Harry Potter
SyDra/Draco's gurl/Draconis
Title: New Girl On the Block: Part 2
Summary: Same as last time...
Rating: PG13
Disclaimers: As always...J.K. Rowling's characters are hers, Mychy is me, Popcorn is my cat. Did I mention that 'Mychy' is pronounced 'Mishee'? That would sound better than 'Mieshie', wouldn't it...Oh yeah, plot is definitely mine. Okay-wait-I just wanna make sure you don't flame me for *being a better Quidditch player than Harry*! ::snickers:: I just thought it would be a funny touch to be better than my idol at something other than schoolwork...
Part 2
At lunch, Mychy sat next to Cho at the Ravenclaw table--she was the only person she knew. She tried to associate herself with more people, however, because that would be better than knowing only one person in her house. Across from her sat a brown haired girl by the name of Padma. Mychy and Padma carried out a rather animated conversation about the day's events so far.
"How did you find potions, Mychy? All I can say is...erlack. I've never taken a liking to that teacher, Professor Snape. If possible, he's gotten more mean and strict over the summer. Maybe he's got a girlfriend," Padma joked. "I feel sorry for my sister-she's in Gryffindor, and Snape has a terrible grudge on that house, what with Harry Potter in it, and all. A lot of us have reason to believe Snape's in with You-Know-Who's circle, even though Dumbledore says he's on our side."
"Really? Snape in with Lord Voldemort-that's an interesting thought. But I'm not about to make judgments on someone I don't know. That would be unfair. Now the teacher that really annoyed me? Trelawny...she's, like, an oversized bug! Urggh...she's just...creepy. Do you know what I mean? But she's an okay teacher. I absolutely love fire omens, she makes them sound so...mysterious."
"I agree...but divination isn't half so fun with that Slytherin boy, Malfoy, setting people on fire every minute or so. I noticed he avoided you, Mychy. Is he afraid of you? That would be a first!" Padma bit out a chunk from her buttered roll.
"Tuh-Malfoy afraid of anyone. That's great...but I don't think so. He seems to have an amazing disregard for authority. Which is, per say, rather like me. Except I can control the Pyromaniac side of me. I only set certain people on fire." Mychy smiled ironically. "What's your next subject?"
"Well, I have Care of Magical Creatures after this. What's yours?"
"I have...ummm. I have Study of Ancient Runes. I love that subject! It's kind of like studying Ancient Greek. My parents decided they wanted me to associate with muggles at a muggle school before I applied to any Magic schools. I went to Shady Hill School before Huntington Academy of Wizardry. It was really nice there, except people used to tell me I was stupid for thinking I could do magic. Well, pardon my language, but screw them-they are so naïve. Blind, absolutely blind and ignorant. Except for my friends, of course-they believed me, especially since one of them was a wizard and already knew a couple of spells to show for it. But I'll shut up-I'm rambling. We have Defense Against the Dark Arts after next period-is the Ravenclaw class all together for that?"
"Yeah, we do-with the Hufflepuffs. As you can see, they're a nice lot. Not haughty, like a lot of the Gryffindors, or mean, like the Slytherins. I'm friends with a Hufflepuff-you know Justin Finch-Fletchley? The cute one?" Padma giggled, a little shyly. "We kind of...erm...went out over the summer. But then we broke it off."
"Oh, that's sweet-but why'd you break up? Was he, like, not good, or something?" Mychy asked, rather curiously, taking a sip of her pumpkin juice.
"Oh, no," Padma said, defensively. "He's a great person, it's just...people would gossip here, and I don't like being gossiped about. Plus, well, we just didn't think we wanted to date anymore. I don't know why, really. Any boys you think are okay, here?"
"Well, I met a few last night-Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Draco Malfoy. Yes, the fire-blasting Malfoy himself. Harry and his lot are nice, but there's just something about that Neville kid that annoys me-It's just, he's so damned shy around girls. He was blushing the whole time we were talking, practically. Sheesh. And, as for Malfoy, he must have the same problem. He complimented my robe when it looked the same as everybody else's, and when I gave him a weird look, he said 'never mind', and fairly went crimson. He's kind of cute, in an impish sort of way, but even after, our, er, short-winded conversation, I got the impression that he was not someone to cross. It just, really surprised me with that whole robe-thing."
To Mychy's surprise, Padma laughed heartily, instead of looking confused or disgusted. "Ha! That is so great-Do you know what that could mean?"
"Well, no, not really, but in my opinion, he either has a crush on me, or he's just plain batty," Mychy commented, amused.
Padma stopped laughing and stared, mystified. "Got in one! You are one smart cookie. Most people would have ignored something like that, coming from someone like Malfoy. But, wow-you are definitely analytical, my friend."
"Well?" Mychy prompted.
"The first." Padma burst into another fit of laughter, covering her mouth. She couldn't stop laughing until the bell rang for the start of afternoon classes.
On her way out, Mychy stopped at a sign that said: 'House team Quidditch try-outs tonight! Bring your brooms and come to the school fields at seven o' clock. -Madame Hooch, Director of Hogwarts Quidditch training.' Mychy made a mental note to find her Nimbus 2001 after her homework was finished.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Mychy hurried over to a huddled group of Ravenclaws on the far corner of the Quidditch field. Cho greeted her, and introduced her to everyone.
"Hey, you guys-this is Mychy, the new fifth year. She's trying out for our team as a beater. Why don't you tell her your names." One by one, they each stepped forward. First was a tall, muscular boy of about seventeen, who gave his name as Derrick Bole, a beater. Another was a girl with red-auburn hair, who was called. Nina Peters, who said she was a keeper. The three chasers were Jolina Haring, Peter Wickersham, and Miwa Robinson. Mychy took a liking to Jolina's hair, which was a nicely dyed blue.
Pretty soon, Mychy found herself on her broom, swinging her bat at the large, black bludger, trying to show her beating skills. It came fast at her head-she swung, powerfully wacking it across the expansive field while she clamped her legs around her broomstick. A few whistles came from down below, but she didn't bother to see who it was. She decided to do her toughest trick as the bludger came flying back at her. While the broom was still moving, she kicked her legs up on the back of her broom, pulling her knees up into a kneeling position. She then swung each leg up so that she was balancing precariously on her broomstick in a standing position. Below, she heard people gasping as the ball came hurtling at her shoulder, and she swung wildly at it, hitting it spinning back into space. For a while she had nearly lost her balance.
Carefully, she sat back down again, lowering the broom as below, a team member wrestled the ball into its crate. Derrick and Cho came forward, helping her shakily off her broomstick, half looking scared out of their minds, half amazed.
"That was some trick," Derrick whistled, patting Mychy on her back.
"Thanks, man-I'd been working on that one since...I can remember, really. I only just got it right two years ago," Mychy replied, smiling, quite relieved that she hadn't fallen off her broom and broken her neck. She turned around slowly at the sound of another voice-Harry Potter's.
"All I can say is...wow, Mychy. I wish I could do that," he complimented her, blushing bashfully down at his own broomstick, which Mychy saw was the enviable Firebolt.
"Tuh-don't doubt yourself, Harry, I'm sure you could do it on your first try," Mychy snorted, slightly embarrassed.
"Just give me a dementor, and you'll see what I mean...anyway, see you later-I need to help my team choose a new keeper." Turning bright red, he added: "Bye, Cho." Harry sauntered back over to the group of Gryffindors, waving casually.
"So-am I on the team?" Mychy asked, turning back to the six team members.
"Well, what do you think?" Nina asked, jokingly. "Guys?"
"In," said Jolina. "Definitely. Peter?"
"In..."
"In!"
"In-""In."
Mychy's face broke out into a huge grin. "Thanks, guys!!"
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"Who's there?" Mychy stopped in the hall on her way to the Ravenclaw common room. She could have sworn she heard someone behind her. And there was-Malfoy stood, smirking, leaning on his broomstick. "Okay, bitch, what do you want?" she asked, her teeth gritted.
"Well, nothing, really." His smile grew wider. Mychy could tell something was up...*Oh, perceptive me,* she thought. *Is it just my imagination, or does this kid like me?*
"I guess that's why you're following me. Draco...? Is there something you want me to know?" Mychy inquired, half annoyed. However, she felt a blush rise to her cheeks. If possible, Malfoy grinned even wider.
"Oh, lucky me-here it is, only the first day of school, and already a girl finds herself attracted to me...I think it's more like this, Mychy; 'Do you have something to tell me?'"
Now she really was annoyed. But instead of doing her usual and ignoring the comments, she reacted. "What do you want me to say? Hello, I don't even know you!" she calmed down slightly, and spoke again. "Okay, here's one for thought, 'Draco Malfoy, I want you, I need you, oh baby, oh baby, I don't even know you but somehow I love you.'" Now it was Draco's turn to be pomegranate-colored.
"That's not funny!" he exclaimed. "You weren't...serious, were you?"
"Don't get too proud of yourself," Mychy chided. "I haven't fallen for you yet."
"You were serious?!"
"Poor, poor Draco-I'm never serious." With that, Mychy turned on her heel and strode off in the other direction.
TO BE CONTINUED...
SyDra/Draco's gurl/Draconis
Title: New Girl On the Block: Part 2
Summary: Same as last time...
Rating: PG13
Disclaimers: As always...J.K. Rowling's characters are hers, Mychy is me, Popcorn is my cat. Did I mention that 'Mychy' is pronounced 'Mishee'? That would sound better than 'Mieshie', wouldn't it...Oh yeah, plot is definitely mine. Okay-wait-I just wanna make sure you don't flame me for *being a better Quidditch player than Harry*! ::snickers:: I just thought it would be a funny touch to be better than my idol at something other than schoolwork...
Part 2
At lunch, Mychy sat next to Cho at the Ravenclaw table--she was the only person she knew. She tried to associate herself with more people, however, because that would be better than knowing only one person in her house. Across from her sat a brown haired girl by the name of Padma. Mychy and Padma carried out a rather animated conversation about the day's events so far.
"How did you find potions, Mychy? All I can say is...erlack. I've never taken a liking to that teacher, Professor Snape. If possible, he's gotten more mean and strict over the summer. Maybe he's got a girlfriend," Padma joked. "I feel sorry for my sister-she's in Gryffindor, and Snape has a terrible grudge on that house, what with Harry Potter in it, and all. A lot of us have reason to believe Snape's in with You-Know-Who's circle, even though Dumbledore says he's on our side."
"Really? Snape in with Lord Voldemort-that's an interesting thought. But I'm not about to make judgments on someone I don't know. That would be unfair. Now the teacher that really annoyed me? Trelawny...she's, like, an oversized bug! Urggh...she's just...creepy. Do you know what I mean? But she's an okay teacher. I absolutely love fire omens, she makes them sound so...mysterious."
"I agree...but divination isn't half so fun with that Slytherin boy, Malfoy, setting people on fire every minute or so. I noticed he avoided you, Mychy. Is he afraid of you? That would be a first!" Padma bit out a chunk from her buttered roll.
"Tuh-Malfoy afraid of anyone. That's great...but I don't think so. He seems to have an amazing disregard for authority. Which is, per say, rather like me. Except I can control the Pyromaniac side of me. I only set certain people on fire." Mychy smiled ironically. "What's your next subject?"
"Well, I have Care of Magical Creatures after this. What's yours?"
"I have...ummm. I have Study of Ancient Runes. I love that subject! It's kind of like studying Ancient Greek. My parents decided they wanted me to associate with muggles at a muggle school before I applied to any Magic schools. I went to Shady Hill School before Huntington Academy of Wizardry. It was really nice there, except people used to tell me I was stupid for thinking I could do magic. Well, pardon my language, but screw them-they are so naïve. Blind, absolutely blind and ignorant. Except for my friends, of course-they believed me, especially since one of them was a wizard and already knew a couple of spells to show for it. But I'll shut up-I'm rambling. We have Defense Against the Dark Arts after next period-is the Ravenclaw class all together for that?"
"Yeah, we do-with the Hufflepuffs. As you can see, they're a nice lot. Not haughty, like a lot of the Gryffindors, or mean, like the Slytherins. I'm friends with a Hufflepuff-you know Justin Finch-Fletchley? The cute one?" Padma giggled, a little shyly. "We kind of...erm...went out over the summer. But then we broke it off."
"Oh, that's sweet-but why'd you break up? Was he, like, not good, or something?" Mychy asked, rather curiously, taking a sip of her pumpkin juice.
"Oh, no," Padma said, defensively. "He's a great person, it's just...people would gossip here, and I don't like being gossiped about. Plus, well, we just didn't think we wanted to date anymore. I don't know why, really. Any boys you think are okay, here?"
"Well, I met a few last night-Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Draco Malfoy. Yes, the fire-blasting Malfoy himself. Harry and his lot are nice, but there's just something about that Neville kid that annoys me-It's just, he's so damned shy around girls. He was blushing the whole time we were talking, practically. Sheesh. And, as for Malfoy, he must have the same problem. He complimented my robe when it looked the same as everybody else's, and when I gave him a weird look, he said 'never mind', and fairly went crimson. He's kind of cute, in an impish sort of way, but even after, our, er, short-winded conversation, I got the impression that he was not someone to cross. It just, really surprised me with that whole robe-thing."
To Mychy's surprise, Padma laughed heartily, instead of looking confused or disgusted. "Ha! That is so great-Do you know what that could mean?"
"Well, no, not really, but in my opinion, he either has a crush on me, or he's just plain batty," Mychy commented, amused.
Padma stopped laughing and stared, mystified. "Got in one! You are one smart cookie. Most people would have ignored something like that, coming from someone like Malfoy. But, wow-you are definitely analytical, my friend."
"Well?" Mychy prompted.
"The first." Padma burst into another fit of laughter, covering her mouth. She couldn't stop laughing until the bell rang for the start of afternoon classes.
On her way out, Mychy stopped at a sign that said: 'House team Quidditch try-outs tonight! Bring your brooms and come to the school fields at seven o' clock. -Madame Hooch, Director of Hogwarts Quidditch training.' Mychy made a mental note to find her Nimbus 2001 after her homework was finished.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Mychy hurried over to a huddled group of Ravenclaws on the far corner of the Quidditch field. Cho greeted her, and introduced her to everyone.
"Hey, you guys-this is Mychy, the new fifth year. She's trying out for our team as a beater. Why don't you tell her your names." One by one, they each stepped forward. First was a tall, muscular boy of about seventeen, who gave his name as Derrick Bole, a beater. Another was a girl with red-auburn hair, who was called. Nina Peters, who said she was a keeper. The three chasers were Jolina Haring, Peter Wickersham, and Miwa Robinson. Mychy took a liking to Jolina's hair, which was a nicely dyed blue.
Pretty soon, Mychy found herself on her broom, swinging her bat at the large, black bludger, trying to show her beating skills. It came fast at her head-she swung, powerfully wacking it across the expansive field while she clamped her legs around her broomstick. A few whistles came from down below, but she didn't bother to see who it was. She decided to do her toughest trick as the bludger came flying back at her. While the broom was still moving, she kicked her legs up on the back of her broom, pulling her knees up into a kneeling position. She then swung each leg up so that she was balancing precariously on her broomstick in a standing position. Below, she heard people gasping as the ball came hurtling at her shoulder, and she swung wildly at it, hitting it spinning back into space. For a while she had nearly lost her balance.
Carefully, she sat back down again, lowering the broom as below, a team member wrestled the ball into its crate. Derrick and Cho came forward, helping her shakily off her broomstick, half looking scared out of their minds, half amazed.
"That was some trick," Derrick whistled, patting Mychy on her back.
"Thanks, man-I'd been working on that one since...I can remember, really. I only just got it right two years ago," Mychy replied, smiling, quite relieved that she hadn't fallen off her broom and broken her neck. She turned around slowly at the sound of another voice-Harry Potter's.
"All I can say is...wow, Mychy. I wish I could do that," he complimented her, blushing bashfully down at his own broomstick, which Mychy saw was the enviable Firebolt.
"Tuh-don't doubt yourself, Harry, I'm sure you could do it on your first try," Mychy snorted, slightly embarrassed.
"Just give me a dementor, and you'll see what I mean...anyway, see you later-I need to help my team choose a new keeper." Turning bright red, he added: "Bye, Cho." Harry sauntered back over to the group of Gryffindors, waving casually.
"So-am I on the team?" Mychy asked, turning back to the six team members.
"Well, what do you think?" Nina asked, jokingly. "Guys?"
"In," said Jolina. "Definitely. Peter?"
"In..."
"In!"
"In-""In."
Mychy's face broke out into a huge grin. "Thanks, guys!!"
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"Who's there?" Mychy stopped in the hall on her way to the Ravenclaw common room. She could have sworn she heard someone behind her. And there was-Malfoy stood, smirking, leaning on his broomstick. "Okay, bitch, what do you want?" she asked, her teeth gritted.
"Well, nothing, really." His smile grew wider. Mychy could tell something was up...*Oh, perceptive me,* she thought. *Is it just my imagination, or does this kid like me?*
"I guess that's why you're following me. Draco...? Is there something you want me to know?" Mychy inquired, half annoyed. However, she felt a blush rise to her cheeks. If possible, Malfoy grinned even wider.
"Oh, lucky me-here it is, only the first day of school, and already a girl finds herself attracted to me...I think it's more like this, Mychy; 'Do you have something to tell me?'"
Now she really was annoyed. But instead of doing her usual and ignoring the comments, she reacted. "What do you want me to say? Hello, I don't even know you!" she calmed down slightly, and spoke again. "Okay, here's one for thought, 'Draco Malfoy, I want you, I need you, oh baby, oh baby, I don't even know you but somehow I love you.'" Now it was Draco's turn to be pomegranate-colored.
"That's not funny!" he exclaimed. "You weren't...serious, were you?"
"Don't get too proud of yourself," Mychy chided. "I haven't fallen for you yet."
"You were serious?!"
"Poor, poor Draco-I'm never serious." With that, Mychy turned on her heel and strode off in the other direction.
TO BE CONTINUED...