn't up on the sports, because of all of the studying she does, but she always goes to the ones where Harry is playing. (Isn't she a great friend?)
"We had over heard that Malfoy, Cat, and their goons were going to stay in their common room during the game," Harry cleared up for Hermione.
Herminone just shook her head. She had begun to think that Cat wasn't so bad; maybe a little bit of a brat, but really, not all that bad. After all, Cat had given her encouragement to find the one who was making their reputations a joke, and she is the smartest student of the school. Shouldn't someone, as smart as her, know better than to use her knowledge for simple tricks? Cat can't be the one who's playing those pranks on them. It had to be someone else. Maybe it's Malfoy, trying to hide behind Cat so no one would realize that it's him. What a coward-
"Hey, Harry? Ron?" she got their attention. "What else did you find?"
"Oh, nothin' much," Ron had started to collect the broken glasses and the rope from the fireplace. "Just some books, clothes," a sly grin on that word, "the usual school supplies. Oh, and a doll."
"A doll?" Hermione asked. "Isn't it a little strange that a person like Cat would have a doll?"
Harry and Ron just shrugged. What did they know of girls and dolls, anyway? Hermione thought, though. A doll, owned by a Sytherin girl . . . she guessed that wasn't so strange, other than the fact that Cat is one of the strangest girls she has ever met.
"What did this doll look like?" Hermione asked.
"Blonde hair to the waist, blue eyes, an old fashion dress . . . you know, the usual doll they have in doll shows," Harry shrugged again.
"Why would she have a doll like that?" Another idea came into her mind. "Was the doll old?"
"I don't know, maybe."
"If it's old, then maybe it's a family heirloom . . . Oh well. Come on, we've already wasted too much time chatting. We should be studying."
Harry and Ron groaned, but they got out their books and started to quiz each other on the subject at hand. They'll never say it out loud, but Hermione seemed to know how much they should study for a test - clearly making her smarter than them.
In the Sytherin, Cat and Draco had just finished their homework for the whole week, even though it was only Tuesday. They had gotten the rest of the homework after class, saying that they wanted to do some other studying that week and wanted to get everything else out of the way. In truth, Cat always found it was easier for her to do all her work and then laze about all the rest of the week.
It was the day after the night Cat had crept into Draco's bed.
Neither said anything about. She had left before the sunrise so no one would find them together; Draco awoke to empty arms. Now he was confused. Did she want to take the friendship a level further, or was there something wrong and she just needed some comforting? Maybe it had to do with what Professor Snape said to her . . . whatever that was. It was horrible for Draco to not knowing what was wrong with her, but he couldn't even imagine the pain Cat was going through.
For Cat, knowing was one of the worst ways of torture. Her father was out there, he was a cunning little prick, and a thickheaded asshole! If THAT'S not enough to scare the shit out of someone, then they are SERIOUSLY detached! She kind of wishes that it could be how it was before her father came back, but she knew wishing got you no where. Right now, she needed something to focus on. School was helpful, but boring. Besides, she had another thing to think about. Draco and that night she spent with him.
Cat just can't decided on what to do next . . . say she loves Draco or keep acting like nothing had happened. But she couldn't just stop thinking about the warmth of his body, the safe feeling she felt, and the small need felt rising in her lower body. She wanted to kiss sooooo much (and then do some more than just kissing ^^^), but then she'll be just like that little fan group of Draco.
Yes, Draco has a fan group. Hard to believe for most - they believe that Harry should have the fan group. However, some girls find Draco's blonde hair and mysterious eyes to over rule Harry any day. They have many names for themselves (stalkers is one), but they try not to make it own that they have a crush on Draco. Draco doesn't seem to notice how obsess they are, but he does hate how some girls would come out of no where and ask him for a date. If Cat were to do that, he might not like her. This was driving her mad! If only she could talk to one of her muggle friends, then maybe her feelings wouldn't be so fucked up . . .
Hey, why not? Cat jumped up and said that she was going to go to the bathroom. In the bathroom, she got out a piece of paper and started to write.
Hey, what's up,
Who should she write it to? Names raced through her head and each one she decided not to for one reason or the other. They'd be freaked out by an owl, they wouldn't understand, they wouldn't give good advice, etc. Finally, she settled on one.
Hey, what's up, Amara? Sorry I haven't written in a while, but my life has been strange for while. I need help. There's this guy I like. He's really sexy *drool* but I can't just ask him out. He turns down every girl that asks him out on a date! .; What do I do? We've been friends sense I've got here and I don't want to ruin it. Please write back as soon as possible!!!
I wuv u,
Cat
P.S. Just tie your letter to the owl and s/he'll get it to me. Kiss, kiss.
After proof reading it, she folded it up into her pocket and went back to Draco as if everything was normal. He didn't bother her about her extended time in the bathroom, thinking it was "that time of the month." The two worked on their homework until other Sytherins came into the common and they got caught up with the conversions about the game. Before long, nighttime fell and it was dinnertime. Draco and Cat still hadn't finished their homework, but they got half of it done, so no worries there.
Dinner came and went without a hitch. The trio of idiots talked about whatnot, Draco and Cat planned their next prank, without saying anything out loud, and nothing happened out of the ordinary . . .
. . . Cat made her way up to her room, freshly cleaned from her shower and sleepy with a full stomach. Her mind was shutting down slowly, with each step. Soon as she got into her room, her mind could only do routine functions. Put on nightclothes . . . Put away the clothes worn today . . . Pull back the covers and get into bed . . . And sle-
"Hello, Mara Cat Mone," a voice said out of the darkness.
Cat spun around just in time to get hit in the face with a crowbar. She saw a bright flash of light and then complete blackness . . .
~End~
A/N: Yes, I know it's shorter than usual, but I'm trying to get back into the mood of this fic! Tell me what you think? I'm not sure where it should now . . . You all can guess who knocked her out, right? That's not the part I'm having trouble with. Should Draco and Cat get together!?
Disclaimer: Been there, don't own that.
A Beautiful Morning
(Part 7)
"There, it's lit!"
"Put it in the ground."
"It is in the ground."
"Put it in the ground out side!"
"This was your idea!"
(a/n: Yeah, I know this is from Lord of the Rings, but I thought it would be funny)
"What are you two doing? Shouldn't you be studying or something?" Hermione asked.
Ron and Harry grinned sheepishly. Ron threw it, a bottle tied to a stick about a yard long, into the fire of their common room. The fire irrupted into hissing, black and purple flames that licked the roof of the common room. Hermione looked into the flames in shock and saw little, evil faces, like a thousand devils danced on the dark carpet.
"Wow . . ." Ron and Harry breathed in unison when the flames died away; even the fire that had been there before was now just little sparks.
"What was that?!" Hermione screamed.
"We found it in Cat's room-" Harry explained.
"You went into her room?!" Hermione shouted, surprised and disgusted that they did such a thing. Sytherin or not, they had gotten into the girls' dorm without anyone knowing about it. Made her wonder how many other boys got into the girls' dorm. "How did you get into her room?"
"We over heard a Sytherin say the password and just waited until every Sytherin was in their first period class and then went her room and searched for any clues that she might the `prankster' that we're looking for," Ron shrugged. "Got a detention for being late, but it was worth it."
"Clearly," Hermione looked around and then noticed that no one else was in here. "Where is everyone?"
"Oh, they're all at the game, HufflePuff vs. RavenClaw. Sense I don't have to play, we figured it would be a good time to check out what we found in her room."
"And you just couldn't go there right now, during the game?" Hermione asked. She wasn't up on the sports, because of all of the studying she does, but she always goes to the ones where Harry is playing. (Isn't she a great friend?)
"We had over heard that Malfoy, Cat, and their goons were going to stay in their common room during the game," Harry cleared up for Hermione.
Herminone just shook her head. She had begun to think that Cat wasn't so bad; maybe a little bit of a brat, but really, not all that bad. After all, Cat had given her encouragement to find the one who was making their reputations a joke, and she is the smartest student of the school. Shouldn't someone, as smart as her, know better than to use her knowledge for simple tricks? Cat can't be the one who's playing those pranks on them. It had to be someone else. Maybe it's Malfoy, trying to hide behind Cat so no one would realize that it's him. What a coward-
"Hey, Harry? Ron?" she got their attention. "What else did you find?"
"Oh, nothin' much," Ron had started to collect the broken glasses and the rope from the fireplace. "Just some books, clothes," a sly grin on that word, "the usual school supplies. Oh, and a doll."
"A doll?" Hermione asked. "Isn't it a little strange that a person like Cat would have a doll?"
Harry and Ron just shrugged. What did they know of girls and dolls, anyway? Hermione thought, though. A doll, owned by a Sytherin girl . . . she guessed that wasn't so strange, other than the fact that Cat is one of the strangest girls she has ever met.
"What did this doll look like?" Hermione asked.
"Blonde hair to the waist, blue eyes, an old fashion dress . . . you know, the usual doll they have in doll shows," Harry shrugged again.
"Why would she have a doll like that?" Another idea came into her mind. "Was the doll old?"
"I don't know, maybe."
"If it's old, then maybe it's a family heirloom . . . Oh well. Come on, we've already wasted too much time chatting. We should be studying."
Harry and Ron groaned, but they got out their books and started to quiz each other on the subject at hand. They'll never say it out loud, but Hermione seemed to know how much they should study for a test - clearly making her smarter than them.
In the Sytherin, Cat and Draco had just finished their homework for the whole week, even though it was only Tuesday. They had gotten the rest of the homework after class, saying that they wanted to do some other studying that week and wanted to get everything else out of the way. In truth, Cat always found it was easier for her to do all her work and then laze about all the rest of the week.
It was the day after the night Cat had crept into Draco's bed.
Neither said anything about. She had left before the sunrise so no one would find them together; Draco awoke to empty arms. Now he was confused. Did she want to take the friendship a level further, or was there something wrong and she just needed some comforting? Maybe it had to do with what Professor Snape said to her . . . whatever that was. It was horrible for Draco to not knowing what was wrong with her, but he couldn't even imagine the pain Cat was going through.
For Cat, knowing was one of the worst ways of torture. Her father was out there, he was a cunning little prick, and a thickheaded asshole! If THAT'S not enough to scare the shit out of someone, then they are SERIOUSLY detached! She kind of wishes that it could be how it was before her father came back, but she knew wishing got you no where. Right now, she needed something to focus on. School was helpful, but boring. Besides, she had another thing to think about. Draco and that night she spent with him.
Cat just can't decided on what to do next . . . say she loves Draco or keep acting like nothing had happened. But she couldn't just stop thinking about the warmth of his body, the safe feeling she felt, and the small need felt rising in her lower body. She wanted to kiss sooooo much (and then do some more than just kissing ^^^), but then she'll be just like that little fan group of Draco.
Yes, Draco has a fan group. Hard to believe for most - they believe that Harry should have the fan group. However, some girls find Draco's blonde hair and mysterious eyes to over rule Harry any day. They have many names for themselves (stalkers is one), but they try not to make it own that they have a crush on Draco. Draco doesn't seem to notice how obsess they are, but he does hate how some girls would come out of no where and ask him for a date. If Cat were to do that, he might not like her. This was driving her mad! If only she could talk to one of her muggle friends, then maybe her feelings wouldn't be so fucked up . . .
Hey, why not? Cat jumped up and said that she was going to go to the bathroom. In the bathroom, she got out a piece of paper and started to write.
Hey, what's up,
Who should she write it to? Names raced through her head and each one she decided not to for one reason or the other. They'd be freaked out by an owl, they wouldn't understand, they wouldn't give good advice, etc. Finally, she settled on one.
Hey, what's up, Amara? Sorry I haven't written in a while, but my life has been strange for while. I need help. There's this guy I like. He's really sexy *drool* but I can't just ask him out. He turns down every girl that asks him out on a date! .; What do I do? We've been friends sense I've got here and I don't want to ruin it. Please write back as soon as possible!!!
I wuv u,
Cat
P.S. Just tie your letter to the owl and s/he'll get it to me. Kiss, kiss.
After proof reading it, she folded it up into her pocket and went back to Draco as if everything was normal. He didn't bother her about her extended time in the bathroom, thinking it was "that time of the month." The two worked on their homework until other Sytherins came into the common and they got caught up with the conversions about the game. Before long, nighttime fell and it was dinnertime. Draco and Cat still hadn't finished their homework, but they got half of it done, so no worries there.
Dinner came and went without a hitch. The trio of idiots talked about whatnot, Draco and Cat planned their next prank, without saying anything out loud, and nothing happened out of the ordinary . . .
. . . Cat made her way up to her room, freshly cleaned from her shower and sleepy with a full stomach. Her mind was shutting down slowly, with each step. Soon as she got into her room, her mind could only do routine functions. Put on nightclothes . . . Put away the clothes worn today . . . Pull back the covers and get into bed . . . And sle-
"Hello, Mara Cat Mone," a voice said out of the darkness.
Cat spun around just in time to get hit in the face with a crowbar. She saw a bright flash of light and then complete blackness . . .
~End~
A/N: Yes, I know it's shorter than usual, but I'm trying to get back into the mood of this fic! Tell me what you think? I'm not sure where it should now . . . You all can guess who knocked her out, right? That's not the part I'm having trouble with. Should Draco and Cat get together!?