AN: Ok, like so far I think only one person has read this, which actually
makes sense. I've though up another excuse for my bad writing. I'm just
waiting to get to the Draco smut and couldn't be stuffed with the story,
yeah that's it! I'm a freak for Draco smut. But don't tell me, that you
yourselves would not melt like butter if Draco slid his tongue down your
neck and back up again. Or is it just me. Dear god I'm a freak! Nothing
new. Oh well, on with my crappy idiotic excuse for a story when I really
want Draco smut.
The New Girl.
Chapter Three.
Max tried to hate Malfoy just like everyone else but she was finding that particularly impossible at the moment. She found herself not even watching the Quidditch game and cheering with the others but staring at Malfoy the entire time. And he knew it. He flew past her a number of times just to get her worked up. She barely noticed it when Harry screamed her name into her ear.
"What?" she asked in distant sort of voice but looked at him all the same.
"Have you heard anything we've saying for the last five minutes, it's over. Slytherin won," Max snapped out of her daze and looked around. Students were making their way to the castle.
"Oh," was all she said and started walking.
Her mind had stayed on what it felt like having Malfoy so close to her.. She was still confused. She was having lustful thoughts about the boy who had taunted her on her very first day. Was she mad? No, she just wanted Malfoy.
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On Wednesday the Gryffindors had Potions with the Slytherin. Much to Max's dismay. She had been hiding from Malfoy afraid of where all of it could lead too. She had been intrigued earlier but she had made a decision. She was going put it out of her mind and try to do well in class and have fun with her Gryffindor friends. But with this decision Max only became shyer, more jittering, and more jumpy. Neville had competition now.
Max stood outside the Potions dungeon and took a deep breathe. She swallowed hard and entered the chattering classroom. She looked quickly over the dungeon and found Harry and the others waving her over to their table. She avoided at all times eye contact with the Slytherins. Even so Malfoy wasn't in view. She neared the other Gryffindors when she felt a sharp slap on her bottom.
"Nice view Anderson," he muttered as he walked past her.
She stopped dead in her tracks. The Gryffindors were staring opened mouth at Malfoy who just sat down with his sneering friends. Ron was just about ready to burst when Snape entered the dungeon.
"Miss Anderson would you please take your seat?" Snape said sending a look over the class to silence them.
Max squeaked as sat down next to Hermione
"Let's test your Potions knowledge shall we Miss Anderson?" Snape sneered, he never missed a chance to humiliate a new student, especially one from Gryffindor.
"Tell me, what particular ingredient do you need to make a Truth Potion?"
Max opened her mouth and stuttered.
"Speak up Anderson!"
"The- the- bl-bl-ood of.. of.. the person whom.. you wish to poison," Max said looking at her books.
"Correct Anderson. Five points to Gryffindor for answering correctly," Snape said almost nicely.
Max looked up, she breathed a sigh of relief.
"It does say on your report Potions is your best subject,"
Max blushed furiously.
Harry and the others stared. Snape almost never awarded points to Gryffindor. It seemed he had taken al liking to the student.
"Today students you will be paired together and you will brew a particularly hard potion. If you make any mistakes you will have to start over again and the ingredients used are very expensive. So I do NOT want to see anyone starting again!"
A small whimpering could be heard from Neville who almost never did anything right in Potions.
"I will be paring you today so there will be no foolish accidents," Snape sneered at the class, "Potter and Goyle. Granger with Parkinson. Weasly and Crabbe. Anderson and Malfoy," Max's world might have just ended there.
Malfoy was just about to smirk smugly when Snape spoke again,
"Yes Mr Malfoy, maybe Anderson can teach you a few things due to your last report," he growled before continuing his pairing off.
Malfoy flushed and Max could a tinge of red creep from his neck. But A Malfoy never lost their confidence and he went back to his smirking self. He stepped into his chair next to Max and coolly said,
"Maybe you could teach me a few other things to Anderson,"
Max gulped and nearly fell out of her chair. She had herself in a situation now!
Out of the corer of her she could see Ron fuming. Not because it was Max, but because he didn't like Malfoy anywhere near any of his friends. Especially the crazy hormones going inside the slimy gits brain right then.
Max attempted to set up their work trying not to pay any attention to Malfoy. Who of course was sneering and smirking that stupid trademark smirk! (AN: Not that I'M complaining!!) Snape was talking again but Malfoy was whispering in her ear.
"Just a bit jumpy are we Anderson?"
Max opened her mouth tell him to sod off, but as always, she only stuttered over her words making no sense at all.
"Today the Potion you will be making is the Speaking Potion. Very useful when one needs to hear what another would like to say when the other had its tongue cut off," Snape growled his words across the dungeon and the students quickly got started.
Max was so frightened that Malfoy would just grab her and have his wicked way with her right there and then on the table. But being a Malfoy he kept his cool. And worked along side her saying almost nothing but still had his smug face on like a shield. Ron who was at the table behind them was staring furiously at Malfoy's head just about ready to rip every strand of his blond hair out. (AN: No Ron! No don't do it!!! For the love of God Ron don't do it!!!!!! Hehe, ok I'll shut up now)
"Weasly, I know I'm incredibly handsome, but you must understand that I'm as straight as they come and I have no interest in you," Malfoy said calmly not even turning around.
If a boy could go any redder than his own hair Ron achieved that in a matter of seconds. He picked up his tray of spiders legs and threw it at Malfoy had just turned around to sneer and seemed to duck just in time. Flying spiders legs went every where and Max ducked too yelping. The tray just happen to his Pansy Parkinson in the head and the slime from the tray went directly into her long gold locks. Max could see a small grin escaping from Malfoy's mouth.
Pansy squealed rather loudly and Snape looked up from the whimpering Neville whom he had been threatening. He took one look at the grinning Malfoy and the red faced Ron and the shrieking Pansy before he exploded.
"TWENTY POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR FOR DISTURBING THE CLASS AND ANOTHER TWENTY FOR ATTACKING ANOTHER STUDENT! DENTENTION WITH FILCH ON FRIDAY NIGHT!!"
All the Slytherins were sniggering and laughing their little heads of (minus Pansy who had run to the hospital wing) Max glared at Malfoy as did all the other Gryffindors.
"What? I merely ducked when Weasel threw the tray. It was a self defense mechanism," Malfoy said the glaring Max innocently. Max was furious, she wanted to slap his silly little face and wipe that smug look of his face. But her clenching fists stayed at her side. Just as they always had when someone provoked her to a fight. She turned back to her work and gripped everything tightly as a way to release her building anger. Malfoy just continued to be his annoying self.
When the bell sounded there was a mad rush to get out the door and Max was of course pushed out to the side.
"Anderson, I want to talk to you," she heard Snape call her from his desk.
Max turned around and her anger was replaced with fear. She walked cautiously to Snape's desk.
"Anderson I have an offer to make. You are seemingly a very talented student in Potions, but your nerves are most terrible and I would hate to see you loose your skill every time someone called you name. So I am willing to give you a Confidence Potion. To help your nerves so you will be able to put your skill in the art of Potion making to proper use. Now this is strictly for you school alone. If I hear you are using it for other purposes than you will see to the Headmaster. Come by tomorrow before lunch, I will have the Potion ready for you then,"
Not once in his offer did he give her the chance to agree or disagree. But the deal to be able to stand up for herself? It was only the best thing she had heard aside from being able to go to Hogwarts.
"You better hurry off to dinner Anderson,"
Max nodded and almost ran to dinner. She was overwhelmed. She had forgotten about Malfoy and decided to try and make up to Ron. By the time she got to the great Hall students were talking and eating all at the same time. She skidded along to the Gryffindor table and sat herself down next to Ron and Hermione.
"You're all smiles tonight, something happen on the way here to dinner?" Harry asked seeing her bright face, and the fact she didn't jump when he talked to her.
"You could say that," her eyes were twinkling, "Oh and Ron, I'm really sorry that Malfoy got you into trouble, the prat was more pleased with himself than ever, I felt like kicking him right there!"
The three all raised their eyebrows, this really didn't sound like the Max they saw over the past two weeks.
"Thanks Max, it isn't your fault though. Malfoy is a total asshole and he lives for making others miserable," Ron said through gritted teeth.
That was all going to change very soon Max thought. The next time Malfoy decided to come and try to make her shrivel up in fear she was going to stand up to him.
"So tell us then, why are you all so bouncy all of the sudden?" Harry asked spraying bits of his potato mash onto Max, Hermione and Ron.
"Conversation not irrigation Harry," Hermione said flicking the potato off her robes.
"Sorry," Harry said doing the same thing again anyway.
The two girls gave a hearted sigh.
"Well anyways, Snape called me back after class and made an offer to me. He said he would give me a Confidence Potion because of my nerves. He said he didn't want to see my skills in Potions go to waste!"
"What?!" the other three cried all at the same time, more potato mash everywhere.
"I know it's weird but I'm over joyed about it, just imagine, me being able to talk to someone without stuttering or jumping and squealing senselessly.."
Max continued on running her hand through her dark hair in a breathless sort of way. She was obviously very excited about it.
AN: Cliffhanger I know, I seem to be getting better at those. Anyways, next chapter you'll get to see Malfoy and his little smirk (*melts into chair*) get what he pays for! Sucker!!
The New Girl.
Chapter Three.
Max tried to hate Malfoy just like everyone else but she was finding that particularly impossible at the moment. She found herself not even watching the Quidditch game and cheering with the others but staring at Malfoy the entire time. And he knew it. He flew past her a number of times just to get her worked up. She barely noticed it when Harry screamed her name into her ear.
"What?" she asked in distant sort of voice but looked at him all the same.
"Have you heard anything we've saying for the last five minutes, it's over. Slytherin won," Max snapped out of her daze and looked around. Students were making their way to the castle.
"Oh," was all she said and started walking.
Her mind had stayed on what it felt like having Malfoy so close to her.. She was still confused. She was having lustful thoughts about the boy who had taunted her on her very first day. Was she mad? No, she just wanted Malfoy.
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On Wednesday the Gryffindors had Potions with the Slytherin. Much to Max's dismay. She had been hiding from Malfoy afraid of where all of it could lead too. She had been intrigued earlier but she had made a decision. She was going put it out of her mind and try to do well in class and have fun with her Gryffindor friends. But with this decision Max only became shyer, more jittering, and more jumpy. Neville had competition now.
Max stood outside the Potions dungeon and took a deep breathe. She swallowed hard and entered the chattering classroom. She looked quickly over the dungeon and found Harry and the others waving her over to their table. She avoided at all times eye contact with the Slytherins. Even so Malfoy wasn't in view. She neared the other Gryffindors when she felt a sharp slap on her bottom.
"Nice view Anderson," he muttered as he walked past her.
She stopped dead in her tracks. The Gryffindors were staring opened mouth at Malfoy who just sat down with his sneering friends. Ron was just about ready to burst when Snape entered the dungeon.
"Miss Anderson would you please take your seat?" Snape said sending a look over the class to silence them.
Max squeaked as sat down next to Hermione
"Let's test your Potions knowledge shall we Miss Anderson?" Snape sneered, he never missed a chance to humiliate a new student, especially one from Gryffindor.
"Tell me, what particular ingredient do you need to make a Truth Potion?"
Max opened her mouth and stuttered.
"Speak up Anderson!"
"The- the- bl-bl-ood of.. of.. the person whom.. you wish to poison," Max said looking at her books.
"Correct Anderson. Five points to Gryffindor for answering correctly," Snape said almost nicely.
Max looked up, she breathed a sigh of relief.
"It does say on your report Potions is your best subject,"
Max blushed furiously.
Harry and the others stared. Snape almost never awarded points to Gryffindor. It seemed he had taken al liking to the student.
"Today students you will be paired together and you will brew a particularly hard potion. If you make any mistakes you will have to start over again and the ingredients used are very expensive. So I do NOT want to see anyone starting again!"
A small whimpering could be heard from Neville who almost never did anything right in Potions.
"I will be paring you today so there will be no foolish accidents," Snape sneered at the class, "Potter and Goyle. Granger with Parkinson. Weasly and Crabbe. Anderson and Malfoy," Max's world might have just ended there.
Malfoy was just about to smirk smugly when Snape spoke again,
"Yes Mr Malfoy, maybe Anderson can teach you a few things due to your last report," he growled before continuing his pairing off.
Malfoy flushed and Max could a tinge of red creep from his neck. But A Malfoy never lost their confidence and he went back to his smirking self. He stepped into his chair next to Max and coolly said,
"Maybe you could teach me a few other things to Anderson,"
Max gulped and nearly fell out of her chair. She had herself in a situation now!
Out of the corer of her she could see Ron fuming. Not because it was Max, but because he didn't like Malfoy anywhere near any of his friends. Especially the crazy hormones going inside the slimy gits brain right then.
Max attempted to set up their work trying not to pay any attention to Malfoy. Who of course was sneering and smirking that stupid trademark smirk! (AN: Not that I'M complaining!!) Snape was talking again but Malfoy was whispering in her ear.
"Just a bit jumpy are we Anderson?"
Max opened her mouth tell him to sod off, but as always, she only stuttered over her words making no sense at all.
"Today the Potion you will be making is the Speaking Potion. Very useful when one needs to hear what another would like to say when the other had its tongue cut off," Snape growled his words across the dungeon and the students quickly got started.
Max was so frightened that Malfoy would just grab her and have his wicked way with her right there and then on the table. But being a Malfoy he kept his cool. And worked along side her saying almost nothing but still had his smug face on like a shield. Ron who was at the table behind them was staring furiously at Malfoy's head just about ready to rip every strand of his blond hair out. (AN: No Ron! No don't do it!!! For the love of God Ron don't do it!!!!!! Hehe, ok I'll shut up now)
"Weasly, I know I'm incredibly handsome, but you must understand that I'm as straight as they come and I have no interest in you," Malfoy said calmly not even turning around.
If a boy could go any redder than his own hair Ron achieved that in a matter of seconds. He picked up his tray of spiders legs and threw it at Malfoy had just turned around to sneer and seemed to duck just in time. Flying spiders legs went every where and Max ducked too yelping. The tray just happen to his Pansy Parkinson in the head and the slime from the tray went directly into her long gold locks. Max could see a small grin escaping from Malfoy's mouth.
Pansy squealed rather loudly and Snape looked up from the whimpering Neville whom he had been threatening. He took one look at the grinning Malfoy and the red faced Ron and the shrieking Pansy before he exploded.
"TWENTY POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR FOR DISTURBING THE CLASS AND ANOTHER TWENTY FOR ATTACKING ANOTHER STUDENT! DENTENTION WITH FILCH ON FRIDAY NIGHT!!"
All the Slytherins were sniggering and laughing their little heads of (minus Pansy who had run to the hospital wing) Max glared at Malfoy as did all the other Gryffindors.
"What? I merely ducked when Weasel threw the tray. It was a self defense mechanism," Malfoy said the glaring Max innocently. Max was furious, she wanted to slap his silly little face and wipe that smug look of his face. But her clenching fists stayed at her side. Just as they always had when someone provoked her to a fight. She turned back to her work and gripped everything tightly as a way to release her building anger. Malfoy just continued to be his annoying self.
When the bell sounded there was a mad rush to get out the door and Max was of course pushed out to the side.
"Anderson, I want to talk to you," she heard Snape call her from his desk.
Max turned around and her anger was replaced with fear. She walked cautiously to Snape's desk.
"Anderson I have an offer to make. You are seemingly a very talented student in Potions, but your nerves are most terrible and I would hate to see you loose your skill every time someone called you name. So I am willing to give you a Confidence Potion. To help your nerves so you will be able to put your skill in the art of Potion making to proper use. Now this is strictly for you school alone. If I hear you are using it for other purposes than you will see to the Headmaster. Come by tomorrow before lunch, I will have the Potion ready for you then,"
Not once in his offer did he give her the chance to agree or disagree. But the deal to be able to stand up for herself? It was only the best thing she had heard aside from being able to go to Hogwarts.
"You better hurry off to dinner Anderson,"
Max nodded and almost ran to dinner. She was overwhelmed. She had forgotten about Malfoy and decided to try and make up to Ron. By the time she got to the great Hall students were talking and eating all at the same time. She skidded along to the Gryffindor table and sat herself down next to Ron and Hermione.
"You're all smiles tonight, something happen on the way here to dinner?" Harry asked seeing her bright face, and the fact she didn't jump when he talked to her.
"You could say that," her eyes were twinkling, "Oh and Ron, I'm really sorry that Malfoy got you into trouble, the prat was more pleased with himself than ever, I felt like kicking him right there!"
The three all raised their eyebrows, this really didn't sound like the Max they saw over the past two weeks.
"Thanks Max, it isn't your fault though. Malfoy is a total asshole and he lives for making others miserable," Ron said through gritted teeth.
That was all going to change very soon Max thought. The next time Malfoy decided to come and try to make her shrivel up in fear she was going to stand up to him.
"So tell us then, why are you all so bouncy all of the sudden?" Harry asked spraying bits of his potato mash onto Max, Hermione and Ron.
"Conversation not irrigation Harry," Hermione said flicking the potato off her robes.
"Sorry," Harry said doing the same thing again anyway.
The two girls gave a hearted sigh.
"Well anyways, Snape called me back after class and made an offer to me. He said he would give me a Confidence Potion because of my nerves. He said he didn't want to see my skills in Potions go to waste!"
"What?!" the other three cried all at the same time, more potato mash everywhere.
"I know it's weird but I'm over joyed about it, just imagine, me being able to talk to someone without stuttering or jumping and squealing senselessly.."
Max continued on running her hand through her dark hair in a breathless sort of way. She was obviously very excited about it.
AN: Cliffhanger I know, I seem to be getting better at those. Anyways, next chapter you'll get to see Malfoy and his little smirk (*melts into chair*) get what he pays for! Sucker!!