[Being Mrs Malfoy]
~*fanfiction by Sila-chan.*~
CHAPTER 2: Sheeps lying with Wolves
All around there was shouting, cursing, and even an occasional fight breaking out. I knew as Head Girl I should stop them, do something, get everybody in control, but I couldn't pull myself out of this stupor it seemed.
And then all of a sudden it happened.
One moment Alisha's annoying, oh-I'm-just-worth-so-much-more-than-you voice with it's clipped and sharp tone, combined effectively with just the right amount of whining to produce the most abrasive voice possible rang out just a little too loudly.
Alisha was a new Slytherin, transferred from Beauxbaton's. She was English born and raised though, as she so haughtily proclaimed when anybody asked about her strong accent.
Her voice was cut off by a loud crack, just as I turned to tell her to shut her gob. Vincent Crabbe stood, glowering over her.
"Why don't you just, like, shut it Alisha. You talk too much for such a small girl." She sat on the floor, stunned, hand to cheek as blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.
I looked, stunned, towards Draco. Didn't he see that coming? Shouldn't he have stopped it? Instead, he just stood there, looking at them with boredom. No, not that...more like disengagement. He lounged against the wall, hands in pockets, staring at the scene emotionlessly. The Slytherin's carried on as if nothing had happened, while Gryffindor's stopped what they were doing in disbelief. I felt a shiver run down my spine. If that's how life was in the Slytherin dungeons, I had to redouble my efforts to get us moved to another tower.
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We sat in the common room, lounging around, looking sulky and brooding. It was way too crowded in here, especially with the Mudblood-loving Gryffs with us. No attempt was made at conversation, either inter-house or uni-house. They couldn't, it would be taken as an attempt to conspire and result in yet another brawl.
I glanced at Miss Head Girl Granger, and alas, to my surprise she had her furry head buried in a book. I wondered why she studied so much. So I watched her.
One minute passed. Two. Three. Four...and she still hadn't turned the page. Now, if she was just staring at the book, I'd understand. But she was reading, her eyes were moving back and forth. She felt me looking at her and looked up, to catch me smirking. I glanced at her, and then at the book meaningfully. She gasped, and dropped it like a sack of coals, before running out of the common room.
Sauntering along lazily I followed her. This could be fun.
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"That is so sad."
"I totally agree."
"Suprisingly, I do aswell."
"It's pathetic."
A group of mixed Slytherin and Gryffindor girls watched the boys from both houses with expressions that numbered from disgust, pity, interest and embarrassment to sneers and cruel smiles. All the boys remaining from both houses had crowded around a small table. They were arm-wrestling.
"How primitive."
"I agree with Pansy. It's pathetic." The others nodded, with murmurs of agreement.
"They really should grow-up." was lost amongst the cheers as Harry Potter beat Jonathon Chang another seventh-year Slytherin and Cho's brother.
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Footsteps echoed down the empty corridors. Rapidly, someone was in trouble.
Then another set of footsteps behind, still rapid yet not so fast as the first one.
"You can run Granger, but you can't hide!" Draco called out. He was enjoying this little game of cat and mouse.
Hermione didn't reply, only increasing to a jog.
"I know your secret." His voice was quiet, yet it echoed ahead to where she was. She began to run.
"Where can you hide, Granger?" And all of a sudden there was a wall in front of her. A dead end.
"It's a dead end." His voice was seductive, almost like a lover's caress.
"It's not true! It's not!" Hermione's voice cried out wildly.
"Why won't you let me help you, Hermione? Afraid I'll make you...scream?" He licked his lips. He obviously intended a second meaning to that one.
"Get away from me Malfoy."
"Oh, but I'm enjoying this. Little Miss Granger, pet know-it-all of Hogwarts and Gryffindor's private slut. You're dyslexic, aren't you?"
Hermione shut her eyes and acknowledged the truth. There was no point in trying to deny it.
"Yes. I am."
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AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Now, not saying that it's a bad thing to be dyslexic, but it's something else for Draco to tease her with instead of the same tired old Mudblood and etc...and also, for Hermione it would be the ultimate weakness... ha ha...nerd...*snerk*
~*fanfiction by Sila-chan.*~
CHAPTER 2: Sheeps lying with Wolves
All around there was shouting, cursing, and even an occasional fight breaking out. I knew as Head Girl I should stop them, do something, get everybody in control, but I couldn't pull myself out of this stupor it seemed.
And then all of a sudden it happened.
One moment Alisha's annoying, oh-I'm-just-worth-so-much-more-than-you voice with it's clipped and sharp tone, combined effectively with just the right amount of whining to produce the most abrasive voice possible rang out just a little too loudly.
Alisha was a new Slytherin, transferred from Beauxbaton's. She was English born and raised though, as she so haughtily proclaimed when anybody asked about her strong accent.
Her voice was cut off by a loud crack, just as I turned to tell her to shut her gob. Vincent Crabbe stood, glowering over her.
"Why don't you just, like, shut it Alisha. You talk too much for such a small girl." She sat on the floor, stunned, hand to cheek as blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.
I looked, stunned, towards Draco. Didn't he see that coming? Shouldn't he have stopped it? Instead, he just stood there, looking at them with boredom. No, not that...more like disengagement. He lounged against the wall, hands in pockets, staring at the scene emotionlessly. The Slytherin's carried on as if nothing had happened, while Gryffindor's stopped what they were doing in disbelief. I felt a shiver run down my spine. If that's how life was in the Slytherin dungeons, I had to redouble my efforts to get us moved to another tower.
__________________________________________________________________________
We sat in the common room, lounging around, looking sulky and brooding. It was way too crowded in here, especially with the Mudblood-loving Gryffs with us. No attempt was made at conversation, either inter-house or uni-house. They couldn't, it would be taken as an attempt to conspire and result in yet another brawl.
I glanced at Miss Head Girl Granger, and alas, to my surprise she had her furry head buried in a book. I wondered why she studied so much. So I watched her.
One minute passed. Two. Three. Four...and she still hadn't turned the page. Now, if she was just staring at the book, I'd understand. But she was reading, her eyes were moving back and forth. She felt me looking at her and looked up, to catch me smirking. I glanced at her, and then at the book meaningfully. She gasped, and dropped it like a sack of coals, before running out of the common room.
Sauntering along lazily I followed her. This could be fun.
__________________________________________________________________________
"That is so sad."
"I totally agree."
"Suprisingly, I do aswell."
"It's pathetic."
A group of mixed Slytherin and Gryffindor girls watched the boys from both houses with expressions that numbered from disgust, pity, interest and embarrassment to sneers and cruel smiles. All the boys remaining from both houses had crowded around a small table. They were arm-wrestling.
"How primitive."
"I agree with Pansy. It's pathetic." The others nodded, with murmurs of agreement.
"They really should grow-up." was lost amongst the cheers as Harry Potter beat Jonathon Chang another seventh-year Slytherin and Cho's brother.
__________________________________________________________________________
Footsteps echoed down the empty corridors. Rapidly, someone was in trouble.
Then another set of footsteps behind, still rapid yet not so fast as the first one.
"You can run Granger, but you can't hide!" Draco called out. He was enjoying this little game of cat and mouse.
Hermione didn't reply, only increasing to a jog.
"I know your secret." His voice was quiet, yet it echoed ahead to where she was. She began to run.
"Where can you hide, Granger?" And all of a sudden there was a wall in front of her. A dead end.
"It's a dead end." His voice was seductive, almost like a lover's caress.
"It's not true! It's not!" Hermione's voice cried out wildly.
"Why won't you let me help you, Hermione? Afraid I'll make you...scream?" He licked his lips. He obviously intended a second meaning to that one.
"Get away from me Malfoy."
"Oh, but I'm enjoying this. Little Miss Granger, pet know-it-all of Hogwarts and Gryffindor's private slut. You're dyslexic, aren't you?"
Hermione shut her eyes and acknowledged the truth. There was no point in trying to deny it.
"Yes. I am."
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AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Now, not saying that it's a bad thing to be dyslexic, but it's something else for Draco to tease her with instead of the same tired old Mudblood and etc...and also, for Hermione it would be the ultimate weakness... ha ha...nerd...*snerk*