A/N: If I had a genie that would give me one wish, that wish would be that
you would review. I don't particularly like flames, but constructive
criticism is totally accepted! Luv ya!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I wish I did, maybe that's what my wish
would be, to own the Harry Potter series, so I can make sexy Draco the lead
character instead of Potty! Anyways, again I don't own anything.
Morning came all too quickly. Hermione's back was still cramped, and Amy was still dead tired. The sunlight woke Amy up first. It burned her arm, as that was the only part of her the sun shone on. She looked at the pink mark on her arm; a perfect rectangle imprinted forever into her skin. From now on she would remember to leave the curtains open, for it was pain she desired, and after a while the pink faded into a lovely brown color; like human flesh. She got up from the bed and walked over to Hermione's. "Wake up," she said, gently pressing her hand over Hermione's arm; Amy smiled when she saw the girl's beautiful brown eyes.
"What?" she said sleepily, wiping her eyes so she could see.
"It's morning, Hun," Amy's smile grew wider, "Mione? I was hoping that we could set our differences, and my abnormalities, aside, and be friends. Sound good to you? And it would be better if we could get along, much easier to live three more years in the same room, and in same classes together, also easier for all of us to get along when we're with Harry and Ron and them."
"Last night," Hermione wiped her eyes one last time, "Last night it seemed that you and Harry were getting along beautifully. How was he? Good? Bad?" she said sarcastically.
"If you must invade my private life, then you should know that we did not have sexual intercourse. Our intention was to, but in the end (my fave song, In the End by Linkin Park!) we did not," she stated, emotionlessly.
Hermione burst out in laughter, "What is it? What did I say?" Amy wasn't sure what she had done to cause this.
"You. sound. like a. ROBOT!" she said between sobs of laughter.
"Are you going to answer my question?"
"I did," Hermione said, ending the hysterics.
"Oh, I do not see why it was funny, but I guess we all have opinions."
"Well, we better get dressed, we have double potions today, lucky for you, bad for me. I hate Snape, and we have that class with the. uck, the Slytherins!" she said, sticking her tongue out at the word 'Slytherin.'
Amy walked over to where her trunk sat and proceeded to take out her clean, black robes and set them neatly onto her bed to put on later over her clothing. Hermione woke up the rest of the girls who hadn't yet done so, receiving a slap on the arm from Lavender (a reflex, so she said). Amy, disliking the effect her new, tan skin gave to her platinum blond hair, bewitched it to be a beautiful chocolate brown. She chose to wear a black pleated mini-skirt and a gray, long sleeved sweater, with sheer black knee- high socks and shiny black shoes. After adjusting these clothes onto her body, she put the floor length robes on over them. Snape doesn't know that she is his niece; Amy already blew her first impression, so second will have to do.
Hermione had been ready for five minutes when Amy finished; she waited quietly in the common room, fraternizing with the other Gryffindor girls. "Hey, Mione!" Ron said as he exited the boys' dormitories, followed by Harry.
"Hey!" she said, and smiled at them. Seeing Harry just brought back the memory of the night before, so she tried to just look at Ron, it didn't work; she couldn't avoid Harry.
Amy walked out. She quickly walked up to Harry and swung her arms around his neck, smiled, and kissed him hard on the lips. She separated the kiss and grinned, looking at Harry, "Morning hun!" she said brightly.
"I like your hair," Harry smiled back at her and ran his long fingers through her silk-like hair.
Amy took the hair clip that she had been holding and quickly did her hair up in a not-so-neat bun. Her make-up was bewitched to stay on all day; thickly lined black eyeliner and gray eye shadow matched her outfit perfectly. "Let's get to class!" Hermione said, disgusted by their closeness.
Harry and Amy walked with their arms around each other; Amy's around Harry's waist and since Harry was significantly taller his arm was placed over her shoulder. "So, I guess you two sure had a good time tonight. I mean since you're so close today, you must have had a good night. of conversing, right?" Ron asked, trying not to make it sound like he was asking if they had, had sex.
"Yes, last night was fun," she said, and laid her head down on Harry's shoulder.
When the group of Gryffindors had gotten to the potions classroom they all entered at the same time, there weren't many students already there since they had this class with the Slytherins, and you can't expect too much from them now can you? (A/N: I apologize for this comment, it is in the mind of a Griffyndor so I had to put it!) They stood in a small circle, Harry, with his arm still around Amy; they all spoke of times past and times to come.
Draco walked swiftly over to them and grabbed Amy by the arm, "Ahhooww!!" she said loudly, being pulled away by the blond haired boy.
"Hey!" Harry shouted, but was ignored.
"What was that for?" she hissed, caressing her arm softly.
She uncovered her arm and found there to be a hand shaped mark, a burn. Draco smirked at her arm and realized he had done it, but how? Since when had he been pyrokinetic? "I need to speak to you, after class preferably."
"What would a jerk like you want to talk to a girl like me?"
"Please don't make this harder than it is," he said impatiently, "meet me outside of the classroom."
"Fine, Malfoy," Amy spat.
"So I guess they taught you my infamous nickname?" he pressed his hand against the small of her back and pushed her forcefully back in the direction of where Harry, etc. etc. stood.
**@@**@@**
The class passed by slowly. Amy usually grew impatient when she was waiting for something, she groaned. "What wrong?" Harry asked from behind her.
"Nothing, it's just my back," she said, touching the tender spot, "it hurts!"
"Oh, I'm sorry," Harry really didn't know what else to say.
"All right class, you're dismissed, but do not forget to finish your homework," Snape stated.
The students left the room, none in a hurry, and none excited about coming back the next day. "Hey Am," Harry grabbed Amy by the shoulder and turned her around, Ron stood quietly behind him next to Hermione.
"I have to talk to someone, I'll catch up with you guys later, okay?" Amy said uncomfortably.
"Who?" Ron asked curiously.
"I'll tell you later, I have to go!" she said impatiently, she wanted to get this over with; she didn't particularly like the idea of having to talk to Malfoy.
"Okay, okay," he said as he was shoved out the door after Harry and Hermione.
After Harry etc. etc. were out of view she walked out of the door to find Draco Malfoy standing there (surprise, surprise!), grinning. "What do you want?" her voice was angry.
"Why are you such a bitch?" he glared at her.
"I don't know, why are you such a fucking dumbass?" she hissed.
"My, my there's quite a mouth on that one," he said poking his finger into her chest.
"Anyways, what the hell do you want?!" she practically shouted this.
Malfoy stepped closer to her; she felt a painful heat sweep over her. He placed a hand on her cheek, her face burned as if it had been set aflame. He watched happily as her tiny body crumpled to the floor in agony, he kept his hand there until she brought her hand up to his neck and scratched as hard as she possibly could, but it wasn't enough. He stopped. He bent over her and let the blood drip onto her, he watched as it boiled on her skin. "What's the matter? Not 'Miss Attitude' anymore?" he said sadistically.
He placed his hands on each side of her neck and kissed her hard, his fingers burning into her skin, and his lips melting into her own; she hated it-this pain was not joyful it made her angry that she could not control her own pain.
**@**@**
That night after class she went into the girls' bathroom to take a bath. Every part of her body hurt, burning in agony. Amy took off her clothes gently and set them on the floor next to she bath; she carefully climbed into the cold water and rested for a moment. She washed her twin burns, both they shape of a long-fingered hand; one on her cheek and the other on the small of her back. Then the small circular ones on her neck, those hurt the most, of all the places on her body, he chose the most delicate spot. She hated him. She hated the strange power he had over her. She licked her burnt lips, and placed her hand over her eyes and cried; she needed this, it made her feel so much better.
A/N: thank you so much for actually reading this story! I love you SO much! Please review. I love reviews! I LOVE THEM!
Morning came all too quickly. Hermione's back was still cramped, and Amy was still dead tired. The sunlight woke Amy up first. It burned her arm, as that was the only part of her the sun shone on. She looked at the pink mark on her arm; a perfect rectangle imprinted forever into her skin. From now on she would remember to leave the curtains open, for it was pain she desired, and after a while the pink faded into a lovely brown color; like human flesh. She got up from the bed and walked over to Hermione's. "Wake up," she said, gently pressing her hand over Hermione's arm; Amy smiled when she saw the girl's beautiful brown eyes.
"What?" she said sleepily, wiping her eyes so she could see.
"It's morning, Hun," Amy's smile grew wider, "Mione? I was hoping that we could set our differences, and my abnormalities, aside, and be friends. Sound good to you? And it would be better if we could get along, much easier to live three more years in the same room, and in same classes together, also easier for all of us to get along when we're with Harry and Ron and them."
"Last night," Hermione wiped her eyes one last time, "Last night it seemed that you and Harry were getting along beautifully. How was he? Good? Bad?" she said sarcastically.
"If you must invade my private life, then you should know that we did not have sexual intercourse. Our intention was to, but in the end (my fave song, In the End by Linkin Park!) we did not," she stated, emotionlessly.
Hermione burst out in laughter, "What is it? What did I say?" Amy wasn't sure what she had done to cause this.
"You. sound. like a. ROBOT!" she said between sobs of laughter.
"Are you going to answer my question?"
"I did," Hermione said, ending the hysterics.
"Oh, I do not see why it was funny, but I guess we all have opinions."
"Well, we better get dressed, we have double potions today, lucky for you, bad for me. I hate Snape, and we have that class with the. uck, the Slytherins!" she said, sticking her tongue out at the word 'Slytherin.'
Amy walked over to where her trunk sat and proceeded to take out her clean, black robes and set them neatly onto her bed to put on later over her clothing. Hermione woke up the rest of the girls who hadn't yet done so, receiving a slap on the arm from Lavender (a reflex, so she said). Amy, disliking the effect her new, tan skin gave to her platinum blond hair, bewitched it to be a beautiful chocolate brown. She chose to wear a black pleated mini-skirt and a gray, long sleeved sweater, with sheer black knee- high socks and shiny black shoes. After adjusting these clothes onto her body, she put the floor length robes on over them. Snape doesn't know that she is his niece; Amy already blew her first impression, so second will have to do.
Hermione had been ready for five minutes when Amy finished; she waited quietly in the common room, fraternizing with the other Gryffindor girls. "Hey, Mione!" Ron said as he exited the boys' dormitories, followed by Harry.
"Hey!" she said, and smiled at them. Seeing Harry just brought back the memory of the night before, so she tried to just look at Ron, it didn't work; she couldn't avoid Harry.
Amy walked out. She quickly walked up to Harry and swung her arms around his neck, smiled, and kissed him hard on the lips. She separated the kiss and grinned, looking at Harry, "Morning hun!" she said brightly.
"I like your hair," Harry smiled back at her and ran his long fingers through her silk-like hair.
Amy took the hair clip that she had been holding and quickly did her hair up in a not-so-neat bun. Her make-up was bewitched to stay on all day; thickly lined black eyeliner and gray eye shadow matched her outfit perfectly. "Let's get to class!" Hermione said, disgusted by their closeness.
Harry and Amy walked with their arms around each other; Amy's around Harry's waist and since Harry was significantly taller his arm was placed over her shoulder. "So, I guess you two sure had a good time tonight. I mean since you're so close today, you must have had a good night. of conversing, right?" Ron asked, trying not to make it sound like he was asking if they had, had sex.
"Yes, last night was fun," she said, and laid her head down on Harry's shoulder.
When the group of Gryffindors had gotten to the potions classroom they all entered at the same time, there weren't many students already there since they had this class with the Slytherins, and you can't expect too much from them now can you? (A/N: I apologize for this comment, it is in the mind of a Griffyndor so I had to put it!) They stood in a small circle, Harry, with his arm still around Amy; they all spoke of times past and times to come.
Draco walked swiftly over to them and grabbed Amy by the arm, "Ahhooww!!" she said loudly, being pulled away by the blond haired boy.
"Hey!" Harry shouted, but was ignored.
"What was that for?" she hissed, caressing her arm softly.
She uncovered her arm and found there to be a hand shaped mark, a burn. Draco smirked at her arm and realized he had done it, but how? Since when had he been pyrokinetic? "I need to speak to you, after class preferably."
"What would a jerk like you want to talk to a girl like me?"
"Please don't make this harder than it is," he said impatiently, "meet me outside of the classroom."
"Fine, Malfoy," Amy spat.
"So I guess they taught you my infamous nickname?" he pressed his hand against the small of her back and pushed her forcefully back in the direction of where Harry, etc. etc. stood.
**@@**@@**
The class passed by slowly. Amy usually grew impatient when she was waiting for something, she groaned. "What wrong?" Harry asked from behind her.
"Nothing, it's just my back," she said, touching the tender spot, "it hurts!"
"Oh, I'm sorry," Harry really didn't know what else to say.
"All right class, you're dismissed, but do not forget to finish your homework," Snape stated.
The students left the room, none in a hurry, and none excited about coming back the next day. "Hey Am," Harry grabbed Amy by the shoulder and turned her around, Ron stood quietly behind him next to Hermione.
"I have to talk to someone, I'll catch up with you guys later, okay?" Amy said uncomfortably.
"Who?" Ron asked curiously.
"I'll tell you later, I have to go!" she said impatiently, she wanted to get this over with; she didn't particularly like the idea of having to talk to Malfoy.
"Okay, okay," he said as he was shoved out the door after Harry and Hermione.
After Harry etc. etc. were out of view she walked out of the door to find Draco Malfoy standing there (surprise, surprise!), grinning. "What do you want?" her voice was angry.
"Why are you such a bitch?" he glared at her.
"I don't know, why are you such a fucking dumbass?" she hissed.
"My, my there's quite a mouth on that one," he said poking his finger into her chest.
"Anyways, what the hell do you want?!" she practically shouted this.
Malfoy stepped closer to her; she felt a painful heat sweep over her. He placed a hand on her cheek, her face burned as if it had been set aflame. He watched happily as her tiny body crumpled to the floor in agony, he kept his hand there until she brought her hand up to his neck and scratched as hard as she possibly could, but it wasn't enough. He stopped. He bent over her and let the blood drip onto her, he watched as it boiled on her skin. "What's the matter? Not 'Miss Attitude' anymore?" he said sadistically.
He placed his hands on each side of her neck and kissed her hard, his fingers burning into her skin, and his lips melting into her own; she hated it-this pain was not joyful it made her angry that she could not control her own pain.
**@**@**
That night after class she went into the girls' bathroom to take a bath. Every part of her body hurt, burning in agony. Amy took off her clothes gently and set them on the floor next to she bath; she carefully climbed into the cold water and rested for a moment. She washed her twin burns, both they shape of a long-fingered hand; one on her cheek and the other on the small of her back. Then the small circular ones on her neck, those hurt the most, of all the places on her body, he chose the most delicate spot. She hated him. She hated the strange power he had over her. She licked her burnt lips, and placed her hand over her eyes and cried; she needed this, it made her feel so much better.
A/N: thank you so much for actually reading this story! I love you SO much! Please review. I love reviews! I LOVE THEM!