A/D: This sure has deserved its title: Annoying Disclaimer! ARGHH! What is the purpose of these?
Freeze: Part Six
Icicle gasped. She gripped tightly on to Draco, but he was more frightened then her. "Get off the broom girl!"
Icicle was able to choke out "No." She cleared her throat. "NO!" She screamed. She looked at Crinan. Now she saw it. Crinan looked like his father. Icicle gasped again.
Her eyes pleaded with Crinan. She knew it was no use, but she tried anyway.
Crinan looked into Icicle's pleading eyes. He swallowed a large lump in his throat. He loved her, even if she didn't care one bit about Voldemort's son. Crinan did something he thought he would never do.
Icicle stared on in disbelif as Crinan whipped ou his wand and jumped on Voldemort's back. Icicle screamed. "GO!" Crinan yelled at her as he performed a complex spell on his struggling father.
Icicle gripped onto Draco and turned around on the broom. Draco flew out the window. "Turn around" She whispered. Draco turned the broom around.
Icicle screamed. "NO!" She reached for the window ledge. Crinan was blown across the room by a green blast. Icicle's eyes filled with tears for her first true friend. He lay motionless on the ground. Voldemort laughed, an eerie, high-pitched cackle.
He had used the same spell that had killed Icicle's parents. The spell that had killed the Bones. The Potters. Draco turned around and Icicle buried her face in his shirt, sobbing terribly.
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They all landed safely on the castle lawn. Icicle wobbily stepped off the broom and wiped tears from her eyes. Harry put a comforting arm around her. Icicle looked into his eyes and smiled.
They were shoved apart by Ron flipping in the middle. He jumped up and gave Icicle a huge hug. Icicle laughed and ran towards the castle.
Draco came up to her and whispered "It's good to have you back." Then he turned left and went towards the dungeons.
"I wonder if were going to have a detention?" Ron asked, jokinly.
"Probably" Harry nodded.
"Well you two are gonna be there alone, cus You-Know-Who ain't gonna be You-Know-Where!" she skipped off, laughing at her own stupid joke.
"I think I like her." Harry shrugged.
"I think I like Hermione." Ron replied, "Actually I know I do." Ron and Harry walked to the Gryffindor common room. They didn't notice Icicle watching.
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"Hermi! I need to talk to you!" Icicle hissed, grabbing Hermione's arm. The mishap wasn't completley out of her head, but this was important too. At least to Hermione.
"What?" Hermione moaned flopping down on her bed.
"Ron still likes you!"
"WHAT?"
"When we came back he told Harry. I was-er-sorta-uh-listening in."
Hermione screeched."No way!"
"Yes way!"
"Oh my God!" Hermione ran down into the common room.
Icicle laughed and went intot eh bathroom to take a hot shower. She felt so dirty, and it felt wonderful to scrape the dirts off her body. The whole Voldemort thing was completeley pushed aside. But only for a few more minutes.
As Icicle scrubbed her back she felt a sharp pain. Blood spilled all over the shower. Icicle touched her back. When she looked at her hand it was covered in blood. Then she completley rememebered. The rocks. They cut her.
Icicle scrambled out of the shower and wrapped a towl around her. In a minute the towl was red with blood. Icicle began to sob. She fell face-first down on her bed, in a faint.
A few hours Icicle woke up. The room was dark and a faint snore was coming from Pavartti. Icicle giggled.
Her back had stopped bleeding. That was an improvement.
Icicle slowly got up and went to her trunk for her night shirt. Just as she was pulling it out she felt a hand on her shoulder. She gasped.
A/N II: I'm BAD! MWAHAHAHAHA! Anyway. Who do you think touched her shoulder? This is just your opinion, but maybe I'll change it.