Summary: Angelina and Draco have made a deal- one that has brought them
together, in a combined effort to destroy Gryffindor house. The unlikely
team, however, discover the tip of an iceberg that has the potential to
devastate the entire wizarding world.
Disclaimer: DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU DO NOT LIKE THE PAIRING OF ANGELINA AND DRACO. I don't want to receive flames only because of that reason. Constructive criticism is always welcomed, and even respected (because it helps me to write better). The main character's used in this story are NOT mine (if they were I'd have a castle in Scotland). They belong to the extremely clever, talented, and much adored J.K. Rowling.
Authors Note: This is an idea I've been working on since the summer. The thought came about because I imagined something a little different from the norm. Though Draco/Ginny fanfiction are my favourite, I was readily becoming tired of only slight variations of the same plot- the plot being- of course- how Ginny and Draco get together. So, since Draco is my favourite person in fanfiction, I decided to keep him and think of an unusual person to pair him with... hence Angelina/Draco. I know Angelina is two years older than Draco in the actual book, but- for the purposes of this story- I've made them the same age (17). On a side- I really hope you enjoy the story! (*blah blah blah* = italics)
Rating: I'm posting in both the PG-13 and R divisions. I am doing this only because I've found that, sometimes when author's post in the R section they get fewer reviews than if they had posted in the PG-13 section. Ahhh... and here I am sounding arrogant- as if I expect a hoard of reviews as soon as I upload. What can I say? I'm human, so positive feedback is always nice; but if no one reviews, it's okay, because reviews are not my only incentive for continuing this story. I email the chapters privately to my friends who tell me they're intrigued. So I'll maintain writing it, even if it fails here.
This story has a few... words. So be cautious. I'm depicting their dialogue in a way normal 17 years olds talk. I'm 17 so I know. I'm not a curse- aholic, but I swear from time to time. Don't be shocked and amazed when someone says. the f word. *gasp*
Enjoy!
*Chapter Two*
I had taken a short detour before going to dinner so I wasn't surprised when I saw Draco and most of the other houses seated.
I walked in, half breathless; forcing my eyes to appear the cool dispassionate twins they were known to be.
I sat as far away from *them* as I could- which- apparently wasn't far enough, because though I wanted to sit at the front of the table so I could have a Gryffindor on my right and the air on my left, only prefects could sit there. So, I was forced to sit next to Hermione, diagonally opposite from Harry.
I felt rather than heard, as I was prone to blocking out noise, conversations halt around me- almost acknowledging me...
...and then start again as though hoping to forget my presence.
Why do they do that', my mind thought desperately. What have I done to them?
Maybe in their heads, I've reached some unattainable status where they don't feel they're worthy to talk to me. I glanced over to meet the hostile eyes of Parvati, who though sitting a few seats away, could still be heard.
"She doesn't even know how much of a bitch she is- that's the disturbing thing." She grabbed a roll form the table, never breaking eye contact.
"Are you sure Parvati?" this from Lavender "Yesterday I saw her, and she just had the most lonely eyes I've ever come across. I just felt so sorry for her."
'No bitch' I thought furiously 'Feel sorry for yourself, I don't need your pity.'
"That's just part of her plan, Lav. She wants you to feel sorry for her, and when you least expect it. bang" she said pulling an invisible trigger "She's got you, and you know what happens then."
I saw her look away and lower her tone, probably explaining what I 'did' once I got you.
But *why* did she lower her voice. I wanted to know too. What was it that I, Angelina Johnson, 5 feet 7 inches and 115 pounds, *could* do- or was supposed to do.
I might not have known the actions that I was supposedly known for "doing", but I did know what I was going to do now.
How could I have been questioning myself about these people? Their spiteful, and malicious, and nasty. And just for the record, just because you're brave doesn't mean you aren't cruel.
If only Parvati knew that I know what I know about her.
She'll most definitely get hers, I thought bitterly. All I needed was to fight fire with fire, and it was just my luck that I was partnered to do so with the coldest, most malicious person in the school.
I turned to Draco for assurance hoping to catch his eye.
I was surprised to find him already staring me down with those sharp gray eyes of his.
He was the second person for the day to engage in conversation without breaking eye contact with me. The person he was talking to, I think it was Malcolm Braddock, glanced up at me and then nodded, motioning for the two first years that were sitting opposite them to move.
And they did. Draco made a little waving gesture as if he were beckoning me to come join him.
Had he gone *nuts*? Houses have often sat at each other's tables, but a Gryffindor hasn't sat at a Slytherin table since the beginning of Hogwarts, or vice versa- the hatred for the other so tangible.
I swept my eyes over the collective groups that made up Slytherin table.
'Is it okay with them' I silently asked.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and then smiled, or something close to it.
'Not okay' he was replying 'But tolerable'.
I remembered him saying that he was going to tell them about me, about how I wasn't half bad. He said they were waiting for a Gryffindor to sell their house out and join Slytherin ranks.
Maybe now's my chance. I saw a couple of Slytherin's stop eating and watch me, as though sensing and anticipating the betrayal.
If I did this, it would be final. I would be Gryffindor because that's where the sorting hat put me, but wholly, I would be a Gryffindor no more.
Draco gestured towards me again, a curious sort of glint to his eyes as though he himself was wandering whether I would do it or not.
Well at least he shows some sign of recognizing how big this is.
I turned back around to stare at them; my housemates. For a moment I let myself really be a part of them...
... but for the last time.
There were a few decent people. People I didn't want to burn, but would probably get burned anyway with all that I'd already found out and would soon learn.
I got up and turned towards the empty space at the table. It was only three feet of space but it felt like three miles.
All conversations at Gryffindor tables stopped. The sudden hush caused the other houses to look over in wonder, and they too stopped to stare.
The only house still buzzing with conversation was Slytherin, but they also glanced out of the corner of their eyes to see me join them.
And I did.
And I liked it, because with the exception of two female venomous stares the tables welcomed me. In fact, they did the last thing I expected they would do.
They started to clap.
Clap... as in real applause.
This caused the professors to glance up in curiosity too. With a quick once over, finding that nothing was amiss, they went back to their discussions.
As the clapping died, so did the silence. The other houses went back to dinner and conversation, and eventually Gryffindor joined too.
"So" I said "I guess this makes it *publicly* official then".
Draco smirked. "I guess it does."
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It was the next day in Potions class.
I had been isolating myself from the Gryffindors almost since school started. My relationship with most of the house was strained at best. I knew that yesterday was the final nudge they needed to see that I wanted nothing more to do with them. I wanted separation.
And I got it.
The Gryffindor I sat next to in potions didn't want me sitting next to her anymore.
I chanced a peek into her eyes before I moved.
There was hurt and betrayal. Perhaps she felt hurt from the betrayal I'd committed. I had become a symbol. I showed the Slytherin's that Gryffindors weren't a united front.
What about the times you hurt me, I thought. What hypocrisy was this? It's okay to do it to me, but I can't return the favor?
I took a seat beside Draco, who was wearing a pleased smirk on his face. He casually draped his arm over my chair lowering his head to whisper in my ear.
"Can you handle this?" he asked his tone belying the harsh expression his face held.
I squirmed. Just the feel of his breath on my cheek caused my stomach to squeeze reflexively.
"Even if I couldn't, it's too late now right?"
I tipped my face slightly up and to the right so that I could look at him. That was a bit of a bad move because it caused our mouths to be close enough to feel each others breaths.
I saw his nose flare slightly as his gaze dropped momentarily to my lips.
'Why', I asked silently...
"Tell me about any Slytherin that steps out of line". He turned to face front, his voice sounding amused "That goes for Gryffindor too."
That didn't make me feel any better.
As I waited for Snape to enter, my lips twisted with the irony of my situation. Here it was that I teamed up with Draco to get back the Gryffindor's, thinking that he was impiety in the flesh, but now in fact he was the only one that I could currently rely on. The only... kind one.
"Johnson" a voice said.
I turned around. It was no one other than my favorite person.
Parvati.
And she looked smug.
"Did you have to sleep with him to make him do that?"
Flustered, I asked the wrong question first.
"Make him do what- uh-I mean sleep with whom?"
Her smile broadened when I faltered.
She sat back. "Well. Draco never looked at *me* like that."
Embarrassed and infuriated I opened my mouth to speak, but Draco's silver tongue spoke first.
"First of all Patil, I never look at you in *any* way much less like *that*" his voice was cool and confident as he examined a piece of lint that was held securely between his index and forefinger. "So renounce any false notions that you might have of me" he stopped as though he wanted to laugh "being nice enough to spare you a glance."
The Slytherin's were sniggering loudly.
Draco turned and met Parvati's eyes, his lips quirked in satisfaction.
"And as for sleeping with Johnson" his eyelids slowly dropped but his tone was laced with conviction "Even if I did- which is not to say that I didn't.I'm sure every male would agree that she'd be a far better lay than you on your best fuckable day".
One half of the classroom broke out into hysterical laughter.
All the Slytherin's laughed until they cried. A few guys gave loud noises of approval, saying in between hiccups "Johnson any day over that beast."
Maybe I won't drop-kick Draco for insinuating that there was a possibility we were sleeping together.
Parvati's face was the color of ripe tomatoes.
"What is this laughing about" Snape was taking long purposeful strides towards the front of the classroom.
Draco turned around. "Nothing professor, we were just discussing who would be better to lay---den with the upcoming assignment".
A few quiet sniggers.
"And that's humorous?" Snape looked like he very much desired to be angry, but this was Draco his favourite student.
Draco turned slightly in Parvati's direction.
"It all depends on what.angle you'd like to look at her- I mean it."
Snape had an unsatisfied look about his face, but seemed too exasperated to ask.
"Thank you Mr. Malfoy." He took out a book from underneath his cloak. It was marked 'Potions of The Dark Arts'. I thought we weren't supposed to learn anything concerning the dark arts- spells, potions, or otherwise. I silently shrugged. No one else seemed to be concerned; especially not Draco. I turned my head faintly to gaze at him through my peripheral vision. I noticed he had a slight gleam in his eyes. Whether it was because of the class- because he genuinely enjoyed it- or the fact that we were doing something related to dark arts, I didn't know.
"As you know, it is almost time for midterm exams, and it is now we will see how much progress you seventh years have made. Have you been a waste of fresh air" he gave a pointed look at Neville Longbottom "Or have you the potential to be one of the most successful students Hogwarts has ever seen". One didn't have to think too long about whom Snape was referring to when he said that.
"You will work with the partners I have already assigned you earlier in the year. You will pay attention very carefully during this lesson so that you may reciprocate the actions I will show you. If you can copy every step successfully to produce the desired results you will get full marks. If not" He gave a fleeting glance towards the Slytherin's and then stared heatedly at the Gryffindor's "You will fail the midterm, and in so doing, fail the class. The test date is exactly five school days from now. There will be no extension for any reason under any circumstances, is that clear?"
The class murmured a collective yes.
"Good. Take notes for yourself and anyone who was foolish enough to miss today's lesson." Snape's eyes traveled towards Harry who was sitting motionless beside an empty chair. Ron wasn't there.
I stared at my fingers letting my thoughts meander back to Draco. Why did he defend me in front of both houses? Is there a remote possibility that he has feelings for me? Will we continue where we left off the last time we were alone?
A gentle nudge from Draco brought me out of my reverie.
"Are you just going to sit there?"
I smiled at him demurely. "I might- 'cause I have a wonderful partner who will copy every note, study, and undoubtedly ace the midterm without any help from me."
He returned my smile with a look that could only be described as sex personified.
"I couldn't allow you to not do anything. After all it takes two to do" his face became crafty "Well to just, you know.do".
My body shivered. How does he do that? Just one look and a couple of words and he has me doing a silent tremble.
Being in such close proximity to him allowed his body heat to leave a clear impression on me.
I sighed.
This was going to be a long day.
Disclaimer: DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU DO NOT LIKE THE PAIRING OF ANGELINA AND DRACO. I don't want to receive flames only because of that reason. Constructive criticism is always welcomed, and even respected (because it helps me to write better). The main character's used in this story are NOT mine (if they were I'd have a castle in Scotland). They belong to the extremely clever, talented, and much adored J.K. Rowling.
Authors Note: This is an idea I've been working on since the summer. The thought came about because I imagined something a little different from the norm. Though Draco/Ginny fanfiction are my favourite, I was readily becoming tired of only slight variations of the same plot- the plot being- of course- how Ginny and Draco get together. So, since Draco is my favourite person in fanfiction, I decided to keep him and think of an unusual person to pair him with... hence Angelina/Draco. I know Angelina is two years older than Draco in the actual book, but- for the purposes of this story- I've made them the same age (17). On a side- I really hope you enjoy the story! (*blah blah blah* = italics)
Rating: I'm posting in both the PG-13 and R divisions. I am doing this only because I've found that, sometimes when author's post in the R section they get fewer reviews than if they had posted in the PG-13 section. Ahhh... and here I am sounding arrogant- as if I expect a hoard of reviews as soon as I upload. What can I say? I'm human, so positive feedback is always nice; but if no one reviews, it's okay, because reviews are not my only incentive for continuing this story. I email the chapters privately to my friends who tell me they're intrigued. So I'll maintain writing it, even if it fails here.
This story has a few... words. So be cautious. I'm depicting their dialogue in a way normal 17 years olds talk. I'm 17 so I know. I'm not a curse- aholic, but I swear from time to time. Don't be shocked and amazed when someone says. the f word. *gasp*
Enjoy!
*Chapter Two*
I had taken a short detour before going to dinner so I wasn't surprised when I saw Draco and most of the other houses seated.
I walked in, half breathless; forcing my eyes to appear the cool dispassionate twins they were known to be.
I sat as far away from *them* as I could- which- apparently wasn't far enough, because though I wanted to sit at the front of the table so I could have a Gryffindor on my right and the air on my left, only prefects could sit there. So, I was forced to sit next to Hermione, diagonally opposite from Harry.
I felt rather than heard, as I was prone to blocking out noise, conversations halt around me- almost acknowledging me...
...and then start again as though hoping to forget my presence.
Why do they do that', my mind thought desperately. What have I done to them?
Maybe in their heads, I've reached some unattainable status where they don't feel they're worthy to talk to me. I glanced over to meet the hostile eyes of Parvati, who though sitting a few seats away, could still be heard.
"She doesn't even know how much of a bitch she is- that's the disturbing thing." She grabbed a roll form the table, never breaking eye contact.
"Are you sure Parvati?" this from Lavender "Yesterday I saw her, and she just had the most lonely eyes I've ever come across. I just felt so sorry for her."
'No bitch' I thought furiously 'Feel sorry for yourself, I don't need your pity.'
"That's just part of her plan, Lav. She wants you to feel sorry for her, and when you least expect it. bang" she said pulling an invisible trigger "She's got you, and you know what happens then."
I saw her look away and lower her tone, probably explaining what I 'did' once I got you.
But *why* did she lower her voice. I wanted to know too. What was it that I, Angelina Johnson, 5 feet 7 inches and 115 pounds, *could* do- or was supposed to do.
I might not have known the actions that I was supposedly known for "doing", but I did know what I was going to do now.
How could I have been questioning myself about these people? Their spiteful, and malicious, and nasty. And just for the record, just because you're brave doesn't mean you aren't cruel.
If only Parvati knew that I know what I know about her.
She'll most definitely get hers, I thought bitterly. All I needed was to fight fire with fire, and it was just my luck that I was partnered to do so with the coldest, most malicious person in the school.
I turned to Draco for assurance hoping to catch his eye.
I was surprised to find him already staring me down with those sharp gray eyes of his.
He was the second person for the day to engage in conversation without breaking eye contact with me. The person he was talking to, I think it was Malcolm Braddock, glanced up at me and then nodded, motioning for the two first years that were sitting opposite them to move.
And they did. Draco made a little waving gesture as if he were beckoning me to come join him.
Had he gone *nuts*? Houses have often sat at each other's tables, but a Gryffindor hasn't sat at a Slytherin table since the beginning of Hogwarts, or vice versa- the hatred for the other so tangible.
I swept my eyes over the collective groups that made up Slytherin table.
'Is it okay with them' I silently asked.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and then smiled, or something close to it.
'Not okay' he was replying 'But tolerable'.
I remembered him saying that he was going to tell them about me, about how I wasn't half bad. He said they were waiting for a Gryffindor to sell their house out and join Slytherin ranks.
Maybe now's my chance. I saw a couple of Slytherin's stop eating and watch me, as though sensing and anticipating the betrayal.
If I did this, it would be final. I would be Gryffindor because that's where the sorting hat put me, but wholly, I would be a Gryffindor no more.
Draco gestured towards me again, a curious sort of glint to his eyes as though he himself was wandering whether I would do it or not.
Well at least he shows some sign of recognizing how big this is.
I turned back around to stare at them; my housemates. For a moment I let myself really be a part of them...
... but for the last time.
There were a few decent people. People I didn't want to burn, but would probably get burned anyway with all that I'd already found out and would soon learn.
I got up and turned towards the empty space at the table. It was only three feet of space but it felt like three miles.
All conversations at Gryffindor tables stopped. The sudden hush caused the other houses to look over in wonder, and they too stopped to stare.
The only house still buzzing with conversation was Slytherin, but they also glanced out of the corner of their eyes to see me join them.
And I did.
And I liked it, because with the exception of two female venomous stares the tables welcomed me. In fact, they did the last thing I expected they would do.
They started to clap.
Clap... as in real applause.
This caused the professors to glance up in curiosity too. With a quick once over, finding that nothing was amiss, they went back to their discussions.
As the clapping died, so did the silence. The other houses went back to dinner and conversation, and eventually Gryffindor joined too.
"So" I said "I guess this makes it *publicly* official then".
Draco smirked. "I guess it does."
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It was the next day in Potions class.
I had been isolating myself from the Gryffindors almost since school started. My relationship with most of the house was strained at best. I knew that yesterday was the final nudge they needed to see that I wanted nothing more to do with them. I wanted separation.
And I got it.
The Gryffindor I sat next to in potions didn't want me sitting next to her anymore.
I chanced a peek into her eyes before I moved.
There was hurt and betrayal. Perhaps she felt hurt from the betrayal I'd committed. I had become a symbol. I showed the Slytherin's that Gryffindors weren't a united front.
What about the times you hurt me, I thought. What hypocrisy was this? It's okay to do it to me, but I can't return the favor?
I took a seat beside Draco, who was wearing a pleased smirk on his face. He casually draped his arm over my chair lowering his head to whisper in my ear.
"Can you handle this?" he asked his tone belying the harsh expression his face held.
I squirmed. Just the feel of his breath on my cheek caused my stomach to squeeze reflexively.
"Even if I couldn't, it's too late now right?"
I tipped my face slightly up and to the right so that I could look at him. That was a bit of a bad move because it caused our mouths to be close enough to feel each others breaths.
I saw his nose flare slightly as his gaze dropped momentarily to my lips.
'Why', I asked silently...
"Tell me about any Slytherin that steps out of line". He turned to face front, his voice sounding amused "That goes for Gryffindor too."
That didn't make me feel any better.
As I waited for Snape to enter, my lips twisted with the irony of my situation. Here it was that I teamed up with Draco to get back the Gryffindor's, thinking that he was impiety in the flesh, but now in fact he was the only one that I could currently rely on. The only... kind one.
"Johnson" a voice said.
I turned around. It was no one other than my favorite person.
Parvati.
And she looked smug.
"Did you have to sleep with him to make him do that?"
Flustered, I asked the wrong question first.
"Make him do what- uh-I mean sleep with whom?"
Her smile broadened when I faltered.
She sat back. "Well. Draco never looked at *me* like that."
Embarrassed and infuriated I opened my mouth to speak, but Draco's silver tongue spoke first.
"First of all Patil, I never look at you in *any* way much less like *that*" his voice was cool and confident as he examined a piece of lint that was held securely between his index and forefinger. "So renounce any false notions that you might have of me" he stopped as though he wanted to laugh "being nice enough to spare you a glance."
The Slytherin's were sniggering loudly.
Draco turned and met Parvati's eyes, his lips quirked in satisfaction.
"And as for sleeping with Johnson" his eyelids slowly dropped but his tone was laced with conviction "Even if I did- which is not to say that I didn't.I'm sure every male would agree that she'd be a far better lay than you on your best fuckable day".
One half of the classroom broke out into hysterical laughter.
All the Slytherin's laughed until they cried. A few guys gave loud noises of approval, saying in between hiccups "Johnson any day over that beast."
Maybe I won't drop-kick Draco for insinuating that there was a possibility we were sleeping together.
Parvati's face was the color of ripe tomatoes.
"What is this laughing about" Snape was taking long purposeful strides towards the front of the classroom.
Draco turned around. "Nothing professor, we were just discussing who would be better to lay---den with the upcoming assignment".
A few quiet sniggers.
"And that's humorous?" Snape looked like he very much desired to be angry, but this was Draco his favourite student.
Draco turned slightly in Parvati's direction.
"It all depends on what.angle you'd like to look at her- I mean it."
Snape had an unsatisfied look about his face, but seemed too exasperated to ask.
"Thank you Mr. Malfoy." He took out a book from underneath his cloak. It was marked 'Potions of The Dark Arts'. I thought we weren't supposed to learn anything concerning the dark arts- spells, potions, or otherwise. I silently shrugged. No one else seemed to be concerned; especially not Draco. I turned my head faintly to gaze at him through my peripheral vision. I noticed he had a slight gleam in his eyes. Whether it was because of the class- because he genuinely enjoyed it- or the fact that we were doing something related to dark arts, I didn't know.
"As you know, it is almost time for midterm exams, and it is now we will see how much progress you seventh years have made. Have you been a waste of fresh air" he gave a pointed look at Neville Longbottom "Or have you the potential to be one of the most successful students Hogwarts has ever seen". One didn't have to think too long about whom Snape was referring to when he said that.
"You will work with the partners I have already assigned you earlier in the year. You will pay attention very carefully during this lesson so that you may reciprocate the actions I will show you. If you can copy every step successfully to produce the desired results you will get full marks. If not" He gave a fleeting glance towards the Slytherin's and then stared heatedly at the Gryffindor's "You will fail the midterm, and in so doing, fail the class. The test date is exactly five school days from now. There will be no extension for any reason under any circumstances, is that clear?"
The class murmured a collective yes.
"Good. Take notes for yourself and anyone who was foolish enough to miss today's lesson." Snape's eyes traveled towards Harry who was sitting motionless beside an empty chair. Ron wasn't there.
I stared at my fingers letting my thoughts meander back to Draco. Why did he defend me in front of both houses? Is there a remote possibility that he has feelings for me? Will we continue where we left off the last time we were alone?
A gentle nudge from Draco brought me out of my reverie.
"Are you just going to sit there?"
I smiled at him demurely. "I might- 'cause I have a wonderful partner who will copy every note, study, and undoubtedly ace the midterm without any help from me."
He returned my smile with a look that could only be described as sex personified.
"I couldn't allow you to not do anything. After all it takes two to do" his face became crafty "Well to just, you know.do".
My body shivered. How does he do that? Just one look and a couple of words and he has me doing a silent tremble.
Being in such close proximity to him allowed his body heat to leave a clear impression on me.
I sighed.
This was going to be a long day.