OOPS. I can't believe I misspelled "Slytherin" throughout the entire first chapter. *wonks head on table* Sorry about that...
Oh yea and I guess I need a disclaimer...I do not own Harry Potter. ok...
Chapter 2...
The next day, Hermione saw Teri in the library again.
"Oh, hello again," Hermione said. "Make any new friends yet? What are you up to today?"
"Not really. I'm looking for an interesting and not-too-dark book on the Dark Arts."
"That makes no sense whatsoever," Hermione said, looking perplexed.
"I just mean I'm looking for something related to the Dark Arts that neither promotes nor insults it nor teaches heinously evil things. Maybe something on a Dark creature or something," Teri replied, clarifying her previous comment.
"Oh. I know a good book on vampires," Hermione said, as she stood out of her chair. She walked to the shelf behind her, searched a bit, and then pulled an old book off the shelf. She returned to the table and handed it to Teri.
Teri skimmed the first page. "Wow, thanks. This is exactly what I was thinking...By the way when's breakfast?"
"Oh! We have to go. You can eat with Ron, Harry, and me," she replied, stuffing her books in her book bag. Teri followed after Hermione and they sat at the Gryffindor table next to a boy with black hair and a boy with fire red hair.
"Ron, Harry. I want you to introduce yourselves to Teri."
Harry put out his hand, "Hello, I'm Harry. Harry Potter." He almost grimaced, waiting for the inevitable "wow!" and "can I see your scar?". But to his luck, it didn't come.
She smiled and shook his hand, noticing how friendly his handshake was, as she said, "Hullo. I'm Teri."
He had to hide his surprise as Ron introduced himself. She hadn't gone nuts and gawked like mad like everyone else did when they met him
The platters soon filled themselves and they piled their plates with delicious food.
"So who did you eat with yesterday?" asked Ron.
"The Slytherin girls who're sharing their room with me. They were pretty boring so I'm glad for some new people."
"What did they talk about?'
"Mainly bragged about how pretty they were and talked about guys. Mainly that Malfoy since he's the only boy in Slytherin whose face is a normal shape. One girl in particular seemed set on him. I think her name was...Pansy? Yep. It was Pansy."
"Oh her. I can see why you got bored!"
"Heh..."
"Are you going to the quidditch match tomorrow?" Harry asked, as he forked some food into his mouth.
"Oh. That's tomorrow? Yes, of course. It sounds like fun. I hear you're quite the seeker, Harry."
"Well. I guess...eheh," he replied nervously. She smiled her quiet little grin and they went on with their meal.
The next day was bright and sunny. Perfect weather for quidditch. The stands were abuzz with excitement as the teams mounted their brooms and flew onto the field. There were cold gleams in both Draco's and Harry's eyes as they faced each other. Madam Hooch blew her whistle and the game began.
"Gryffindor in possession-Gryffindor chaser nearly misses bludger sent her way by Slytherin beater-taking it straight to the goal posts-it's going to be blocked-wait, no.-Slytherin keeper misses-Gryffindors score!"
The ball was put back into play. "Gryffindor in possession again-wait, no, Slytherin takes the quaffle-keeper speeding towards goal posts-oh! Nice save by Gryffindor keeper-Gryffindor back in possession."
Harry was till hovering above the game, searching for the snitch. Suddenly, he saw a green figure dart towards the stands. Preceding it was the snitch. Malfoy had seen the snitch before him! He sped off in a streak of crimson towards the snitch. His broom was much faster than Malfoy's so there was still a chance of him catching it first.
"Slytherin seeker sights the snitch-Gryffindor seeker follows-oh watch out-ohh-Slytherin seeker hit and knocked off his broom by a bludger sent his way by his own team's beater-must have been aiming for Potter...that's got to hurt."
Harry ignored Malfoy falling off his broom and proceeded to catch the snitch.
"Snitch caught by Gryffindor seeker, Potter! Gryffindor wins 160-0. Worst loss on Slytherin's part in over three decades!"
The crowd erupted- the Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff stands with applause and cheering and the Slytherin stands with booing.
The day after the game, Draco was still in the hospital wing and Teri thought that it might be boring to be bedridden, so she decided to take him the book on vampires instead of waiting until he was better. She got lost and had to stop and ask for directions three times, but she managed to make it to the hospital wing before she got so lost. She wound up at the Slytherin common room again. She entered and, seeing Draco in a bed, walked over to it. He seemed to be asleep, but awoke when she came to the side of the bed.
At first, his vision was blurry and he could only see a fuzzy outline of a figure with their hair up in a tight bun. His vision slowly cleared. When he realized who it was, He closed his eyes, tightly, as if telling her to go away. He had a somewhat regretful look on his face. "No matter what you want, I'm not leaving until my business is done. Why not start by telling me why you're upset?"
After a moment of thinking it over, he opened his eyes. He looked in her face. All he could see was concern.
" I missed the snitch," he began, " again." He sighed. "That Potter always gets so lucky and always catches the snitch, except for those times he himself falls off..."
She shook her head slowly. "Just because you got unlucky and got hit by a bad bludger, you don't have any reason to conclude anything. People get unlucky all the time."
"It's not just that."
"Then what is it?"
"Well, he's always better. I can never beat him!!"
"Well then, don't bother trying. All you have to worry about trying to do is your best, and you are certainly doing it. You do have natural talent. Viktor Krum went to my school remember. I know talent. See. You can't always have your mind set on being the best because there's always someone better than you somewhere."
"I don't want to be the best! I just want to beat Potter! At anything!" He was beginning to get snappy.
"Ohh. I see. Well then take to your studies. It's a lot easier to read a book than to practice quidditch, you know."
"How would you know?!" Draco got more and more agitated at everything Teri said. It was like she knew what she said was right and se was stuffing the truth in his face like nobody else had before.
"I. Play. Quidditch. Now, enough of this quidditch nonsense. I did come here with some good news."
"Was Potter killed?"
"No," she said with a jokingly scornful look. She pulled the book on vampires out of her bag and handed it to him. "I thought you might like to start reading now since you have nothing else to do."
"Oh. Thanks...I" He was cut off by Madame Pomfrey.
"Enough pestering my patients! He needs rest and peace, the poor thing. I'm always saying extra safety precautions should be taken for quidditch, but, no, they never listen! So out!" she said ushering Teri out of her hospital wing. Teri shot a quick smile at Draco before being practically shoved out the door.
AN: oki doki. Sorry it took so long. I haven't been able to type at all in the past month. Thanks to the few people who read and reviewed. I'd also like to know if anyone has a suggestion. If I like it, I might find some way to add your idea into a following chapter. Fics are always more fun with reader involvement for some odd reason. Anyway, hope you enjoyed.
Oh yea and I guess I need a disclaimer...I do not own Harry Potter. ok...
Chapter 2...
The next day, Hermione saw Teri in the library again.
"Oh, hello again," Hermione said. "Make any new friends yet? What are you up to today?"
"Not really. I'm looking for an interesting and not-too-dark book on the Dark Arts."
"That makes no sense whatsoever," Hermione said, looking perplexed.
"I just mean I'm looking for something related to the Dark Arts that neither promotes nor insults it nor teaches heinously evil things. Maybe something on a Dark creature or something," Teri replied, clarifying her previous comment.
"Oh. I know a good book on vampires," Hermione said, as she stood out of her chair. She walked to the shelf behind her, searched a bit, and then pulled an old book off the shelf. She returned to the table and handed it to Teri.
Teri skimmed the first page. "Wow, thanks. This is exactly what I was thinking...By the way when's breakfast?"
"Oh! We have to go. You can eat with Ron, Harry, and me," she replied, stuffing her books in her book bag. Teri followed after Hermione and they sat at the Gryffindor table next to a boy with black hair and a boy with fire red hair.
"Ron, Harry. I want you to introduce yourselves to Teri."
Harry put out his hand, "Hello, I'm Harry. Harry Potter." He almost grimaced, waiting for the inevitable "wow!" and "can I see your scar?". But to his luck, it didn't come.
She smiled and shook his hand, noticing how friendly his handshake was, as she said, "Hullo. I'm Teri."
He had to hide his surprise as Ron introduced himself. She hadn't gone nuts and gawked like mad like everyone else did when they met him
The platters soon filled themselves and they piled their plates with delicious food.
"So who did you eat with yesterday?" asked Ron.
"The Slytherin girls who're sharing their room with me. They were pretty boring so I'm glad for some new people."
"What did they talk about?'
"Mainly bragged about how pretty they were and talked about guys. Mainly that Malfoy since he's the only boy in Slytherin whose face is a normal shape. One girl in particular seemed set on him. I think her name was...Pansy? Yep. It was Pansy."
"Oh her. I can see why you got bored!"
"Heh..."
"Are you going to the quidditch match tomorrow?" Harry asked, as he forked some food into his mouth.
"Oh. That's tomorrow? Yes, of course. It sounds like fun. I hear you're quite the seeker, Harry."
"Well. I guess...eheh," he replied nervously. She smiled her quiet little grin and they went on with their meal.
The next day was bright and sunny. Perfect weather for quidditch. The stands were abuzz with excitement as the teams mounted their brooms and flew onto the field. There were cold gleams in both Draco's and Harry's eyes as they faced each other. Madam Hooch blew her whistle and the game began.
"Gryffindor in possession-Gryffindor chaser nearly misses bludger sent her way by Slytherin beater-taking it straight to the goal posts-it's going to be blocked-wait, no.-Slytherin keeper misses-Gryffindors score!"
The ball was put back into play. "Gryffindor in possession again-wait, no, Slytherin takes the quaffle-keeper speeding towards goal posts-oh! Nice save by Gryffindor keeper-Gryffindor back in possession."
Harry was till hovering above the game, searching for the snitch. Suddenly, he saw a green figure dart towards the stands. Preceding it was the snitch. Malfoy had seen the snitch before him! He sped off in a streak of crimson towards the snitch. His broom was much faster than Malfoy's so there was still a chance of him catching it first.
"Slytherin seeker sights the snitch-Gryffindor seeker follows-oh watch out-ohh-Slytherin seeker hit and knocked off his broom by a bludger sent his way by his own team's beater-must have been aiming for Potter...that's got to hurt."
Harry ignored Malfoy falling off his broom and proceeded to catch the snitch.
"Snitch caught by Gryffindor seeker, Potter! Gryffindor wins 160-0. Worst loss on Slytherin's part in over three decades!"
The crowd erupted- the Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff stands with applause and cheering and the Slytherin stands with booing.
The day after the game, Draco was still in the hospital wing and Teri thought that it might be boring to be bedridden, so she decided to take him the book on vampires instead of waiting until he was better. She got lost and had to stop and ask for directions three times, but she managed to make it to the hospital wing before she got so lost. She wound up at the Slytherin common room again. She entered and, seeing Draco in a bed, walked over to it. He seemed to be asleep, but awoke when she came to the side of the bed.
At first, his vision was blurry and he could only see a fuzzy outline of a figure with their hair up in a tight bun. His vision slowly cleared. When he realized who it was, He closed his eyes, tightly, as if telling her to go away. He had a somewhat regretful look on his face. "No matter what you want, I'm not leaving until my business is done. Why not start by telling me why you're upset?"
After a moment of thinking it over, he opened his eyes. He looked in her face. All he could see was concern.
" I missed the snitch," he began, " again." He sighed. "That Potter always gets so lucky and always catches the snitch, except for those times he himself falls off..."
She shook her head slowly. "Just because you got unlucky and got hit by a bad bludger, you don't have any reason to conclude anything. People get unlucky all the time."
"It's not just that."
"Then what is it?"
"Well, he's always better. I can never beat him!!"
"Well then, don't bother trying. All you have to worry about trying to do is your best, and you are certainly doing it. You do have natural talent. Viktor Krum went to my school remember. I know talent. See. You can't always have your mind set on being the best because there's always someone better than you somewhere."
"I don't want to be the best! I just want to beat Potter! At anything!" He was beginning to get snappy.
"Ohh. I see. Well then take to your studies. It's a lot easier to read a book than to practice quidditch, you know."
"How would you know?!" Draco got more and more agitated at everything Teri said. It was like she knew what she said was right and se was stuffing the truth in his face like nobody else had before.
"I. Play. Quidditch. Now, enough of this quidditch nonsense. I did come here with some good news."
"Was Potter killed?"
"No," she said with a jokingly scornful look. She pulled the book on vampires out of her bag and handed it to him. "I thought you might like to start reading now since you have nothing else to do."
"Oh. Thanks...I" He was cut off by Madame Pomfrey.
"Enough pestering my patients! He needs rest and peace, the poor thing. I'm always saying extra safety precautions should be taken for quidditch, but, no, they never listen! So out!" she said ushering Teri out of her hospital wing. Teri shot a quick smile at Draco before being practically shoved out the door.
AN: oki doki. Sorry it took so long. I haven't been able to type at all in the past month. Thanks to the few people who read and reviewed. I'd also like to know if anyone has a suggestion. If I like it, I might find some way to add your idea into a following chapter. Fics are always more fun with reader involvement for some odd reason. Anyway, hope you enjoyed.