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"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.
CHAPTER 5 (THE MEETING)
As I walked from Transfiguration (we had to transfigure animals to sofas), I didn't really pay any attention to Hermione, as she was talking about god knows what. I was thinking about Draco, and how he was almost nice to me walking to Hogwarts, and then he just started being wicked. Well...I guess being the son of a Death Eater does that to you. Damn.I have to meet up with him tonight, don't I? Pooh.
Hermione and I walked into the Great Hall, and of course, talk turned into what happened at Potions. At the time, I didn't realize how big of a deal it would make. Honestly! I guess I just got pissed off at how unfair Snape was being.
Fred Weasley looked at me with admiration. "Caroline, that's bloody amazing! Even I don't have the balls to do that, and believe you me, I have a lot of balls." He said to me with a sly wink. "Thanks Fred, I'll be sure to keep that in mind for future reference." I looked over at the Slytherin table, and Draco was staring at me with an intense look of hate. Damn, I'm in for it tonight. I might as well quit while I'm ahead.wait, no, I don't quit, and I refuse to give up to a little whiny ass who kisses Voldemort's tushie. Okay.that feels better. I checked my watch, and dinner is about to end. Its 6:00 right now, and I told Malfoy that I would meet him at 7:00 in the library. From what I hear, there are some rooms in the back, and I guess we can take one of those.
~*~
Damn, I'm late. I told Harry that I had to go, but no, he had to keep talking about Quidditch. I swear that's all boys revolve around.besides girls, of course. As I raced through the halls, I was amazed that I actually remembered how to make it to the library in the first place. Finally, I got there, and had to take a breather. Those stairs are a killer. I saw a door open in the very back, towards the Restricted Section, and I assumed that Malfoy was in there. As I neared the door, I heard noises coming out from it. Is that.moaning? Damn, we've got ourselves a little action here.
What a surprise, Malfoy's got himself a bitch. Pansy, to be exact. I decided that I would just have to break up their little rendezvous, but not before I saw something very interesting. Just as Pansy had starting giving Malfoy head, I just couldn't take it anymore. This was getting a little disturbing. I cleared my throat loudly, as I stepped into the room. "Well, well, well, look what we have here. Having fun Malfoy?" Apparently, he heard me, and looked at me with a disgust that I didn't think that even he could posses. He pushed Pansy off of him. "Pansy, get off, this bitch interrupted us. We'll have to continue this later." Pansy went out of the room, but not after verbally abusing me. SO this is what its like to be a Slytherin.
I sat down in a chair, and pulled out my supplies. "Now, I don't mean to be the bearer of bad news and all, but I have to admit, that could have been better." I said sarcastically. Malfoy sneered at me in disgust. "Shut your mouth, you mudblood lover." Normally, I would be really pissed off at this, but he's used it on me before, and the insults get kind of old.
"Malfoy, just piss off, and let's start thinking about which potion to do. Oh wait, never mind, you never think. You just suck up." I snorted. Malfoy stood up, thoroughly pissed off. "Look! I did not come here to be verbally abused, so I would appreciate it if you would just shut the hell up and continue sticking your damn head in that book!" "Oh, and that's not called verbally abusing someone? Calling someone a mudblood lover? Hey Malfoy, here's a news flash for you," I said, my voice barely reaching a whisper, "I would sure as hell much rater be a mudblood lover than a Death Eater. At least I have loving parents who care about me. Can't say the same for you. Bastard." Then, sooner than you could say "GO" I was pinned against the wall by Malfoy. "If you ever," he said, snarling at me, "Call me a Death Eater, I will make sure of it that you never see your precious little friends ever again. Ever." I looked at him square in the eye. "Is that a threat? Should I take this into consideration Malfoy?" He let my arms down. I was afraid to say something, for he looked murderous. Quickly, he picked up his things, and left. "Same time tomorrow." He said, leaving the room, not even closing the door behind him.
Well Caroline, that went nicely, didn't it? I slowly packed up my things, and I out of the corner of my eye, I saw a little black book laying on the floor. Hmm.what's that? I picked it up in my hands, and someone's name was monogrammed on the front cover. 'Draco Apollo Malfoy.' Hot damn.its Malfoy's journal. One side of me said not to read it, but who listens to those sides anyway? I decided that I would read it when I got back to the common room. But only me.I'm not that cruel.
As I got into my bed, I pulled the diary out. This thing must be at least five years old. I flipped towards the back, at the most recent entries.
September 1
Darkness is the embodiment of me the outside
yet the inside possesses a different quality that no one gets to see not even me
Oh. This is a little weird. I flipped forward a couple pages, and there was an entry for today. This boy sure is consistent. I couldn't even write in a diary once a month.
October 6
A new girl came to school today. Father told me about her in advance. He says that she's a threat to us. Yeah right, like a mudblood loving girl is going to make that much of a difference. Father also told me to stay away from her. I've heard of her father before. Gladwell. Bloody brilliant auror, but you didn't here that from me. Father and his cronies are out to get him. That's why I suspect that Gladwell is here. Pity she wont get to see her parents before they are taken. What a shame. Although Father wanted me to partake in their capturing, I made up some excuse.Quidditch practice. I'm not ready to undergo such a "performance", as the Death Eaters like to call it. Well, excuse me, I have to go to Potions.
As I slowly put the journal down, I realized that I was shaking. "My- my parents. That's why they sent me here. They knew that they were going to get captured. Oh my god." I whispered to no one in particular. Yet for some reason, I didn't cry. I never really cry. I don't know why. Its not like I'm a tough person, nothing ever really comes, if you know what I mean. But believe me, if I cried, I would be bawling right now.
"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.
CHAPTER 5 (THE MEETING)
As I walked from Transfiguration (we had to transfigure animals to sofas), I didn't really pay any attention to Hermione, as she was talking about god knows what. I was thinking about Draco, and how he was almost nice to me walking to Hogwarts, and then he just started being wicked. Well...I guess being the son of a Death Eater does that to you. Damn.I have to meet up with him tonight, don't I? Pooh.
Hermione and I walked into the Great Hall, and of course, talk turned into what happened at Potions. At the time, I didn't realize how big of a deal it would make. Honestly! I guess I just got pissed off at how unfair Snape was being.
Fred Weasley looked at me with admiration. "Caroline, that's bloody amazing! Even I don't have the balls to do that, and believe you me, I have a lot of balls." He said to me with a sly wink. "Thanks Fred, I'll be sure to keep that in mind for future reference." I looked over at the Slytherin table, and Draco was staring at me with an intense look of hate. Damn, I'm in for it tonight. I might as well quit while I'm ahead.wait, no, I don't quit, and I refuse to give up to a little whiny ass who kisses Voldemort's tushie. Okay.that feels better. I checked my watch, and dinner is about to end. Its 6:00 right now, and I told Malfoy that I would meet him at 7:00 in the library. From what I hear, there are some rooms in the back, and I guess we can take one of those.
~*~
Damn, I'm late. I told Harry that I had to go, but no, he had to keep talking about Quidditch. I swear that's all boys revolve around.besides girls, of course. As I raced through the halls, I was amazed that I actually remembered how to make it to the library in the first place. Finally, I got there, and had to take a breather. Those stairs are a killer. I saw a door open in the very back, towards the Restricted Section, and I assumed that Malfoy was in there. As I neared the door, I heard noises coming out from it. Is that.moaning? Damn, we've got ourselves a little action here.
What a surprise, Malfoy's got himself a bitch. Pansy, to be exact. I decided that I would just have to break up their little rendezvous, but not before I saw something very interesting. Just as Pansy had starting giving Malfoy head, I just couldn't take it anymore. This was getting a little disturbing. I cleared my throat loudly, as I stepped into the room. "Well, well, well, look what we have here. Having fun Malfoy?" Apparently, he heard me, and looked at me with a disgust that I didn't think that even he could posses. He pushed Pansy off of him. "Pansy, get off, this bitch interrupted us. We'll have to continue this later." Pansy went out of the room, but not after verbally abusing me. SO this is what its like to be a Slytherin.
I sat down in a chair, and pulled out my supplies. "Now, I don't mean to be the bearer of bad news and all, but I have to admit, that could have been better." I said sarcastically. Malfoy sneered at me in disgust. "Shut your mouth, you mudblood lover." Normally, I would be really pissed off at this, but he's used it on me before, and the insults get kind of old.
"Malfoy, just piss off, and let's start thinking about which potion to do. Oh wait, never mind, you never think. You just suck up." I snorted. Malfoy stood up, thoroughly pissed off. "Look! I did not come here to be verbally abused, so I would appreciate it if you would just shut the hell up and continue sticking your damn head in that book!" "Oh, and that's not called verbally abusing someone? Calling someone a mudblood lover? Hey Malfoy, here's a news flash for you," I said, my voice barely reaching a whisper, "I would sure as hell much rater be a mudblood lover than a Death Eater. At least I have loving parents who care about me. Can't say the same for you. Bastard." Then, sooner than you could say "GO" I was pinned against the wall by Malfoy. "If you ever," he said, snarling at me, "Call me a Death Eater, I will make sure of it that you never see your precious little friends ever again. Ever." I looked at him square in the eye. "Is that a threat? Should I take this into consideration Malfoy?" He let my arms down. I was afraid to say something, for he looked murderous. Quickly, he picked up his things, and left. "Same time tomorrow." He said, leaving the room, not even closing the door behind him.
Well Caroline, that went nicely, didn't it? I slowly packed up my things, and I out of the corner of my eye, I saw a little black book laying on the floor. Hmm.what's that? I picked it up in my hands, and someone's name was monogrammed on the front cover. 'Draco Apollo Malfoy.' Hot damn.its Malfoy's journal. One side of me said not to read it, but who listens to those sides anyway? I decided that I would read it when I got back to the common room. But only me.I'm not that cruel.
As I got into my bed, I pulled the diary out. This thing must be at least five years old. I flipped towards the back, at the most recent entries.
September 1
Darkness is the embodiment of me the outside
yet the inside possesses a different quality that no one gets to see not even me
Oh. This is a little weird. I flipped forward a couple pages, and there was an entry for today. This boy sure is consistent. I couldn't even write in a diary once a month.
October 6
A new girl came to school today. Father told me about her in advance. He says that she's a threat to us. Yeah right, like a mudblood loving girl is going to make that much of a difference. Father also told me to stay away from her. I've heard of her father before. Gladwell. Bloody brilliant auror, but you didn't here that from me. Father and his cronies are out to get him. That's why I suspect that Gladwell is here. Pity she wont get to see her parents before they are taken. What a shame. Although Father wanted me to partake in their capturing, I made up some excuse.Quidditch practice. I'm not ready to undergo such a "performance", as the Death Eaters like to call it. Well, excuse me, I have to go to Potions.
As I slowly put the journal down, I realized that I was shaking. "My- my parents. That's why they sent me here. They knew that they were going to get captured. Oh my god." I whispered to no one in particular. Yet for some reason, I didn't cry. I never really cry. I don't know why. Its not like I'm a tough person, nothing ever really comes, if you know what I mean. But believe me, if I cried, I would be bawling right now.