Title: The Fifth Year
Author: Cactuskitty
Chapter: Seven
Disclaimer: I do not own anything/person/idea for the Harry Potter book
series.
Chapter Seven: Relations and Nicknames
Ophelia didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary as she sat down at the Slytherin table right across from Malfoy. He seemed quite calm as he engaged her in conversation.
"So, how did a lowly weasel like yourself manage to be sorted into a house so above you and our family's social level?" He asked with a smirk creeping on to his long pale lips.
And by her disgusted expression it was obvious that Ophelia didn't care too much for his fowl sense of humor. So it wasn't a shock when she replied quite coldly to this snooty boy. "Excuse me?" But when she turned to face him it appeared as though a light went on in her head, causing her entire attitude to change, "Oh, you must be Draco Malfoy! My cousin and his friend Harry told me so much about you."
The second the name Harry was mentioned his face went dark and his smirk disappeared, a cruel sneer took its place as he replied, "I'm sure they did."
But it seemed as though Ophelia didn't notice because she continued in a cheery voice, "Harry claims that you have an ego bigger than Lockhart's and less of a personality than Snape (whomever he is.) And my grammar is much too clean for me to tell you what Ron said you are."
Draco rose an eyebrow at the last statement, and looked like he was pondering his reply, but he answered much sooner than Ophelia though he would, "So, what do you think of me?"
"I personally agree with Harry; so far, but I should say that I am highly surprised with your behavior. I would think that someone like you, coming from such a highly respected pureblood wizarding family, would be more respectful to their superiors."
"What do you mean? Everyone knows that the Weasely family is barely a step higher on the social ladder from scum." Malfoy stated in a tiresome voice.
"That might be true about some members of our family; but do I even look like a Weasely?" She asked with a cunning expression.
"No. So what exactly are you getting at weasel? Are you saying you're not a Weasely?"
"No, you git, I'm a Weasely alright, but if I don't look like one what makes you think that I'll act like one?" She stated very sternly, and in a cold voice added, "Look, you prat, if I was anything like that pathetic red heads in my family would I be sitting here talking to you right now?"
"Very true weasel." He once again seemed to be in deep concentration, then he abruptly intrupted the awkward silence, "Now that you are finished, I need to ask you something."
"Go ahead."
"How good of a friend are you with Darcy Greer?"
"As much as you are with my cousin, why?" She asked with a skeptical look.
"No reason."
"Well, they don't seem to be killing eachother." Harry said in an impassionate voice.
"Eilene looked up from her food covered plate over to where Harry was staring, "What? Oh, you mean Ophelia and Draco?"
"Yes, but how do you know who Malfoy is?"
"Yeah!" Ron managed to add with his mouth full of food, "We didn't point out that bloody prat to you."
"Ew! Ron! Don't talk with your mouth full!" Hermione squealed.
Eilene giggled as she answered the question, "Every fifth year girl at Grunnion's knew who Draco Malfoy was because of his friendship with Ellie. That's probably the only reason why 'Phelia's talking to him."
Ginny suddenly redirected her attention from her conversation with Adrienne, another new student who was sorted into their house, to talk to Eilene, "Who is Ellie? Did she transfer too?"
"Yea, she goes here, she was sorted into ravenclaw." Once she said the last word the four Gryffindors started scanning their brains for a new student named Ellie, Eleanor, or something like that, and Eilene continued, "She is also one of my best friends."
Virginia voiced their thoughts by saying, "I don't remember McGonagall calling anyone by the name of Ellie. Is she coming later?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, I should have explained. Ellie is just a nickname, her real name is Darcy Greer."
"How'd you get Ellie from Darcy?" Ron questioned, spraying food on his plate with every word.
"Ron! Stop it! It's so disgusting!" Hermione yelled.
Eilene giggled and Harry noticed that her green-eyes sparkeled when she laughed, "Her middle name is Eleanor. When she first told us, she had declaired her extreme hatred of the name that had been pasted down to every oldest girl in the Greer family since the thirteenth century. So naturally, when we found out that her family all called her Ellie, we did too. The name sort of stuck and no one calls her Darcy anymore."
"That's kind of mean." Virginia mumbled.
"She doesn't mind, she's use to it now. Isn't she Adrienne?" She asked the tall blond.
"No, I really don't think that she minds anymore. Plus I really think that Ellie fits her a lot better than Darcy." After saying that Adrienne started a conversation with Semeus.
"That's what I think. Eilene said with a quick nod of her head.
"So what does Ophelia have against her? She appeared very angry when Leona mentioned her when we were shopping." Hermione stated with a interrogating expression.
"Umm. I don't think I can really tell you that. Let's just say that they aren't really friends anymore, because." Eilene made a face that showed she was trying to figure out a way to open the bag, but not let the cat out, "Because Ellie was tired of her pulling Ophelia's."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked with an eyebrow raised.
"I'd rather not say." She replied with an exasperated look, as though it had taken a lot of her energy to explain.
"That's fine, it's really none of our business any way." Virginia bluntly stated, and Harry thought he heard her mumble something a long the lines of, "I understand completely."
Hermione, who noticed the ever growing tension, changed the subject to something they all we wondering, "How does she know the Malfoys?"
Eilene's smile returned once again as she turned to Ginny and asked, "Do you know Chloe Nobuko? She's a fourth year Ravenclaw."
"Yes, I know her. She's one of my best friends." Ginny joyously replied.
"She's one of mine too." Eilene grinned, and Virginia decided that she liked this girl, "Well, the three of their mothers work together. So they both were pretty well known by our class. But not as well as you three." She added with a deep blush.
"Really? Ron questioned with a huge grin, "No wonder Leona knew we were in Gryffindor."
"Yeah, well I just hope no one reads Teen Witch." Harry said with a grammace.
"Teen Witch!" Adrienne exclaimed, "I love that magizine! I own every copy from the last three years. Boy, Rita Seeker did a number on you guys."
"Yes, I know she did." Hermione said coldly, but hastily added, "But don't worry, we always find a way to come out even."
"What do you mean?" Eilene wondered.
"I would rather, how would you say, keep it in a jar." She replied with a huge grin.
"Will you please tell us later?" Adrienne begged.
But instead of answering her directly, Hermione just winked and said, "I'll think about it."
After that was said Harry tuned out the girls melodioius conversation and began to try to take in everything that had happened. Ophelia was surprisingly sorted into Slytherin. The identity of the strange science- loving girl was discovered. And it seemed as though the two of them dispised each other. Harry wondered how she could be friends with that prat Malfoy, and like so many other girls dislike Ophelia. He found this idea very strange and tried to imagine how anyone could find such a bloody wanker friend up to Gryffindor tower where he soon found himself asleep.
A/N: Chapter Eight coming soon! Hope you liked this one, review if you do.
Chapter Seven: Relations and Nicknames
Ophelia didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary as she sat down at the Slytherin table right across from Malfoy. He seemed quite calm as he engaged her in conversation.
"So, how did a lowly weasel like yourself manage to be sorted into a house so above you and our family's social level?" He asked with a smirk creeping on to his long pale lips.
And by her disgusted expression it was obvious that Ophelia didn't care too much for his fowl sense of humor. So it wasn't a shock when she replied quite coldly to this snooty boy. "Excuse me?" But when she turned to face him it appeared as though a light went on in her head, causing her entire attitude to change, "Oh, you must be Draco Malfoy! My cousin and his friend Harry told me so much about you."
The second the name Harry was mentioned his face went dark and his smirk disappeared, a cruel sneer took its place as he replied, "I'm sure they did."
But it seemed as though Ophelia didn't notice because she continued in a cheery voice, "Harry claims that you have an ego bigger than Lockhart's and less of a personality than Snape (whomever he is.) And my grammar is much too clean for me to tell you what Ron said you are."
Draco rose an eyebrow at the last statement, and looked like he was pondering his reply, but he answered much sooner than Ophelia though he would, "So, what do you think of me?"
"I personally agree with Harry; so far, but I should say that I am highly surprised with your behavior. I would think that someone like you, coming from such a highly respected pureblood wizarding family, would be more respectful to their superiors."
"What do you mean? Everyone knows that the Weasely family is barely a step higher on the social ladder from scum." Malfoy stated in a tiresome voice.
"That might be true about some members of our family; but do I even look like a Weasely?" She asked with a cunning expression.
"No. So what exactly are you getting at weasel? Are you saying you're not a Weasely?"
"No, you git, I'm a Weasely alright, but if I don't look like one what makes you think that I'll act like one?" She stated very sternly, and in a cold voice added, "Look, you prat, if I was anything like that pathetic red heads in my family would I be sitting here talking to you right now?"
"Very true weasel." He once again seemed to be in deep concentration, then he abruptly intrupted the awkward silence, "Now that you are finished, I need to ask you something."
"Go ahead."
"How good of a friend are you with Darcy Greer?"
"As much as you are with my cousin, why?" She asked with a skeptical look.
"No reason."
"Well, they don't seem to be killing eachother." Harry said in an impassionate voice.
"Eilene looked up from her food covered plate over to where Harry was staring, "What? Oh, you mean Ophelia and Draco?"
"Yes, but how do you know who Malfoy is?"
"Yeah!" Ron managed to add with his mouth full of food, "We didn't point out that bloody prat to you."
"Ew! Ron! Don't talk with your mouth full!" Hermione squealed.
Eilene giggled as she answered the question, "Every fifth year girl at Grunnion's knew who Draco Malfoy was because of his friendship with Ellie. That's probably the only reason why 'Phelia's talking to him."
Ginny suddenly redirected her attention from her conversation with Adrienne, another new student who was sorted into their house, to talk to Eilene, "Who is Ellie? Did she transfer too?"
"Yea, she goes here, she was sorted into ravenclaw." Once she said the last word the four Gryffindors started scanning their brains for a new student named Ellie, Eleanor, or something like that, and Eilene continued, "She is also one of my best friends."
Virginia voiced their thoughts by saying, "I don't remember McGonagall calling anyone by the name of Ellie. Is she coming later?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, I should have explained. Ellie is just a nickname, her real name is Darcy Greer."
"How'd you get Ellie from Darcy?" Ron questioned, spraying food on his plate with every word.
"Ron! Stop it! It's so disgusting!" Hermione yelled.
Eilene giggled and Harry noticed that her green-eyes sparkeled when she laughed, "Her middle name is Eleanor. When she first told us, she had declaired her extreme hatred of the name that had been pasted down to every oldest girl in the Greer family since the thirteenth century. So naturally, when we found out that her family all called her Ellie, we did too. The name sort of stuck and no one calls her Darcy anymore."
"That's kind of mean." Virginia mumbled.
"She doesn't mind, she's use to it now. Isn't she Adrienne?" She asked the tall blond.
"No, I really don't think that she minds anymore. Plus I really think that Ellie fits her a lot better than Darcy." After saying that Adrienne started a conversation with Semeus.
"That's what I think. Eilene said with a quick nod of her head.
"So what does Ophelia have against her? She appeared very angry when Leona mentioned her when we were shopping." Hermione stated with a interrogating expression.
"Umm. I don't think I can really tell you that. Let's just say that they aren't really friends anymore, because." Eilene made a face that showed she was trying to figure out a way to open the bag, but not let the cat out, "Because Ellie was tired of her pulling Ophelia's."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked with an eyebrow raised.
"I'd rather not say." She replied with an exasperated look, as though it had taken a lot of her energy to explain.
"That's fine, it's really none of our business any way." Virginia bluntly stated, and Harry thought he heard her mumble something a long the lines of, "I understand completely."
Hermione, who noticed the ever growing tension, changed the subject to something they all we wondering, "How does she know the Malfoys?"
Eilene's smile returned once again as she turned to Ginny and asked, "Do you know Chloe Nobuko? She's a fourth year Ravenclaw."
"Yes, I know her. She's one of my best friends." Ginny joyously replied.
"She's one of mine too." Eilene grinned, and Virginia decided that she liked this girl, "Well, the three of their mothers work together. So they both were pretty well known by our class. But not as well as you three." She added with a deep blush.
"Really? Ron questioned with a huge grin, "No wonder Leona knew we were in Gryffindor."
"Yeah, well I just hope no one reads Teen Witch." Harry said with a grammace.
"Teen Witch!" Adrienne exclaimed, "I love that magizine! I own every copy from the last three years. Boy, Rita Seeker did a number on you guys."
"Yes, I know she did." Hermione said coldly, but hastily added, "But don't worry, we always find a way to come out even."
"What do you mean?" Eilene wondered.
"I would rather, how would you say, keep it in a jar." She replied with a huge grin.
"Will you please tell us later?" Adrienne begged.
But instead of answering her directly, Hermione just winked and said, "I'll think about it."
After that was said Harry tuned out the girls melodioius conversation and began to try to take in everything that had happened. Ophelia was surprisingly sorted into Slytherin. The identity of the strange science- loving girl was discovered. And it seemed as though the two of them dispised each other. Harry wondered how she could be friends with that prat Malfoy, and like so many other girls dislike Ophelia. He found this idea very strange and tried to imagine how anyone could find such a bloody wanker friend up to Gryffindor tower where he soon found himself asleep.
A/N: Chapter Eight coming soon! Hope you liked this one, review if you do.
