Chloe loved watching guys fight. Especially when it was over her. When
she was strolling out of the Great Hall, she had spied a cute black haired
boy sitting at the Gryffindor table. Hmm, just maybe… No, she had to
concentrate on the task at hand. While she was thoughtfully munching on
the muffin she had picked up, Stephen came running and stopped next to
Chloe.
"What was that??" he gasped, out of breath. "Everyone thinks you are crazy!!"
"Well, it was funny how you guys were fighting." She replied coolly. "Besides, who cares what other people think??"
"I just can't figure you out." Stephen mumbled. "One moment you're emotional, the next moment, nothing can affect you."
"I don't want to be predictable." Chloe said with a smirk on her face.
Stephen turned to face Chloe, grabbed her shoulders in his hands and look at her right in the eyes. After staying under the uncomfortable gaze for a few seconds, Chloe squirmed out from his hold and walked briskly away. There was something weird about the way Stephen had looked at her. It seemed like a longing, but also mixed in was hatred. It made Chloe shiver. What a freak. Chloe now started running. She ran out from the castle and lied down next to the lake. Something about the water calmed her down. She had been lying there for not long when she heard someone approaching. She propped herself up on her elbows so that she could see who it was. As she had expected, it was Hermione.
"What were you doing in there?!" she spoke, her voice glazed with a coldness that was so rarely found.
"What did you think I was doing?" Chloe replyed, her voice also edged with aggression. "Stephen is mine and there is nothing you can do about it."
"Stay away from him." Hermione said, her voice just above a whisper but just as empowering as a shout. "Or else." There was a strange finality about the statement that made Chloe flinch. But she managed to keep her cool.
"Like you could do anything critical." She shot back, her voice getting louder with every syllable. "You'll probably bore Stephen to death with all your studying."
"You don't know anything. Stay away from Stephen." Hermione stated once again in her cold voice.
"Here's a hill, GET OVER IT!" Chloe screamed. "Annoying bitch." She added, as a finishing touch.
At this, Hermione turned and started walking away. After taking a few steps, she turned halfway back and said, "You stay away from Stephen." Then she just walked away.
Chloe was dumbfounded by this new side of Hermione. So far, she had only seemed like a pretty chic standing on the sidelines. But maybe, she was on the field, playing the tactical game of love and jealousy.
"Well, then, she'll just have to be eliminated." Chloe declared to herself. She then stood up and walked up to the castle for her classes.
Stephen had decided to skip his first class. He needed some time to think. There was something about Chloe that made him want to love her but despise her at the same time. Her arrogance, pride, and sarcasm made him hate her. She got her message out to the people. If she felt like something should be said, it was said and everyone heard. It was the ability to get people's attention that Stephen was jealous of. However, her different ways, and her ability to put on a show attracted Stephen. He would give anything to hear her say that she was his. Only his. But, that wasn't going to happen. *sigh* And what about Hermione? In comparing Herm to Chloe, Stephen was starting to loose his interest in Herm. Although she was beautiful, she lacked that spark that Chloe possessed. Stephen thrived on the rush of the unpredictable. Hermione just couldn't give that…
Draco sat in Herbology, not paying attention, as usual. There was something about Hermione that drew him closer. Her need to keep everything in control and her new found appearance made her desirable. But then, Chloe…. There was the dilemma. Chloe had the attitude, the bitchyness, while Hermione was the pure, clean, one. Choices… And then, there was Stephen to consider. That stupid bastard… Switching back and forth between Herm and Chloe. One day, hopefully in the near future, Stephen would get his… Oh yea…
"Mister Malfoy, be so kind to inform me what the main use for the P'tlyng plant is."
"Huh??"
Hermione was sitting on her bed. Skipping class for the first time in her life. She would've died of guiltiness if her mind wasn't already so preoccupied. Draco, Stephen, and Chloe… You just couldn't figure them out… Draco had the sexy, arrogant charm, Stephen was her true love (or at least she had thought so before), and Chloe.. ::arg:: she got in the way… If only Chloe would disappear… Then everything would be all right.
Herm's train of thoughts were broken when a breeze blew from the window and knocked a picture down from the vanity. It was a picture of her, when she was just starting at Hogwarts. The glass covering it had cracked.
"I can't deal with this right now. I need a bath." She spoke quietly to herself and walked into the bathroom. She turned on the hot water in the huge bath, poured in lots of chamomile bath oil and watched the sweet smelling water fill the tub. When it was filled to the brim, she took off all her clothes and stepped into the hot water slowly. Fully lowering herself into the water, she sighed contently.
"That's better." She breathed lightly. After soaking up the water for about an hour, she stepped out, put on a comfortable red knee-length skirt and a black spaghetti-strap, walked out of the bathroom. She was met with a sight of a figure standing right in front of her.
"What the!?!" she had time to exclaim before the figure covered her mouth with its hands and dragged her to the bed.
END OF CHAPTER
"What was that??" he gasped, out of breath. "Everyone thinks you are crazy!!"
"Well, it was funny how you guys were fighting." She replied coolly. "Besides, who cares what other people think??"
"I just can't figure you out." Stephen mumbled. "One moment you're emotional, the next moment, nothing can affect you."
"I don't want to be predictable." Chloe said with a smirk on her face.
Stephen turned to face Chloe, grabbed her shoulders in his hands and look at her right in the eyes. After staying under the uncomfortable gaze for a few seconds, Chloe squirmed out from his hold and walked briskly away. There was something weird about the way Stephen had looked at her. It seemed like a longing, but also mixed in was hatred. It made Chloe shiver. What a freak. Chloe now started running. She ran out from the castle and lied down next to the lake. Something about the water calmed her down. She had been lying there for not long when she heard someone approaching. She propped herself up on her elbows so that she could see who it was. As she had expected, it was Hermione.
"What were you doing in there?!" she spoke, her voice glazed with a coldness that was so rarely found.
"What did you think I was doing?" Chloe replyed, her voice also edged with aggression. "Stephen is mine and there is nothing you can do about it."
"Stay away from him." Hermione said, her voice just above a whisper but just as empowering as a shout. "Or else." There was a strange finality about the statement that made Chloe flinch. But she managed to keep her cool.
"Like you could do anything critical." She shot back, her voice getting louder with every syllable. "You'll probably bore Stephen to death with all your studying."
"You don't know anything. Stay away from Stephen." Hermione stated once again in her cold voice.
"Here's a hill, GET OVER IT!" Chloe screamed. "Annoying bitch." She added, as a finishing touch.
At this, Hermione turned and started walking away. After taking a few steps, she turned halfway back and said, "You stay away from Stephen." Then she just walked away.
Chloe was dumbfounded by this new side of Hermione. So far, she had only seemed like a pretty chic standing on the sidelines. But maybe, she was on the field, playing the tactical game of love and jealousy.
"Well, then, she'll just have to be eliminated." Chloe declared to herself. She then stood up and walked up to the castle for her classes.
Stephen had decided to skip his first class. He needed some time to think. There was something about Chloe that made him want to love her but despise her at the same time. Her arrogance, pride, and sarcasm made him hate her. She got her message out to the people. If she felt like something should be said, it was said and everyone heard. It was the ability to get people's attention that Stephen was jealous of. However, her different ways, and her ability to put on a show attracted Stephen. He would give anything to hear her say that she was his. Only his. But, that wasn't going to happen. *sigh* And what about Hermione? In comparing Herm to Chloe, Stephen was starting to loose his interest in Herm. Although she was beautiful, she lacked that spark that Chloe possessed. Stephen thrived on the rush of the unpredictable. Hermione just couldn't give that…
Draco sat in Herbology, not paying attention, as usual. There was something about Hermione that drew him closer. Her need to keep everything in control and her new found appearance made her desirable. But then, Chloe…. There was the dilemma. Chloe had the attitude, the bitchyness, while Hermione was the pure, clean, one. Choices… And then, there was Stephen to consider. That stupid bastard… Switching back and forth between Herm and Chloe. One day, hopefully in the near future, Stephen would get his… Oh yea…
"Mister Malfoy, be so kind to inform me what the main use for the P'tlyng plant is."
"Huh??"
Hermione was sitting on her bed. Skipping class for the first time in her life. She would've died of guiltiness if her mind wasn't already so preoccupied. Draco, Stephen, and Chloe… You just couldn't figure them out… Draco had the sexy, arrogant charm, Stephen was her true love (or at least she had thought so before), and Chloe.. ::arg:: she got in the way… If only Chloe would disappear… Then everything would be all right.
Herm's train of thoughts were broken when a breeze blew from the window and knocked a picture down from the vanity. It was a picture of her, when she was just starting at Hogwarts. The glass covering it had cracked.
"I can't deal with this right now. I need a bath." She spoke quietly to herself and walked into the bathroom. She turned on the hot water in the huge bath, poured in lots of chamomile bath oil and watched the sweet smelling water fill the tub. When it was filled to the brim, she took off all her clothes and stepped into the hot water slowly. Fully lowering herself into the water, she sighed contently.
"That's better." She breathed lightly. After soaking up the water for about an hour, she stepped out, put on a comfortable red knee-length skirt and a black spaghetti-strap, walked out of the bathroom. She was met with a sight of a figure standing right in front of her.
"What the!?!" she had time to exclaim before the figure covered her mouth with its hands and dragged her to the bed.
END OF CHAPTER