Author's Notes: Yippeeee! I'm, officially, thirteen years old now! **dances around room** My Birthday was yesterday, on the 17th of May! **grins** A teenager! Sugoi! I'm finally a TEENAGER!!!!!
**clears throat** Uhhh......nevermind, I'm just on medication, I'm not crazy. **sweatdrops** Okaaay. ANYway, Gomen, gomen, gomen, gomen, gomen, gomen, gomen, gomen, GOMEN! For not getting this out sooner! My computer time is very, very limited. I mean....very limited, limited, limited! **sweatdrops** Plus....**crosses arms and rolls eyes** .....writer's block....does not help even in the most remote way, soooo.....
As you can so clearly see, this chapter was late, late, late, late! **blinks** Is there an echo in here? **grimaces** Yes, there is. Gomen.
O-negai, readers, don't lose your spark for this ficcie. I hate when that happens, especially when I cause that to happen with the viewers of *my* stories. **holds up hands in defence** I swear to heaven and back, that I will try desperately to get chapters out more frequently. Just hang in there, okay?
**grins** Thirteen, Oh! I just can't believe it! Sugoi, sugoi, sugoi.........
Oh, and one more thing.....
O-negai, do not judge my stories on my age. I really, really, really HATE that. I'm not immature, I know a lot of things. **sweatdrops** Well, I'm not immature *all* the time. I can be serious, and I can learn how to be a good author! And, the majority of my spelling mistakes are not spelling mistakes at all. I don't often use words I don't know how to spell, and if I do, I look them up somewhere. They're mostly typing errors, not spelling errors, okay? I can write emotions and understand them. I don't copy off of anyone else's work. **takes deep breath** Arigatou, I just needed to get that off of my chest. And Arigatou to those of you who understand. ^_~
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Falling into a nice, soft bed seemed like a good idea right then. Or at least, it sounded good to Usagi. Sighing, she watched as an old man stood up from his seat at the front of the Great Hall, and the students immediately grew quiet. 'Must be Albus Dumbledore...' She thought, eyes drooping.
"Ahem," He spoke loudly, so that all ears could hear. "just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered. I have some start-of-term notices to give you."
"First years should take into account that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. I am also, at the request of Mr Filch, going to remind you that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors."
Usagi heard a small snort from beside her. Turning, she looked at Malfoy. He had a very obnoxious look on his face, something that did well to stir up questions within her mind. Obviously, the boy did not favor what Dumbledore had said.
Ignoring it, she turned back to face the headmaster. Already, the girl could tell Malfoy broke any number of rules within Hogwarts. He probably got away home-free, too.
Dumbledore finished off his speech, saying:
"And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!" He gave his wand a little flick, and a golden ribbon flew out of it, rising high above the tables as it twisted itself into words.
"Everyone pick their favorite tune," The man said. "and off we go!"
Usagi heard the school begin singing, but was far too beat to take part in it. She noticed, however, that Draco and most of the other Slytherins did not open their mouths at all.
She nudged him lightly in the ribs with an elbow, almost nervously. "Why...don't you sing?"
He glared at her scathingly. "Why don't you?"
Full of indiganation, the blonde wanted nothing else but to strangle him. "Because," Her tone was low, despite the twinge of fear she felt at his peircing eyes. "I don't know the words, baka."
His lips once again twisted into a nasty sneer, before he spat at her, "Exactly. No one transfers to Hogwarts at your age. You probably have no magical, wizarding history. You don't know the words because you've never been here before." His eyes blazed. "And you never should have come." With that, he faced away from her.
Usagi reeled back. A long silence ensued.
Maybe....maybe he was right. She didn't belong here. She shouldn't have come.......
But that little fact did nothing to halt or even decrease her angry, frustrated emotions towards the boy. "I....I HATE YOU!"
Another long silence stretched itself over the two people, even though the rest of the school was still singing, totally unaware of their bickering.
She could feel a stitch of guilt at her painful words. She had never said that to anyone before......never.
Not even her worst enemies.
Yet she had just cursed him. She had not bothered to try and forgive him, and had lashed out, unexpectedly, unfairly. Dissapointed with herself and her own harsh actions, she avoided any eye contact from the other students.
By now, everybody had finishes the song, though at different times. "Ah," Dumbledore sighed happily. "that song will never get old. Now, off to bed! We'll need some rest to prepare ourselves for what lies ahead of us in the morning!"
All the students stood slowly from their seats and were led out of the Great Hall by the prefects. Usagi suspected their destination was the House Common room. Malfoy, along with more Slytherin kids, walked as well. Though, Draco ignored her. Still over-ridden with sadness and guilt, she hung her head. Azure-blue eyes failed miserably to notice that the portraits whispered as they all passed, that staircases would occasionally move and rearange themselves, that suits of armor seemed to be one place, and then the next moment, another.
The prefects led them farthur and farthur into the depths of Hogwarts, where it became darker, more damp, and torches provided the only source of light to show the way.
She shivered involuntarily, hugging her arms protectively. She heard a small snort of disgust and distain from beside her. Of course, looking over, her eyes met the face of Draco Malfoy. He didn't even give her the acknowledgment of his gaze, but instead continued to face forward.
"You're so weak. Pitiful. It's almost amusing." He said, smirking.
She clenched her fists at her sides, holding back anger, while wallowing in despair. She didn't answer.
"What?" his voice held pure venom, and he looked at her now. "Too scared to say anything more? Too weak and hopeless? Too scared to say you hate me again?"
The blonde felt tears pricking her already blood-shot eyes. "I-I'm sorry."
Draco looked surprised, but only for a second. He had not expected a response such as that from the girl, and hadn't even cared much about her earlier words. His eyes blazed like two icey chips of silver. "Say what you like. I don't care."
"Look," her lips trembled. "I said I was sorry. I-I didn't mean to....say what I did. I....I'm s-sorry......I'm sorry!" Her tears streamed freely down her porcelain cheeks, and she glanced away. She noticed, then, that they both had somehow trailed to the end of the line of students.
After a few minutes of silence, Draco spoke. "Whatever. Just stop crying."
"Wh...why?"
"Because," he smirked. "it's a sign of weakness. And you are weak."
She chose not to retort, too full of hope that he had forgiven her and that they could be friends. "So...." she hesitantly held out a hand. "...friends?"
He snorted again, glancing at her offered hand, and smirked, eyes gleaming. "Whatever." he took it. "But it's your funeral." He, somehow, felt a small bit of affection for the girl next to him. Besides, the boy was too shocked at his acceptance of her friendship to say much else. "Just don't get in my way."
Her eyes lit up slightly, and she hugged him, her arms coming to clasp behind his neck. She pulled back after realizing just what she had done, however, two beautiful rose bushes immediately blossoming on her face. "Ummm......sorry." she murmered, suddenly becoming very, very interested in her shoes. It seemed she was apologizing an awful lot to this boy lately.
Draco, once again, smirked. He watched silently as Usagi kept walking, her head bowed and her face red.
He was rather annoyed at himself for having enjoyed her touch. 'Stupid, weak, annoying girl......' he thought inwardly, violently squashing his hormonal ideas down. 'Don't even think it......don't even, Draco. You're losing your barriers when around her as it is.......'
(AN: **sweatdrops** Gomen, minna-chan, demo, I forgot what the Slytherin Common room looks like completely. **more sweatdrops** I know it was in...like the second or third book......I...er....just can't remember it....I don't, unfortunately, even remember what the entrance to it is, so........I'll just have to make stuff up..... .O)
The group halted in front of what appeared to be a dead end. "Why....why are we stopping here?" she questioned.
He spared her a sideways glimpse, and sighed. "You really are more stupid than you look."
She disregarded his cutting remark, and mustered up the courage to repeat her question. "Why are we here?"
"Because this is the entrance to the Common room, dolt."
"Oh." Was all the blonde said.
A tall, lanky girl, who was most definitely a prefect, stepped forward, and tapped the base of a lone torch four times. The stone wall behind it creeked and groaned, before grinding aside to reveal a large, dark doorway.
The students filed inside, chatting and whispering. Usagi could have sworn she heard a few sentences from the girls in front of her saying, "-----why is Draco ascociating with her?"
"-----I don't know. She must be some sort of demon-girl."
"-----She transferred here, I thought."
"-----It doesn't matter. The most popular Slytherin male should not be talking with trash like that."
The words 'her' and 'that' were emphasized clearly and coldly. The blonde wondered why they would be so mean. She would have cried right then, if a strong voice hadn't cut into her thoughts.
"What are you waiting for?"
"N-nothing." She hadn't noticed that no one but herself and Draco remained standing in the hall. Following him inside, she again hugged her arms, blue eyes glazed and far away.
'How am I supposed to survive this year?'
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Author's Notes: Most likely romance in the very next chapter.......
In FACT, I promise that there will be, because I was so carelessly late with this chapter. Just....errr......keep an eye out for it, okay? I hope and expect to get it out.....sooner than I did previously. Gomen again, minna-chan.....
Tell me, o-negai, my faults and the errors I might have made in this chappie. Remember, I cannot, under any circumstances, get better or more skilled at writing if I do not receive criticism. ^_______^
**clears throat** Uhhh......nevermind, I'm just on medication, I'm not crazy. **sweatdrops** Okaaay. ANYway, Gomen, gomen, gomen, gomen, gomen, gomen, gomen, gomen, GOMEN! For not getting this out sooner! My computer time is very, very limited. I mean....very limited, limited, limited! **sweatdrops** Plus....**crosses arms and rolls eyes** .....writer's block....does not help even in the most remote way, soooo.....
As you can so clearly see, this chapter was late, late, late, late! **blinks** Is there an echo in here? **grimaces** Yes, there is. Gomen.
O-negai, readers, don't lose your spark for this ficcie. I hate when that happens, especially when I cause that to happen with the viewers of *my* stories. **holds up hands in defence** I swear to heaven and back, that I will try desperately to get chapters out more frequently. Just hang in there, okay?
**grins** Thirteen, Oh! I just can't believe it! Sugoi, sugoi, sugoi.........
Oh, and one more thing.....
O-negai, do not judge my stories on my age. I really, really, really HATE that. I'm not immature, I know a lot of things. **sweatdrops** Well, I'm not immature *all* the time. I can be serious, and I can learn how to be a good author! And, the majority of my spelling mistakes are not spelling mistakes at all. I don't often use words I don't know how to spell, and if I do, I look them up somewhere. They're mostly typing errors, not spelling errors, okay? I can write emotions and understand them. I don't copy off of anyone else's work. **takes deep breath** Arigatou, I just needed to get that off of my chest. And Arigatou to those of you who understand. ^_~
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Falling into a nice, soft bed seemed like a good idea right then. Or at least, it sounded good to Usagi. Sighing, she watched as an old man stood up from his seat at the front of the Great Hall, and the students immediately grew quiet. 'Must be Albus Dumbledore...' She thought, eyes drooping.
"Ahem," He spoke loudly, so that all ears could hear. "just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered. I have some start-of-term notices to give you."
"First years should take into account that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. I am also, at the request of Mr Filch, going to remind you that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors."
Usagi heard a small snort from beside her. Turning, she looked at Malfoy. He had a very obnoxious look on his face, something that did well to stir up questions within her mind. Obviously, the boy did not favor what Dumbledore had said.
Ignoring it, she turned back to face the headmaster. Already, the girl could tell Malfoy broke any number of rules within Hogwarts. He probably got away home-free, too.
Dumbledore finished off his speech, saying:
"And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!" He gave his wand a little flick, and a golden ribbon flew out of it, rising high above the tables as it twisted itself into words.
"Everyone pick their favorite tune," The man said. "and off we go!"
Usagi heard the school begin singing, but was far too beat to take part in it. She noticed, however, that Draco and most of the other Slytherins did not open their mouths at all.
She nudged him lightly in the ribs with an elbow, almost nervously. "Why...don't you sing?"
He glared at her scathingly. "Why don't you?"
Full of indiganation, the blonde wanted nothing else but to strangle him. "Because," Her tone was low, despite the twinge of fear she felt at his peircing eyes. "I don't know the words, baka."
His lips once again twisted into a nasty sneer, before he spat at her, "Exactly. No one transfers to Hogwarts at your age. You probably have no magical, wizarding history. You don't know the words because you've never been here before." His eyes blazed. "And you never should have come." With that, he faced away from her.
Usagi reeled back. A long silence ensued.
Maybe....maybe he was right. She didn't belong here. She shouldn't have come.......
But that little fact did nothing to halt or even decrease her angry, frustrated emotions towards the boy. "I....I HATE YOU!"
Another long silence stretched itself over the two people, even though the rest of the school was still singing, totally unaware of their bickering.
She could feel a stitch of guilt at her painful words. She had never said that to anyone before......never.
Not even her worst enemies.
Yet she had just cursed him. She had not bothered to try and forgive him, and had lashed out, unexpectedly, unfairly. Dissapointed with herself and her own harsh actions, she avoided any eye contact from the other students.
By now, everybody had finishes the song, though at different times. "Ah," Dumbledore sighed happily. "that song will never get old. Now, off to bed! We'll need some rest to prepare ourselves for what lies ahead of us in the morning!"
All the students stood slowly from their seats and were led out of the Great Hall by the prefects. Usagi suspected their destination was the House Common room. Malfoy, along with more Slytherin kids, walked as well. Though, Draco ignored her. Still over-ridden with sadness and guilt, she hung her head. Azure-blue eyes failed miserably to notice that the portraits whispered as they all passed, that staircases would occasionally move and rearange themselves, that suits of armor seemed to be one place, and then the next moment, another.
The prefects led them farthur and farthur into the depths of Hogwarts, where it became darker, more damp, and torches provided the only source of light to show the way.
She shivered involuntarily, hugging her arms protectively. She heard a small snort of disgust and distain from beside her. Of course, looking over, her eyes met the face of Draco Malfoy. He didn't even give her the acknowledgment of his gaze, but instead continued to face forward.
"You're so weak. Pitiful. It's almost amusing." He said, smirking.
She clenched her fists at her sides, holding back anger, while wallowing in despair. She didn't answer.
"What?" his voice held pure venom, and he looked at her now. "Too scared to say anything more? Too weak and hopeless? Too scared to say you hate me again?"
The blonde felt tears pricking her already blood-shot eyes. "I-I'm sorry."
Draco looked surprised, but only for a second. He had not expected a response such as that from the girl, and hadn't even cared much about her earlier words. His eyes blazed like two icey chips of silver. "Say what you like. I don't care."
"Look," her lips trembled. "I said I was sorry. I-I didn't mean to....say what I did. I....I'm s-sorry......I'm sorry!" Her tears streamed freely down her porcelain cheeks, and she glanced away. She noticed, then, that they both had somehow trailed to the end of the line of students.
After a few minutes of silence, Draco spoke. "Whatever. Just stop crying."
"Wh...why?"
"Because," he smirked. "it's a sign of weakness. And you are weak."
She chose not to retort, too full of hope that he had forgiven her and that they could be friends. "So...." she hesitantly held out a hand. "...friends?"
He snorted again, glancing at her offered hand, and smirked, eyes gleaming. "Whatever." he took it. "But it's your funeral." He, somehow, felt a small bit of affection for the girl next to him. Besides, the boy was too shocked at his acceptance of her friendship to say much else. "Just don't get in my way."
Her eyes lit up slightly, and she hugged him, her arms coming to clasp behind his neck. She pulled back after realizing just what she had done, however, two beautiful rose bushes immediately blossoming on her face. "Ummm......sorry." she murmered, suddenly becoming very, very interested in her shoes. It seemed she was apologizing an awful lot to this boy lately.
Draco, once again, smirked. He watched silently as Usagi kept walking, her head bowed and her face red.
He was rather annoyed at himself for having enjoyed her touch. 'Stupid, weak, annoying girl......' he thought inwardly, violently squashing his hormonal ideas down. 'Don't even think it......don't even, Draco. You're losing your barriers when around her as it is.......'
(AN: **sweatdrops** Gomen, minna-chan, demo, I forgot what the Slytherin Common room looks like completely. **more sweatdrops** I know it was in...like the second or third book......I...er....just can't remember it....I don't, unfortunately, even remember what the entrance to it is, so........I'll just have to make stuff up..... .O)
The group halted in front of what appeared to be a dead end. "Why....why are we stopping here?" she questioned.
He spared her a sideways glimpse, and sighed. "You really are more stupid than you look."
She disregarded his cutting remark, and mustered up the courage to repeat her question. "Why are we here?"
"Because this is the entrance to the Common room, dolt."
"Oh." Was all the blonde said.
A tall, lanky girl, who was most definitely a prefect, stepped forward, and tapped the base of a lone torch four times. The stone wall behind it creeked and groaned, before grinding aside to reveal a large, dark doorway.
The students filed inside, chatting and whispering. Usagi could have sworn she heard a few sentences from the girls in front of her saying, "-----why is Draco ascociating with her?"
"-----I don't know. She must be some sort of demon-girl."
"-----She transferred here, I thought."
"-----It doesn't matter. The most popular Slytherin male should not be talking with trash like that."
The words 'her' and 'that' were emphasized clearly and coldly. The blonde wondered why they would be so mean. She would have cried right then, if a strong voice hadn't cut into her thoughts.
"What are you waiting for?"
"N-nothing." She hadn't noticed that no one but herself and Draco remained standing in the hall. Following him inside, she again hugged her arms, blue eyes glazed and far away.
'How am I supposed to survive this year?'
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Author's Notes: Most likely romance in the very next chapter.......
In FACT, I promise that there will be, because I was so carelessly late with this chapter. Just....errr......keep an eye out for it, okay? I hope and expect to get it out.....sooner than I did previously. Gomen again, minna-chan.....
Tell me, o-negai, my faults and the errors I might have made in this chappie. Remember, I cannot, under any circumstances, get better or more skilled at writing if I do not receive criticism. ^_______^
