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CHAPTER 4: Slytherin Common Room
She was a witch, her mum was a witch. Harry was her cousin and now she is in Hogwarts. She was in Slytherin. She couldn't believe it. She could not digest the information that has just been given to her by Professor Dumbledore. Even now, as Draco was leading her to the Slytherin common room, she was walking as if in midair, it was as if she was floating down the corridor, dazed and confused.
"Hey," she heard Draco say. "We're here."
"Here," she asked. "Oh, here." She realized that they were standing in front of the portrait that guarded the Slytherin common room.
"Pureblood," Draco said. Then the portrait swung open revealing the common room.
"Well, come in," said Draco seeing that Chammy was still rooted to the ground outside the door.
"Yes, of course," she said absentmindedly, but she did enter the room.
She wasn't sure how or when, but she was able to get into her dormitory, (which she shared with Pansy Parkinson, and two other Slytherin 5th years, Kirsten Perry and Leona Te), and got her stuff ready for the hectic schedule she had for the next day.
Climbing down the spiral staircase into the common room, she found Draco sitting on a lush emerald velvet couch with Crabbe and Goyle out of sight. She slowly hesitated towards Draco, but was beaten to him by Pansy who immediately sat on Draco's lap.
"Pansy," Draco growled, "I'm trying to think." Then he pushed Pansy off of him with a loud thud as her big behind hit the carpeted floor.
"Ouch," she said softly as she rubbed her arse. "Draco, what's with you today? You seem pretty far away." Pansy said, not getting the hint that Draco wanted to be left alone.
Draco hissed at her finally sending her away simpering. Chammy then backed off noting that he wanted privacy.
"Hey Chammy," she heard Draco call out. "Where you going?"
"Uh, somewhere,' she muttered still unsure of where to head off to.
"Come here," he said.
"Uh, why?" she asked, "I thought you wanted to be left alone."
"No, I just don't want Parkinson around, she's just so. so. clingy."
"Oh, I see," said Chammy as she sat beside Draco. "Now, what do you want from me?"
"Nothing really," Draco said with a frown. "I'm just really confused. And I bloody hate this feeling. Dammit! Do I have to be nice to you? Or should I despise you just as I despise Potter?"
Chammy had a feeling that he was talking to himself rather than to her.
"I mean," Draco continued, "I'm in Slytherin, and I'm suppose to hate Potter and his friends, and Merlin knows that I do, bloody hell. So what am I suppose to do with you? Alright, alright, you are in Slytherin as well. But still, you're a Potter, you're his cousin."
"So? I'm not him. why are you so pissed at him in the first place? Do you even know why?" asked Chammy.
"Of course I know why!"
"Then why?"
"Ummm."
"Ummm. what?!"
"Stop rushing me! Blimey, I do know why I hate Potter. I hate him 'cos he hates me."
"Oh sod off Draco. That's no excuse. And besides, do you even know if he DOES hate you? Bet not," Chammy said.
"Well, I know why I hate him. it was years ago, the first time we met on the Hogwarts Express. Dumb git turned down my friendship, my alliance. Stupid idiot didn't know what was good for him. Turned me down, did he? ME?! A Malfoy?! Doesn't he know how better I am than that stupid Weasel? And that bucktoothed Mudblood?!" Draco exclaimed.
"Why Mr Malfoy," Chammy said in amusement, "If I didn't know better, I'd say your jealous of the friendship he has shared with Ron and Hermione."
"What?! If you think that, then it's true. You don't know any better!" Draco said. Then he quickly stood up and exited the common room door with a loud slam.
Chammy just looked on with laughter in her eyes.
**** On the Hogwarts grounds ****
"Bloody hell, am I jealous." Malfoy said to no one in particular as he walked mindlessly around the grounds. "Jealous my arse!"
He wasn't jealous. He just couldn't take rejection. And from Potter no less. Who does he think he is? Just because he got himself an ugly scar on his forehead doesn't make him better than the lot. And Chammy, that prat, had to go and think of such nonsense. She was being terribly difficult. And Draco was unsure of how to treat her. Sure, it would have been easy if she were plainly Potter's cousin. He would just have to torment and ridicule her just as he did Potter's other friends. But this was different.
Chammy was in Slytherin, the daughter of the most powerful witch who wasn't able to prove herself, a witch whom Voldemort craves, strives, for. She was powerful, although now not yet seen. Draco knew that once Chammy would start her lessons, she could be even more of a witch than that mudblood Granger could ever be. And heck, more than he himself.
Draco sat underneath a tree beside the lake as he stared of to nowhere in particular. Chammy. It's a good thing she is siding with Dumbledore and his allies. No matter how much Lucius-like Draco was he despised his father. He used to fear his father, but that fear turned into hatred as the years went by.
Draco suffered terribly under Lucius. "It's for your own good, son." His father used to say. Lucius dreamed that Draco would follow in his footsteps and turn out to be a death eater himself. But Draco thought otherwise, he had his own plans.
He wanted to become more than just a person people feared. He did not want to become a death eater, under Voldemort, always there at the "Lord's" beck and call. He wanted to become his own man. He wanted to be himself. And even though that "self" loved to tease Mudbloods and cause agony towards those he thought to be below him, he did not wish to cause fear all throughout the wizarding world. It was not his cup of tea. Power was one thing, but the abuse of it is another. Surprisingly, Draco cared for the first and not for the latter. He wanted to become powerful, yes. But not feared. Being the Minister of Magic was more up his alley than being a death eater.
But now back to Chammy. He didn't know how the hell he would treat her. Hours went by and Draco found himself to be hungry. He looked back at the castle and saw the Great Hall filled with lights. Probably dinner time already. So he went in, and decided that he would take it in stride. He would treat Chammy in mere reciprocation of how she treats him. She be nice to him, he be nice to her. She bitch out on him, he takes revenge and torments her. Draco smiled to himself; satisfied with the solution he came up with.
**** Slytherin common room ****
Chammy got ready for dinner, she was dressed in her black work robes with the Slytherin crest sewn into it, and underneath that she had on the school uniform.
When Chammy came back to her dormitory after her encounter with Draco she found all the things she'll need in a trunk by the foot of her four-poster bed. She felt weird dressed up in this strange clothing but even weirder as she clutched the wand she had bought earlier.
Mr Olivander had been summoned by Professor Dumbledore earlier that day to find Chammy a wand. She got herself a 10-½ inch wand made of maple that contained a hair from a tail of a phoenix and a strand of hair from a unicorn's mane.
She examined the wand, turning it over and over carefully. She then tried out one of the spells she could remember from the stories.
"Lumos," she blurted out hesitantly with a flick of her wrist. She held out the wand in surprise as the tip glowed brightly.
"Now how in the name of Merlin do I get it to stop shining?!" she said incredulously.
Chammy racked her brain for the spell to turn it off. Finally, 10 minutes later, she remembered the spell. "Nox," she said and the light went out.
Suddenly the bedroom door flew open with the harassed looking Leona entered the room.
"Dinner, hurry. Dumbledore. Announcement, about you, have to be there, " Leona said in a heavy breath.
"All right, I'll be there," said Chammy as she followed Leona out of the common room and down to the Great Hall.
__________________________ End of Chapter 4
R/R please! Thanx again to those who have reviewed. Thanx!
Disclaimer: This is not purely mine. Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling as well as the main idea of it all. I only own the plot and Chammy and other small characters.
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CHAPTER 4: Slytherin Common Room
She was a witch, her mum was a witch. Harry was her cousin and now she is in Hogwarts. She was in Slytherin. She couldn't believe it. She could not digest the information that has just been given to her by Professor Dumbledore. Even now, as Draco was leading her to the Slytherin common room, she was walking as if in midair, it was as if she was floating down the corridor, dazed and confused.
"Hey," she heard Draco say. "We're here."
"Here," she asked. "Oh, here." She realized that they were standing in front of the portrait that guarded the Slytherin common room.
"Pureblood," Draco said. Then the portrait swung open revealing the common room.
"Well, come in," said Draco seeing that Chammy was still rooted to the ground outside the door.
"Yes, of course," she said absentmindedly, but she did enter the room.
She wasn't sure how or when, but she was able to get into her dormitory, (which she shared with Pansy Parkinson, and two other Slytherin 5th years, Kirsten Perry and Leona Te), and got her stuff ready for the hectic schedule she had for the next day.
Climbing down the spiral staircase into the common room, she found Draco sitting on a lush emerald velvet couch with Crabbe and Goyle out of sight. She slowly hesitated towards Draco, but was beaten to him by Pansy who immediately sat on Draco's lap.
"Pansy," Draco growled, "I'm trying to think." Then he pushed Pansy off of him with a loud thud as her big behind hit the carpeted floor.
"Ouch," she said softly as she rubbed her arse. "Draco, what's with you today? You seem pretty far away." Pansy said, not getting the hint that Draco wanted to be left alone.
Draco hissed at her finally sending her away simpering. Chammy then backed off noting that he wanted privacy.
"Hey Chammy," she heard Draco call out. "Where you going?"
"Uh, somewhere,' she muttered still unsure of where to head off to.
"Come here," he said.
"Uh, why?" she asked, "I thought you wanted to be left alone."
"No, I just don't want Parkinson around, she's just so. so. clingy."
"Oh, I see," said Chammy as she sat beside Draco. "Now, what do you want from me?"
"Nothing really," Draco said with a frown. "I'm just really confused. And I bloody hate this feeling. Dammit! Do I have to be nice to you? Or should I despise you just as I despise Potter?"
Chammy had a feeling that he was talking to himself rather than to her.
"I mean," Draco continued, "I'm in Slytherin, and I'm suppose to hate Potter and his friends, and Merlin knows that I do, bloody hell. So what am I suppose to do with you? Alright, alright, you are in Slytherin as well. But still, you're a Potter, you're his cousin."
"So? I'm not him. why are you so pissed at him in the first place? Do you even know why?" asked Chammy.
"Of course I know why!"
"Then why?"
"Ummm."
"Ummm. what?!"
"Stop rushing me! Blimey, I do know why I hate Potter. I hate him 'cos he hates me."
"Oh sod off Draco. That's no excuse. And besides, do you even know if he DOES hate you? Bet not," Chammy said.
"Well, I know why I hate him. it was years ago, the first time we met on the Hogwarts Express. Dumb git turned down my friendship, my alliance. Stupid idiot didn't know what was good for him. Turned me down, did he? ME?! A Malfoy?! Doesn't he know how better I am than that stupid Weasel? And that bucktoothed Mudblood?!" Draco exclaimed.
"Why Mr Malfoy," Chammy said in amusement, "If I didn't know better, I'd say your jealous of the friendship he has shared with Ron and Hermione."
"What?! If you think that, then it's true. You don't know any better!" Draco said. Then he quickly stood up and exited the common room door with a loud slam.
Chammy just looked on with laughter in her eyes.
**** On the Hogwarts grounds ****
"Bloody hell, am I jealous." Malfoy said to no one in particular as he walked mindlessly around the grounds. "Jealous my arse!"
He wasn't jealous. He just couldn't take rejection. And from Potter no less. Who does he think he is? Just because he got himself an ugly scar on his forehead doesn't make him better than the lot. And Chammy, that prat, had to go and think of such nonsense. She was being terribly difficult. And Draco was unsure of how to treat her. Sure, it would have been easy if she were plainly Potter's cousin. He would just have to torment and ridicule her just as he did Potter's other friends. But this was different.
Chammy was in Slytherin, the daughter of the most powerful witch who wasn't able to prove herself, a witch whom Voldemort craves, strives, for. She was powerful, although now not yet seen. Draco knew that once Chammy would start her lessons, she could be even more of a witch than that mudblood Granger could ever be. And heck, more than he himself.
Draco sat underneath a tree beside the lake as he stared of to nowhere in particular. Chammy. It's a good thing she is siding with Dumbledore and his allies. No matter how much Lucius-like Draco was he despised his father. He used to fear his father, but that fear turned into hatred as the years went by.
Draco suffered terribly under Lucius. "It's for your own good, son." His father used to say. Lucius dreamed that Draco would follow in his footsteps and turn out to be a death eater himself. But Draco thought otherwise, he had his own plans.
He wanted to become more than just a person people feared. He did not want to become a death eater, under Voldemort, always there at the "Lord's" beck and call. He wanted to become his own man. He wanted to be himself. And even though that "self" loved to tease Mudbloods and cause agony towards those he thought to be below him, he did not wish to cause fear all throughout the wizarding world. It was not his cup of tea. Power was one thing, but the abuse of it is another. Surprisingly, Draco cared for the first and not for the latter. He wanted to become powerful, yes. But not feared. Being the Minister of Magic was more up his alley than being a death eater.
But now back to Chammy. He didn't know how the hell he would treat her. Hours went by and Draco found himself to be hungry. He looked back at the castle and saw the Great Hall filled with lights. Probably dinner time already. So he went in, and decided that he would take it in stride. He would treat Chammy in mere reciprocation of how she treats him. She be nice to him, he be nice to her. She bitch out on him, he takes revenge and torments her. Draco smiled to himself; satisfied with the solution he came up with.
**** Slytherin common room ****
Chammy got ready for dinner, she was dressed in her black work robes with the Slytherin crest sewn into it, and underneath that she had on the school uniform.
When Chammy came back to her dormitory after her encounter with Draco she found all the things she'll need in a trunk by the foot of her four-poster bed. She felt weird dressed up in this strange clothing but even weirder as she clutched the wand she had bought earlier.
Mr Olivander had been summoned by Professor Dumbledore earlier that day to find Chammy a wand. She got herself a 10-½ inch wand made of maple that contained a hair from a tail of a phoenix and a strand of hair from a unicorn's mane.
She examined the wand, turning it over and over carefully. She then tried out one of the spells she could remember from the stories.
"Lumos," she blurted out hesitantly with a flick of her wrist. She held out the wand in surprise as the tip glowed brightly.
"Now how in the name of Merlin do I get it to stop shining?!" she said incredulously.
Chammy racked her brain for the spell to turn it off. Finally, 10 minutes later, she remembered the spell. "Nox," she said and the light went out.
Suddenly the bedroom door flew open with the harassed looking Leona entered the room.
"Dinner, hurry. Dumbledore. Announcement, about you, have to be there, " Leona said in a heavy breath.
"All right, I'll be there," said Chammy as she followed Leona out of the common room and down to the Great Hall.
__________________________ End of Chapter 4
R/R please! Thanx again to those who have reviewed. Thanx!
Disclaimer: This is not purely mine. Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling as well as the main idea of it all. I only own the plot and Chammy and other small characters.