* Chapter 7: The Winter Dance, Eavesdropping, Adam Allen and Kisses*
Disclaimer: None of these characters besides Catty, Cal, Adaml and Angel are mine.
A/N: I tried to look at my reviews and than the computer said 'story not found.' Has this happened to anyone lately? Has the computer stopped you from reviewing? I'll try and fix it.
Anyway, I would like to thank all the people who reviewed my story so far. Please review more!
Also, another thing I would like to point out is that I made this chapter 7 because ff.net said my last chapter was chapter 6 but on my computer it said chapter 4. I changed it to make it more accurate, kk? Okay, enough with the authors note. Read on!
* Begginning of Chapter 7 *
Everytime Cal would pass Hermione in the hallways, Hermione would have a mischevious smile on her face. Cal would smile back, but she couldn't help but wonder what Hermione was smiling about.
"Catty?" Cal leaned to the side and whispered. The Gryffindors and Slytherins were in Herbology. Professor Sprout was lecturing about a 'Chi- Chi-Yama' Plant which stops constant nail-growing.
"What?" Catty turned sideways to face Cal.
"Something is with Hermione," Cal said, looking up to see if Professor Sprout was looking, 'everytime I pass her in the hallways she is always looking all-well, mysterious."
"So?" Catty asked.
"Do you think she is up to something-?" before Cal could continue, Professor Sprout cut into their conversation.
"What is so important, girls?" she asked. Catty and Cal were silent. "Thank-you. Please stop talking and pay attention."
Cal wanted to yell, "why should we pay attention? You're saying the same things over and over and this plant has a really lame name and what's so important about it?" but she didn't. What was so important about stopping constant nail growing anyway? What kind of wizard or witch would put a hex like that on someone?
Instead, Cal sighed and said, "Sorry Professor." Catty did the same. They both stared at each other and mouthed things to each other during classes. Finally it was lunch break. As soon as Cal was out of History of Magic, which she had with the Ravenclaws, Cal decided to find Catty. It was nearing to January 2nd, and she still didn't have a dance partner. It was already past Christmas; in fact, that day was December 31. She really needed to find a dance partner! Unless she wanted to go partnerless. That was also a choice.
Catty was going with Ron, Harry was going with Hermione, Draco was going with Pansy, and Justin asked Angel to go with him, and Catty made her say yes. There was no one left, unless Cal would ask a person she didn't know. She would go for that. She looked around, no one seemed to want to go with her. All the first year boys were with their friends, or with 'their' dance partners. Cal spotted a boy leaning against the wall, all by himself. Cal ran towards him.
"Hi," she told him shyly. She saw on his robes that he was a Ravenclaw. "What's your name?" she asked him.
"Adam Allen," he said.
"Well, I'm Cal McRobinson," Cal said. "Would you like to come to the dance with me?" she asked quickly.
"Sure," he said, "you're the first one to ask me that. No one likes me, that's why. I was quite sure you were heading towards that boy over there." He pointed right at Malfoy. "No one even knows I'm alive. Are you a first year?" he asked Cal.
"Yes," Cal replied.
"I am too," Adam said. "So, uh.. I saw you at History Of Magic." Cal didn't even remember seeing him there. Seeing that the boy was depressed that no one noticed him, she nodded.
"I saw you too," she lied. In fact, she wasn't even paying attention to the boy. She was writing all over her parchment.
"Well, uh, okay," Adam said. He looked extremely shy and happy at the same time, just about how Cal felt. "Meet me at the Ravenclaw Tower," he said to her before he turned around, "and we'll walk to the dance together."
As soon as Adam was out of ear shot, Cal danced around with joy until the end of lunch break. She then proceeded to her classes, and she couldn't stop thinking about Adam and about how fun the dance would be. She almost forgot about Malfoy. She was thinking so much about Adam that her quill snapped in Charms. Catty looked concerned. Cal never normally broke her quills; but today was a special occasion. Catty passed Cal a note when Professor Flitwick wasn't looking. Cal didn't notice it until Catty gave her a shove on the shoulder. On the note, Catty had scribbled,
'What is wrong with you? You look all dreamy.'
Cal scribbled back,
'I asked this totally cute guy to go to the dance with me! He said I was the first one to ask him and that he wasn't even noticed at this school. But he is sooooo cute! Could you believe it?!'
Catty didn't scribble anything back until all classes were over. Catty spotted her at dinner and waved. Cal waved back. Cal then looked around for Adam. Adam was at his table finishing some mashed potatoes. She shouted across the room, "Adam!" No one heard her except for Adam because all the other students were in their own conversation. Adam turned and waved. Cal waved extremely fast and smiled hard. Cal turned to the side and saw Malfoy staring at her. Cal glared. 'Draco saw me wave at Adam! He deserves it! Holding Pansy's hand behind my back, the git!' she thought. Of course, Draco was sitting with Pansy. Cal had the urge (once again) to run over to Draco and Pansy and punch them BOTH hard in the face. They were both gits with nothing good to do.
"Hello?" someone's hand was in her face. The girl who was sitting by her at the Slytherin table saw the (once again) dreamy look on Cal's face and was waving her hand in Cal's face.
"Hi," said Cal. "I'm down to earth again. No need to wave me awake, you know." The girl was by the name of Risma Charter, (weird name I know) and she had wild red hair. Her blue eyes danced in the light.
"Well, just making sure." Risma proceeded to her food. Cal couldn't help but stare at Adam, the way he ate, the way he chewed, the way he swallowed-Cal paused for a split second to think. If it weren't for Dumbledore, there wouldn't be a dance! If it weren't for the dance, she wouldn't have met Adam. Everything had a purpose! It was like Cal was MEANT to meet Adam. Cal didn't really know Adam that well and she had asked him to go to the dance with her. She stared at him long and hard and yet she still couldn't relate to anything he did. She had to face it; they had nothing in common. But that didn't stop Cal from having a mad crush on him, did it? After dinner, Cal 'proceeded' to the common room. She saw Malfoy and Pansy sitting on the couch together (already snug in the common room), watching the fire. Cal hid behind the wall, and listened closely to what they were talking about. She should have the right to know. Besides, what did Malfoy see in Pansy? What did Pansy have that Cal didn't?
'Oh, Draco, how could you have liked that witch?' Pansy was saying. Cal knew there was two kind of witches. Witch one-the one with magical powers. Witch two-evil disgusting, menacing, girl. Cal knew Pansy meant Witch two.
'I don't know,' Draco answered stupidly. 'What a moron!' Cal thought. 'They don't even know I'm here. They really need to sharpen their hearing sense.'
"Pansy, I know I already asked you this, but the stupid Weasley twins- " (Cal could not believe what was coming out of Malfoy's mouth. First he was betraying her, and now he was betraying all the Weasleys and Harry would be the next one he would betray! Then Catty, then Hermione and then Angel!) "-and I did not hear you. Would you like to come to the dance with me? I know you will say yes and all, but I was just making sure."
"Of course I do, Draco, Honey." Draco? HONEY? 'What the hell is wrong with Pansy?' Cal thought, 'soon she will be serving Malfoy's breakfast and then choosing his robes for the next school day and then brushing his hair- ' The thought made Cal angry. 'Why should I care?' she told herself, 'they were both gits anyway.'
Cal decided to make a grand entrance. She walked out from behind the wall and plopped herself on the couch aside from Pansy and Draco. Draco had his arm slung around Pansy's shoulders. "Hullo there, gitlings," she said. She grabbed a piece of chocolate from the table. "How are you today? First year flings, I see," she said, pulling herself to another piece of chocolate, which was indeed a Milk Buttercream.
"Shut up, 'gitling'!" Draco said. He kissed Pansy on the cheek. Pansy shone with delight. "You're a first year too. So what are you talking about, first year 'flings'?"
"Don't you dare say gitling!" Cal cried, "that's my word! I made it up! And I heard your little conversation. Since when are the Weasley twins stupid? Huh? I thought they were your friends! I thought Ron was your friend! I thought Harry was! And Hermione! And Angel! And Catty! And me! I guess I thought wrong!"
"You did, indeed," Draco said cooly. "You always think wrong."
"Draco Malfoy!" Cal exploded, "you were the one who said, 'please, please, Cal! Won't you love me too? Will you please?' wasn't that you? Yes it was you! So don't go insulting me, Lover Boy! Two timing (I couldn't help but make her say this, even if she was only 11 years old) bitch!"
Draco's jaw dropped. "How dare you call a Malfoy a-a-bitch," he managed to get out after Cal's explosion.
"How dare you two-time a McRobinson!" and that was it. Cal turned around hot on her heel and headed up the stairs. "See you in hell! Wait, what am I talking about? Only you and Pansy will go to hell!"
Cal sat on her four poster and thought. 'What was I thinking?' she thought angrily, 'he was the one who had a crush on me. He was the one who always admired me and made jokes with me. But on the other hand, he two- timed me and he acting really rude at times. What should I do? should I go and 'get him back'?'
Cal thought and thought until she heard Pansy come up the steps into the dormitory. Cal hurried into her blankets and pretended she was asleep. Pansy muttered a few words to herself like, 'Cal', and 'Draco,' and 'witch,' and 'myself.' She than turned herself over and slept. Then Cal had her idea.
At breakfast next morning, Cal (very secretively) put the jar of 'Bear's Honey' into her robes pocket. It didn't matter to her if her robes felt sticky all through classes, but she just wanted to get the honey into the dormitory and hide it in her blankets, so when Pansy was asleep, she could pour honey all over the floor and all over her face, and than when Pansy tosses and turns and wakes up, Cal would be already in her bed, innocent. It was perfect. It wa sweet revenge.
Classes ended, and it was soon dinner. Cal tried her best to act very innocent during dinner, and Cal could feel Draco getting worried-'wait!' she told herself, 'why am I thinking of Draco? I don't even like him. He won't be struck with worry, he's too busy talking to Pansy.' Cal turned her head to Draco and saw him talking to Pansy. Cal nearly forgot about the dance, but that night when Pansy was asleep, she had seen a sign by Pansy's bed saying 'Dance tomorrow! Don't forget to take Draco!' Which made Cal madder. Pansy was fast asleep and snoring. Cal slowly took out the honey, and made her way to Pansy's face. She smeared it all over the floor by the the foot of Pansy's bed, so she would trip when she got up. She smeared it all over her face and hair, and all over her pajamas. Pansy didn't even notice. Cal climbed into bed that night feeling very satisfied.
*Next Day *
"It's the dance day today!" Cal sang as she got out of her bed with excitement. "I can be with Adam once more!" Pansy was still asleep. Cal waited for her to get up. After about half and hour of waiting, Pansy stirred and got up.
"Agggggghhhhh!" she screamed, loud enough for the whole castle to hear. "I have honey all over me! All over my hair, my face , the floor, my pajamas!" Pansy slid on the honey on the floor.
"Awww, Pansy, you alright?" asked Cal. "Did you hurt your little bosom?"
"YOU!" Pansy said, crying. "You, you did it! You wretched witch! You put honey all over me! You did this while I was sleeping, didn't you? Didn't you? Huh? Huh? All because you're jealous of me and Draco's relationship! It was a better relationship than you could ever have!"
"Why would I be jealous of you, Pansy?" Cal snapped, 'Draco isn't really important to me, you know. He's just another guy now. I have a new friend. A new guy-friend." Pansy's face turned from angry to horrified.
"What?" she asked. She looked VERY shocked. "Someone actually-you're joking, aren't you? Just to make me feel guilty-" Pansy got up, her behind very sticky, and pointed her finger at Cal. "Wait, just wait! Wait until Draco and I have the best dance on the planet. You just wait and see." 'Pansy couldn't be promising me any good dance!' Cal thought. 'What does she mean by that? Is she going to make up some last-minute dance with Draco?' Cal shook her head. 'If she is, it's going to be a horrible one.'
That night, Cal spent hours and hours trying to get herself to look good. She pinned her hair up into a tight bun, but it fell apart within minutes. She tried putting on red dress robes that she had borrowed from Hermione, but when she tried them on, she hated it. Instead, she put on black dress robes. She put on some lipstick, but the first few times it had swiveled all over the place. She kept doing it and finally she got it right. She then applied eye shadow which almost went into her eye. That night, Cal decided something: she couldn't put on make-up for a million dollars. She finally decided on a hair style, which contained A LOT of mousse and gel. Cal's bangs went to the side. Cal had put her hair in a pony-tail, and braided up the hair in the pony-tail into little braids. She pulled all the braids into a bun, and with Evangeline's gel (She had asked her for it when she saw Evangeline putting it on) it stood upright.
Finally, she met Adam at the Ravenclaw tower. Adam was in a suit with a tie. His hair had been slinked back, and he looked VERY handsome from Cal's perspective. "Didn't know you had it in you, Adam." She walked over to him. She really didn't know Adam had it in him. She just saw him in robes the day before or the day before then.
"So, do you-uh-want to dance?" she asked.
"I don't dance," Adam admitted. "I'm really bad at it. I'd be shocked if I could actually bust a move."
"I'll teach you!" Cal cried. She grabbed Adam's arm, and swung him around and around. "See! It's not hard!"
"Alright, alright! It's not hard," Adam said, and to Cal's pleasure, smiled his * golden * smile. Cal smiled back. She could feel her cheeks go red, and she looked at the floor. "Are you okay?" Adam asked. He took two fingers and pulled her chin up. "Chin up," he said, "stand tall. You deserve too. You taught me how to dance and when I didn't have my self -confidence, you gave it to me. Thank you."
Cal's cheeks turned redder. "Uh, no problem?" she said. She didn't know what to say. Actually, she * really * didn't know what to say. She was very shy around Adam, and she was trying her best not to say something wrong.
"C'mon," Adam coaxed, "let's go dance some more." He made an attempt to grab her arm, but once he saw Cal had sat down, he pulled back. "Punch?" he asked. Cal nodded slowly. As he left, Cal's brain was stuffed with thoughts. 'What if you say something wrong?' a voice was saying. Another voice was saying, 'She won't! She won't! Besides, if she does, why would Adam care? He is a very sweet boy, Cal.' Cal shook her head as Adam was back in sight. "Hey again!" he said. "The dance is going to end soon. It's already 11:15 and the dance ends at 12:00 midnight!" his face shone with glee. "I just love the midnight hour! The good thing about it is that the minute before is another day, and then the next is a new day."
"You're pretty creative," Cal commented. "I like it." Cal was * really * quite impressed. She didn't like * dull * people. She liked * wild * people. She liked people with a sense of creativity and humor. Adam smiled. Right then, Cal knew Adam Allen was the one for her. She had that feeling with Draco once before, but then-she shook her head. 'Nuh-uh,' she told herself, 'don't go thinking about stupid Draco.'
Cal glanced over at Pansy and Draco to see their * grand * dance. Pansy was saying something to Draco, and Draco was shaking his head. Cal smiled. 'Probably doesn't dance,' she told herself as she laughed out loud.
"What is so funny, Cal?" asked Adam. He looked very cute when he was inquisitive. Adam had a mysterious smile on his face, (which made Cal feel all mushy inside) and looked very desperate to know. "I would like to know what's * chilling * with my girl." Cal would have hated it if Draco had called her * his girl. * But instead, she smiled a natural smile and enjoyed this pleasure.
A.N.: Oh no, is she getting feelings of ecstasy? Oh yeah, I forgot. They're only in first year.
Cal grabbed Adam's hand. Instead of telling him, she was going to show him. She dragged him across the floor to Draco and Pansy. "Hey, Pansy! What about your * grand * dance, huh?" Pansy looked very shocked to see someone as cute as Adam with Cal.
"What 'grand dance'?" Draco demanded. Pansy glanced at Draco for a split second and then turned her head to Cal and glared. She mouthed, 'I will get you for embarrassing me.' Cal nearly laughed out loud. 'Why would she get me for something as stupid as this? Why is she embarrassed?' Cal thought. 'She's just threatening me, probably.'
"Well, Draco.. It's nothing really.. Do you want to stun them with our FANTASTIC moves?" Pansy asked nervously. She glanced sideways at him. Adam seemed like he was about to laugh as well. "Draco!" Pansy snapped. "Wake up, get out of dreamland and ANSWER ME!" Cal's jaw dropped. 'Is she normally this harsh on Draco? Maybe she made him go out with her because no one else would.' "What?" Pansy asked. Draco remained silent. Draco turned his head and mouthed to Pansy something like, 'I don't dance, remember? Why did you tell them I could dance?' Cal shook her head. 'No. it's not like Draco. he said he wanted to dance with me on the dance and that's when the fight happened. so he was lying to impress me!? But what would he do when I found out?'
"You guys, I'm gonna go get some punch," Pansy said with clenched teeth. She grabbed Draco's arm and flounced away.
"What a poor sport," Cal told Adam as she and Draco * ran * off. Adam nodded in agreement. 'I really like Adam,' Cal told herself, 'more than I did when I first saw Draco. He is really nice, and he agrees with mostly everything.'
"I know," Adam said after a moment's silence, "she is sooo-ugh. D'you know what I mean? She is so harsh on Draco and Draco still hangs around with her. That's why those two are so stupid." Cal completely forgot she was in Slytherin when she was around Adam. She felt warm and soft, almost like a Hufflepuff. She never felt like that with Draco. Maybe it was because Draco liked her and she only liked him in the begginning.
"I *so * know what you mean, Adam. I can't believe Draco used to like me." Cal suddenly covered her mouth in shock. 'Was I supposed to tell him that?' she asked herself. 'Mental Note to self: Adam wouldn't get mad at me because someone liked me, right? He's nice.' Cal had an idea! "We have * BLACK MAIL! *"
Adam nodded. "We do, we do indeed," he said logically.
"You sound like Dumbledore," Cal laughed. "Are you mad at me because of that Draco thing?"
"Now why the heck would I be mad at you for some stupid boy to have a crush on you as well? Everybody loves you, Cal, and you know it." Before Cal could see it happening, Adam had * planted * a kiss on her lips. The people dancing around them stopped and stared. Catty, Angel and Hermione were the girls in the front. Suddenly Catty started clapping. Everyone did after that. Cal couldn't even hear it. Fireworks were shooting behind her eyelids, in her brain. As soon as it started, it ended.
"Oooooooooooooooohhhh!" Catty cried as the dance finally ended. "Now how many kisses have you had so far this year in Hogwarts, Cal?" Cal paused to think. One very *unexpected * one from Draco, and another from Adam. To tell you the truth, she liked the one with Adam a lot better. Her twin was there, clapping and cheering, and it was with the one she loved.
"Two, one from Draco and one from Adam." Someone tapped her shoulder. Cal turned around and saw Adam right there. Cal could feel her heart beating faster then ever, and she motioned to Catty that she would be there in a second. Catty shot her a * good luck with the guy * look.
"Cal, may I escort you to one more dance?" he asked. He reached his hand out and pointed to the trashed Great Hall. 'Please? No one's here, and the D.J.'S boom box is still here. I want it to be a slow song."
Cal nodded. "Okay," she said. She headed towards the dance floor, Adam behind her. Cal had not a worry in her mind; she wasn't worried about how she told Catty she'd be there in a second but really she would be there in like an hour. She wasn't worrying about blackmail, or Pansy and Draco and getting them back, and she * definetely * wasn't worrying about schoolwork.
"So. uh. what song do you want to hear?" asked Adam. Cal could tell he was kind of shy too, and she just knew that she * shouldn't * be shy because Adam liked her the way she was, even if words came out the wrong way.
"How about. 'This is how much I love you?'" Cal asked. This was a very slow song, just as she and Adam liked it. Adam grasped her right hand, and placed her left hand on his hip. They waltzed; and then listened to a very fast song. It was a great night. Finally they left the deserted hall. Adam said he would drop her off at the Slytherin Tower.
"You know what?" Adam asked. "You don't even seem like a 'Slytherin' to me. They should have placed you in Ravenclaw or Gryffindor. You really aren't Slytherin." Cal winced. She * disliked * it when Adam kept saying she was a Slytherin.
"You don't know how much I wanted to be in Slytherin," Cal said. "But now I regret it. Now I want to be in Gryffindor or Ravenclaw."
"It's okay," Adam whispered. "It doesn't matter what house you're in, I still love you." * Smooch smooch. * A private kiss! How romantic!
* Next Day *
Cal woke up. "It was a dream!" she cried. "It was so a fairytale!" All the girls were around her, staring at her. It was around 9:00 and Cal had slept in because it was a Saturday. Was Adam just a dream?
"What was it like to kiss someone, Cal?" a girl asked. Her name was Meghan. "Was it mushy? Was it sweet? Did it taste like chicken?"
"Hard to believe you're a Slytherin, Meghan. You should have been a Hufflepuff. I don't see but a trace of Slytheriness in you." Meghan remained silent. She looked down at the ground.
"Hey," said Pansy, approaching all the girls surrounding Cal's bed. "You know what's 'awesome?' Professor Snape said Draco and I had the best dance in the hall, not to mention, the whole 'school.'"
"Pansy Parkinson!" Cal spat. Draco didn't even know about this * grand * dance thing! He probably doesn't even know how to dance." Pansy shut up and turned to her bed. "I saw you and I asked you two to dance and you didn't even try! Draco said, 'what dance, Pansy?' and you just walked off, shaking your butt with it!" Every girl who was surrounding her gasped.
"It's not true!" Pansy cried, "who do you believe, Mehgan? Me or Cal?" Pansy sat down on her bed than stood up again. "Who? Tell me right now! Everyone answers Pansy Parkinson!" But Mehgan remained silent. She then spoke up, her squeaky voice shaky. She took off her glasses, polished them, then put them back on.
"I b-believe C-Cal," she stuttered, obviously afraid of Pansy's reaction. Mehgan was sitting by Amy Smith, who was sitting by Cal. Mehgan crawled behind Amy and by Cal's back.
"Good job, Mehgan! It's about time you spoke for yourself!" Cal congratulated her. Cal now had a Slytherin friend. She was a little dorky, but that didn't matter to Cal.
"T-thanks," Meghan answered. 'Now all I have to teach her is to get contacts and stop stuttering,' Cal thought to herself. Cal nearly laughed aloud, but she decided not to laugh at Mehgan. Mehgan had it pretty hard; people were always pushing her around and calling her, 'Geek' and 'Dork.'
"Ughhhhhh!" Pansy cried. She plopped down on her bed. "No one believes me these days! I thought you were my friend, Mehgan Astoniana LaenHall!" Mehgan looked as if someone had just hit her hard in the face. "Oh yeah, who am I to like you? I am way too popular for you! You're just some useless dork!" Pansy threw off the covers of her bed and nearly ripped up the canopy. Cal could have sworn she saw a tear in * Pansy's * eye. She shook her head. 'No, not Pansy,' she told herself. 'She isn't very sensitive.'
" I'm sorry, Pansy," Meghan said softly. No one heard her.
"What?"
"I'm sorry, Pansy."
"What?"
"I'M SORRY, PANSY!" That was just about how high Mehgan's squeaky voice could go. Mehgan clutched her throat and tried to scream, but her voice was going. Cal leapt off her bed. She ran towards Mehgan, who had fallen off the bed.
"Mehgan?" she screamed. "Mehgan?" Mehgan was turning into something. Something furry-some kind of animal.
"Get Snape!" Cal screamed at Amy. Amy ran out of the dormitory, screaming, "Snape! Snape! PROFESSOR SNAPE!" Finally Snape had entered the dormitory. The girls screamed. They * were * very embarrassed, seeing that a teacher was in the girl's dormitory.
"What the hell is going to happen to her?" Evangeline had come. She fainted when she saw Mehgan. Snape caught her and put her on Amy's bed.
"She's had an unexpected attack-what a minute!" Snape was saying, "she didn't have an unexpected attack-you can't tell me she * didn't* know she was an Animagus?" The girls looked at one another. Amy mouthed to Cal, 'What's an Animagi or whatever?'
"What's an Animagus?" Cal asked Snape. Snape explained to them what it was. Cal was shocked. Evangeline was up and was * more shocked * than everyone in the whole room.
"She's-she's-one of them?" she managed to get in. "W-what? That's not possible-"
"And why is it not possible, Miss Evangeline?" asked Snape. "Seeing that she is only in first year, anything is possible. Now that this whole thing is over, start getting ready for breakfast, right this minute. Chop chop!" the girls that were on Cal's bed left, and headed to their own. "I will be going now. Good-bye." The girls couldn't stop talking about Mehgan. Apparently, Mehgan couldn't take the pressure and merely fainted. Mehgan woke up about 5 minutes after Snape left. Girls were surrounding her and asking her various questions. 'Are you ill?' was one of them, 'are you okay? Was it too much pressure?' was another. Cal wanted to talk to Mehgan in private, so she didn't ask any questions to Mehgan, seeing that she was too busy answering stupid questions. No one noticed Cal slip out of the dormitory. She was about to leave the common room, and no one noticed, except for Draco.
"What do you want, Draco?" asked Cal. "Do you want to bug me more, or what?" she turned her back on him and shut the common room door on his face. Cal could hear him opening the common room door, but she didn't turn around. She headed to the Great Hall. Draco had * apparently * caught up. He was running, but Cal still didn't turn to greet him.
"Cal!" he was screaming. "Cal! I want to patch things up! Please? Please? I'm not with Pansy anymore! I dumped her for you! I dumped her because I just wanted to get with * you *!" Cal had a mad temptation to turn around and yell, "Too bad! Why don't you just * get * with Pansy because I already have a boyfriend, in case you haven't noticed!" But she didn't. Instead, she turned around to face him, shook her head and turned her back on him.
"Why don't you get me?" Draco cried, his * yell * turning into a miserable sob. Draco was * crying *, just for her. For her. But Cal couldn't dump Adam for a boy as Stupid as Draco. She already had a clean relationship with Adam; and she didn't need Draco ruining everything. Besides, it was probably just a trick he and Pansy were playing. At this time, Cal didn't know what to say. Draco wouldn't really cry, would he? Would he joke about being dumped by Pansy? No. Cal didn't even know what to think. Draco and Pansy really were having a hard week. 'Why should I be feeling sorry for them?' Cal asked herself. 'They were never really friendly to me. So why should I?' Cal thought and thought, but never came up with an answer.
Disclaimer: None of these characters besides Catty, Cal, Adaml and Angel are mine.
A/N: I tried to look at my reviews and than the computer said 'story not found.' Has this happened to anyone lately? Has the computer stopped you from reviewing? I'll try and fix it.
Anyway, I would like to thank all the people who reviewed my story so far. Please review more!
Also, another thing I would like to point out is that I made this chapter 7 because ff.net said my last chapter was chapter 6 but on my computer it said chapter 4. I changed it to make it more accurate, kk? Okay, enough with the authors note. Read on!
* Begginning of Chapter 7 *
Everytime Cal would pass Hermione in the hallways, Hermione would have a mischevious smile on her face. Cal would smile back, but she couldn't help but wonder what Hermione was smiling about.
"Catty?" Cal leaned to the side and whispered. The Gryffindors and Slytherins were in Herbology. Professor Sprout was lecturing about a 'Chi- Chi-Yama' Plant which stops constant nail-growing.
"What?" Catty turned sideways to face Cal.
"Something is with Hermione," Cal said, looking up to see if Professor Sprout was looking, 'everytime I pass her in the hallways she is always looking all-well, mysterious."
"So?" Catty asked.
"Do you think she is up to something-?" before Cal could continue, Professor Sprout cut into their conversation.
"What is so important, girls?" she asked. Catty and Cal were silent. "Thank-you. Please stop talking and pay attention."
Cal wanted to yell, "why should we pay attention? You're saying the same things over and over and this plant has a really lame name and what's so important about it?" but she didn't. What was so important about stopping constant nail growing anyway? What kind of wizard or witch would put a hex like that on someone?
Instead, Cal sighed and said, "Sorry Professor." Catty did the same. They both stared at each other and mouthed things to each other during classes. Finally it was lunch break. As soon as Cal was out of History of Magic, which she had with the Ravenclaws, Cal decided to find Catty. It was nearing to January 2nd, and she still didn't have a dance partner. It was already past Christmas; in fact, that day was December 31. She really needed to find a dance partner! Unless she wanted to go partnerless. That was also a choice.
Catty was going with Ron, Harry was going with Hermione, Draco was going with Pansy, and Justin asked Angel to go with him, and Catty made her say yes. There was no one left, unless Cal would ask a person she didn't know. She would go for that. She looked around, no one seemed to want to go with her. All the first year boys were with their friends, or with 'their' dance partners. Cal spotted a boy leaning against the wall, all by himself. Cal ran towards him.
"Hi," she told him shyly. She saw on his robes that he was a Ravenclaw. "What's your name?" she asked him.
"Adam Allen," he said.
"Well, I'm Cal McRobinson," Cal said. "Would you like to come to the dance with me?" she asked quickly.
"Sure," he said, "you're the first one to ask me that. No one likes me, that's why. I was quite sure you were heading towards that boy over there." He pointed right at Malfoy. "No one even knows I'm alive. Are you a first year?" he asked Cal.
"Yes," Cal replied.
"I am too," Adam said. "So, uh.. I saw you at History Of Magic." Cal didn't even remember seeing him there. Seeing that the boy was depressed that no one noticed him, she nodded.
"I saw you too," she lied. In fact, she wasn't even paying attention to the boy. She was writing all over her parchment.
"Well, uh, okay," Adam said. He looked extremely shy and happy at the same time, just about how Cal felt. "Meet me at the Ravenclaw Tower," he said to her before he turned around, "and we'll walk to the dance together."
As soon as Adam was out of ear shot, Cal danced around with joy until the end of lunch break. She then proceeded to her classes, and she couldn't stop thinking about Adam and about how fun the dance would be. She almost forgot about Malfoy. She was thinking so much about Adam that her quill snapped in Charms. Catty looked concerned. Cal never normally broke her quills; but today was a special occasion. Catty passed Cal a note when Professor Flitwick wasn't looking. Cal didn't notice it until Catty gave her a shove on the shoulder. On the note, Catty had scribbled,
'What is wrong with you? You look all dreamy.'
Cal scribbled back,
'I asked this totally cute guy to go to the dance with me! He said I was the first one to ask him and that he wasn't even noticed at this school. But he is sooooo cute! Could you believe it?!'
Catty didn't scribble anything back until all classes were over. Catty spotted her at dinner and waved. Cal waved back. Cal then looked around for Adam. Adam was at his table finishing some mashed potatoes. She shouted across the room, "Adam!" No one heard her except for Adam because all the other students were in their own conversation. Adam turned and waved. Cal waved extremely fast and smiled hard. Cal turned to the side and saw Malfoy staring at her. Cal glared. 'Draco saw me wave at Adam! He deserves it! Holding Pansy's hand behind my back, the git!' she thought. Of course, Draco was sitting with Pansy. Cal had the urge (once again) to run over to Draco and Pansy and punch them BOTH hard in the face. They were both gits with nothing good to do.
"Hello?" someone's hand was in her face. The girl who was sitting by her at the Slytherin table saw the (once again) dreamy look on Cal's face and was waving her hand in Cal's face.
"Hi," said Cal. "I'm down to earth again. No need to wave me awake, you know." The girl was by the name of Risma Charter, (weird name I know) and she had wild red hair. Her blue eyes danced in the light.
"Well, just making sure." Risma proceeded to her food. Cal couldn't help but stare at Adam, the way he ate, the way he chewed, the way he swallowed-Cal paused for a split second to think. If it weren't for Dumbledore, there wouldn't be a dance! If it weren't for the dance, she wouldn't have met Adam. Everything had a purpose! It was like Cal was MEANT to meet Adam. Cal didn't really know Adam that well and she had asked him to go to the dance with her. She stared at him long and hard and yet she still couldn't relate to anything he did. She had to face it; they had nothing in common. But that didn't stop Cal from having a mad crush on him, did it? After dinner, Cal 'proceeded' to the common room. She saw Malfoy and Pansy sitting on the couch together (already snug in the common room), watching the fire. Cal hid behind the wall, and listened closely to what they were talking about. She should have the right to know. Besides, what did Malfoy see in Pansy? What did Pansy have that Cal didn't?
'Oh, Draco, how could you have liked that witch?' Pansy was saying. Cal knew there was two kind of witches. Witch one-the one with magical powers. Witch two-evil disgusting, menacing, girl. Cal knew Pansy meant Witch two.
'I don't know,' Draco answered stupidly. 'What a moron!' Cal thought. 'They don't even know I'm here. They really need to sharpen their hearing sense.'
"Pansy, I know I already asked you this, but the stupid Weasley twins- " (Cal could not believe what was coming out of Malfoy's mouth. First he was betraying her, and now he was betraying all the Weasleys and Harry would be the next one he would betray! Then Catty, then Hermione and then Angel!) "-and I did not hear you. Would you like to come to the dance with me? I know you will say yes and all, but I was just making sure."
"Of course I do, Draco, Honey." Draco? HONEY? 'What the hell is wrong with Pansy?' Cal thought, 'soon she will be serving Malfoy's breakfast and then choosing his robes for the next school day and then brushing his hair- ' The thought made Cal angry. 'Why should I care?' she told herself, 'they were both gits anyway.'
Cal decided to make a grand entrance. She walked out from behind the wall and plopped herself on the couch aside from Pansy and Draco. Draco had his arm slung around Pansy's shoulders. "Hullo there, gitlings," she said. She grabbed a piece of chocolate from the table. "How are you today? First year flings, I see," she said, pulling herself to another piece of chocolate, which was indeed a Milk Buttercream.
"Shut up, 'gitling'!" Draco said. He kissed Pansy on the cheek. Pansy shone with delight. "You're a first year too. So what are you talking about, first year 'flings'?"
"Don't you dare say gitling!" Cal cried, "that's my word! I made it up! And I heard your little conversation. Since when are the Weasley twins stupid? Huh? I thought they were your friends! I thought Ron was your friend! I thought Harry was! And Hermione! And Angel! And Catty! And me! I guess I thought wrong!"
"You did, indeed," Draco said cooly. "You always think wrong."
"Draco Malfoy!" Cal exploded, "you were the one who said, 'please, please, Cal! Won't you love me too? Will you please?' wasn't that you? Yes it was you! So don't go insulting me, Lover Boy! Two timing (I couldn't help but make her say this, even if she was only 11 years old) bitch!"
Draco's jaw dropped. "How dare you call a Malfoy a-a-bitch," he managed to get out after Cal's explosion.
"How dare you two-time a McRobinson!" and that was it. Cal turned around hot on her heel and headed up the stairs. "See you in hell! Wait, what am I talking about? Only you and Pansy will go to hell!"
Cal sat on her four poster and thought. 'What was I thinking?' she thought angrily, 'he was the one who had a crush on me. He was the one who always admired me and made jokes with me. But on the other hand, he two- timed me and he acting really rude at times. What should I do? should I go and 'get him back'?'
Cal thought and thought until she heard Pansy come up the steps into the dormitory. Cal hurried into her blankets and pretended she was asleep. Pansy muttered a few words to herself like, 'Cal', and 'Draco,' and 'witch,' and 'myself.' She than turned herself over and slept. Then Cal had her idea.
At breakfast next morning, Cal (very secretively) put the jar of 'Bear's Honey' into her robes pocket. It didn't matter to her if her robes felt sticky all through classes, but she just wanted to get the honey into the dormitory and hide it in her blankets, so when Pansy was asleep, she could pour honey all over the floor and all over her face, and than when Pansy tosses and turns and wakes up, Cal would be already in her bed, innocent. It was perfect. It wa sweet revenge.
Classes ended, and it was soon dinner. Cal tried her best to act very innocent during dinner, and Cal could feel Draco getting worried-'wait!' she told herself, 'why am I thinking of Draco? I don't even like him. He won't be struck with worry, he's too busy talking to Pansy.' Cal turned her head to Draco and saw him talking to Pansy. Cal nearly forgot about the dance, but that night when Pansy was asleep, she had seen a sign by Pansy's bed saying 'Dance tomorrow! Don't forget to take Draco!' Which made Cal madder. Pansy was fast asleep and snoring. Cal slowly took out the honey, and made her way to Pansy's face. She smeared it all over the floor by the the foot of Pansy's bed, so she would trip when she got up. She smeared it all over her face and hair, and all over her pajamas. Pansy didn't even notice. Cal climbed into bed that night feeling very satisfied.
*Next Day *
"It's the dance day today!" Cal sang as she got out of her bed with excitement. "I can be with Adam once more!" Pansy was still asleep. Cal waited for her to get up. After about half and hour of waiting, Pansy stirred and got up.
"Agggggghhhhh!" she screamed, loud enough for the whole castle to hear. "I have honey all over me! All over my hair, my face , the floor, my pajamas!" Pansy slid on the honey on the floor.
"Awww, Pansy, you alright?" asked Cal. "Did you hurt your little bosom?"
"YOU!" Pansy said, crying. "You, you did it! You wretched witch! You put honey all over me! You did this while I was sleeping, didn't you? Didn't you? Huh? Huh? All because you're jealous of me and Draco's relationship! It was a better relationship than you could ever have!"
"Why would I be jealous of you, Pansy?" Cal snapped, 'Draco isn't really important to me, you know. He's just another guy now. I have a new friend. A new guy-friend." Pansy's face turned from angry to horrified.
"What?" she asked. She looked VERY shocked. "Someone actually-you're joking, aren't you? Just to make me feel guilty-" Pansy got up, her behind very sticky, and pointed her finger at Cal. "Wait, just wait! Wait until Draco and I have the best dance on the planet. You just wait and see." 'Pansy couldn't be promising me any good dance!' Cal thought. 'What does she mean by that? Is she going to make up some last-minute dance with Draco?' Cal shook her head. 'If she is, it's going to be a horrible one.'
That night, Cal spent hours and hours trying to get herself to look good. She pinned her hair up into a tight bun, but it fell apart within minutes. She tried putting on red dress robes that she had borrowed from Hermione, but when she tried them on, she hated it. Instead, she put on black dress robes. She put on some lipstick, but the first few times it had swiveled all over the place. She kept doing it and finally she got it right. She then applied eye shadow which almost went into her eye. That night, Cal decided something: she couldn't put on make-up for a million dollars. She finally decided on a hair style, which contained A LOT of mousse and gel. Cal's bangs went to the side. Cal had put her hair in a pony-tail, and braided up the hair in the pony-tail into little braids. She pulled all the braids into a bun, and with Evangeline's gel (She had asked her for it when she saw Evangeline putting it on) it stood upright.
Finally, she met Adam at the Ravenclaw tower. Adam was in a suit with a tie. His hair had been slinked back, and he looked VERY handsome from Cal's perspective. "Didn't know you had it in you, Adam." She walked over to him. She really didn't know Adam had it in him. She just saw him in robes the day before or the day before then.
"So, do you-uh-want to dance?" she asked.
"I don't dance," Adam admitted. "I'm really bad at it. I'd be shocked if I could actually bust a move."
"I'll teach you!" Cal cried. She grabbed Adam's arm, and swung him around and around. "See! It's not hard!"
"Alright, alright! It's not hard," Adam said, and to Cal's pleasure, smiled his * golden * smile. Cal smiled back. She could feel her cheeks go red, and she looked at the floor. "Are you okay?" Adam asked. He took two fingers and pulled her chin up. "Chin up," he said, "stand tall. You deserve too. You taught me how to dance and when I didn't have my self -confidence, you gave it to me. Thank you."
Cal's cheeks turned redder. "Uh, no problem?" she said. She didn't know what to say. Actually, she * really * didn't know what to say. She was very shy around Adam, and she was trying her best not to say something wrong.
"C'mon," Adam coaxed, "let's go dance some more." He made an attempt to grab her arm, but once he saw Cal had sat down, he pulled back. "Punch?" he asked. Cal nodded slowly. As he left, Cal's brain was stuffed with thoughts. 'What if you say something wrong?' a voice was saying. Another voice was saying, 'She won't! She won't! Besides, if she does, why would Adam care? He is a very sweet boy, Cal.' Cal shook her head as Adam was back in sight. "Hey again!" he said. "The dance is going to end soon. It's already 11:15 and the dance ends at 12:00 midnight!" his face shone with glee. "I just love the midnight hour! The good thing about it is that the minute before is another day, and then the next is a new day."
"You're pretty creative," Cal commented. "I like it." Cal was * really * quite impressed. She didn't like * dull * people. She liked * wild * people. She liked people with a sense of creativity and humor. Adam smiled. Right then, Cal knew Adam Allen was the one for her. She had that feeling with Draco once before, but then-she shook her head. 'Nuh-uh,' she told herself, 'don't go thinking about stupid Draco.'
Cal glanced over at Pansy and Draco to see their * grand * dance. Pansy was saying something to Draco, and Draco was shaking his head. Cal smiled. 'Probably doesn't dance,' she told herself as she laughed out loud.
"What is so funny, Cal?" asked Adam. He looked very cute when he was inquisitive. Adam had a mysterious smile on his face, (which made Cal feel all mushy inside) and looked very desperate to know. "I would like to know what's * chilling * with my girl." Cal would have hated it if Draco had called her * his girl. * But instead, she smiled a natural smile and enjoyed this pleasure.
A.N.: Oh no, is she getting feelings of ecstasy? Oh yeah, I forgot. They're only in first year.
Cal grabbed Adam's hand. Instead of telling him, she was going to show him. She dragged him across the floor to Draco and Pansy. "Hey, Pansy! What about your * grand * dance, huh?" Pansy looked very shocked to see someone as cute as Adam with Cal.
"What 'grand dance'?" Draco demanded. Pansy glanced at Draco for a split second and then turned her head to Cal and glared. She mouthed, 'I will get you for embarrassing me.' Cal nearly laughed out loud. 'Why would she get me for something as stupid as this? Why is she embarrassed?' Cal thought. 'She's just threatening me, probably.'
"Well, Draco.. It's nothing really.. Do you want to stun them with our FANTASTIC moves?" Pansy asked nervously. She glanced sideways at him. Adam seemed like he was about to laugh as well. "Draco!" Pansy snapped. "Wake up, get out of dreamland and ANSWER ME!" Cal's jaw dropped. 'Is she normally this harsh on Draco? Maybe she made him go out with her because no one else would.' "What?" Pansy asked. Draco remained silent. Draco turned his head and mouthed to Pansy something like, 'I don't dance, remember? Why did you tell them I could dance?' Cal shook her head. 'No. it's not like Draco. he said he wanted to dance with me on the dance and that's when the fight happened. so he was lying to impress me!? But what would he do when I found out?'
"You guys, I'm gonna go get some punch," Pansy said with clenched teeth. She grabbed Draco's arm and flounced away.
"What a poor sport," Cal told Adam as she and Draco * ran * off. Adam nodded in agreement. 'I really like Adam,' Cal told herself, 'more than I did when I first saw Draco. He is really nice, and he agrees with mostly everything.'
"I know," Adam said after a moment's silence, "she is sooo-ugh. D'you know what I mean? She is so harsh on Draco and Draco still hangs around with her. That's why those two are so stupid." Cal completely forgot she was in Slytherin when she was around Adam. She felt warm and soft, almost like a Hufflepuff. She never felt like that with Draco. Maybe it was because Draco liked her and she only liked him in the begginning.
"I *so * know what you mean, Adam. I can't believe Draco used to like me." Cal suddenly covered her mouth in shock. 'Was I supposed to tell him that?' she asked herself. 'Mental Note to self: Adam wouldn't get mad at me because someone liked me, right? He's nice.' Cal had an idea! "We have * BLACK MAIL! *"
Adam nodded. "We do, we do indeed," he said logically.
"You sound like Dumbledore," Cal laughed. "Are you mad at me because of that Draco thing?"
"Now why the heck would I be mad at you for some stupid boy to have a crush on you as well? Everybody loves you, Cal, and you know it." Before Cal could see it happening, Adam had * planted * a kiss on her lips. The people dancing around them stopped and stared. Catty, Angel and Hermione were the girls in the front. Suddenly Catty started clapping. Everyone did after that. Cal couldn't even hear it. Fireworks were shooting behind her eyelids, in her brain. As soon as it started, it ended.
"Oooooooooooooooohhhh!" Catty cried as the dance finally ended. "Now how many kisses have you had so far this year in Hogwarts, Cal?" Cal paused to think. One very *unexpected * one from Draco, and another from Adam. To tell you the truth, she liked the one with Adam a lot better. Her twin was there, clapping and cheering, and it was with the one she loved.
"Two, one from Draco and one from Adam." Someone tapped her shoulder. Cal turned around and saw Adam right there. Cal could feel her heart beating faster then ever, and she motioned to Catty that she would be there in a second. Catty shot her a * good luck with the guy * look.
"Cal, may I escort you to one more dance?" he asked. He reached his hand out and pointed to the trashed Great Hall. 'Please? No one's here, and the D.J.'S boom box is still here. I want it to be a slow song."
Cal nodded. "Okay," she said. She headed towards the dance floor, Adam behind her. Cal had not a worry in her mind; she wasn't worried about how she told Catty she'd be there in a second but really she would be there in like an hour. She wasn't worrying about blackmail, or Pansy and Draco and getting them back, and she * definetely * wasn't worrying about schoolwork.
"So. uh. what song do you want to hear?" asked Adam. Cal could tell he was kind of shy too, and she just knew that she * shouldn't * be shy because Adam liked her the way she was, even if words came out the wrong way.
"How about. 'This is how much I love you?'" Cal asked. This was a very slow song, just as she and Adam liked it. Adam grasped her right hand, and placed her left hand on his hip. They waltzed; and then listened to a very fast song. It was a great night. Finally they left the deserted hall. Adam said he would drop her off at the Slytherin Tower.
"You know what?" Adam asked. "You don't even seem like a 'Slytherin' to me. They should have placed you in Ravenclaw or Gryffindor. You really aren't Slytherin." Cal winced. She * disliked * it when Adam kept saying she was a Slytherin.
"You don't know how much I wanted to be in Slytherin," Cal said. "But now I regret it. Now I want to be in Gryffindor or Ravenclaw."
"It's okay," Adam whispered. "It doesn't matter what house you're in, I still love you." * Smooch smooch. * A private kiss! How romantic!
* Next Day *
Cal woke up. "It was a dream!" she cried. "It was so a fairytale!" All the girls were around her, staring at her. It was around 9:00 and Cal had slept in because it was a Saturday. Was Adam just a dream?
"What was it like to kiss someone, Cal?" a girl asked. Her name was Meghan. "Was it mushy? Was it sweet? Did it taste like chicken?"
"Hard to believe you're a Slytherin, Meghan. You should have been a Hufflepuff. I don't see but a trace of Slytheriness in you." Meghan remained silent. She looked down at the ground.
"Hey," said Pansy, approaching all the girls surrounding Cal's bed. "You know what's 'awesome?' Professor Snape said Draco and I had the best dance in the hall, not to mention, the whole 'school.'"
"Pansy Parkinson!" Cal spat. Draco didn't even know about this * grand * dance thing! He probably doesn't even know how to dance." Pansy shut up and turned to her bed. "I saw you and I asked you two to dance and you didn't even try! Draco said, 'what dance, Pansy?' and you just walked off, shaking your butt with it!" Every girl who was surrounding her gasped.
"It's not true!" Pansy cried, "who do you believe, Mehgan? Me or Cal?" Pansy sat down on her bed than stood up again. "Who? Tell me right now! Everyone answers Pansy Parkinson!" But Mehgan remained silent. She then spoke up, her squeaky voice shaky. She took off her glasses, polished them, then put them back on.
"I b-believe C-Cal," she stuttered, obviously afraid of Pansy's reaction. Mehgan was sitting by Amy Smith, who was sitting by Cal. Mehgan crawled behind Amy and by Cal's back.
"Good job, Mehgan! It's about time you spoke for yourself!" Cal congratulated her. Cal now had a Slytherin friend. She was a little dorky, but that didn't matter to Cal.
"T-thanks," Meghan answered. 'Now all I have to teach her is to get contacts and stop stuttering,' Cal thought to herself. Cal nearly laughed aloud, but she decided not to laugh at Mehgan. Mehgan had it pretty hard; people were always pushing her around and calling her, 'Geek' and 'Dork.'
"Ughhhhhh!" Pansy cried. She plopped down on her bed. "No one believes me these days! I thought you were my friend, Mehgan Astoniana LaenHall!" Mehgan looked as if someone had just hit her hard in the face. "Oh yeah, who am I to like you? I am way too popular for you! You're just some useless dork!" Pansy threw off the covers of her bed and nearly ripped up the canopy. Cal could have sworn she saw a tear in * Pansy's * eye. She shook her head. 'No, not Pansy,' she told herself. 'She isn't very sensitive.'
" I'm sorry, Pansy," Meghan said softly. No one heard her.
"What?"
"I'm sorry, Pansy."
"What?"
"I'M SORRY, PANSY!" That was just about how high Mehgan's squeaky voice could go. Mehgan clutched her throat and tried to scream, but her voice was going. Cal leapt off her bed. She ran towards Mehgan, who had fallen off the bed.
"Mehgan?" she screamed. "Mehgan?" Mehgan was turning into something. Something furry-some kind of animal.
"Get Snape!" Cal screamed at Amy. Amy ran out of the dormitory, screaming, "Snape! Snape! PROFESSOR SNAPE!" Finally Snape had entered the dormitory. The girls screamed. They * were * very embarrassed, seeing that a teacher was in the girl's dormitory.
"What the hell is going to happen to her?" Evangeline had come. She fainted when she saw Mehgan. Snape caught her and put her on Amy's bed.
"She's had an unexpected attack-what a minute!" Snape was saying, "she didn't have an unexpected attack-you can't tell me she * didn't* know she was an Animagus?" The girls looked at one another. Amy mouthed to Cal, 'What's an Animagi or whatever?'
"What's an Animagus?" Cal asked Snape. Snape explained to them what it was. Cal was shocked. Evangeline was up and was * more shocked * than everyone in the whole room.
"She's-she's-one of them?" she managed to get in. "W-what? That's not possible-"
"And why is it not possible, Miss Evangeline?" asked Snape. "Seeing that she is only in first year, anything is possible. Now that this whole thing is over, start getting ready for breakfast, right this minute. Chop chop!" the girls that were on Cal's bed left, and headed to their own. "I will be going now. Good-bye." The girls couldn't stop talking about Mehgan. Apparently, Mehgan couldn't take the pressure and merely fainted. Mehgan woke up about 5 minutes after Snape left. Girls were surrounding her and asking her various questions. 'Are you ill?' was one of them, 'are you okay? Was it too much pressure?' was another. Cal wanted to talk to Mehgan in private, so she didn't ask any questions to Mehgan, seeing that she was too busy answering stupid questions. No one noticed Cal slip out of the dormitory. She was about to leave the common room, and no one noticed, except for Draco.
"What do you want, Draco?" asked Cal. "Do you want to bug me more, or what?" she turned her back on him and shut the common room door on his face. Cal could hear him opening the common room door, but she didn't turn around. She headed to the Great Hall. Draco had * apparently * caught up. He was running, but Cal still didn't turn to greet him.
"Cal!" he was screaming. "Cal! I want to patch things up! Please? Please? I'm not with Pansy anymore! I dumped her for you! I dumped her because I just wanted to get with * you *!" Cal had a mad temptation to turn around and yell, "Too bad! Why don't you just * get * with Pansy because I already have a boyfriend, in case you haven't noticed!" But she didn't. Instead, she turned around to face him, shook her head and turned her back on him.
"Why don't you get me?" Draco cried, his * yell * turning into a miserable sob. Draco was * crying *, just for her. For her. But Cal couldn't dump Adam for a boy as Stupid as Draco. She already had a clean relationship with Adam; and she didn't need Draco ruining everything. Besides, it was probably just a trick he and Pansy were playing. At this time, Cal didn't know what to say. Draco wouldn't really cry, would he? Would he joke about being dumped by Pansy? No. Cal didn't even know what to think. Draco and Pansy really were having a hard week. 'Why should I be feeling sorry for them?' Cal asked herself. 'They were never really friendly to me. So why should I?' Cal thought and thought, but never came up with an answer.