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Hermione sighed, as she led me up to our dorms.
"Sometimes I wonder about him, Draco, and I can't help but think that no one can be that mean, no one. And I wonder about the possibility that maybe he's just a scared kid, hiding under that fake façade."
CHAPTER 4 (POTIONS)
Since when did I get red sheets? Oh wait.I'm not at home anymore.
I woke up to sunlight streaming towards my bed. I'll remember to close the curtains next time.
Since I was awake, I started putting on my clothes, careful not to wake any of my other dorm mates. I looked over my schedule, and figured out that I had potions first, right after breakfast. Looks like we also had it with the Slytherins. From what I've heard, that's not a good thing to look forward to in the morning. Oh golly, what a way to start my first day.
"Caroline?" I heard a groggy voice coming from the bed next to me. Hermione poked her head from out of her bed. "Wow," she said, looking at her clock. "Even I don't get up this early! Oh well, it is 6:30." She swung her legs around out of her bed and got out. As she yawned, I finished putting on my uniform. Not bad, I thought, surveying myself in the mirror, not bad at all. "Do you know what class we have first? I haven't looked at my schedule yet." "Potions.Slytherins." Hermione groaned. "They do that to us every single year. But hey, its not gonna get any better."
Hermione started walking towards the common room, and I followed her obediently. Harry and Ron were waiting for us.
Clearly, they had already found out our schedule, because the immediately started talking about Professor Snape.or whatever his name is. I am not looking forward to this.not at all. But hey, maybe I can drown some tequilas, and then forget everything that has been happening to me. Wait, scratch that, I'm not 21 yet.
Breakfast was uneventful, I switched off between talking about classes with Hermione ("I absolutely love Arithmancy, it is one of the most challenging subjects you can take, and I love numbers.") and talking about Quidditch with Harry and Ron ("How's the team in America? They came pretty close to winning this year. I plan on moving there, to learn to be an auror.").
Yet the whole time, I felt a piercing stare on my back the whole time. I couldn't help but think that it was from Malfoy. The thing is though, he was so nice to me walking over here, but I know plenty about the Malfoy's, they've got about the deepest bloodline, chock full of dark arts, too. Oh well, I'm determined to make the best of this year.
Before I knew it, breakfast was over, and all of the students started heading towards their classes. I feel like such a dork, because I have no idea where the hell I'm supposed to be going. Thanks a bunch Hermione, betcha didn't know that I have NO sense of direction. I guess I am off to fend for myself. Okay.so at SIM, Potions were in the dungeons.dungeons are down, let's find some stairs.
I got lost once.or maybe twice.and pretty soon, no one was even in the corridors for me to ask directions. Damnation. As I walked farther and farther into the school, I seemed to be getting pretty close to the last floor. Then, miraculously, I heard a group of students talking near me. "Snape wont take any points off of us anyway, he could care less even if I showed up for class. The benefits of being a Slytherin." A boy was talking, but I had hid behind some armor, urging them to keep talking. That's right.I can't hear you, go on. Maybe you can uncoil a plan about Voldemort, I've heard how stupid you lot are.
A girl started talking, "What do you guys think about that new girl, what's her name, Carolyn? She looks like a bitch to me." Haha, sucks for whoever they're talking about..wait, shit, that's me! Oh, okay, your asking for it. After they had passed, I got out of my hiding spot. Only because they were headed towards the dungeons.I hope.
After passing about fifty empty rooms, I heard talking in the next one. "FIFTEEN POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR LONGBOTTOM!! HOW MANY TIMES TO I HAVE TO TELL YOU TO AT LEAST WAIT UNTIL I ASSIGN PARTNERS FOR YOU TO START BLOWING UP THE CLASSROOM?!" Yup, this is definitely the spot. As I checked my watch, I realized I was about 15 minutes late for class. I think ill draw myself a map. I took a big gulp before I walked into the classroom, way to go on the first impressions Caroline.
As I opened the door, Professor Snape stopped verbally abusing Neville and looked onto me, his next target. His face contorted into a sneer. "Well, I am so very pleased to see that you have finally joined us Ms. Gladwell, so very pleased." He spat. "Now lets see, what shall your punishment be.fifty points from Gryffindor, and a weeks worth of detention." I was shocked, and pissed off. What was he playing at? Everyone in Gryffindor was looking at Snape with hatred, while the Slytherins were laughing. Before I could walk to my seat, the door burst open. In walked Malfoy, two huge guys, and a girl. I assumed they were the ones I had heard in the hall. "Sorry I'm late professor, lost track of time." Malfoy said, as he walked to his desk. Snape just nodded. Before I could stop myself, I had to open my big mouth. "Aren't you going to punish them?" Way to go Caroline, way to friggin go. Snape had a look on his face, almost like he was surprised that someone would ask him a question like that. The Slytherins looked astonished. "Wh-what did you say?" Snape asked me. Oh I am so done for. Might as well go out strong. "I asked you if you were going to punish them. They came in late too." If looks could kill, I would have died, re-incarnated, died, and repeated the process about twenty times. Snape looked bewildered. Apparently no one had had the balls to ask him this before. "Of course I wont." He said. Its an all out war now. "Why not?" "Because-because, they had already told them they were going to be late." What a crock of shit! This guys a liar! "No you didn't. I heard them talking in the hall about how," I did my best impression to act stupid, "Snape wont even care if we don't show up for class, the benefits of being a Slytherin." Okay, at this point, I am just plain mad. He has no right to be this unfair! I'm just praying that my house won't hate me. We might be in the negative numbers in house points by the end of this class. I could see Malfoy, out of the corner of my eye, sneering at me.
"FINE!" Snape yelled, shutting everyone up. "Malfoy, detention for a week and ONE HUNDRED POINTS OFF OF SLYTHERIN!" I think I heard the whole classes jaws hit the ground. Or maybe that was hell freezing over. Snape looked deadly, "Now Gladwell, if you don't sit down right this instant I will make sure I take off two hundred points from Gryffindor." Okay, that's all the warning I need.
As I sat down, the whole class continued staring at me. Heh, in your face Slytherins. Eat it!
"That was bloody amazing Caroline!" Seamus whispered to me. Harry and Ron looked purely delighted. "Look at the look on Malfoy's face! He looks like he could kill something. Its true, Malfoy did look like he could kill something. His face was twisted into what looks like a permanent sneer. That look really didn't suit him well at all.
Apparently, Snape had noticed that no one was listening to him. "CLASS!!!" Everyone's eyes averted to his. "Thank you, well, today, I will assign you partners, and you will have to do a project with them. It will last the whole year, and will be FIFTY PERCENT of your final grade. You have to make a potion, write an essay on it, and MAKE SURE IT WORKS LONGBOTTOM!" Neville squirmed in his seat. "Make sure these potions are semi-difficult, because I refuse to even bother grading any projects with sissy potions. Well then, with that aside, I will assign you your partners." All of the Gryffindors groaned as Snape started reading out the list. "Finnigan, Goyle. Weasley, Crabbe. Potter, Parkinson. Granger, Bulstrode..and Malfoy, Gladwell." Damnation, damnation, damnation. He put me with Malfoy. With my luck, he'll kill me by the end of the year.
Malfoy sneered as I came up to his table. "I give you credit Gladwell," he sneered, "for standing up to Snape, but you won't be as lucky next time, I assure you." I laughed in his face, "Ooh Malfoy, I'm so scared! I'm shaking. What are you gonna do about it? Call your precious daddy? Does he solve all of your problems Malfoy?" At this point, Malfoy looked dangerous, but I was livid, and I wasn't about to stop. I put on a whiny voice, "Daddy, I got made fun of today, can you come and hurt them for me? Pweese?" "Look Gladwell, get over yourself, at least I'm not a mudblood lover." "Hey Malfoy," I shot back, "at least I'm not a Death Eater. At least I don't have my whole future planned out for me! At least I have FRIENDS." It looked like I hit a chord, and for a second, I felt bad, but he had insulted my friends, and that is so not cool. I gathered up my things. "Whether we like it or not, we have to finish this project, so meet me at the Library tonight, after dinner." I said. "What if I don't want to?" He really is stupid, isn't he? "Fine then, ill just get the grade. I would be perfectly happy if you didn't show up anyway. Not much of a loss personally." I walked out of the classroom before he could say anything. Caroline, one. Malfoy, zero.
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YIPPEE! Okay, I just finished installment #4. Sorry it took so long.
Hermione sighed, as she led me up to our dorms.
"Sometimes I wonder about him, Draco, and I can't help but think that no one can be that mean, no one. And I wonder about the possibility that maybe he's just a scared kid, hiding under that fake façade."
CHAPTER 4 (POTIONS)
Since when did I get red sheets? Oh wait.I'm not at home anymore.
I woke up to sunlight streaming towards my bed. I'll remember to close the curtains next time.
Since I was awake, I started putting on my clothes, careful not to wake any of my other dorm mates. I looked over my schedule, and figured out that I had potions first, right after breakfast. Looks like we also had it with the Slytherins. From what I've heard, that's not a good thing to look forward to in the morning. Oh golly, what a way to start my first day.
"Caroline?" I heard a groggy voice coming from the bed next to me. Hermione poked her head from out of her bed. "Wow," she said, looking at her clock. "Even I don't get up this early! Oh well, it is 6:30." She swung her legs around out of her bed and got out. As she yawned, I finished putting on my uniform. Not bad, I thought, surveying myself in the mirror, not bad at all. "Do you know what class we have first? I haven't looked at my schedule yet." "Potions.Slytherins." Hermione groaned. "They do that to us every single year. But hey, its not gonna get any better."
Hermione started walking towards the common room, and I followed her obediently. Harry and Ron were waiting for us.
Clearly, they had already found out our schedule, because the immediately started talking about Professor Snape.or whatever his name is. I am not looking forward to this.not at all. But hey, maybe I can drown some tequilas, and then forget everything that has been happening to me. Wait, scratch that, I'm not 21 yet.
Breakfast was uneventful, I switched off between talking about classes with Hermione ("I absolutely love Arithmancy, it is one of the most challenging subjects you can take, and I love numbers.") and talking about Quidditch with Harry and Ron ("How's the team in America? They came pretty close to winning this year. I plan on moving there, to learn to be an auror.").
Yet the whole time, I felt a piercing stare on my back the whole time. I couldn't help but think that it was from Malfoy. The thing is though, he was so nice to me walking over here, but I know plenty about the Malfoy's, they've got about the deepest bloodline, chock full of dark arts, too. Oh well, I'm determined to make the best of this year.
Before I knew it, breakfast was over, and all of the students started heading towards their classes. I feel like such a dork, because I have no idea where the hell I'm supposed to be going. Thanks a bunch Hermione, betcha didn't know that I have NO sense of direction. I guess I am off to fend for myself. Okay.so at SIM, Potions were in the dungeons.dungeons are down, let's find some stairs.
I got lost once.or maybe twice.and pretty soon, no one was even in the corridors for me to ask directions. Damnation. As I walked farther and farther into the school, I seemed to be getting pretty close to the last floor. Then, miraculously, I heard a group of students talking near me. "Snape wont take any points off of us anyway, he could care less even if I showed up for class. The benefits of being a Slytherin." A boy was talking, but I had hid behind some armor, urging them to keep talking. That's right.I can't hear you, go on. Maybe you can uncoil a plan about Voldemort, I've heard how stupid you lot are.
A girl started talking, "What do you guys think about that new girl, what's her name, Carolyn? She looks like a bitch to me." Haha, sucks for whoever they're talking about..wait, shit, that's me! Oh, okay, your asking for it. After they had passed, I got out of my hiding spot. Only because they were headed towards the dungeons.I hope.
After passing about fifty empty rooms, I heard talking in the next one. "FIFTEEN POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR LONGBOTTOM!! HOW MANY TIMES TO I HAVE TO TELL YOU TO AT LEAST WAIT UNTIL I ASSIGN PARTNERS FOR YOU TO START BLOWING UP THE CLASSROOM?!" Yup, this is definitely the spot. As I checked my watch, I realized I was about 15 minutes late for class. I think ill draw myself a map. I took a big gulp before I walked into the classroom, way to go on the first impressions Caroline.
As I opened the door, Professor Snape stopped verbally abusing Neville and looked onto me, his next target. His face contorted into a sneer. "Well, I am so very pleased to see that you have finally joined us Ms. Gladwell, so very pleased." He spat. "Now lets see, what shall your punishment be.fifty points from Gryffindor, and a weeks worth of detention." I was shocked, and pissed off. What was he playing at? Everyone in Gryffindor was looking at Snape with hatred, while the Slytherins were laughing. Before I could walk to my seat, the door burst open. In walked Malfoy, two huge guys, and a girl. I assumed they were the ones I had heard in the hall. "Sorry I'm late professor, lost track of time." Malfoy said, as he walked to his desk. Snape just nodded. Before I could stop myself, I had to open my big mouth. "Aren't you going to punish them?" Way to go Caroline, way to friggin go. Snape had a look on his face, almost like he was surprised that someone would ask him a question like that. The Slytherins looked astonished. "Wh-what did you say?" Snape asked me. Oh I am so done for. Might as well go out strong. "I asked you if you were going to punish them. They came in late too." If looks could kill, I would have died, re-incarnated, died, and repeated the process about twenty times. Snape looked bewildered. Apparently no one had had the balls to ask him this before. "Of course I wont." He said. Its an all out war now. "Why not?" "Because-because, they had already told them they were going to be late." What a crock of shit! This guys a liar! "No you didn't. I heard them talking in the hall about how," I did my best impression to act stupid, "Snape wont even care if we don't show up for class, the benefits of being a Slytherin." Okay, at this point, I am just plain mad. He has no right to be this unfair! I'm just praying that my house won't hate me. We might be in the negative numbers in house points by the end of this class. I could see Malfoy, out of the corner of my eye, sneering at me.
"FINE!" Snape yelled, shutting everyone up. "Malfoy, detention for a week and ONE HUNDRED POINTS OFF OF SLYTHERIN!" I think I heard the whole classes jaws hit the ground. Or maybe that was hell freezing over. Snape looked deadly, "Now Gladwell, if you don't sit down right this instant I will make sure I take off two hundred points from Gryffindor." Okay, that's all the warning I need.
As I sat down, the whole class continued staring at me. Heh, in your face Slytherins. Eat it!
"That was bloody amazing Caroline!" Seamus whispered to me. Harry and Ron looked purely delighted. "Look at the look on Malfoy's face! He looks like he could kill something. Its true, Malfoy did look like he could kill something. His face was twisted into what looks like a permanent sneer. That look really didn't suit him well at all.
Apparently, Snape had noticed that no one was listening to him. "CLASS!!!" Everyone's eyes averted to his. "Thank you, well, today, I will assign you partners, and you will have to do a project with them. It will last the whole year, and will be FIFTY PERCENT of your final grade. You have to make a potion, write an essay on it, and MAKE SURE IT WORKS LONGBOTTOM!" Neville squirmed in his seat. "Make sure these potions are semi-difficult, because I refuse to even bother grading any projects with sissy potions. Well then, with that aside, I will assign you your partners." All of the Gryffindors groaned as Snape started reading out the list. "Finnigan, Goyle. Weasley, Crabbe. Potter, Parkinson. Granger, Bulstrode..and Malfoy, Gladwell." Damnation, damnation, damnation. He put me with Malfoy. With my luck, he'll kill me by the end of the year.
Malfoy sneered as I came up to his table. "I give you credit Gladwell," he sneered, "for standing up to Snape, but you won't be as lucky next time, I assure you." I laughed in his face, "Ooh Malfoy, I'm so scared! I'm shaking. What are you gonna do about it? Call your precious daddy? Does he solve all of your problems Malfoy?" At this point, Malfoy looked dangerous, but I was livid, and I wasn't about to stop. I put on a whiny voice, "Daddy, I got made fun of today, can you come and hurt them for me? Pweese?" "Look Gladwell, get over yourself, at least I'm not a mudblood lover." "Hey Malfoy," I shot back, "at least I'm not a Death Eater. At least I don't have my whole future planned out for me! At least I have FRIENDS." It looked like I hit a chord, and for a second, I felt bad, but he had insulted my friends, and that is so not cool. I gathered up my things. "Whether we like it or not, we have to finish this project, so meet me at the Library tonight, after dinner." I said. "What if I don't want to?" He really is stupid, isn't he? "Fine then, ill just get the grade. I would be perfectly happy if you didn't show up anyway. Not much of a loss personally." I walked out of the classroom before he could say anything. Caroline, one. Malfoy, zero.
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YIPPEE! Okay, I just finished installment #4. Sorry it took so long.