Disclaimer: Trust me, I don't own it. BUT, I do own the storyline, Lori
and Tamsin
Authors Note Thing: Okay, I'm just writing this little thingy or whatever so you don't get confused about some things later on in my fic. First of all, in this story Marcus Flint is not ugly lol. He's one of those guys who pretty much EVERY girl likes, k? ok. Secondly, I DID have another story kinda like this, only that took too long to get into the really good stuff and in that one, Tamsin was Cedric's sister. I started that story pretty well though so I'm going to change that into a different story. OK, enough babbling fly, hurry up and write the stupid fic.
Title: Leader Of The Romantics
Author: the-fly-screen (moi!)
Rating: PG-13
Review People Review!
Chapter 1: Screeching Slytherins
Tamsin Bell propped her book up against a jug of orange juice and clenched her quill between her teeth. She sighed as she flicked through the dusty and extremely thick encyclopaedia, trying to find something, no . . . anything that could be included in her potions essay.
Her short, dark plaits hung loosely around her ears as she shoved a rather large piece of toast into her mouth, the look of anxiety on her face growing with every chew.
Suddenly she heard a voice next to her.
"Um . . . why exactly are you doing homework here? At breakfast time?"
Tams looked up to see Ron Weasley's freckled face staring at her in confusion.
"Because," she began, putting her chin into her hands and resting her elbows on the table in exasperation, "I've been so busy with Quidditch that I didn't have time to finish it. And Snape's going to murder me if I haven't done it."
"Ohhhh." He replied, nodding in understanding. "And I guess it doesn't help that we have potions with the Slytherins first today."
Tamsin's eyes widened and she jerked up straight.
"Merlin! You're right! Now I'm really doomed." She closed her eyes and leant back in her chair.
she sat there for a few moments, completely wrapped up in her fear and nervousness, until Ron said,
"Tams, look." She didn't answer, but he knew she was listening. "Um . . . well, if it makes you feel any better, I won't give in my essay to Snape either . . ."
Tamsin's jaw dropped and she turned to look at him.
"Really? 'Cause if you did Ron, that would really be great."
"Yeah, don't worry about it." Then he laughed, "We can both be murdered by Snape."
Tams laughed as well, and grabbed another piece of toast.
~**********~
Meanwhile, at the other side of the Great Hall, at the Slytherin table, Draco Malfoy sat with his arms folded.
His eyes were fixed on Tamsin Bell as she chatted brightly to the pauper. In other words, Ron Weasley.
"Ugh. That is truly pathetic." He sneered, eyeing them with a glint of jealousy. "Why would she, er . . . I mean anyone want to talk to that side kick of stupid, perfect Potter's?"
Millicent Bulstrode, who was sitting next to him, let out a laugh.
"Please!" She snickered, "You only hate the fact that she's talking to him because it means that she's not talking to you!"
Draco gave her a filthy glare.
"That is no true!" He hissed, though his cheeks were beginning to go slightly pink.
"Whatever . . . " Millicent mumbled, going back to her porridge.
But the thing was, Millicent was right. Draco really wanted to talk to Tamsin, but she didn't even know he was a member of the human race, let only that they had most of their classes together. And the fact that Harry Potter and his dream team had informed her about the so-called spoilt brat that was Draco Malfoy didn't help either.
But the worst thing was, whenever he was given the extremely rare chance to talk to her, he would just splutter and get tongue-tied.
So Malfoy would just watch Tamsin Bell from afar. Sure, he would occasionally summon up all his courage and forge himself to string together a measly, "Uh.hi," but that didn't do a scrap of good because half the time she didn't even know who he was, and even if she did recognise him, he was always just the 'Slytherin seeker'.
Tamsin had become the Gryffindor keeper ever since Qliver Wood had left Hogwarts, which virtually made it that the only times Draco saw her outside of classes were at Quidditch, but even then she was usually with Potter or her sister, Katie.
Draco sighed heavily and poked his fork absent-mindedly into the scrambled eggs in front of him. He continued to do this for several minutes, and he fully intended to keep going for even longer, but Blaise Zabini grabbed his arm before he managed to and pulled him out of his chair muttering,
"Quickly Draco, Snape hates it when we're late to potions, especially when he spends so much time defending us."
Draco reluctantly dragged himself out of the Great Hall and was about to get his potions things from the Slytherin Common Room when he suddenly heard the irritating screeching that could only be Pansy Parkinson.
"Draco! Draco!" She was ambling excitedly up the stairs to him, her arms almost overflowing with equipment.
"Draco!" She squeaked when she reached him, "I got your books for you!"
Then she piled half of the contents of her hands over to him.
"Uh . . . thanks, Pansy . . ." he mumbled underneath the increasing weight of the books.
"Come on, Draco! We need to hurry, you know. Honestly, what would you do without me?" She squealed at him.
"Er . . ." He began, but before he managed to finish, she grabbed his arm and pulled him quite forcefully down to the potions dungeons.
~**********~
It was well into the lesson and Professor Snape was drabbling on about Shrinking Potions.
Tams sat in between Ron and Hermione, pushing her quill around the patch of table in front of her with her pinkie.
She gazed sleepily across the damp and dreary classroom/dungeon towards Seamus and Neville, who were trying to retrieve Neville's toad Trevor from its hiding place in Dean Thomas' cauldron.
But Tams was so far in her own little world that she didn't even realise what they were doing. In fact, the only thing that managed to get her to fall back to hard reality was Snape's sneering voice.
"Please bring your essays up to my desk."
Tams bit her lip and turned to Ron, but he was smiling at her. She relaxed a bit and the they didn't move from their seats.
As everybody else was returning to their places, Snape caught sight of the duo.
"And will you two please explain to me why you have not given in your essays with everyone else?" He whispered maliciously.
Tams could hear Ron wheezing next to her as she slowly opened her mouth.
"I . . . er . . ." she stammered.
At that very moment, somebody gently tapped the knocker on the cold, stone door of the dungeon.
~**********~
So, wot do ya think? Please review and trust me, it gets better than this. Thanks for reading my first chappy though!
the-fly-screen
Authors Note Thing: Okay, I'm just writing this little thingy or whatever so you don't get confused about some things later on in my fic. First of all, in this story Marcus Flint is not ugly lol. He's one of those guys who pretty much EVERY girl likes, k? ok. Secondly, I DID have another story kinda like this, only that took too long to get into the really good stuff and in that one, Tamsin was Cedric's sister. I started that story pretty well though so I'm going to change that into a different story. OK, enough babbling fly, hurry up and write the stupid fic.
Title: Leader Of The Romantics
Author: the-fly-screen (moi!)
Rating: PG-13
Review People Review!
Chapter 1: Screeching Slytherins
Tamsin Bell propped her book up against a jug of orange juice and clenched her quill between her teeth. She sighed as she flicked through the dusty and extremely thick encyclopaedia, trying to find something, no . . . anything that could be included in her potions essay.
Her short, dark plaits hung loosely around her ears as she shoved a rather large piece of toast into her mouth, the look of anxiety on her face growing with every chew.
Suddenly she heard a voice next to her.
"Um . . . why exactly are you doing homework here? At breakfast time?"
Tams looked up to see Ron Weasley's freckled face staring at her in confusion.
"Because," she began, putting her chin into her hands and resting her elbows on the table in exasperation, "I've been so busy with Quidditch that I didn't have time to finish it. And Snape's going to murder me if I haven't done it."
"Ohhhh." He replied, nodding in understanding. "And I guess it doesn't help that we have potions with the Slytherins first today."
Tamsin's eyes widened and she jerked up straight.
"Merlin! You're right! Now I'm really doomed." She closed her eyes and leant back in her chair.
she sat there for a few moments, completely wrapped up in her fear and nervousness, until Ron said,
"Tams, look." She didn't answer, but he knew she was listening. "Um . . . well, if it makes you feel any better, I won't give in my essay to Snape either . . ."
Tamsin's jaw dropped and she turned to look at him.
"Really? 'Cause if you did Ron, that would really be great."
"Yeah, don't worry about it." Then he laughed, "We can both be murdered by Snape."
Tams laughed as well, and grabbed another piece of toast.
~**********~
Meanwhile, at the other side of the Great Hall, at the Slytherin table, Draco Malfoy sat with his arms folded.
His eyes were fixed on Tamsin Bell as she chatted brightly to the pauper. In other words, Ron Weasley.
"Ugh. That is truly pathetic." He sneered, eyeing them with a glint of jealousy. "Why would she, er . . . I mean anyone want to talk to that side kick of stupid, perfect Potter's?"
Millicent Bulstrode, who was sitting next to him, let out a laugh.
"Please!" She snickered, "You only hate the fact that she's talking to him because it means that she's not talking to you!"
Draco gave her a filthy glare.
"That is no true!" He hissed, though his cheeks were beginning to go slightly pink.
"Whatever . . . " Millicent mumbled, going back to her porridge.
But the thing was, Millicent was right. Draco really wanted to talk to Tamsin, but she didn't even know he was a member of the human race, let only that they had most of their classes together. And the fact that Harry Potter and his dream team had informed her about the so-called spoilt brat that was Draco Malfoy didn't help either.
But the worst thing was, whenever he was given the extremely rare chance to talk to her, he would just splutter and get tongue-tied.
So Malfoy would just watch Tamsin Bell from afar. Sure, he would occasionally summon up all his courage and forge himself to string together a measly, "Uh.hi," but that didn't do a scrap of good because half the time she didn't even know who he was, and even if she did recognise him, he was always just the 'Slytherin seeker'.
Tamsin had become the Gryffindor keeper ever since Qliver Wood had left Hogwarts, which virtually made it that the only times Draco saw her outside of classes were at Quidditch, but even then she was usually with Potter or her sister, Katie.
Draco sighed heavily and poked his fork absent-mindedly into the scrambled eggs in front of him. He continued to do this for several minutes, and he fully intended to keep going for even longer, but Blaise Zabini grabbed his arm before he managed to and pulled him out of his chair muttering,
"Quickly Draco, Snape hates it when we're late to potions, especially when he spends so much time defending us."
Draco reluctantly dragged himself out of the Great Hall and was about to get his potions things from the Slytherin Common Room when he suddenly heard the irritating screeching that could only be Pansy Parkinson.
"Draco! Draco!" She was ambling excitedly up the stairs to him, her arms almost overflowing with equipment.
"Draco!" She squeaked when she reached him, "I got your books for you!"
Then she piled half of the contents of her hands over to him.
"Uh . . . thanks, Pansy . . ." he mumbled underneath the increasing weight of the books.
"Come on, Draco! We need to hurry, you know. Honestly, what would you do without me?" She squealed at him.
"Er . . ." He began, but before he managed to finish, she grabbed his arm and pulled him quite forcefully down to the potions dungeons.
~**********~
It was well into the lesson and Professor Snape was drabbling on about Shrinking Potions.
Tams sat in between Ron and Hermione, pushing her quill around the patch of table in front of her with her pinkie.
She gazed sleepily across the damp and dreary classroom/dungeon towards Seamus and Neville, who were trying to retrieve Neville's toad Trevor from its hiding place in Dean Thomas' cauldron.
But Tams was so far in her own little world that she didn't even realise what they were doing. In fact, the only thing that managed to get her to fall back to hard reality was Snape's sneering voice.
"Please bring your essays up to my desk."
Tams bit her lip and turned to Ron, but he was smiling at her. She relaxed a bit and the they didn't move from their seats.
As everybody else was returning to their places, Snape caught sight of the duo.
"And will you two please explain to me why you have not given in your essays with everyone else?" He whispered maliciously.
Tams could hear Ron wheezing next to her as she slowly opened her mouth.
"I . . . er . . ." she stammered.
At that very moment, somebody gently tapped the knocker on the cold, stone door of the dungeon.
~**********~
So, wot do ya think? Please review and trust me, it gets better than this. Thanks for reading my first chappy though!
the-fly-screen