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Stormie could feel his cold, hard, gray eyes on her, but she refused to turn around and look at him, to even acknowledge him. She hadn't talked to him since the night in the kitchen. She truly didn't feel like sneaking around with him, even if he was the sexiest guy she had ever seen.
She picked at her pancake waiting for the mail to come. Suddenly, a large silvery owl flew in and landed in front of her and stuck out its leg.
"BRADIAN! MELODY! Gaza wrote us back!" she quickly untied the letter from the owl's leg. Bradian and Melody had pushed their way to each side of her trying to read the letter she had.
Dear Storms, Bradian, and Mel,
How are you all? Good I hope, I miss you all, and Paris is wonderful. Paige, the girl I am seeing now, can't wait to meet all of you. Mom told me to tell you all you are not going to the house for Christmas, we are going there to visit. Devin is staying at the house and well, you all know Devin. Mom and Dad don't think that they will have the house back to the way it is suppose to be by vacation time. Well, I love you all. Keep getting good marks, and I will see you all for Christmas.
Love, Gaza.
P.S. The owl, Hunter, is Storms, and Brite is coming too.
``'~~*'``
Stormie walked into potions; she was in a bad mood. She hadn't been paying much attention in transfiguration and "accidentally" turned Pansy's bag into a Crocodile. She had lost twenty points for Gryffindor, and had gotten lectured by the stupid prefect bitch Hermione.
"Do you think you can shut the fuck up now?" Melody asked Hermione. She was starting to get on her nerves, too.
To Stormie and Melody's great satisfaction, the girl walked down the hall away from them.
"Good gods! That girl never shuts up, does she?" Asked Bradian as he ran to catch up with the two girls.
"Tell me about it! Gods, I don't feel like going to Potions." Melody said as they walked through the Potions door.
Stormie sat beside Melody at a table she had conjured up a couple of days ago. Stormie had told Melody and Gin everything. And now she explained that as hot as the boy was, she didn't want to have to sneak around behind Pansy's back to get to her boyfriend.
As they started taking out their stuff, the Slytherins walked in; their Sex God leading, along with his Pug Princess. Pansy flounced over to her table and sat at the chair by Draco.
"Did we give her permission to sit there?" Melody asked leaning over to Stormie. Stormie just shrugged.
"Oh My Gods! What are those hideous shoes she's wearing? I think I have seen a hooker wearing the same kind once." Bradian said from the other side of Melody. Both girls looked, and sure enough, the shoes she had on were four- inch heels that revealed yellowed toenails.
Both girls let out an "EWWW" before bursting into fits of giggles. A couple of Gryffindors sent them questioning looks, while some Slytherins sent them death glares.
"YO, PARKINSON!" Stormie yelled across the dungeons, Pansy turned and looked at her, hate evident in her face. "Did you have to mug a muggle prostitute to get those shoes?" Stormie asked. Draco tried to hold back a smile, while Bradian and Melody where reduced to hysterical laughter.
Then Snape walked in and everyone shut up.
"Stand up, all of you, I am re-pairing you and giving you new seats." The entire class stood up waiting to be re-paired. "Weasley, Gryffindor; Nott, Slytherin" The pairing went on and on. "Johnson Bradian, Gryffindor; Budridge, Slytherin."
Stormie and Melody tried not to laugh, as Bradian walked up to a very round girl with jet- black hair and sat at his knew assigned seat.
"Parkinson, Slytherin; Potter, Gryffindor." Once again the girls tried not bursting out in laughter.
"But Professor, I want to work with Draco!" Pansy said as she went into a pout.
"You will either work with Potter or I will give you two months worth of detention and you will still work with Potter." Snape said to the pouting Pug Princess, who turned and clip-clopped her way to the back desk she had been assigned to.
"Heartstrings, Gryffindor; Zambini, Slytherin." Melody squeezed Stormie's hand.
"What did he say?" she asked in a whisper.
"Oh Mel, get your ass over there and try not to look star-struck. He's hot, and I am sure he knows it. So don't feed his ego." With that, she pushed the blonde girl towards her new assigned seat.
Stormie looked around. They still had three Gryffindors standing waiting to be paired, and four Slytherins. Her heart skipped a beat; Draco hadn't been paired yet.
"Johnson, Gryffindor; Malfoy, Slytherin"
She thought about arguing but then decided against it. She quietly took her seat next to Draco, who smirked at her. She stuck her tongue out at him and turned to talk to Melody who sat behind her.
"Damn! Storms, have you gone Christmas shopping yet?" asked the blonde girl.
"No, but we probably should soon. Any ideas about what I should get Gaza or Devin?" She asked, looking thoughtful and oblivious to the fact that Pansy was giving her a look that could kill.
"Um. . . we could each get Devin a bunch of joke stuff from Hogsmead; and I guess we'll just have to shop around for Gaza. That boy is the hardest guy on earth to shop for!" Melody said as she looked through her bag.
"Have you bought a present for Josh yet?" Stormie asked putting on a fake look of innocence, as Melody made a face. But before she could answer, Snape gave out assignments.
"Each group will be working on a different potion." He said as he handed out thick slips of parchment. "You will not get a list of ingredients; you will have to go find them in the library. Then, I want a two page essay on what you potion can do." He handed a piece of parchment to Stormie.
Draco reached over to take the parchment from her and she let out growl. He instantly pulled his hand back and Melody laughed.
"You know Storms, if you bite Malfoys head off, you will get stuck with all the work." She watched in amusement as Draco turned a deep shade of red.
"Damn! You know Malfoy, everyone here had me believing only the Weasleys could flush that color." Stormie said as she watched the seething boy.
"Fuck you Johnson." Was the reply she got. She let out a little giggle.
"I thought we already went through that, Malfoy?" he looked panicked. He didn't want any one to know about the kitchen incident. "Remember? I told you that when you actually became a man is when we could talk about that. But till now, you're stuck fuckin Pansy with a paper bag over her ugly face."
If Draco weren't so pissed about the not being a man comment, he probably would have let out a sigh of relief.
"I'm more man than your boyfriend Potter over there." He said in a loud enough voice to get attention from the people around him.
"Fine. You wanna play games? Let's play games." She hissed low enough that only he heard her. "That's truly a laugh, Malfoy! See: first of all, I wouldn't touch the boy who lived with a ten foot pole, (not that he don't look good or anything)." she added. The last part as an after thought; she really did think he was somewhat cute. She just didn't like for the way he treated Ginny. "And second of all, I think that Potter is more of a man than you, Malfoy; which brings us to the reason why I wouldn't touch Potter. Your disease infected bitch over there has been fuckin him since the beginning of the year. And if you don't believe me, I have the diary to prove it." She pulled the diary out if her bag and handed it to him, just as the class ended.
Snape came out of his office and dismissed them, telling them that their work was due after Christmas break.
Stormie got up without a backward glance to Draco and walked out of the class.
Stormie had skipped dinner and was sitting in the common room looking over her assignment from potions. "A sleeping drought?" she said to herself. "What in the hell?" she read over the properties again. "Must be dreamless sleep. When less of one property is added it becomes a relaxation Potion." She sighed. "I HATE THAT BLOODTY FUCKING GIT MALFOY!" she screamed at the top of her lungs as she threw an ink bottle up the side of the wall.
She took three deep breaths and counted to ten. Once she was calm, she picked up her bag with her potion assignment in it and walked to the library.
She walked over to a shelf with dozens of books, looking for something that had a little to do with the subject. That's when she heard it.
"Shit Potter, can't you do more than that?" the voice was defiantly Pansy.
Stormie sighed and walked around the bookshelf. The two were oblivious to the fact she was there. Pansy was pushed up against the wall, her school skirt pulled up. Obviously, they were having a little bit of action.
"Shut the fuck up Pansy. You're going to attract attention. How are we then going to explain what we're doing?" he asked
"Yes Parkinson, how on earth would you explain this?" Stormie asked.
Harry pulled away from the Pug Princess and zipped up his pants. Pansy was desperately trying, to smooth out her school skirt. Once she was done making sure her skirt was properly in place, she looked up at Stormie who was leaning casually against a bookshelf, her arms across her chest while she smirked.
"What the fuck do you want Johnson?" asked the seething Pansy.
"I think the question should be: what do you want?" Stormie said as she twirled her wand between her fingers.
"What the bloody hell is that suppose to mean?" Pansy asked.
"You can take it how ever the hell you like it. Just remember, we could have posted a lot more personal things about you and Potter at the dance. All we posted was how much you thought about Potter. And just think, Draco now has your diary. What ever are you going to do?"
Pansy blanched, turning the color of parchment.
"Have a wonderful evening." Stormie said as she threw Harry a neon green condom. "Remember, always practice safe sex." She winked then made her way out of the library.
~*~*~*~*
"Stormie, Pansy's looking at you and talking to that fat girl. You think she's talking about you?" Ginny asked as she bravely stared at the Slytherin table. Stormie had told Melody and Ginny about the library the night before.
With out a word, Stormie stood up and made her way to the Slytherin table. It was deadly silent and the teachers weren't there yet.
"Got a problem Parkinson?" Stormie asked.
"What if I do?" Pansy asked, towering over the small girl. (A/N: remember she's taller than Stormie plus she has on the hooker shoes. OK OK back to the story.)
"What the fuck were you saying, Parkinson?" Stormie asked, her voice even and dangerously low. Draco looked at the girl in amusement, she was defiant and not afraid of Pansy.
"What did I say?" Pansy said. " Well I said to my friend Millicent (sp?) Here that you were nothing but a trashy whore and that you hung around with muggle loving idiots." She said with a slight smile on her face.
"Oh? Is that all?" asked Stormie sarcastically.
"Hm. . . No. I also said that you were a stupid fuckin mud-blood who deserved to die an- "
What ever she was going to say was suddenly cut short. Stormie had her backed against a wall, her wand pushed firmly under the girl's throat, she looked like she was having trouble breathing.
"What did you say?" Stormie asked, her voice still dangerously low.
Draco looked on in amusement.
"Come on you cellulite packed bitch, what the FUCK did you just say?" Stormie applied more pressure to the wand; Pansy let out a small strangling sound. Her eyes started to bug out a little.
"STORMIE MARIE JOHNSON!" Bradian, Ginny and Melody all ran up beside her. "She's not worth it Storms, let her go." Bradian tried to coax his younger sister, who turned and looked at him, her eyes taking on the color of the tiger's yellow eyes. She looked back at her prey, applying a little more pressure to the wand.
"If I ever hear you say that fucking word again you will not live to regret it, understood?" she growled at the girl, who tried to nod, but couldn't because of Stormie's wand. Stormie took her wand away and walked out of the Great Hall without taking a second look at the girl she had left lying on the floor gasping for breath.
Stormie made her way to the library, willing herself to calm down. All of a sudden she let out an earsplitting roar, still in human form. She found out that when she was really pissed, roaring would calm her down a little. Her father had even went through the trouble of putting an extra strength silencing charm on her bedroom door so she wouldn't disturb the rest of the house.
Stormie went to a table that was pushed all the way against a window. She sighed as she plopped down, remembering exactly why that one little word had made her explode.
**FLASHBACK**
"Your nothing but a mud-blood and a freak!" said Heather in front of the rest of Moonbeam Academy. Stormie, a first year, watched as her older cousin cried. "Melody heartstrings the Mud-blood." The short fat girl started to chant the rest of the school starting in. Bradian and Brite had been there; they were the ones who finally pulled Melody away from the group of taunting second years.
Stormie hadn't cared about being called a freak, but Melody hated being called a mud-blood. She loved her muggle father. She had refused to talk to anyone, even her mother about what had happened.
**END OF FLASHBACK**
Stormie sighed. She didn't want any one to ever hurt her cousin again; which is what had made her freak out. Melody still hadn't even gotten over her mother's and father's death. She didn't need extra trauma. Stormie felt someone sit down next to her and turned to see Melody, looking slightly frazzled.
"I'm sorry Mel. I know I shouldn't be fighting at school, but the bitch pissed me off." Stormie said to her cousin.
"It's ok Storms, I heard what she said. And I know you were, just like always, trying to protect me. Don't you think it's kinda funny? I mean, Brite and Bradian watch out for us, but you're the one who always ends up fighting all of our battles." Mel gave a small smile.
"That's only because I have a short temper. Regardless of what came out of her mouth, I was gonna end up trying to kill her. It just happened sooner, though. By the way, I think Zambini likes you, and you like him. Go for it! Besides, it would so piss Pansy off. Her cousin going out with the freak's cousin! Priceless."
Melody laughed. "What about you and Draco? You like each other, I don't care what he says. He likes you."
Stormie sighed. "I don't know whether or not I like Draco. But I do know that little bitty me would ruin his perfect little life. I mean come on, sure our family has too much money and all that good junk, but his father's a death eater. Mine is the guy who's trying to help the ministry 'weed out the bad people' and let's face it, the Malfoys fit perfectly into the bad people category."
Melody sighed. "But there seems so much more than that. You know, I can sense it. There's something there. Something that tells me that he would give anything not to be a Malfoy, or at least that mother fucker's son." She looked serious, and Melody had never been wrong. Stormie's mother always said she was sure Melody was a seer who just hadn't hit her full potential yet.
"You're right. I guess I see that in him too. It's just, I don't know if I actually like him, and I guess it's just harder to stay cold and distant with him. You know?" she asked Melody.
"Maybe that's the point Storms. You have stayed cold and distant against from men for so long that you have trouble letting your guard down. I was actually surprised when you told me that you willingly slept with the guy, after what happened and all." Melody looked at her cousin; she was close to tears. "Storms, just think about it OK? It's only natural for you to be afraid. Most people would end up in St. Mungo's here or The Golden Broom Ward in Salem if what happened to you had happened to them. Maybe you should just tell him, or someone else?" With that, Melody left Stormie to think about the year before.
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Is that a cliffie? Huh is it, is it? Hehehehehe I am so evil! Any one interested in what happened to Stormie to make her so cold and distant? Oh come on you know you are. And what's the deal with Draco? Stay tuned to find out! This chapter was 9 pages long! So review!
Claimer:: I do own all of the characters that I made up, the words I made up, and if any one touches them, I will hunt you down and force you to eat People flavored cookies, and not the good kind! SO NO TOUCHIE!
Stormie could feel his cold, hard, gray eyes on her, but she refused to turn around and look at him, to even acknowledge him. She hadn't talked to him since the night in the kitchen. She truly didn't feel like sneaking around with him, even if he was the sexiest guy she had ever seen.
She picked at her pancake waiting for the mail to come. Suddenly, a large silvery owl flew in and landed in front of her and stuck out its leg.
"BRADIAN! MELODY! Gaza wrote us back!" she quickly untied the letter from the owl's leg. Bradian and Melody had pushed their way to each side of her trying to read the letter she had.
Dear Storms, Bradian, and Mel,
How are you all? Good I hope, I miss you all, and Paris is wonderful. Paige, the girl I am seeing now, can't wait to meet all of you. Mom told me to tell you all you are not going to the house for Christmas, we are going there to visit. Devin is staying at the house and well, you all know Devin. Mom and Dad don't think that they will have the house back to the way it is suppose to be by vacation time. Well, I love you all. Keep getting good marks, and I will see you all for Christmas.
Love, Gaza.
P.S. The owl, Hunter, is Storms, and Brite is coming too.
``'~~*'``
Stormie walked into potions; she was in a bad mood. She hadn't been paying much attention in transfiguration and "accidentally" turned Pansy's bag into a Crocodile. She had lost twenty points for Gryffindor, and had gotten lectured by the stupid prefect bitch Hermione.
"Do you think you can shut the fuck up now?" Melody asked Hermione. She was starting to get on her nerves, too.
To Stormie and Melody's great satisfaction, the girl walked down the hall away from them.
"Good gods! That girl never shuts up, does she?" Asked Bradian as he ran to catch up with the two girls.
"Tell me about it! Gods, I don't feel like going to Potions." Melody said as they walked through the Potions door.
Stormie sat beside Melody at a table she had conjured up a couple of days ago. Stormie had told Melody and Gin everything. And now she explained that as hot as the boy was, she didn't want to have to sneak around behind Pansy's back to get to her boyfriend.
As they started taking out their stuff, the Slytherins walked in; their Sex God leading, along with his Pug Princess. Pansy flounced over to her table and sat at the chair by Draco.
"Did we give her permission to sit there?" Melody asked leaning over to Stormie. Stormie just shrugged.
"Oh My Gods! What are those hideous shoes she's wearing? I think I have seen a hooker wearing the same kind once." Bradian said from the other side of Melody. Both girls looked, and sure enough, the shoes she had on were four- inch heels that revealed yellowed toenails.
Both girls let out an "EWWW" before bursting into fits of giggles. A couple of Gryffindors sent them questioning looks, while some Slytherins sent them death glares.
"YO, PARKINSON!" Stormie yelled across the dungeons, Pansy turned and looked at her, hate evident in her face. "Did you have to mug a muggle prostitute to get those shoes?" Stormie asked. Draco tried to hold back a smile, while Bradian and Melody where reduced to hysterical laughter.
Then Snape walked in and everyone shut up.
"Stand up, all of you, I am re-pairing you and giving you new seats." The entire class stood up waiting to be re-paired. "Weasley, Gryffindor; Nott, Slytherin" The pairing went on and on. "Johnson Bradian, Gryffindor; Budridge, Slytherin."
Stormie and Melody tried not to laugh, as Bradian walked up to a very round girl with jet- black hair and sat at his knew assigned seat.
"Parkinson, Slytherin; Potter, Gryffindor." Once again the girls tried not bursting out in laughter.
"But Professor, I want to work with Draco!" Pansy said as she went into a pout.
"You will either work with Potter or I will give you two months worth of detention and you will still work with Potter." Snape said to the pouting Pug Princess, who turned and clip-clopped her way to the back desk she had been assigned to.
"Heartstrings, Gryffindor; Zambini, Slytherin." Melody squeezed Stormie's hand.
"What did he say?" she asked in a whisper.
"Oh Mel, get your ass over there and try not to look star-struck. He's hot, and I am sure he knows it. So don't feed his ego." With that, she pushed the blonde girl towards her new assigned seat.
Stormie looked around. They still had three Gryffindors standing waiting to be paired, and four Slytherins. Her heart skipped a beat; Draco hadn't been paired yet.
"Johnson, Gryffindor; Malfoy, Slytherin"
She thought about arguing but then decided against it. She quietly took her seat next to Draco, who smirked at her. She stuck her tongue out at him and turned to talk to Melody who sat behind her.
"Damn! Storms, have you gone Christmas shopping yet?" asked the blonde girl.
"No, but we probably should soon. Any ideas about what I should get Gaza or Devin?" She asked, looking thoughtful and oblivious to the fact that Pansy was giving her a look that could kill.
"Um. . . we could each get Devin a bunch of joke stuff from Hogsmead; and I guess we'll just have to shop around for Gaza. That boy is the hardest guy on earth to shop for!" Melody said as she looked through her bag.
"Have you bought a present for Josh yet?" Stormie asked putting on a fake look of innocence, as Melody made a face. But before she could answer, Snape gave out assignments.
"Each group will be working on a different potion." He said as he handed out thick slips of parchment. "You will not get a list of ingredients; you will have to go find them in the library. Then, I want a two page essay on what you potion can do." He handed a piece of parchment to Stormie.
Draco reached over to take the parchment from her and she let out growl. He instantly pulled his hand back and Melody laughed.
"You know Storms, if you bite Malfoys head off, you will get stuck with all the work." She watched in amusement as Draco turned a deep shade of red.
"Damn! You know Malfoy, everyone here had me believing only the Weasleys could flush that color." Stormie said as she watched the seething boy.
"Fuck you Johnson." Was the reply she got. She let out a little giggle.
"I thought we already went through that, Malfoy?" he looked panicked. He didn't want any one to know about the kitchen incident. "Remember? I told you that when you actually became a man is when we could talk about that. But till now, you're stuck fuckin Pansy with a paper bag over her ugly face."
If Draco weren't so pissed about the not being a man comment, he probably would have let out a sigh of relief.
"I'm more man than your boyfriend Potter over there." He said in a loud enough voice to get attention from the people around him.
"Fine. You wanna play games? Let's play games." She hissed low enough that only he heard her. "That's truly a laugh, Malfoy! See: first of all, I wouldn't touch the boy who lived with a ten foot pole, (not that he don't look good or anything)." she added. The last part as an after thought; she really did think he was somewhat cute. She just didn't like for the way he treated Ginny. "And second of all, I think that Potter is more of a man than you, Malfoy; which brings us to the reason why I wouldn't touch Potter. Your disease infected bitch over there has been fuckin him since the beginning of the year. And if you don't believe me, I have the diary to prove it." She pulled the diary out if her bag and handed it to him, just as the class ended.
Snape came out of his office and dismissed them, telling them that their work was due after Christmas break.
Stormie got up without a backward glance to Draco and walked out of the class.
Stormie had skipped dinner and was sitting in the common room looking over her assignment from potions. "A sleeping drought?" she said to herself. "What in the hell?" she read over the properties again. "Must be dreamless sleep. When less of one property is added it becomes a relaxation Potion." She sighed. "I HATE THAT BLOODTY FUCKING GIT MALFOY!" she screamed at the top of her lungs as she threw an ink bottle up the side of the wall.
She took three deep breaths and counted to ten. Once she was calm, she picked up her bag with her potion assignment in it and walked to the library.
She walked over to a shelf with dozens of books, looking for something that had a little to do with the subject. That's when she heard it.
"Shit Potter, can't you do more than that?" the voice was defiantly Pansy.
Stormie sighed and walked around the bookshelf. The two were oblivious to the fact she was there. Pansy was pushed up against the wall, her school skirt pulled up. Obviously, they were having a little bit of action.
"Shut the fuck up Pansy. You're going to attract attention. How are we then going to explain what we're doing?" he asked
"Yes Parkinson, how on earth would you explain this?" Stormie asked.
Harry pulled away from the Pug Princess and zipped up his pants. Pansy was desperately trying, to smooth out her school skirt. Once she was done making sure her skirt was properly in place, she looked up at Stormie who was leaning casually against a bookshelf, her arms across her chest while she smirked.
"What the fuck do you want Johnson?" asked the seething Pansy.
"I think the question should be: what do you want?" Stormie said as she twirled her wand between her fingers.
"What the bloody hell is that suppose to mean?" Pansy asked.
"You can take it how ever the hell you like it. Just remember, we could have posted a lot more personal things about you and Potter at the dance. All we posted was how much you thought about Potter. And just think, Draco now has your diary. What ever are you going to do?"
Pansy blanched, turning the color of parchment.
"Have a wonderful evening." Stormie said as she threw Harry a neon green condom. "Remember, always practice safe sex." She winked then made her way out of the library.
~*~*~*~*
"Stormie, Pansy's looking at you and talking to that fat girl. You think she's talking about you?" Ginny asked as she bravely stared at the Slytherin table. Stormie had told Melody and Ginny about the library the night before.
With out a word, Stormie stood up and made her way to the Slytherin table. It was deadly silent and the teachers weren't there yet.
"Got a problem Parkinson?" Stormie asked.
"What if I do?" Pansy asked, towering over the small girl. (A/N: remember she's taller than Stormie plus she has on the hooker shoes. OK OK back to the story.)
"What the fuck were you saying, Parkinson?" Stormie asked, her voice even and dangerously low. Draco looked at the girl in amusement, she was defiant and not afraid of Pansy.
"What did I say?" Pansy said. " Well I said to my friend Millicent (sp?) Here that you were nothing but a trashy whore and that you hung around with muggle loving idiots." She said with a slight smile on her face.
"Oh? Is that all?" asked Stormie sarcastically.
"Hm. . . No. I also said that you were a stupid fuckin mud-blood who deserved to die an- "
What ever she was going to say was suddenly cut short. Stormie had her backed against a wall, her wand pushed firmly under the girl's throat, she looked like she was having trouble breathing.
"What did you say?" Stormie asked, her voice still dangerously low.
Draco looked on in amusement.
"Come on you cellulite packed bitch, what the FUCK did you just say?" Stormie applied more pressure to the wand; Pansy let out a small strangling sound. Her eyes started to bug out a little.
"STORMIE MARIE JOHNSON!" Bradian, Ginny and Melody all ran up beside her. "She's not worth it Storms, let her go." Bradian tried to coax his younger sister, who turned and looked at him, her eyes taking on the color of the tiger's yellow eyes. She looked back at her prey, applying a little more pressure to the wand.
"If I ever hear you say that fucking word again you will not live to regret it, understood?" she growled at the girl, who tried to nod, but couldn't because of Stormie's wand. Stormie took her wand away and walked out of the Great Hall without taking a second look at the girl she had left lying on the floor gasping for breath.
Stormie made her way to the library, willing herself to calm down. All of a sudden she let out an earsplitting roar, still in human form. She found out that when she was really pissed, roaring would calm her down a little. Her father had even went through the trouble of putting an extra strength silencing charm on her bedroom door so she wouldn't disturb the rest of the house.
Stormie went to a table that was pushed all the way against a window. She sighed as she plopped down, remembering exactly why that one little word had made her explode.
**FLASHBACK**
"Your nothing but a mud-blood and a freak!" said Heather in front of the rest of Moonbeam Academy. Stormie, a first year, watched as her older cousin cried. "Melody heartstrings the Mud-blood." The short fat girl started to chant the rest of the school starting in. Bradian and Brite had been there; they were the ones who finally pulled Melody away from the group of taunting second years.
Stormie hadn't cared about being called a freak, but Melody hated being called a mud-blood. She loved her muggle father. She had refused to talk to anyone, even her mother about what had happened.
**END OF FLASHBACK**
Stormie sighed. She didn't want any one to ever hurt her cousin again; which is what had made her freak out. Melody still hadn't even gotten over her mother's and father's death. She didn't need extra trauma. Stormie felt someone sit down next to her and turned to see Melody, looking slightly frazzled.
"I'm sorry Mel. I know I shouldn't be fighting at school, but the bitch pissed me off." Stormie said to her cousin.
"It's ok Storms, I heard what she said. And I know you were, just like always, trying to protect me. Don't you think it's kinda funny? I mean, Brite and Bradian watch out for us, but you're the one who always ends up fighting all of our battles." Mel gave a small smile.
"That's only because I have a short temper. Regardless of what came out of her mouth, I was gonna end up trying to kill her. It just happened sooner, though. By the way, I think Zambini likes you, and you like him. Go for it! Besides, it would so piss Pansy off. Her cousin going out with the freak's cousin! Priceless."
Melody laughed. "What about you and Draco? You like each other, I don't care what he says. He likes you."
Stormie sighed. "I don't know whether or not I like Draco. But I do know that little bitty me would ruin his perfect little life. I mean come on, sure our family has too much money and all that good junk, but his father's a death eater. Mine is the guy who's trying to help the ministry 'weed out the bad people' and let's face it, the Malfoys fit perfectly into the bad people category."
Melody sighed. "But there seems so much more than that. You know, I can sense it. There's something there. Something that tells me that he would give anything not to be a Malfoy, or at least that mother fucker's son." She looked serious, and Melody had never been wrong. Stormie's mother always said she was sure Melody was a seer who just hadn't hit her full potential yet.
"You're right. I guess I see that in him too. It's just, I don't know if I actually like him, and I guess it's just harder to stay cold and distant with him. You know?" she asked Melody.
"Maybe that's the point Storms. You have stayed cold and distant against from men for so long that you have trouble letting your guard down. I was actually surprised when you told me that you willingly slept with the guy, after what happened and all." Melody looked at her cousin; she was close to tears. "Storms, just think about it OK? It's only natural for you to be afraid. Most people would end up in St. Mungo's here or The Golden Broom Ward in Salem if what happened to you had happened to them. Maybe you should just tell him, or someone else?" With that, Melody left Stormie to think about the year before.
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Is that a cliffie? Huh is it, is it? Hehehehehe I am so evil! Any one interested in what happened to Stormie to make her so cold and distant? Oh come on you know you are. And what's the deal with Draco? Stay tuned to find out! This chapter was 9 pages long! So review!