1 Head to Head
1st Chapter
"Going to change, Mudblood?"
I started out of my slumber, feeling suddenly disorientated. Where was I?
"Well?" I heard a familiar voice drawl, once again. The Silencing Charm must have worn off.
I gritted my teeth in frustration. Malfoy.
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"What's your problem, Malfoy?" I snapped, with all the dignity I could muster with my robes half-way over my head.
"What?" he asked innocently.
Like he didn't know, having been griping about "How he was forced to share his position with a dirty great Mudblood." for about half an hour, after waking me up. I just didn't need this kind of attitude from him. I pulled my robes over my head, and spoke clearly, clear enough for that thick-head to understand.
"Just remember, Malfoy, that you were only second choice, so don't blow up your extremely large head any more than you need to."
"Yeah. Whatever Granger!" he muttered moodily. I cheered silently. He obviously didn't like the idea of him being second-string to Terry Boot. One point to me!
"And as much as I hate the idea, we are going to have to learn to compromise, if we have to work together for a whole year." I stated, hoping he would work with me.
"I suppose so. But just don't start all your little Mudblood ways over the year, leave it till summer." He sighed, as if it was a chore just making conversation with me.
I felt my hand rising, and preparing to slap him so hard that his stupid smile would be sent to oblivion.
No. I heard a voice say in my head. The sensible part of me, I thought.
The sensible voice spoke again: Remember the hex.
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"HARRY! EMMA!"
I ran up to my friends, thoroughly out of breath. It had took me about a millisecond to realise that I didn't have to be in the company of Malfoy much longer after the train had stopped, and I had escaped the compartment, thankful to never have to see it again until the end of the year.
"HERMIONE!" Emma yelled, looking anguished.
"What's the matter?" I jogged up to her, worried.
"Not me! ITS YOU! I heard that Malfoy was made Head Boy because Boot dropped out!" She patted my arm sympathetically.
"Well, its not that bad," I began, "I don't really have to spend that much time with him."
"That's the worst." Harry interjected, "You will."
We started walking along to the big Stagecoaches, decorated with the Hogwarts Crest, I was beginning to feel anxious. What did Harry mean?
"Well, where are Ron and Shar?" I asked, trying to change the subject, and get rid of the bad feeling that was growing in the pit of my stomach.
"Oh, erm, they snuck off into another compartment after you left, and we haven't seen them since. I wonder what they could be doing?" Harry grinned mischievously, he knew perfectly well what they were doing.
"I saw that coming for a while!" Emma boasted, as we boarded a stagecoach, "It was just so OBVIOUS!"
"Yes, it was." I admitted. I had thought that maybe it was Ron and me that were meant to be together, the way we had got jealous whenever we saw each other with other guys or girls, but we realized that the way we felt was just like the way a kid feels when his big sister gets a boyfriend, you felt like you were being replaced. That was it. But both Ron and I knew that no one could replace Harry or each other in our lives, we were the best of friends, after all.
I began to feel very cheerful again, and was just about to open my mouth when Harry spoke up.
"About Malfoy."he began.
"Oh yes. HIM!" I scowled, but I was determined not to let him ruin my mood, "He just moaned throughout the train ride, and kept calling me "Mudblood". Not that I really care."
Harry looked uncomfortable, so did Emma. I stared at them suspiciously.
"Is there something you know that I don't?" I demanded.
"Well." Emma began, looking uneasy, but was drowned out my the noise of thousands of feet clattering out of the coaches, and up the fleeting steps, into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
I yanked my friends out of the coach, and back to school.
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"Volley, Margherita. RAVENCLAW!"
"Ron?"
"Zanta, Sophie. HUFFLEPUFF!"
"RON!"
"WHAT?" he snapped, startled.
"Where's Shar?" I asked, pointedly. We had seen Ron at the Gryffindor table, but no Sharlette.
"Oh, erm, I dunno.." he blushed, and stared so hard at his plate that he didn't notice when a pile of mashed potatoes appeared on it.
"Oh, come off it, Ron, we know all about it, now WHERE IS SHE?"
"Well, w-we heard that we had reached the station, and then she just ran out of the compartment, she said she was looking for you."
"Did anything happen, I mean, anything to upset her?" I was genuinely agitated now. Shar is very emotional. I mean, she went all blubbery when we cut up flobberworms in Potions, for god's sake! ANYTHING could upset her!
"Well, not exactly. Crabbe and Goyle just popped in for a friendly visit." He grimaced, "And they said something about Malfoy being Head Boy. As if! And Shar believed them, I guess." He shrugged, and began helping himself to some gravy.
"Miss Granger!"
I sighed. What now?
"Yes Professor McGongall?" I answered politely.
"Do you know anything about being Head Girl, Ms Granger?" she asked me hotly.
"Uh.." I mumbled dubiously, she didn't seem very pleased.
"I will explain it thoroughly then. But come along now! You will not eat at the Gryffindor table from now on. You will sit with the-"
I winced, I knew what was coming.
"-Head Boy." She finished, pointing to small table, set for two, beside the High Table, on the large stage.
And guess who was already sitting there?
"Malfoy." I muttered darkly
"Report to me after the Feast, Ms Granger, and bring Mr Malfoy with you. We have some things to go over."
I groaned. Being Head Girl wasn't all it was cut out to be.
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Malfoy looked up as I walked over to the table, and sat myself down.
"Hey Granger." He said softly, "Pretty nice table, huh?"
I had to admit, it was lovely. It was dark pine, small, but exquisite. It looked as though somebody had spent forever carving it. It had mermaids, phoenixes, unicorns and centaurs carved around the edges, and all the way down the table leg. The table top was made of crystal, smooth and shining, that looked as if it was reflecting clouds in the sunset.
It was almost.romantic.
"It must be charmed, like the ceiling," I whispered, gazing into Malfoy's steely silver eyes. A shiver went through me.
He looked back at me, and for a second, I felt uncomfortable.
"Trust you to know that, Granger." he hissed bitterly, totally shocking my system. How could I have felt like I had a few seconds ago? This was Draco Malfoy.
We ate in silence, and stood up, as Professor McGongall walked over, just as the Feast ended. I looked longingly over as Emma, Ron and Harry as they hurried to the Gryffindor Common Room. Oh well, I supposed I would join them after this little lecture.
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OK, REVIEW PLEASE! I SPENT AGES ON THIS CHAPTER!
(THIRD ONE UP TOMORROW!)
1st Chapter
"Going to change, Mudblood?"
I started out of my slumber, feeling suddenly disorientated. Where was I?
"Well?" I heard a familiar voice drawl, once again. The Silencing Charm must have worn off.
I gritted my teeth in frustration. Malfoy.
************
"What's your problem, Malfoy?" I snapped, with all the dignity I could muster with my robes half-way over my head.
"What?" he asked innocently.
Like he didn't know, having been griping about "How he was forced to share his position with a dirty great Mudblood." for about half an hour, after waking me up. I just didn't need this kind of attitude from him. I pulled my robes over my head, and spoke clearly, clear enough for that thick-head to understand.
"Just remember, Malfoy, that you were only second choice, so don't blow up your extremely large head any more than you need to."
"Yeah. Whatever Granger!" he muttered moodily. I cheered silently. He obviously didn't like the idea of him being second-string to Terry Boot. One point to me!
"And as much as I hate the idea, we are going to have to learn to compromise, if we have to work together for a whole year." I stated, hoping he would work with me.
"I suppose so. But just don't start all your little Mudblood ways over the year, leave it till summer." He sighed, as if it was a chore just making conversation with me.
I felt my hand rising, and preparing to slap him so hard that his stupid smile would be sent to oblivion.
No. I heard a voice say in my head. The sensible part of me, I thought.
The sensible voice spoke again: Remember the hex.
********************
"HARRY! EMMA!"
I ran up to my friends, thoroughly out of breath. It had took me about a millisecond to realise that I didn't have to be in the company of Malfoy much longer after the train had stopped, and I had escaped the compartment, thankful to never have to see it again until the end of the year.
"HERMIONE!" Emma yelled, looking anguished.
"What's the matter?" I jogged up to her, worried.
"Not me! ITS YOU! I heard that Malfoy was made Head Boy because Boot dropped out!" She patted my arm sympathetically.
"Well, its not that bad," I began, "I don't really have to spend that much time with him."
"That's the worst." Harry interjected, "You will."
We started walking along to the big Stagecoaches, decorated with the Hogwarts Crest, I was beginning to feel anxious. What did Harry mean?
"Well, where are Ron and Shar?" I asked, trying to change the subject, and get rid of the bad feeling that was growing in the pit of my stomach.
"Oh, erm, they snuck off into another compartment after you left, and we haven't seen them since. I wonder what they could be doing?" Harry grinned mischievously, he knew perfectly well what they were doing.
"I saw that coming for a while!" Emma boasted, as we boarded a stagecoach, "It was just so OBVIOUS!"
"Yes, it was." I admitted. I had thought that maybe it was Ron and me that were meant to be together, the way we had got jealous whenever we saw each other with other guys or girls, but we realized that the way we felt was just like the way a kid feels when his big sister gets a boyfriend, you felt like you were being replaced. That was it. But both Ron and I knew that no one could replace Harry or each other in our lives, we were the best of friends, after all.
I began to feel very cheerful again, and was just about to open my mouth when Harry spoke up.
"About Malfoy."he began.
"Oh yes. HIM!" I scowled, but I was determined not to let him ruin my mood, "He just moaned throughout the train ride, and kept calling me "Mudblood". Not that I really care."
Harry looked uncomfortable, so did Emma. I stared at them suspiciously.
"Is there something you know that I don't?" I demanded.
"Well." Emma began, looking uneasy, but was drowned out my the noise of thousands of feet clattering out of the coaches, and up the fleeting steps, into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
I yanked my friends out of the coach, and back to school.
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"Volley, Margherita. RAVENCLAW!"
"Ron?"
"Zanta, Sophie. HUFFLEPUFF!"
"RON!"
"WHAT?" he snapped, startled.
"Where's Shar?" I asked, pointedly. We had seen Ron at the Gryffindor table, but no Sharlette.
"Oh, erm, I dunno.." he blushed, and stared so hard at his plate that he didn't notice when a pile of mashed potatoes appeared on it.
"Oh, come off it, Ron, we know all about it, now WHERE IS SHE?"
"Well, w-we heard that we had reached the station, and then she just ran out of the compartment, she said she was looking for you."
"Did anything happen, I mean, anything to upset her?" I was genuinely agitated now. Shar is very emotional. I mean, she went all blubbery when we cut up flobberworms in Potions, for god's sake! ANYTHING could upset her!
"Well, not exactly. Crabbe and Goyle just popped in for a friendly visit." He grimaced, "And they said something about Malfoy being Head Boy. As if! And Shar believed them, I guess." He shrugged, and began helping himself to some gravy.
"Miss Granger!"
I sighed. What now?
"Yes Professor McGongall?" I answered politely.
"Do you know anything about being Head Girl, Ms Granger?" she asked me hotly.
"Uh.." I mumbled dubiously, she didn't seem very pleased.
"I will explain it thoroughly then. But come along now! You will not eat at the Gryffindor table from now on. You will sit with the-"
I winced, I knew what was coming.
"-Head Boy." She finished, pointing to small table, set for two, beside the High Table, on the large stage.
And guess who was already sitting there?
"Malfoy." I muttered darkly
"Report to me after the Feast, Ms Granger, and bring Mr Malfoy with you. We have some things to go over."
I groaned. Being Head Girl wasn't all it was cut out to be.
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Malfoy looked up as I walked over to the table, and sat myself down.
"Hey Granger." He said softly, "Pretty nice table, huh?"
I had to admit, it was lovely. It was dark pine, small, but exquisite. It looked as though somebody had spent forever carving it. It had mermaids, phoenixes, unicorns and centaurs carved around the edges, and all the way down the table leg. The table top was made of crystal, smooth and shining, that looked as if it was reflecting clouds in the sunset.
It was almost.romantic.
"It must be charmed, like the ceiling," I whispered, gazing into Malfoy's steely silver eyes. A shiver went through me.
He looked back at me, and for a second, I felt uncomfortable.
"Trust you to know that, Granger." he hissed bitterly, totally shocking my system. How could I have felt like I had a few seconds ago? This was Draco Malfoy.
We ate in silence, and stood up, as Professor McGongall walked over, just as the Feast ended. I looked longingly over as Emma, Ron and Harry as they hurried to the Gryffindor Common Room. Oh well, I supposed I would join them after this little lecture.
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OK, REVIEW PLEASE! I SPENT AGES ON THIS CHAPTER!
(THIRD ONE UP TOMORROW!)