*(A/N)* Well, here's number 11! I might just continue on from number 10, writing from some different point of views. (I just wrote view as vue, but erased it, there's the French in me shining through!!!) There'll probably be some Ron, who we hope will finally figure out his true feelings for Chloe, good or bad, Draco, who's evil scheme has just been wrecked by our "heroine", Harry, who we haven't heard from in a while, and has become somewhat infatuated with our leading lady, and (of course) Chloe. (who's Chloe, you know!!) Anyway, I hope you liked number 10, I think that Chloe and Roz are gonna be kind of awkward around eachother now, I was in a bad mood when I wrote that, and needed to vent, so I did it through Chloe and Roz (although a big blow-up was heading their way anyway!!!) Roz is starting to scare me now, and I'm writing her!!! I think her true Slytherin colors will begin to shine through soon here...........
Sorry for the long A/N, I find that they get longer and longer every time!
Disclaimer at the end (if I remember, which I usually don't!!)
Chloe Patil at Hogwarts: Chapter 11
Ron Weasley was on Chloe's mind the next morning, she hadn't seen him for a while. She then remembered how he'd been treating her lately, ignoring her, and hinting that she shouldn't be around him and his friends. The memory angered her, but, all the same, she couldn't help but wonder how he was doing........
Then she remembered the event from last night, and wondered who was up and who had seen what she liked to call the "Amazing Gallery of Terrorized Flying Goons" (the goons? Crabbe and Goyle.) she giggled and hopped out of bed, not worrying about showering, it was Sunday, who needed it? She considered going downstairs in her pajama's too, but decided against it, she already looked bad enough without people judging her on her Wendy Witch pajama's!
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Ron Weasley also woke early enough on Sunday morning, much earlier then he'd intended. He thought about the fight he'd had with Hermione last night, about Chloe Patil. He was annoyed with Chloe, things around Hogwarts had been much simpler before her arrival! Slytherins hated Gryffindors, and the feeling was mutual. Yet, here was Ms. Patil, screwing everything up, using her wit to charm the other Gryffindors in liking her, ruining the hate ties between the two houses. He punched his pillow, frustrated and confused. His two other best friends liked her, and had been quick to stick up for her when Ron had critisized her last night, mentioning all the tricks she'd played on Malfoy, their number one enemy, and much more. He'd stuck his ground, however, he didn't like her, and he didn't know why. He didn't really have a reason not to like her, as Hermione had pointed out last night, but he'd been quick to deny it when she brought it up. Finally, Hermione had left, and Ron winced, remembering her parting words.
"Ron, you will never change! Sometimes I wonder why I even like you, you're stubborn, pig-headed and won't admit it when you're wrong. If your not willing to be friends with a girl just because she's in a different house, a house she doesn't deserve, in my opinion, then I don't know if I'm willing to be friends with you! Your priorities are completely out of line, mister, so don't talk to me until you've got them straight!"
Ron suddenly realized something. Had Hermione said that she liked him?
"Nah," he thought bitterly, she'd probably meant as a friend. He decided to try and be nice to Chloe, ever since last year, Ron couldn't stay mad at Hermione, and couldn't imagine even a day without talking to her. An hour had passed since he'd initially woken up, and he could people stirring in the beds around him. He got up and began to get ready for the day, racing for the shower, and just beating Neville. Ron sighed in relief, Neville always took forever in the bathroom!
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Chloe raced down the steps to the dorms, not waiting for the other girls, and not caring if the noise of her footsteps woke up people in dorms around her. She burst into the (empty) common room, and found her Amazing Gallery to still be in perfect condition. She began laughing hysterically at the faces on the picture, still wishing profoundly that she'd been able to change them into Malfoy's. Her laugh began to go all shrill on her, and she stopped abruptly, surprised, and rather scared of herself. Then she shrugged and dismissed the evil laugh easily, she'd gotten up early, and wasn't really herself. She sat in an armchair right in the middle of the room, facing the main entrance, so she'd be able to see the comings and goings of the dorms.
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Draco Malfoy also arose early Sunday morning, not knowing that it was becoming a sudden trend. He'd just had the worst sleep of his life, and was eager to end it. His dreams had been filled with images of someone dying, and he woke up at least once every hour and a half in a cold sweat. He wrote off the terrible dreams, remembering his creation from the night before that was waiting for him downstairs. He liked to call it his "Collage of the Terrible Flying Witch" (which wasn't really all that insulting, he realized, as Chloe really was a witch, although he thought that the terrible flying part was true!)
He jumped out of bed, also ignoring the shower, and pulled on some clothes. He then raced down the stairs, hardly being able to wait to see the expression on Patil's face when she emerged from the dorms. He skipped through the door (not thinking that anyone would be waiting for him) and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Chloe sitting in an armchair.
"Hehe," he thought, "She's probably sitting in shock!" But somehow, he doubted that, as she was wearing a very smug expression on her face. He then looked at the pictures in worry, and realized that they had somehow been changed to the faces and bodies of Crabbe and Goyle. He gulped, they wouldn't be happy about this.
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Chloe was quite pleased when Draco was the first one to enter into her 'gallery'. The expression on his face when he did enter made her joy triple. He looked around, swallowed hard, then looked at her confused.
"Wha-, but!" he sputtered.
She stood up, and strided over to her.
"I decided those pictures of me weren't really all that, oh, flattering." she said, smiling cheekily. "I didn't really want them hanging for all to see. So, I decided to give some other worthy specimens the glory of being the main event of the common room." She stepped closer, and patted Draco on the shoulder.
"Dear, sweet, wait. Did I just call you sweet? Oh god, WHAT has come over me?! Let's rephrase that! Stupid, slimy, Draco. You couldn't possibly have thought that I wouldn't find out about this, did you?" She asked, gesturing towards the formerly cement walls, now plastered with the pictures.
Draco glared at her venomously.
"Because I did!" she continued. "And now," she said, in a couple octaves higher then her regular voice, and continued to speak in the louder tone, " I want to ask you one question. How could you? How could you plaster these embarrassing pictures of your Best Friends all over the walls?"
Draco caught on to what she was doing, she was framing him! He was quite offended, although he was slightly impressed with her also. By speaking in the louder tone, she'd wake up everyone in the dorms, and she knew it. Sound travelled quite well in the dungeons. He quicky covered her mouth with his hand.
"Don't say another word!" he warned her. "I don't know how you did this, but you're not going to get away with it, and put the blame on me." She scowled at him, and bit his hand, hard.
"AUUGH!!!" he cried in pain, toppling over, and crashing into Chloe. The two of them fell over on to the cement floor.
"AUUGH!!!!" she screamed, even louder. The two cries seemed to be enough. Within minutes, people began streaming out the doors to the two dorms, curious as to what was going on. They all looked around in confusion, but then settled down, realizing nobody was in mortal peril, and gazed curiously at the pictures on the wall. A ringing of laughter began to travel around, but was interupted as two enormous figures pushed their way through the crowd. Crabbe and Goyle had seen the pictures, and were now looming over Draco and Chloe, who were both still on the floor, moaning in pain. When they realized who was standing over them, they stood up abruptly, and began to explain at the same time.
"Crabbe, Goyle, I can explain...."
"He tried to suffocate me when I found out...."
"She BIT me! Look......"
"Quit blaming me! I'm not the traitor here....."
"Shut up, you know it was you...you....WITCH!"
"Oh right, how did I get pictures of the two of them....I AM a witch!"
"They were the pictures of HER!! She Charmed them somehow..."
"Stop with the stories, Malfoy!"
"Shut your mouth, Patil!"
"Yeah? Well, YOUR FACE!!!"
"Oh, that made sense, real mature there!"
By the time this had ended, the two of them weren't facing Crabbe and Goyle anymore, but were instead screaming into eachother's faces. The students surrounding them were looking in curiously, smiling at the havoc that was going on. Some headed back up to bed.
Draco then turned to Crabbe and Goyle. "You guys, you know it was her." He said calmly. Chloe didn't answer, for once in his life Malfoy was telling the truth. She turned on her heel, and began for her dorm, as Crabbe and Goyle were beginning to crack their knuckles, which she knew couldn't be a good sign. They, nor did she, see the slight smile on Malfoy's face. He liked Chloe, there was no way around it.
Chloe's Sunday went by like any other. She spent it laying around the dorm with Jessika, Ashley, Aerika and Sara. (Roz was off somewhere with Pansy) They pored over Jessika's collection of Teen Magic magazines, taking quizzes.
"Chloe." Jessika said, bringing Chloe out of a sudden reverie, which involved someone she didn't want to name.
"Uhhh, yeah...." she said absent mindedly.
Jessika rolled her eyes. "If you could go out with any Hogwarts student, who would it be?"
"That's not in there!" Chloe cried indignantly.
"Well, no, it's not." Jessika admitted. "Fine, since you won't tell us your secret love, here's the real question. If you could drink anything on the first date, what would it be? A. Gilly water B. Butterbeer C. Veela's Best Vodka or D. Water."
"Umm, how does this affect the outcome of my quiz? Is there even a point to this question?" Chloe asked dubiously.
Jessika rolled her eyes again. "How should I know? Honestly, just pick!"
"Fine! I don't know, how about........Butterbeer."
Jessika marked it down. "I would've picked C!" She said mischieviously.
"Whatever!" Chloe argued, "What place is gonna serve you Vodka?" Ashley and Aerika nodded in agreement. Jessika straightened in her seat.
"I could pass for 21." She said, tossing her hair back.
Chloe looked at her incredulously. "Yeaah. Sure."
They then realized that Supper was nearly done, and raced down to the Great Hall to eat quickly, as they'd skipped lunch and were really hungry. The table was nearly deserted, besides a couple first years, and a guy that looked familiar to Chloe, although she'd never really come out and noticed him. She stared, wondering where she'd seen him before, receiving a nudge in the ribs from Jessika.
"Don't stare!" She teased.
Chloe reddened, and remained silent throughout the rest of the meal. Afterwards she did her homework, and went to bed early. Waking up at 6:00 that morning had turned out not to be such a good idea.....
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"Tap?" Chloe wondered, "where's the tapping coming from?" She opened her eyes and a blurry, blond someone came into view.
"Huh? What's going on?" she said groggily.
"Rise and Shine sa-weet-hart!" chimed Jessika's annoyingly bright voice. In Chloe's opinion, that girl was way too cheerful in the morning! After a couple more taps, Chloe came to her senses, and turned onto her stomach, making her forehead unattainable. This resulted in Jessika shaking her violently.
"COME OOON!!!" she shouted. "I've made a mess in the bathroom, and need you to clean it up with your charm!" she whined.
Chloe turned around, stopping the unending shaking, and looked up at Jessika with what she hoped to be a glare of annoyance.
"Why on earth can't you clean it yourself?" She asked, becoming more awake with every passing second.
"It's alot more effort on my part," Jess explained, "and besides, your awake now, aren't you?"
"You've got to stop waking me up like this." Chloe said, rubbing her forehead in pain. If it was bruised, she'd turn Jessika's hair fluorescent orange.
"I will, if you clean the bathroom for me!" Jessika wheedled.
"Ugh. Fine!" agreed Chloe, she'd be getting alot better sleeps from now on.
She did clean it, then wandered in herself, getting all cleaned up for the day. "Monday, Monday," she sang quietly in the shower, then, amazed at how terrible she really sounded, hummed the tune instead. She emerged, and flicked her wand, which was becoming an automatic thing for her these days.
An hour later, the girls found themselves in the Great Hall, eating breakfast. The meal went by quickly, and Chloe found herself rushing to get to Potions, definitely not wanting to be late. She rushed through the door just as the bell rang, and headed towards her usual table in the back. She got halfway there, and realized that Hermione was there, along with Ron. Hermione looked at her apologetically, Ron didn't look at her at all.
"Ms. Patil," bellowed the voice of Snape from the front of the class, "unable to find a seat, are we?" Chloe looked around nervously, spotting an empty seat at a table in the middle of the right side of the class. She rushed over, plopped down, and looked up at Snape, smiling sweetly.
"Not at all, Professor, thanks for caring!"
Professor Snape snorted, but made no comment.
Soon he had them all taking out their ingredients, preparing to make a nail growing potion, which could be useful in it's own little ways. Chloe finally glanced over at who she was sitting beside, and recognized the boy from supper last night. He was in her class? No wonder she thought he was familiar!
"Hi!" she said brightly, turning to him. "I'm Chloe Patil."
"Hey." he responded, in the middle of mesuring some newt tails.
"What's your name?" Chloe questioned.
"Jack Lawson." he answered. (A/N, where have I heard that name before?)
"Alright." she finished, and began to measure her tails too.
The rest of the class was quite uneventful, and Chloe longed for Hermione, Harry, heck, even Draco, to talk to. Anybody but her silent partner. Chloe was usually quite the talkative person, but this guy gave her the impression that he just didn't want to talk to her. She sighed, and added all the prepared ingredients one by one. Her potion was an unusual shade of grey, whereas the rest were all white.
"Hmm," she thought out loud. She turned. "Hermione?" she called out quietly.
Hermione looked around nervously for Snape, who didn't tolerate calling across a room.
"What?" she answered, seeing that he was busy yelling at Neville Longbottom, as his, too, was grey. Chloe noticed Draco was listening in on their conversation, and she stuck her tongue out at him.
"It's grey!" she continued, "what do I do?" Hermione just shrugged, her potion a gleaming white. Chloe turned around, and came face to face with Snape.
"What's wrong with your Potion, Ms. Patil?" he asked. Chloe gulped, and shrugged nervously. "Not quite as confident as we were this morning I see." Snape commented. Chloe just looked at him, bewildered. She didn't know how to answer that.
"Hey Chloe," Jack suddenly said loudly, gazing over at Draco. "You're missing Mundungus Cream." Everyone heard, and giggled at the memory. Draco pretended that he hadn't heard.
Chloe smiled at Jack. "Yeah, sure, try that one. Too bad I'm not as thick as Malfoy!" she retorted. The bell rang, signalling the end of class, and Chloe walked away from her potion reluctantly, not wanting to leave it grey. As she stood, she noticed a Scarab eye fall out of her lab, and bounce across the floor. She followed it, picked it up, and, with a shrug, tossed it into her potion. A great poof of smoke emerged, and, once cleared, Chloe's potion was now a gleaming white, a carbon copy of Hermione's, Jack's, everyones! She smiled and walked out of the room, as confident as ever.
As she rounded a corner, Chloe saw Jack waiting by a statue. She smiled as she walked past him, and was surprised when he fell in step along her.
"I knew you were missing a Scarab eye." He commented. Chloe stopped dead in her tracks, gaping at him.
"Hello? Aren't we a little late in mentioning this?" she asked.
He smiled. She noticed he was quite handsome when he smiled. His brown eyes looked strikingly warm, and his straight teeth were perfect. She blushed, and started walking again.
They talked animatedly to their next class. Jack mentioned the Quidditch practice, happening that evening, which Chloe had completely forgotten about. They walked through the chilling air outside towards Greenhouse 3 for Herbology in silence. Once they'd entered, Chloe expected Jack to go and sit with the friends he'd been talking to during Potions, and was quite surprised when he chose to sit beside her. She smiled slightly, wondering if the day could get any better.
*(A/N)* Well, there's eleven! I don't know exactly what's going to happen with Jack, or where he came from. Who knows where these things come from. Alright, so there was no Harry POV, sorry about that! We haven't heard from him in awhile, have we? Oh well, plenty of time for that in the next one, during the Quidditch Practice. ::hint hint:: I can't wait for the Christmas parts, I'm so excited to write them!!! (Although, at the pace I'm going at, we probably won't get there until the real Christmas has arrived!) Jk, I'll speed things up a bit, this year can't last forever!! I wonder who Chloe was dreaming about while she was doing the quiz with Jessika...........
Love you all, love you more if you review!!!
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oh yeah, disclaimer, i forgot.
Belongs to me: Frederick Burney, Chloe, Roz, Jessika, Sara, Ashley, Aerika, Pixtar, Jack
Belongs to JKR: Everything else
Besides, even if they did try to sue me, good luck! I have 49 cents in my pocket, your welcome to it! (Oh! nm, I'd like to buy a cookie at Subway tomorrow with that! hehehe, we have Subway in our cafeteria, it's the best!!!)
Wish me luck in volleyball!!!! (thank you in advance!)
*S~B* (oh, wait, I already put my name. Ah well, who cares, you can see it twice!!!)
BTW, when your writing what the characters are thinking, do you still put the quotation marks?? Just wondering, as I was reading it over, I found it to be a bit confusing.....
Ps. you know when you go to your profile and it says your statistics? And it gives you your rank among all the authors as to how many reviews/hits you have and stuff? I wonder who's number one.......I always wonder that! Just a thought, I'll go now.