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CHAPTER 3: Draco's tiring and pointless attempt at making conversation
"Lori, are you insane?!"
"Oh my God, I can't believe that just happened!"
"That was amazing!"
"Did you see Snape's face?!"
Several people's voices snapped alive at the same time, making it almost impossible to hear just one and answer it correctly and without looking like an idiot.
A crowd had now flocked around Lori, asking her questions and generally not believing what had just happened. And though she was still stunned, Lori tried to answer them in the best way possible. Which most of the time, simply consisted of nodding or a short statement such as "Um . . . Yeah"
Tams was standing with Harry and Hermione a little way away from the excited bundle of students.
"It's a bit hard to believe I just witnessed that." Hermione said. Harry gave a light chuckle.
"A bit? For a minute there, I thought he was going to explode and turn us all into toads." He wiped a piece of dirt off his glasses.
"Well no one's going to be paying any attention in our next class, they'll all be too busy reliving Lori's romantic little speech." Hermione tutted as she shook her bushy head in disapproval.
Tams laughed. "What do we have next, anyway?"
"Charms." Hermione answered immediately. After all, she had memorised the entire timetable, of course.
Tams suddenly looked down into her bag and began frantically searching through her books. After a while, she sighed and said to her friends,
"I left my Charms books in the Common Room. I'll have to go back and get them. Okay?"
Harry and Hermione nodded as they watched her scramble hurriedly away through the crowd, down the corridor and eventually out of sight.
~**********~
Draco noticed Tamsin break away from her friends and head off down the hall, alone.
'This is my chance.' He thought, and began to chase after her.
He nearly had to run to catch up to her, as she was in quite a hurry. But with a fair bit of effort, he eventually reached the dark-haired Gryffindor.
"Er . . . hi," he gasped, walking briskly by her side.
She looked at him, frowned and said,
"Sorry, do I know you?"
Draco breathed through his nose, slightly annoyed. Nevertheless, he continued.
"Um . . . yeah, I'm Draco Malfoy. You know . . . the Slytherin seeker." He didn't want to say that, but that was all she knew him as. He might as well use it.
"Oh, right." She nodded as he now almost jogged alongside her. She then glanced at her watch and spoke again.
"Listen um . . . Darren. I'm really in a bit of a hurry, and I have to you know . . . be somewhere. So, I'll see you."
And with that, she ran off for the Gryffindor Common Room, leaving behind a once again frustrated Malfoy.
"How can you forget the name Draco?" He asked himself irritably.
Completely forgetting about the rest of his classes, he made his way down to the Slytherin Common Room and collapsed on his bed in the dormitory.
"I need to get her attention somehow . . ." he thought. But unfortunately for Draco, he had absolutely no idea how to do this.
He grunted and landed the side of his head on his knuckles.
"I'm no good at this sorta thing." He thought to himself.
He sat there for many a moment, racking his brain and arguing with himself while desperately searching for an answer to his problem.
After several minutes and many countless stupid ideas, he finally found himself a conclusion.
'I need help,' He thought, 'But not any kind, I need a certain type of help. Help from a girl, someone who can tell me what Tamsin likes and how I can get her to notice me. Yeah, a girl would know.'
He was quite proud of himself for thinking of that. Well . . . proud until a new thought hit him.
All the girls in Slytherin were either extremely thick and hard to talk to, incredibly annoying (Pansy suddenly crossed his mind), had a crush on him and could do nothing but blush every time he spoke, or were an unpleasant mixture of the above. No, he couldn't ask one of them.
He sat and thought once more, and when he was almost at the point of basing his pale blonde head against the dormitory wall, he had yet another thought.
His lips curved into a satisfied smile and he now knew exactly who he would ask for help.
~**********~
Sorry! I know this one was short, but that's okay. Please review and I will update very soon, k? C yas!
the-fly-screen
the-fly-screen says: Oh my gosh, I read my fic and I realised just how many mistakes I made in the spelling and stuff, sorry about that. Anyways, to you people who reviewed, you ROCK! Especially you, Bloomingheart. I was hoping Lori would be funny. About Ron's heart being broken in my fic, don't be so sure, I never know what's going to happen. ::hint hint:: THANX AGAIN!
Review People Review
CHAPTER 3: Draco's tiring and pointless attempt at making conversation
"Lori, are you insane?!"
"Oh my God, I can't believe that just happened!"
"That was amazing!"
"Did you see Snape's face?!"
Several people's voices snapped alive at the same time, making it almost impossible to hear just one and answer it correctly and without looking like an idiot.
A crowd had now flocked around Lori, asking her questions and generally not believing what had just happened. And though she was still stunned, Lori tried to answer them in the best way possible. Which most of the time, simply consisted of nodding or a short statement such as "Um . . . Yeah"
Tams was standing with Harry and Hermione a little way away from the excited bundle of students.
"It's a bit hard to believe I just witnessed that." Hermione said. Harry gave a light chuckle.
"A bit? For a minute there, I thought he was going to explode and turn us all into toads." He wiped a piece of dirt off his glasses.
"Well no one's going to be paying any attention in our next class, they'll all be too busy reliving Lori's romantic little speech." Hermione tutted as she shook her bushy head in disapproval.
Tams laughed. "What do we have next, anyway?"
"Charms." Hermione answered immediately. After all, she had memorised the entire timetable, of course.
Tams suddenly looked down into her bag and began frantically searching through her books. After a while, she sighed and said to her friends,
"I left my Charms books in the Common Room. I'll have to go back and get them. Okay?"
Harry and Hermione nodded as they watched her scramble hurriedly away through the crowd, down the corridor and eventually out of sight.
~**********~
Draco noticed Tamsin break away from her friends and head off down the hall, alone.
'This is my chance.' He thought, and began to chase after her.
He nearly had to run to catch up to her, as she was in quite a hurry. But with a fair bit of effort, he eventually reached the dark-haired Gryffindor.
"Er . . . hi," he gasped, walking briskly by her side.
She looked at him, frowned and said,
"Sorry, do I know you?"
Draco breathed through his nose, slightly annoyed. Nevertheless, he continued.
"Um . . . yeah, I'm Draco Malfoy. You know . . . the Slytherin seeker." He didn't want to say that, but that was all she knew him as. He might as well use it.
"Oh, right." She nodded as he now almost jogged alongside her. She then glanced at her watch and spoke again.
"Listen um . . . Darren. I'm really in a bit of a hurry, and I have to you know . . . be somewhere. So, I'll see you."
And with that, she ran off for the Gryffindor Common Room, leaving behind a once again frustrated Malfoy.
"How can you forget the name Draco?" He asked himself irritably.
Completely forgetting about the rest of his classes, he made his way down to the Slytherin Common Room and collapsed on his bed in the dormitory.
"I need to get her attention somehow . . ." he thought. But unfortunately for Draco, he had absolutely no idea how to do this.
He grunted and landed the side of his head on his knuckles.
"I'm no good at this sorta thing." He thought to himself.
He sat there for many a moment, racking his brain and arguing with himself while desperately searching for an answer to his problem.
After several minutes and many countless stupid ideas, he finally found himself a conclusion.
'I need help,' He thought, 'But not any kind, I need a certain type of help. Help from a girl, someone who can tell me what Tamsin likes and how I can get her to notice me. Yeah, a girl would know.'
He was quite proud of himself for thinking of that. Well . . . proud until a new thought hit him.
All the girls in Slytherin were either extremely thick and hard to talk to, incredibly annoying (Pansy suddenly crossed his mind), had a crush on him and could do nothing but blush every time he spoke, or were an unpleasant mixture of the above. No, he couldn't ask one of them.
He sat and thought once more, and when he was almost at the point of basing his pale blonde head against the dormitory wall, he had yet another thought.
His lips curved into a satisfied smile and he now knew exactly who he would ask for help.
~**********~
Sorry! I know this one was short, but that's okay. Please review and I will update very soon, k? C yas!
the-fly-screen