Chapter 7~ Switching sides
As usual, Hermione and Terence got the potion done, as quickly as possible, and with as little interaction as possible. Blaise and Neville were frantically trying to mend their rapidly malfunctioning potion, which was now spitting out bright luminous purple slime balls every ten seconds or so. Harry and Draco spent their time trying to argue without Snape seeing, trying to put each other down and, saying nothing of the fact that they were wasting a lot of potion ingredients, ramming it down each other's shirts and grinding it into each other's hair- which Draco found especially annoying. Luckily, Ron had been too far away to hear Draco's remark about his head being on fire, and so no one got any injuries during the lesson, but as soon as it was over, Draco obviously couldn't resist making one last dig at Harry, as he swept past him in the corridor, with his arm stuck to Blaise.
"At least my girlfriend goes out with me because I'm so charming and handsome and wonderful. How many times did you have to beg that filthy Mudblood to even touch you? Oh yeah, I forgot. You can't count past the number of fingers you have without taking off your shoes and socks as well," he sneered. With a scream that echoed clearly through the dungeon corridors, Hermione flew at Draco. Seeing the danger signs, Blaise hastily removed Draco's arm from her waist and backed off. It was lucky that she did, for Hermione was in no mood to watch out for others.
"My, my. Can't you control your lust for me woman? I mean, I know I'm attractive and that, but... Oof!" cutting though the comment was, Draco's voice faltered, as a good solid ten stone of fuming girl slammed Draco to the floor. Mercifully, Snape had already left the dungeons, giving them a free space to fight in, which Hermione was taking the full advantage of. Finally, after a lot of screaming and yelling, and the "Get 'im Mione!"s from Ron, Blaise and Harry managed to drag Hermione by an arm each, who was now kneeling on Draco's stomach and attempting to crack his skull, off Draco before his head exploded over the dungeon walls .
"Calm down Mione!" yelled Harry and Blaise in unison. Harry, along with everyone else who had gathered round to watch, stared at Blaise. Even Draco propped himself up on an elbow to eye her suspiciously. The next moment, that expression was gone, and replaced by one of childish innocence.
"What about me?" pouted Draco with an injured look on his face that was so obviously fake.
"Hospital Wing, Malfoy," she said calmly, in an amazing impersonation of Snape. Draco narrowed his eyes and leapt to his feet. Now he brushed off all attempts of acting like he was hurt and started to speak.
"Traitor," he hissed, "You aren't a Slytherin at all. You're probably poorer than Weasley. You..." his next words were drowned out, as Blaise howled in anguish and ran, shoving an assortment of people out of her way. Then, halfway down the corridor, she suddenly stopped and skidded to a halt as if she had forgotten something. Thoughtfully, she blinked once, and then walked slowly and determinedly back towards the huddle of people.
"What, you haven't heard enough? How about the fact that your family..." as she held up a hand to cut Draco off, her expression had changed. It was no longer one of a person being victimised. Now it was hard, and cruel. So completely Slytherin, yet nothing like it.
"I am sick of you. The only things that you seem to be good at are putting people down, swearing, boasting and having sex. Shut up Malfoy, or I will blast you into next week. On second thoughts, I'll blast you into next week anyway," and with those words, she swung her wand, which had been secretly concealed up her sleeve, at Draco and yelled a series of spells. Several jets of multicoloured light streaked out, and hit Draco in the stomach, propelling him into the wall, not to mention making him double up in a mixture of being tickled, kicked and punched at the same time, and finally knocking him out. Hermione winced as he backed into the wall, as if feeling the pain for him, but Harry and Ron slapped high fives.
"NOW he needs to go to the hospital wing," said Blaise, straightening up and brushing her hair out of her eyes with grim satisfaction. Then, very calmly, she spun on her heel, and walked out of that scene.
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Yes, yes, we know, it's a very short chapter. Sorry about that, but if we put the next chappie on the end of it, it'll end up being really, really long. Oh well. Enjoy! @--,--`-- and ~*~C~D~W~*~
As usual, Hermione and Terence got the potion done, as quickly as possible, and with as little interaction as possible. Blaise and Neville were frantically trying to mend their rapidly malfunctioning potion, which was now spitting out bright luminous purple slime balls every ten seconds or so. Harry and Draco spent their time trying to argue without Snape seeing, trying to put each other down and, saying nothing of the fact that they were wasting a lot of potion ingredients, ramming it down each other's shirts and grinding it into each other's hair- which Draco found especially annoying. Luckily, Ron had been too far away to hear Draco's remark about his head being on fire, and so no one got any injuries during the lesson, but as soon as it was over, Draco obviously couldn't resist making one last dig at Harry, as he swept past him in the corridor, with his arm stuck to Blaise.
"At least my girlfriend goes out with me because I'm so charming and handsome and wonderful. How many times did you have to beg that filthy Mudblood to even touch you? Oh yeah, I forgot. You can't count past the number of fingers you have without taking off your shoes and socks as well," he sneered. With a scream that echoed clearly through the dungeon corridors, Hermione flew at Draco. Seeing the danger signs, Blaise hastily removed Draco's arm from her waist and backed off. It was lucky that she did, for Hermione was in no mood to watch out for others.
"My, my. Can't you control your lust for me woman? I mean, I know I'm attractive and that, but... Oof!" cutting though the comment was, Draco's voice faltered, as a good solid ten stone of fuming girl slammed Draco to the floor. Mercifully, Snape had already left the dungeons, giving them a free space to fight in, which Hermione was taking the full advantage of. Finally, after a lot of screaming and yelling, and the "Get 'im Mione!"s from Ron, Blaise and Harry managed to drag Hermione by an arm each, who was now kneeling on Draco's stomach and attempting to crack his skull, off Draco before his head exploded over the dungeon walls .
"Calm down Mione!" yelled Harry and Blaise in unison. Harry, along with everyone else who had gathered round to watch, stared at Blaise. Even Draco propped himself up on an elbow to eye her suspiciously. The next moment, that expression was gone, and replaced by one of childish innocence.
"What about me?" pouted Draco with an injured look on his face that was so obviously fake.
"Hospital Wing, Malfoy," she said calmly, in an amazing impersonation of Snape. Draco narrowed his eyes and leapt to his feet. Now he brushed off all attempts of acting like he was hurt and started to speak.
"Traitor," he hissed, "You aren't a Slytherin at all. You're probably poorer than Weasley. You..." his next words were drowned out, as Blaise howled in anguish and ran, shoving an assortment of people out of her way. Then, halfway down the corridor, she suddenly stopped and skidded to a halt as if she had forgotten something. Thoughtfully, she blinked once, and then walked slowly and determinedly back towards the huddle of people.
"What, you haven't heard enough? How about the fact that your family..." as she held up a hand to cut Draco off, her expression had changed. It was no longer one of a person being victimised. Now it was hard, and cruel. So completely Slytherin, yet nothing like it.
"I am sick of you. The only things that you seem to be good at are putting people down, swearing, boasting and having sex. Shut up Malfoy, or I will blast you into next week. On second thoughts, I'll blast you into next week anyway," and with those words, she swung her wand, which had been secretly concealed up her sleeve, at Draco and yelled a series of spells. Several jets of multicoloured light streaked out, and hit Draco in the stomach, propelling him into the wall, not to mention making him double up in a mixture of being tickled, kicked and punched at the same time, and finally knocking him out. Hermione winced as he backed into the wall, as if feeling the pain for him, but Harry and Ron slapped high fives.
"NOW he needs to go to the hospital wing," said Blaise, straightening up and brushing her hair out of her eyes with grim satisfaction. Then, very calmly, she spun on her heel, and walked out of that scene.
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Yes, yes, we know, it's a very short chapter. Sorry about that, but if we put the next chappie on the end of it, it'll end up being really, really long. Oh well. Enjoy! @--,--`-- and ~*~C~D~W~*~