Title: The Fifth Year
Author: Cactuskitty
Chapter: Ten
Disclaimer: I do not own anything/person/idea for the Harry Potter book series.
Chapter Ten: Pussy Whipped
"Well, if I knew you were tutoring Potty and Weasel, I wouldn't have been so quick to let you go." Draco glared at the two Gryffindors, "What's wrong Potter couldn't find your own girl to study with, or is mudblood Granger not enough? "
Ellie cringed at the derogatory slang, and noticed the two boys' fists clench. She tried to change the subject, but Harry was faster, "You know Malfoy, jealousy is not very becoming. You were better off being a prick. Plus you're just pissed because Hermione's not of 'pureblood', and she's still worth a helluva lot more than a wanker like yourself."
Ron and Harry began laughing at the questioning (but slightly amused) glare Ellie shot at the silent seething Slytherin. She raised an eyebrow at his look, which was apparently pleading for innocence, as she finally grasped the handles of the conversation. Ellie was deciding who she was going to straighten out first, "I don't know if I want to be the girl of a wanker, Draco." She grinned genially at his astonished glare, she knew he'd be infuriated by her dry humor, but what were friends for? "My goodness! Will you two please stop cackling like a couple of hyenas? And you, I had better not hear any more bigoted remarks, or else. It honestly wasn't that amusing, the three of you are so immature. It's disgusting," she said mocking a scandalized tone, which only caused Draco to join the snickering.
"As if you're one to preach Miss High-and-Mighty. I've seen you and Eilene go at it. Talk about immaturity." Draco drawled in a voice as cool as ice, after regaining his composure, "You two fight like wildcats, and you're friends; I frankly feel sorry for your enemies." He began to sneer for a reason hidden to the two Gryffindors.
"Oh, stop being so posh." Ellie said half-heartedly, as she started to lift her box.
Ron grinned devilishly, "Yes Draco, stop being so posh."
"Stuff it Weasley, or I'll be forced to show you your proper place." Draco snarled.
"Oh yeah? And where's that ferret?"
After hearing the last comment, Ellie turned to ask Harry a certain question that had been plaguing her mind since she had arrived at Hogwarts, "Why do people keep calling him ferret?"
"It's a long story; I'll tell you tomorrow."
"You had better, because Draco refuses."
"Back in the gutter with the rest of your poorly bred family!" Draco snarled at Ron, and started to smirk as he watched Harry try to hold the redhead back.
"Stop this, all of you! Or I'll give you a rollicking that would make Hermione's rows look like chocolate frogs!" Ellie yelled unexpectedly, instantly grasping their attention. She inhaled deeply and continued, "Now, can we please act like semi civilized human beings here? I know none of you are mature enough to act your age, but can't you at least pretend to get along for my sake? Or at least until after we get to the Great Hall." The three boys nodded, and she was surprised that she already had them all pussy whipped. It's always a little fun to be in power, as long as it doesn't go to your head.
"Thank you." She said quietly, "Speaking of the Great Hall, shouldn't we be heading there. If that clock's correct, we're already five minutes late, and I personally loathe tardiness." Harry was surprised that she wasn't being sarcastic as she said that, because Ellie was now well known for her casual lateness, "Draco, love, will you please take this box? It's really beginning to feel heavy."
* * * *
Harry and Ron, were both silent during their long trek towards the hall, because they both feared the rollicking they might receive for starting trouble. And to imagine one worse than Hermione's was very close to impossible. However, they entertained themselves by eaves dropping on Ellie and Draco's conversation as they walked slightly behind them.
"Draco?" Ellie asked softly.
The blonde's reply sounded dry and over worked, most likely because he had to carry the gigantic box, "Yes Darcy?"
"When's the next Quidditch match?"
"Three weeks from Friday, Ravenclaw vs. Hufflepuff." He grunted, "How the hell did you get this all the way to the library?"
"Leona helped."
"Of course." His answers were blunt, but oddly not cold.
"What are the chances of Hufflepuff winning?"
"Slim to nil, since they had to get a new seeker," he sounded slightly uneasy, and Harry had a good idea why, "and I heard he's not too good."
"Splendid, I hope it'll be a fast game. I'm really anxious to see Cho play. I was told that she's the best of the four seekers, and that she's especially better than that Slytherin one." She had a small grin playing on her lips, as she teased the Malfoy, "I heard that he was a rank flyer and that he plays terribly dirty."
"He can fly better than Chang any day." He glared, and then added vainly, "So what if he plays a little dirty?"
She laughed, "So he uses the rule Leona and I created?"
"And what rule is that little Ravenclaw?"
They noticed that Ellie disregarded the 'little' comment (she was barely 5'3) and began reciting the rule in a singsong voice, "It doesn't matter if you win or loose, all that matters is how you cheat during the game."
Draco snickered at her little performance, but said nothing. He knew better than to discuss Quidditch tactics in the hearing range of opponents. Ellie realized that their conversation was over as was their hike to the Great Hall.
"Thank you Malfoy, for your help. I owe you one." She gave him a playful wink, causing him to smirk.
"I know you do Greer. I'll give you your task soon enough." He replied coolly, as he set down her box on the Ravenclaw bench and sauntered over to the greener part of the room.
She then turned and said her goodbyes to the other two boys and confirmed their meeting. Harry and Ron then headed over to their own table, where Hermione and Eilene greeted them.
Hermione seemed very eager to find out how the session went, and began her questioning, and the two boys began stuffing their faces, "How was it?"
"Mmph. Fine. She did my tea reading, and we learned lots. Eh, Ron?" Harry muttered.
"Yup." Ron somehow managed to say with a mouth full of food.
"Really?" she responded incredulously, and Harry and Ron nodded in unison, " Saw you walk in with Malfoy, peacefully. how'd that happen? I wasn't aware that hell had frozen over."
Ron gulped down a full goblet of pumpkin juice before explaining, "Ellie asked him to help her carry back her equipment. There wasn't really anything we could do about it. He tried to start a fight, but promised him a beating that would make his ears ring, and he shut up. I never knew he was that pussy whipped." Harry was glad that his friend conveniently left out the fact that she was threatening them also. Now that he thought about it, he was ashamed by his own cowardice. "The boy who lived" can't even stand up to a girl.
"She's amazing, isn't she?" Eilene whispered.
"What 'Lene?" Hermione inquired, didn't seem to notice Eilene shudder at the butchering of her name.
"I said, 'she's amazing, isn't she." She repeated.
"Whatdaya mean?" Ron inquired.
"Well, she's got these amazing abilities. Let me think of an example." Eilene paused, "You said she did your tea reading. What did she say?"
"That I'd show loyalty to a friend."
"And have you since she told you?"
"Umm." His mind raced back to the scene in the library, before finally saying, "Yeah, I stood up for 'Moine when Draco called her a mudblood." Eilene and Hermione's flinch was visible after hearing the racial slang.
"That's right, you did." Ron's eyes grew wide, and glared at the smokey sky above them ponderously as he wondered if this was how Lavender felt when her rabbit died, or was that Pravati's rabbit.
"A coincidence." Hermione said dryly, "Pure and simple dumb luck."
"That's what we all thought too, but then she would get specific. Like when she once told me not to climb any trees one day. I had asked why, but she refused to answer, she just said don't. Later that day I completely forgot her stupid request, and was playing quidditch with my little brother. And wouldn't you know it, but one of our quaffles got stuck in a tree. I climbed it and started to free it, when all of a sudden I lost my balance and fell out. I broke my arm, and when she came to our hospital wing she called me an insufferable git, and scolded me for not listening. That may not sound like a lot, but she can do more that and then some. She can also do a heckuva lot more than she lets on, I'm sure of it." She had a glint of determination, and it seemed that she and Hermione were on the brink of their first scrap. Which must have meant that Eilene really had a lot of faith in Ellie's abilities, because she usually avoided brawls.
They went on like that for quite awhile, neither of them getting any further than whence they begun. After a while Harry and Ron toned them out and kept themselves occupied until dinner ended and Dumbledore stood and requested their silence.
"Ahem, students, may I please have your attention? I believe the information I am about to share with all of you may draw your interest." He paused and the room became hushed, "Since the end of October is drawing near, I thought it would be only fair to announce the date of this year's Yule Ball."
After that the hall was filled again with whispers, giggles, and groans. It took Dumbledore a good while to regain control and he was finally able to reveal the date and who was able to attend, "It will be held on December 23rd and you must be fourth year and older to attend unless you are invited. Now you all may go back to your gossiping."
A/N: I'm so happy. I finally sat down and outlined like the next three chapters, so my story actually has a set pattern. Yay!
Thanks to all my lovely, lovely reviewers. That type of stuff kills me, it really does. No kidding. *Laughs nervously, and snaps out of The Catcher in the Rye mode* Sorry that Leona and Chloe weren't really in this chapter, but they'll be in there soon. Do not fret my dear friends.
Okay, one more note: Go check out my web site please!!?? It has The Fifth Year fan art, and I think it's really cool. Go check it out. The link is on my profile. Thanks.
Author: Cactuskitty
Chapter: Ten
Disclaimer: I do not own anything/person/idea for the Harry Potter book series.
Chapter Ten: Pussy Whipped
"Well, if I knew you were tutoring Potty and Weasel, I wouldn't have been so quick to let you go." Draco glared at the two Gryffindors, "What's wrong Potter couldn't find your own girl to study with, or is mudblood Granger not enough? "
Ellie cringed at the derogatory slang, and noticed the two boys' fists clench. She tried to change the subject, but Harry was faster, "You know Malfoy, jealousy is not very becoming. You were better off being a prick. Plus you're just pissed because Hermione's not of 'pureblood', and she's still worth a helluva lot more than a wanker like yourself."
Ron and Harry began laughing at the questioning (but slightly amused) glare Ellie shot at the silent seething Slytherin. She raised an eyebrow at his look, which was apparently pleading for innocence, as she finally grasped the handles of the conversation. Ellie was deciding who she was going to straighten out first, "I don't know if I want to be the girl of a wanker, Draco." She grinned genially at his astonished glare, she knew he'd be infuriated by her dry humor, but what were friends for? "My goodness! Will you two please stop cackling like a couple of hyenas? And you, I had better not hear any more bigoted remarks, or else. It honestly wasn't that amusing, the three of you are so immature. It's disgusting," she said mocking a scandalized tone, which only caused Draco to join the snickering.
"As if you're one to preach Miss High-and-Mighty. I've seen you and Eilene go at it. Talk about immaturity." Draco drawled in a voice as cool as ice, after regaining his composure, "You two fight like wildcats, and you're friends; I frankly feel sorry for your enemies." He began to sneer for a reason hidden to the two Gryffindors.
"Oh, stop being so posh." Ellie said half-heartedly, as she started to lift her box.
Ron grinned devilishly, "Yes Draco, stop being so posh."
"Stuff it Weasley, or I'll be forced to show you your proper place." Draco snarled.
"Oh yeah? And where's that ferret?"
After hearing the last comment, Ellie turned to ask Harry a certain question that had been plaguing her mind since she had arrived at Hogwarts, "Why do people keep calling him ferret?"
"It's a long story; I'll tell you tomorrow."
"You had better, because Draco refuses."
"Back in the gutter with the rest of your poorly bred family!" Draco snarled at Ron, and started to smirk as he watched Harry try to hold the redhead back.
"Stop this, all of you! Or I'll give you a rollicking that would make Hermione's rows look like chocolate frogs!" Ellie yelled unexpectedly, instantly grasping their attention. She inhaled deeply and continued, "Now, can we please act like semi civilized human beings here? I know none of you are mature enough to act your age, but can't you at least pretend to get along for my sake? Or at least until after we get to the Great Hall." The three boys nodded, and she was surprised that she already had them all pussy whipped. It's always a little fun to be in power, as long as it doesn't go to your head.
"Thank you." She said quietly, "Speaking of the Great Hall, shouldn't we be heading there. If that clock's correct, we're already five minutes late, and I personally loathe tardiness." Harry was surprised that she wasn't being sarcastic as she said that, because Ellie was now well known for her casual lateness, "Draco, love, will you please take this box? It's really beginning to feel heavy."
* * * *
Harry and Ron, were both silent during their long trek towards the hall, because they both feared the rollicking they might receive for starting trouble. And to imagine one worse than Hermione's was very close to impossible. However, they entertained themselves by eaves dropping on Ellie and Draco's conversation as they walked slightly behind them.
"Draco?" Ellie asked softly.
The blonde's reply sounded dry and over worked, most likely because he had to carry the gigantic box, "Yes Darcy?"
"When's the next Quidditch match?"
"Three weeks from Friday, Ravenclaw vs. Hufflepuff." He grunted, "How the hell did you get this all the way to the library?"
"Leona helped."
"Of course." His answers were blunt, but oddly not cold.
"What are the chances of Hufflepuff winning?"
"Slim to nil, since they had to get a new seeker," he sounded slightly uneasy, and Harry had a good idea why, "and I heard he's not too good."
"Splendid, I hope it'll be a fast game. I'm really anxious to see Cho play. I was told that she's the best of the four seekers, and that she's especially better than that Slytherin one." She had a small grin playing on her lips, as she teased the Malfoy, "I heard that he was a rank flyer and that he plays terribly dirty."
"He can fly better than Chang any day." He glared, and then added vainly, "So what if he plays a little dirty?"
She laughed, "So he uses the rule Leona and I created?"
"And what rule is that little Ravenclaw?"
They noticed that Ellie disregarded the 'little' comment (she was barely 5'3) and began reciting the rule in a singsong voice, "It doesn't matter if you win or loose, all that matters is how you cheat during the game."
Draco snickered at her little performance, but said nothing. He knew better than to discuss Quidditch tactics in the hearing range of opponents. Ellie realized that their conversation was over as was their hike to the Great Hall.
"Thank you Malfoy, for your help. I owe you one." She gave him a playful wink, causing him to smirk.
"I know you do Greer. I'll give you your task soon enough." He replied coolly, as he set down her box on the Ravenclaw bench and sauntered over to the greener part of the room.
She then turned and said her goodbyes to the other two boys and confirmed their meeting. Harry and Ron then headed over to their own table, where Hermione and Eilene greeted them.
Hermione seemed very eager to find out how the session went, and began her questioning, and the two boys began stuffing their faces, "How was it?"
"Mmph. Fine. She did my tea reading, and we learned lots. Eh, Ron?" Harry muttered.
"Yup." Ron somehow managed to say with a mouth full of food.
"Really?" she responded incredulously, and Harry and Ron nodded in unison, " Saw you walk in with Malfoy, peacefully. how'd that happen? I wasn't aware that hell had frozen over."
Ron gulped down a full goblet of pumpkin juice before explaining, "Ellie asked him to help her carry back her equipment. There wasn't really anything we could do about it. He tried to start a fight, but promised him a beating that would make his ears ring, and he shut up. I never knew he was that pussy whipped." Harry was glad that his friend conveniently left out the fact that she was threatening them also. Now that he thought about it, he was ashamed by his own cowardice. "The boy who lived" can't even stand up to a girl.
"She's amazing, isn't she?" Eilene whispered.
"What 'Lene?" Hermione inquired, didn't seem to notice Eilene shudder at the butchering of her name.
"I said, 'she's amazing, isn't she." She repeated.
"Whatdaya mean?" Ron inquired.
"Well, she's got these amazing abilities. Let me think of an example." Eilene paused, "You said she did your tea reading. What did she say?"
"That I'd show loyalty to a friend."
"And have you since she told you?"
"Umm." His mind raced back to the scene in the library, before finally saying, "Yeah, I stood up for 'Moine when Draco called her a mudblood." Eilene and Hermione's flinch was visible after hearing the racial slang.
"That's right, you did." Ron's eyes grew wide, and glared at the smokey sky above them ponderously as he wondered if this was how Lavender felt when her rabbit died, or was that Pravati's rabbit.
"A coincidence." Hermione said dryly, "Pure and simple dumb luck."
"That's what we all thought too, but then she would get specific. Like when she once told me not to climb any trees one day. I had asked why, but she refused to answer, she just said don't. Later that day I completely forgot her stupid request, and was playing quidditch with my little brother. And wouldn't you know it, but one of our quaffles got stuck in a tree. I climbed it and started to free it, when all of a sudden I lost my balance and fell out. I broke my arm, and when she came to our hospital wing she called me an insufferable git, and scolded me for not listening. That may not sound like a lot, but she can do more that and then some. She can also do a heckuva lot more than she lets on, I'm sure of it." She had a glint of determination, and it seemed that she and Hermione were on the brink of their first scrap. Which must have meant that Eilene really had a lot of faith in Ellie's abilities, because she usually avoided brawls.
They went on like that for quite awhile, neither of them getting any further than whence they begun. After a while Harry and Ron toned them out and kept themselves occupied until dinner ended and Dumbledore stood and requested their silence.
"Ahem, students, may I please have your attention? I believe the information I am about to share with all of you may draw your interest." He paused and the room became hushed, "Since the end of October is drawing near, I thought it would be only fair to announce the date of this year's Yule Ball."
After that the hall was filled again with whispers, giggles, and groans. It took Dumbledore a good while to regain control and he was finally able to reveal the date and who was able to attend, "It will be held on December 23rd and you must be fourth year and older to attend unless you are invited. Now you all may go back to your gossiping."
A/N: I'm so happy. I finally sat down and outlined like the next three chapters, so my story actually has a set pattern. Yay!
Thanks to all my lovely, lovely reviewers. That type of stuff kills me, it really does. No kidding. *Laughs nervously, and snaps out of The Catcher in the Rye mode* Sorry that Leona and Chloe weren't really in this chapter, but they'll be in there soon. Do not fret my dear friends.
Okay, one more note: Go check out my web site please!!?? It has The Fifth Year fan art, and I think it's really cool. Go check it out. The link is on my profile. Thanks.
