Lies in the Middle
By: Princess Ashley
No comment. I'm getting ready to go camping so I just thought I'd write this out before I went!!! Happy day for me!!! Oh, and Pansy gets a few pranks played on her. But don't get me wrong; I like Pansy, even though she's in Slytherin. Oh, and not to worry everyone, you'll know who is with who by the end of this chapter.
Chapter 3: Poor, poor Pansy
Draco walked through the halls after nearly drowning in the crowds of students trying to look at his henna markings. He grumbled about all the attention he was getting, but either way, Potter was getting just as much, if not more. Was Potter trying to copy me? Just trying to get more fame for a tattoo he probably stole from me? No, they weren't tattoos, it was just henna. But somehow Draco felt as though something or someone had claimed him. Even Pansy started to seem plain, and Draco used to fancy her. Now she was just all dull and boring.
He stopped as he saw Potter a few paces ahead of him. He had his hand half way to his cheek, as if a hand was already there and he was covering it. He was starring off into space as if seeing someone right there in front of him. Then Draco saw something else.
He blinked to make sure it was real, but there was a silvery something right in front of Harry. The mist started to take shape; that of a human. It was a ghost, one he had not seen around, but it seemed more graceful than the others, like Peeves and the Bloody Baron. It was a female and more silvery than the other ghosts. The ghost had her misty hand on Harry's cheek and his hand was covering it, and he was starring straight at her. But he did not look at all frightened. He almost looked relaxed.
Draco pondered this for a few moments, then his own female mist appeared in front of him, standing between him and Harry and his ghostly partner. Draco stepped back. The girl was short, about one year younger than him, probably fourteen. She had short blackish violet hair, and it was the same case with her eyes, like a dark violet. She was a sweet looking girl, young and innocent. But, unlike Harry, Draco didn't go along with it so easily.
"What do you want?" He asked, harshly. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked at her expectantly.
The young ghost just giggled a bit. Her misty laugh echoed mysteriously around Draco, and it almost made him shiver a bit. She was close enough that he could feel her breezy aura against his skin. "You haven't changed a bit.Milliardo.or should I say, Draco Malfoy?"
It was just then that he noticed her clothes. She was wearing some sort of fuku, a sailor fuku, only with a mini skirt and knee-high boots. She reached up to finger his right arm, and he let her. Why was he so relaxed? This girl he didn't seem to know was touching him under unwanted physical content and he was letting her. What was it about her that made him want her to touch him? She pulled his sleeve up, and exposed the henna markings that were left on his arm. She patted his arm. "Do you know what they mean?"
Draco shook his head, unconsciously. "No, I don't." He said simply, still starring at her intently, trying to see what she obviously thought was obvious.
She smiled, and touched his cheek with the hand that was previously on his arm. A chill ran from his cheek to his legs. Then in an instant, it was gone, and he felt relaxed and soothed down by her presence.
*** Then as the bell rang for everyone to get to their classes, both of the ghosts were gone, leaving the refreshed two boys still starring off into space. ***
*In Charms Class*
"Okay, now we will be moving on to harder subject matter to make it fly. Take these books. By the end of this class, I will expect all of you to be able to pick up one of these books, circle the room, and set it back down without bumping or knocking anything over. Now, lets see if any of you can do it now, and we'll see who needs work, Mr. Malfoy, you first." Professor Flitwick picked him to go in the middle of the rows and he set a really heavy, leather bound book on his desk.
Draco looked at his wand doubtfully, then pointed it at the book, "Winguardium Leviosa." He emphasized the spell and concentrated on the book. Slowly it began to move, but not upward, it moved toward the end of the desk, and then fell off. Draco panicked, but then, he saw a flash of silver, and the book looked like it had been caught. Draco saw the ghostly girl that he saw before him, he looked around, but it appeared that no one else saw her, except one. Harry was looking straight at her with his eyes wide. He looked at Draco, then his eyes narrowed and then sat back in his chair, understanding what was going on. Draco shrugged at him signaling that he has no idea what was going on. Harry nodded as if to say, "Yeah, sure, whatever." Draco smirked then saw that the girl was completely the task for him. She had taken to circling the book around the classroom then resumed to putting it back on the desk.
Flitwick was most pleased with this. "Well, well, well, Mr. Malfoy! That was most impressive. You have already completely this activity on the first try! Professor Snape will be very happy to hear about this. 20 points to Slytherin!" All the Slytherins cheered for Draco, who seemed a bit guilty that he was getting the credit for something he didn't do. The ghostly girl should have gotten all this cheering. But he saw the girl come up to him and smile, one that said, "It's alright, I did it for you." Draco smiled back at her.
"Now, Miss Parkinson. Please come and try your luck."
Pansy came up with a high ego, but before she did, she kissed Draco on the nose and whispered in his ear, "Wish me luck, my little thall." Draco flinched at the sensual ness in her voice. She came up to the middle of the room, and pointed the want toward the leather bound book like Draco did. Draco saw something, the ghost that helped him was giving her glaring and fiery looks. Then she swooped down and picked up the book as Pansy called out the spell.
Upon seeing the book move, Pansy gave a sly smile at Draco. But then, the book went nuts, and it flew right at her face. She fell over upon impact, and the book kept on beating her, no matter how many time Flitwick tried to recall the book. The ghost's hands gripped on it as it continued to beat on her.
Harry looked up, and saw that the blonde ghost had showed up and was on top of the commotion and was laughing as the girl was getting the breathe knocked out of her by the rampaging girl. Harry locked his eyes on the blonde's, and he silently told her to stop the other one. The blonde gave him a pouting look, then flew down and started to pull the other girl on the human.
***
*Yeesh, usually Heero would be happy to see something like this take place, I mean after all, the human was an enemy of his.* The ghost of Usagi thought as she tugged on her misty, rampaging friend.
Hotaru, that is enough, she gets the point
The ghost of Hotaru came up and dropped the book on the floor and it went flying into Flitwick who at that time was desperately trying to get the book to stop, he hadn't even prepared himself to catch it.
What was that for? I was on a roll. Hotaru complained, they were both invisible to the naked eye, that meant that only Harry and Draco could see them. That's what she gets for kissing my Milliardo.
***
Harry and Draco listened intently as the two ghost girls continued to argue in some language they didn't understand. It sounded like Japanese, and that would make sense, seeing as how they knew about the markings on their arms, and they were Japanese lettering.
***
Later.
All day Pansy had gotten hit, stabbed, run over, and bombarded by numerous things including a rampaging Crabbe who had apparently lost control of his arms and legs and had tackled her in the middle of dinner and had ended up with detention, but Pansy was in the hospital wing. The thing was, every time it happened, it was right after she had made some sort of gesture or and signal of affection toward Draco.
They had then learned the girls' names. Usagi and Hotaru. Usagi was the one who kept trying to calm Hotaru down after she had set another one of the house elves on her. Crazy, and banging her head against the wall. It was good fun for Hotaru, but Harry kept getting Usagi to stop her. Though he had an attraction to Usagi, and occasionally he would let Usagi have a little fun, playing tricks on Crabbe, giving him hot pink glow in the dark hair with lime green streaks. It was all-good. By the end of the day, they were used to all the strange happenings.
Harry was in bed, and Usagi was floating overhead. She was lying down in the midair, invisible of course. She slowly swayed up and down as she held the conversation with Harry. All the people outside were already asleep.
"What's it like being a ghost?" Harry asked her, hands behind his head and his ruby red comforter up to his mid chest.
"Well, you get a lot more freedom. Well, you are freedom. You can do whatever you want to and no one can stop you. You can control people, like Hotaru possessed Crabbe. It's very amusing a lot of times. Don't you think so? Why do you always spoil the fun?"
"Well, Pansy is a bit high ego and mean, but she doesn't deserve that kind of thing."
"Like when she and the other Slytherins tried to get Hagrid fired?"
"How do you know about that?" Harry asked, shocked at how she could know such things.
"I've been watching you for a long time. I know what has been going on since the beginning of fourth year. I know what she's been doing, and Hotaru has been keeping a close watch on her. But we waited to show ourselves until you started to receive the dreams."
"You know about the dreams?" Harry said, outraged that they could even read their minds.
"'Course, we sent them."
"Why? Who are those people? Why do they look so familier?"
"I'm afraid we cannot answer that just yet. One day you will see them again. This is the way it has to be. They are gone, but one day, they will awaken again. They will all be together again some day."
Harry stayed silent. Then spoke again. "What is it like to die?" He had to ask, even though he was sure it was painful to think about; though Moaning Myrtle seemed to take almost flattering.
Usagi turned her beautiful ghostly face to Harry. "I remember when I died. I took three shots of a gun before I died completely and could not fight anymore. I fell to the ground, I felt completely drained, it was cold and chilly. There was no warmth at all, until my love came a crouched over me. He is the one who self-destructed himself in your dreams. I felt some sort of suction as I took my last breathe in his mouth. It was mind shattering. I was being torn and it hurt even more than the bullets that had processed inside of my body. Then I was out, and I was floating, but I couldn't leave. I could see my body on the ground, and my love was crying over me. I couldn't leave him. I tried to show myself to him, but he couldn't see me. That was more painful than I could have imagined. I waited my entire life to find him again after he killed himself as he handed his Gundam over to Zechs and Lady Une. I waited for sixteen centuries, waiting until I could see him again. And through all that waiting, I still haven't found him yet."
Harry listened to this, completely, eyes focused on her. That must have been so painful. The way she had described it, it almost made him feel like he was there as well, witnessing all the pain and torture that came with it.
They both talked through the night, Harry didn't get tired of talking to her. He spilled out all the pain of his parents and all the torture he himself had to endure. No matter how much he did for all his friends and even his enemies eventually they would turn their back on him. Like Ron did in fourth year, and Ernie did in second year, everyone seemed to be leaving him, but Usagi understood. And she promised him she would always be with him, no matter what happened. She knew what it was like to be alone.
*****
Wow!! Five pages long! That is probably the longest chapter I have ever written! 2,296 words. Wow, I hope I get some good reviews for this story. I'd better, or this was completely pointless. I've been working on this all day. Ja ne!
~mo
No comment. I'm getting ready to go camping so I just thought I'd write this out before I went!!! Happy day for me!!! Oh, and Pansy gets a few pranks played on her. But don't get me wrong; I like Pansy, even though she's in Slytherin. Oh, and not to worry everyone, you'll know who is with who by the end of this chapter.
Chapter 3: Poor, poor Pansy
Draco walked through the halls after nearly drowning in the crowds of students trying to look at his henna markings. He grumbled about all the attention he was getting, but either way, Potter was getting just as much, if not more. Was Potter trying to copy me? Just trying to get more fame for a tattoo he probably stole from me? No, they weren't tattoos, it was just henna. But somehow Draco felt as though something or someone had claimed him. Even Pansy started to seem plain, and Draco used to fancy her. Now she was just all dull and boring.
He stopped as he saw Potter a few paces ahead of him. He had his hand half way to his cheek, as if a hand was already there and he was covering it. He was starring off into space as if seeing someone right there in front of him. Then Draco saw something else.
He blinked to make sure it was real, but there was a silvery something right in front of Harry. The mist started to take shape; that of a human. It was a ghost, one he had not seen around, but it seemed more graceful than the others, like Peeves and the Bloody Baron. It was a female and more silvery than the other ghosts. The ghost had her misty hand on Harry's cheek and his hand was covering it, and he was starring straight at her. But he did not look at all frightened. He almost looked relaxed.
Draco pondered this for a few moments, then his own female mist appeared in front of him, standing between him and Harry and his ghostly partner. Draco stepped back. The girl was short, about one year younger than him, probably fourteen. She had short blackish violet hair, and it was the same case with her eyes, like a dark violet. She was a sweet looking girl, young and innocent. But, unlike Harry, Draco didn't go along with it so easily.
"What do you want?" He asked, harshly. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked at her expectantly.
The young ghost just giggled a bit. Her misty laugh echoed mysteriously around Draco, and it almost made him shiver a bit. She was close enough that he could feel her breezy aura against his skin. "You haven't changed a bit.Milliardo.or should I say, Draco Malfoy?"
It was just then that he noticed her clothes. She was wearing some sort of fuku, a sailor fuku, only with a mini skirt and knee-high boots. She reached up to finger his right arm, and he let her. Why was he so relaxed? This girl he didn't seem to know was touching him under unwanted physical content and he was letting her. What was it about her that made him want her to touch him? She pulled his sleeve up, and exposed the henna markings that were left on his arm. She patted his arm. "Do you know what they mean?"
Draco shook his head, unconsciously. "No, I don't." He said simply, still starring at her intently, trying to see what she obviously thought was obvious.
She smiled, and touched his cheek with the hand that was previously on his arm. A chill ran from his cheek to his legs. Then in an instant, it was gone, and he felt relaxed and soothed down by her presence.
*** Then as the bell rang for everyone to get to their classes, both of the ghosts were gone, leaving the refreshed two boys still starring off into space. ***
*In Charms Class*
"Okay, now we will be moving on to harder subject matter to make it fly. Take these books. By the end of this class, I will expect all of you to be able to pick up one of these books, circle the room, and set it back down without bumping or knocking anything over. Now, lets see if any of you can do it now, and we'll see who needs work, Mr. Malfoy, you first." Professor Flitwick picked him to go in the middle of the rows and he set a really heavy, leather bound book on his desk.
Draco looked at his wand doubtfully, then pointed it at the book, "Winguardium Leviosa." He emphasized the spell and concentrated on the book. Slowly it began to move, but not upward, it moved toward the end of the desk, and then fell off. Draco panicked, but then, he saw a flash of silver, and the book looked like it had been caught. Draco saw the ghostly girl that he saw before him, he looked around, but it appeared that no one else saw her, except one. Harry was looking straight at her with his eyes wide. He looked at Draco, then his eyes narrowed and then sat back in his chair, understanding what was going on. Draco shrugged at him signaling that he has no idea what was going on. Harry nodded as if to say, "Yeah, sure, whatever." Draco smirked then saw that the girl was completely the task for him. She had taken to circling the book around the classroom then resumed to putting it back on the desk.
Flitwick was most pleased with this. "Well, well, well, Mr. Malfoy! That was most impressive. You have already completely this activity on the first try! Professor Snape will be very happy to hear about this. 20 points to Slytherin!" All the Slytherins cheered for Draco, who seemed a bit guilty that he was getting the credit for something he didn't do. The ghostly girl should have gotten all this cheering. But he saw the girl come up to him and smile, one that said, "It's alright, I did it for you." Draco smiled back at her.
"Now, Miss Parkinson. Please come and try your luck."
Pansy came up with a high ego, but before she did, she kissed Draco on the nose and whispered in his ear, "Wish me luck, my little thall." Draco flinched at the sensual ness in her voice. She came up to the middle of the room, and pointed the want toward the leather bound book like Draco did. Draco saw something, the ghost that helped him was giving her glaring and fiery looks. Then she swooped down and picked up the book as Pansy called out the spell.
Upon seeing the book move, Pansy gave a sly smile at Draco. But then, the book went nuts, and it flew right at her face. She fell over upon impact, and the book kept on beating her, no matter how many time Flitwick tried to recall the book. The ghost's hands gripped on it as it continued to beat on her.
Harry looked up, and saw that the blonde ghost had showed up and was on top of the commotion and was laughing as the girl was getting the breathe knocked out of her by the rampaging girl. Harry locked his eyes on the blonde's, and he silently told her to stop the other one. The blonde gave him a pouting look, then flew down and started to pull the other girl on the human.
***
*Yeesh, usually Heero would be happy to see something like this take place, I mean after all, the human was an enemy of his.* The ghost of Usagi thought as she tugged on her misty, rampaging friend.
Hotaru, that is enough, she gets the point
The ghost of Hotaru came up and dropped the book on the floor and it went flying into Flitwick who at that time was desperately trying to get the book to stop, he hadn't even prepared himself to catch it.
What was that for? I was on a roll. Hotaru complained, they were both invisible to the naked eye, that meant that only Harry and Draco could see them. That's what she gets for kissing my Milliardo.
***
Harry and Draco listened intently as the two ghost girls continued to argue in some language they didn't understand. It sounded like Japanese, and that would make sense, seeing as how they knew about the markings on their arms, and they were Japanese lettering.
***
Later.
All day Pansy had gotten hit, stabbed, run over, and bombarded by numerous things including a rampaging Crabbe who had apparently lost control of his arms and legs and had tackled her in the middle of dinner and had ended up with detention, but Pansy was in the hospital wing. The thing was, every time it happened, it was right after she had made some sort of gesture or and signal of affection toward Draco.
They had then learned the girls' names. Usagi and Hotaru. Usagi was the one who kept trying to calm Hotaru down after she had set another one of the house elves on her. Crazy, and banging her head against the wall. It was good fun for Hotaru, but Harry kept getting Usagi to stop her. Though he had an attraction to Usagi, and occasionally he would let Usagi have a little fun, playing tricks on Crabbe, giving him hot pink glow in the dark hair with lime green streaks. It was all-good. By the end of the day, they were used to all the strange happenings.
Harry was in bed, and Usagi was floating overhead. She was lying down in the midair, invisible of course. She slowly swayed up and down as she held the conversation with Harry. All the people outside were already asleep.
"What's it like being a ghost?" Harry asked her, hands behind his head and his ruby red comforter up to his mid chest.
"Well, you get a lot more freedom. Well, you are freedom. You can do whatever you want to and no one can stop you. You can control people, like Hotaru possessed Crabbe. It's very amusing a lot of times. Don't you think so? Why do you always spoil the fun?"
"Well, Pansy is a bit high ego and mean, but she doesn't deserve that kind of thing."
"Like when she and the other Slytherins tried to get Hagrid fired?"
"How do you know about that?" Harry asked, shocked at how she could know such things.
"I've been watching you for a long time. I know what has been going on since the beginning of fourth year. I know what she's been doing, and Hotaru has been keeping a close watch on her. But we waited to show ourselves until you started to receive the dreams."
"You know about the dreams?" Harry said, outraged that they could even read their minds.
"'Course, we sent them."
"Why? Who are those people? Why do they look so familier?"
"I'm afraid we cannot answer that just yet. One day you will see them again. This is the way it has to be. They are gone, but one day, they will awaken again. They will all be together again some day."
Harry stayed silent. Then spoke again. "What is it like to die?" He had to ask, even though he was sure it was painful to think about; though Moaning Myrtle seemed to take almost flattering.
Usagi turned her beautiful ghostly face to Harry. "I remember when I died. I took three shots of a gun before I died completely and could not fight anymore. I fell to the ground, I felt completely drained, it was cold and chilly. There was no warmth at all, until my love came a crouched over me. He is the one who self-destructed himself in your dreams. I felt some sort of suction as I took my last breathe in his mouth. It was mind shattering. I was being torn and it hurt even more than the bullets that had processed inside of my body. Then I was out, and I was floating, but I couldn't leave. I could see my body on the ground, and my love was crying over me. I couldn't leave him. I tried to show myself to him, but he couldn't see me. That was more painful than I could have imagined. I waited my entire life to find him again after he killed himself as he handed his Gundam over to Zechs and Lady Une. I waited for sixteen centuries, waiting until I could see him again. And through all that waiting, I still haven't found him yet."
Harry listened to this, completely, eyes focused on her. That must have been so painful. The way she had described it, it almost made him feel like he was there as well, witnessing all the pain and torture that came with it.
They both talked through the night, Harry didn't get tired of talking to her. He spilled out all the pain of his parents and all the torture he himself had to endure. No matter how much he did for all his friends and even his enemies eventually they would turn their back on him. Like Ron did in fourth year, and Ernie did in second year, everyone seemed to be leaving him, but Usagi understood. And she promised him she would always be with him, no matter what happened. She knew what it was like to be alone.
*****
Wow!! Five pages long! That is probably the longest chapter I have ever written! 2,296 words. Wow, I hope I get some good reviews for this story. I'd better, or this was completely pointless. I've been working on this all day. Ja ne!
~mo