Misjudged Feelings.
Chapter 1
Dissclamer: I don't own any of the characters, or places. Just the storys I come up with.
The sound of water, falling drop by drop, echos in my head. The low hum of voices around me, absent-mindedly gossiping away. A sharp breeze, breathes through an open window. I feel myself relax, my head lowers, and like a heavy weight, my eyes droop. I slip into a dream.I'm in a long corridor, I hear a scream in the distance; I can see myself running. Past classrooms full of pupils, but I stumble. I seem to be be falling for hours. Then suddenly.
"Aaargh!" I scream out loud, I feel out of breath.
"Hey, Draco whats up?" the voice of Blaise Zabini cuts through the endless laughing,and gasping.
I opened my eyes to see about seven people standing over me.
"Oh, er.. nothing." I looked at the rest of the comman room, "What you lot staring at? Haven't you seen someone fall off a chair before?"
I picked myself up off the floor, and started for the boys dorm. The rest of the comman room when back to what they were doing, except for Blaise.
"Umm...you might want to get that seen to." he said from behind me; making me jump.
I turned around to look at him, he pointed to my head. Moving my hand up I could feel a mass of sticky liquid from under my hair.
"Do you want me to look at it?" Blaise says, meakly.
"You what? Oh OK." he grins and we walk up to our dorm.
I sat down on his bed. Blaise starts proding my head with one finger.
"Ow, that hurt! Umm.. you do know what your doing, don't you?" I ask as he prods my head ever harder.
"Oh yeah, my mum teaches me about this sort of stuff, you know just in case you loose your wand." he pauses, starts muttering to himself, continues to prod for a bit, then takes out his wand.
"What are you doing?" I cry, jumping back, "I thought you said you could do it without a wand."
"Carm down, I'm just conjuring up bangages. Your very jumpy."
I felt a strip of bangage wrap it's self tightly around my head.
"There you go, there wasn't much that needed doing, so I just cleaned it up."
"Yeah, thanks." I get up and walk to the door.
"Don't mention it." Blaise called after me.
I walk out of the comman room, up the stone steps near the dungons, and come out at the entrance hall. The bangage on my head feels like a turban. A group of Gryffindors come out of the great hall.
"Hey Malfoy, is that a fashion statement or do you just miss Quirrell?"
Yawning loudly, I walk out to the grounds.
Gryffindors, I sigh to myself, not an ounce of wit in them.
Chapter 1
Dissclamer: I don't own any of the characters, or places. Just the storys I come up with.
The sound of water, falling drop by drop, echos in my head. The low hum of voices around me, absent-mindedly gossiping away. A sharp breeze, breathes through an open window. I feel myself relax, my head lowers, and like a heavy weight, my eyes droop. I slip into a dream.I'm in a long corridor, I hear a scream in the distance; I can see myself running. Past classrooms full of pupils, but I stumble. I seem to be be falling for hours. Then suddenly.
"Aaargh!" I scream out loud, I feel out of breath.
"Hey, Draco whats up?" the voice of Blaise Zabini cuts through the endless laughing,and gasping.
I opened my eyes to see about seven people standing over me.
"Oh, er.. nothing." I looked at the rest of the comman room, "What you lot staring at? Haven't you seen someone fall off a chair before?"
I picked myself up off the floor, and started for the boys dorm. The rest of the comman room when back to what they were doing, except for Blaise.
"Umm...you might want to get that seen to." he said from behind me; making me jump.
I turned around to look at him, he pointed to my head. Moving my hand up I could feel a mass of sticky liquid from under my hair.
"Do you want me to look at it?" Blaise says, meakly.
"You what? Oh OK." he grins and we walk up to our dorm.
I sat down on his bed. Blaise starts proding my head with one finger.
"Ow, that hurt! Umm.. you do know what your doing, don't you?" I ask as he prods my head ever harder.
"Oh yeah, my mum teaches me about this sort of stuff, you know just in case you loose your wand." he pauses, starts muttering to himself, continues to prod for a bit, then takes out his wand.
"What are you doing?" I cry, jumping back, "I thought you said you could do it without a wand."
"Carm down, I'm just conjuring up bangages. Your very jumpy."
I felt a strip of bangage wrap it's self tightly around my head.
"There you go, there wasn't much that needed doing, so I just cleaned it up."
"Yeah, thanks." I get up and walk to the door.
"Don't mention it." Blaise called after me.
I walk out of the comman room, up the stone steps near the dungons, and come out at the entrance hall. The bangage on my head feels like a turban. A group of Gryffindors come out of the great hall.
"Hey Malfoy, is that a fashion statement or do you just miss Quirrell?"
Yawning loudly, I walk out to the grounds.
Gryffindors, I sigh to myself, not an ounce of wit in them.