Harry Potter
SyDra
Title: New Girl on the Block: Part 4
Summary: Same as ever...Draco and Mychy fluff, Harry brooding and sh*t.
Rating: PG13
Disclaimers: Same as always...you know who Rowling's are, Mychy is me, and Jolina Haring, Peter Wickersham, Miwa Robinson, and Nina Peters are mine. A/N-I am SICK AND TIRED of getting flamed, damn it! No more flames! Just good, supportive reviews to boost my little ego!! (Reader, this applies to you, too, no matter what I told you at school.) P.S.-I don't care if you hate it, just tell me what to change, okay?? ::tiny voice:: Please?
Part 4
He stared, mouth agape. Had she just said what he thought she'd said? Had she really asked him to go out with him? Again, his hand ran through his pale blond hair in an unconscious motion. A little bubble of slight hope flitted around his swiftly beating heart, and he was suddenly aware of Mychy. Her eyes, sparkling and blue, looked up at him. Draco hadn't realized short she was, compared to him. Her gold hair floated across her face, though no breeze was able to find the little alcove just beyond the hallway. He wanted to take his hand and run it through her hair, just like he was doing with his. But he shoved this unexpected thought out of his mind.
In the hall, people were rushing to the Great Hall for lunch, but it was as though Draco and Mychy were locked in time, the only ones barely moving with the stampeding throng. And no one noticed them. Draco wanted to say, yes, he would go out with her, but he would do much, much more than that, but his throat was closed, and he found himself afraid to speak.
Mychy couldn't speak, for fear she would ruin the moment. All around, the noise should have been deafening, with the roar of students on their way to lunch. And yet, somehow, it was as though a damper was thrust onto the noise, lowering it to a slight whisper. She closed her eyes, and then opened them again, and still, Draco stood in front of her, watching. Staring. Something occurred to her. Had she really just done what she'd thought she did? She shivered. Yes, it was what she had wanted to do, but so suddenly, like that? Why, she hardly knew him! After all, it was only the third day of school.
She clenched her hands behind her back, in anxiety. Why doesn't he speak? Why doesn't he say something, to break the long silence? Why doesn't he say yes? Just yesterday, she was almost confident that Draco liked her beyond the point of being friends, but now, there was no way to find out, until he said something. But all he did was stare, with those cold gray eyes of his, staring beyond her face, and into her brain, searching. For what?
His hand itched to touch her pale, creamy face, to feel her skin. But he held it there, by his side. He tried again to speak. And this time...
"Yes."
Now it was Mychy's turn to gape in wonder. She was glad that now, nearly everyone was inside the Great Hall. All except for one. She closed her mouth, not noticing the figure just out of her line of vision. Now the silence was deafening, as Draco continued to stare. She couldn't stand to be here, now, any longer-she slipped out of the alcove, making her way across the corridor to the Great Hall.
He followed. Was she truly as shocked as he? Well, yes, she had to be, she'd just asked him out, and he had just said yes, of all things. His heartbeat began to pick up pace, as he turned her around. He didn't seem to notice, or to care, that the whole school was now watching form their seats, in curiosity. He pressed his mouth to hers, feeling the pressure of her soft lips. She did not struggle, and soon, her hands found a place on his shoulders. The dark figure just behind them did not move or speak, just stared. Stared as if its life depended on it. Neither Draco nor Mychy seemed to hear the whoops, cheers, cat-calls and plaudits from the Great hall just then, but soon, when their long-winded smooch was done, the volume suddenly turned to a deafening roar.
'Oh, god,' Mychy thought. Her face was on fire, thanks to the blush that had just risen to her face. Flustered, she made her way to the Ravenclaw table, amid pats on the back and more yells of encouragement. Padma grinned, and Cho said,
"Hey, nice one!"
"Thanks," Mychy replied, grinning, regaining her confidence. "So much support?"
"Well, for you, not for Draco," Padma explained, as people started to settle back down.
"Kinda strange, don't you think, since it's only been three days, and hardly anyone knows me," muttered Mychy, her mouth now stuffed with a croissant. "I had no idea so many people were Mychy and Draco shippers out there." Padma laughed.
"You'd be surprised how popular you are. It seems someone spread the news about your stunning Quidditch performance during the tryouts. Someone who knows just about everyone in the school. I've caught wind that almost everyone wants to meet you." Mychy blushed again.
"Tuh, me of all people, popular. When I was at Shady Hill, everyone thought I was some kind of weirdo for thinking I knew magic. Not surprising, though-Cambridge was always full to the brim with muggles, too blind to see magic even after reading Tamora Pierce and all those authors." Mychy spooned some hot chicken-noodle soup into her mouth.
"So, it seems pretty obvious that you and Draco are a couple. Who asked who out?"
"I asked him. Pretty embarrassing, I can tell you-the only other time I'd asked someone out was in my second year at Huntington, when the guy gave me a strange look and walked off in the other direction. So, yes, Draco and I are now officially an item, you could say. What's your next period?"
Padma dug her schedule out of her backpack, and scanned the list, searching for Wednesday. "Oh, here-I've got Study of Ancient Runes."
"Cool-so do I!" Mychy exclaimed enthusiastically.
"Yeah, cool. You know, back on the subject of you and Draco-I think you two make such a cute couple, even if he is a dirty Slytherin and a total snob. Of course, not to say that you're like him, but, you're like, his opposite. You know?"
"Well, no reason to get defensive about him. Yes, he is a bit snobby, but inside, he's really sweet. You just have to catch him right her." Mychy dramatically placed a curled fist on her chest, grinning. Padma rolled her eyes.
"Whatever," she mumbled jokingly, and got up with Mychy just as the bell rang for class.
TO BE CONTINUED...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: is this story turning out good? Let me know by being a good reader and reviewing, without flames...please? I hope you're enjoying it so far!
SyDra
Title: New Girl on the Block: Part 4
Summary: Same as ever...Draco and Mychy fluff, Harry brooding and sh*t.
Rating: PG13
Disclaimers: Same as always...you know who Rowling's are, Mychy is me, and Jolina Haring, Peter Wickersham, Miwa Robinson, and Nina Peters are mine. A/N-I am SICK AND TIRED of getting flamed, damn it! No more flames! Just good, supportive reviews to boost my little ego!! (Reader, this applies to you, too, no matter what I told you at school.) P.S.-I don't care if you hate it, just tell me what to change, okay?? ::tiny voice:: Please?
Part 4
He stared, mouth agape. Had she just said what he thought she'd said? Had she really asked him to go out with him? Again, his hand ran through his pale blond hair in an unconscious motion. A little bubble of slight hope flitted around his swiftly beating heart, and he was suddenly aware of Mychy. Her eyes, sparkling and blue, looked up at him. Draco hadn't realized short she was, compared to him. Her gold hair floated across her face, though no breeze was able to find the little alcove just beyond the hallway. He wanted to take his hand and run it through her hair, just like he was doing with his. But he shoved this unexpected thought out of his mind.
In the hall, people were rushing to the Great Hall for lunch, but it was as though Draco and Mychy were locked in time, the only ones barely moving with the stampeding throng. And no one noticed them. Draco wanted to say, yes, he would go out with her, but he would do much, much more than that, but his throat was closed, and he found himself afraid to speak.
Mychy couldn't speak, for fear she would ruin the moment. All around, the noise should have been deafening, with the roar of students on their way to lunch. And yet, somehow, it was as though a damper was thrust onto the noise, lowering it to a slight whisper. She closed her eyes, and then opened them again, and still, Draco stood in front of her, watching. Staring. Something occurred to her. Had she really just done what she'd thought she did? She shivered. Yes, it was what she had wanted to do, but so suddenly, like that? Why, she hardly knew him! After all, it was only the third day of school.
She clenched her hands behind her back, in anxiety. Why doesn't he speak? Why doesn't he say something, to break the long silence? Why doesn't he say yes? Just yesterday, she was almost confident that Draco liked her beyond the point of being friends, but now, there was no way to find out, until he said something. But all he did was stare, with those cold gray eyes of his, staring beyond her face, and into her brain, searching. For what?
His hand itched to touch her pale, creamy face, to feel her skin. But he held it there, by his side. He tried again to speak. And this time...
"Yes."
Now it was Mychy's turn to gape in wonder. She was glad that now, nearly everyone was inside the Great Hall. All except for one. She closed her mouth, not noticing the figure just out of her line of vision. Now the silence was deafening, as Draco continued to stare. She couldn't stand to be here, now, any longer-she slipped out of the alcove, making her way across the corridor to the Great Hall.
He followed. Was she truly as shocked as he? Well, yes, she had to be, she'd just asked him out, and he had just said yes, of all things. His heartbeat began to pick up pace, as he turned her around. He didn't seem to notice, or to care, that the whole school was now watching form their seats, in curiosity. He pressed his mouth to hers, feeling the pressure of her soft lips. She did not struggle, and soon, her hands found a place on his shoulders. The dark figure just behind them did not move or speak, just stared. Stared as if its life depended on it. Neither Draco nor Mychy seemed to hear the whoops, cheers, cat-calls and plaudits from the Great hall just then, but soon, when their long-winded smooch was done, the volume suddenly turned to a deafening roar.
'Oh, god,' Mychy thought. Her face was on fire, thanks to the blush that had just risen to her face. Flustered, she made her way to the Ravenclaw table, amid pats on the back and more yells of encouragement. Padma grinned, and Cho said,
"Hey, nice one!"
"Thanks," Mychy replied, grinning, regaining her confidence. "So much support?"
"Well, for you, not for Draco," Padma explained, as people started to settle back down.
"Kinda strange, don't you think, since it's only been three days, and hardly anyone knows me," muttered Mychy, her mouth now stuffed with a croissant. "I had no idea so many people were Mychy and Draco shippers out there." Padma laughed.
"You'd be surprised how popular you are. It seems someone spread the news about your stunning Quidditch performance during the tryouts. Someone who knows just about everyone in the school. I've caught wind that almost everyone wants to meet you." Mychy blushed again.
"Tuh, me of all people, popular. When I was at Shady Hill, everyone thought I was some kind of weirdo for thinking I knew magic. Not surprising, though-Cambridge was always full to the brim with muggles, too blind to see magic even after reading Tamora Pierce and all those authors." Mychy spooned some hot chicken-noodle soup into her mouth.
"So, it seems pretty obvious that you and Draco are a couple. Who asked who out?"
"I asked him. Pretty embarrassing, I can tell you-the only other time I'd asked someone out was in my second year at Huntington, when the guy gave me a strange look and walked off in the other direction. So, yes, Draco and I are now officially an item, you could say. What's your next period?"
Padma dug her schedule out of her backpack, and scanned the list, searching for Wednesday. "Oh, here-I've got Study of Ancient Runes."
"Cool-so do I!" Mychy exclaimed enthusiastically.
"Yeah, cool. You know, back on the subject of you and Draco-I think you two make such a cute couple, even if he is a dirty Slytherin and a total snob. Of course, not to say that you're like him, but, you're like, his opposite. You know?"
"Well, no reason to get defensive about him. Yes, he is a bit snobby, but inside, he's really sweet. You just have to catch him right her." Mychy dramatically placed a curled fist on her chest, grinning. Padma rolled her eyes.
"Whatever," she mumbled jokingly, and got up with Mychy just as the bell rang for class.
TO BE CONTINUED...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: is this story turning out good? Let me know by being a good reader and reviewing, without flames...please? I hope you're enjoying it so far!