Forbidden Magic
Chapter Seven: Smooth Move
Draco waited for his team members to finish. While he was waiting, he thought idly about tomorrow. He had heard from a reliable source that they would be.. well, that something was going to happen tomorrow. He looked around and his eyes fell on the girl next to him. As much as he tried to deny it, the fact remained that Hermione Granger had grown up. He was highly surprised that she had chosen to wear that specific bathing suit. It didn't match her usual librarian look. He tried to tear his eyes away, but found it extremely difficult. He clamped them tight and turned his head away. Only then did he open his eyes. He turned around and saw the member of their team swimming ever closer. The boy sped up at the last minute and touched the shore, permitting them to go. They all stepped in unison, making sure not to trip. It was a slow process, but easy. Crabbe's team was gaining on them. They tried to speed up, but with this many people it was useless. Now they were neck and neck. A moment too late, Malfoy saw Crabbe reach over and push him, causing the whole team to collapse in the sand. Recovery was hopeless, as they were all tied together. They just sat there in the sand, in a heap of entangled bodies, and waited for the other teams to finish. Once all the other teams finished, they untied the ropes binding them together and got to their feet.
"Great, now please get off of me Granger!" Malfoy said, pushing her away as the rope that bound them together was untied. She struggled to her feet and stumbled through the sand to the buoys where the rest of the students were standing. Its not that Malfoy cared about the prize; he would have given it away anyway, but he had been cheated out of coming in first, something that he had strived for since he started school. Crabbe would get what was coming to him, Malfoy would make sure of that. The fact that they were no longer on good terms with one another would just make it that much easier. He stalked to the rest of the group and stood in front. Sergeant Nelson stood in front of the group to address them.
"The winners were this team!" He walked over and held Crabbe's hand in the air. Malfoy glared the coldest and most deadly glare at his former friend and stepped behind a tall boy so that he wouldn't be in the spot light. "Ok, it's lunch time!" Everyone got prepared to scramble to the cafeteria, before Sergeant Nelson stopped them. "That is, it's lunch time for the winning team! For everyone else, fifty push ups!" Malfoy dropped to the push up position and hurriedly did his, not taking the same pride he had the day before. He did them all the same however, and jumped to his feet the minute he was finished. He ran to the lunchroom immediately. He was so hungry he could eat a hippogriff. He got his food as soon as possible and devoured it within seconds. He wondered what they would be doing this evening. Lying back with his arms folded behind his head, he felt the tight grip of Pansy on his arm.
"Let go, Pansy," he said, eyes still closed and jaw muscles clenched.
"Ok, Drakie. Hey did you see what I did to that mudblood today? The look on her face. it was priceless. Did you see?" Malfoy rolled his eyes.
"Oh yes Pansy, it was hilarious," he said monotonously. She failed to hear the sarcasm in his voice and smiled brightly, making her already hideous face look even more terrifying.
"Oooh, did you hear about tomorrow? Well, didj'ya?" she asked anxiously, practically bouncing up and down in her seat. Malfoy looked away and pretended to be interested in the kids that were still outside doing their push-ups.
"No, I can't say that I did. And," he continued, holding up his hand as Pansy began to reply, "I really don't care. Now either leave or be quiet." Pansy looked seriously deprived, but she fell silent and continued to just sit and watch him. He closed his eyes again and leaned back in his chair. After several minutes of peace and quiet, Pansy shook Malfoy's shoulder. "What?" he asked, opening his eyes again.
"Are you sure you don't want to hear about tomorrow? Because-"
"Yes, I'm sure." Malfoy looked around for a moment, the closed his eyes again and continued to lean lazily in his chair.
"Fine. Then I'm leaving!" Malfoy didn't even open his eyes this time. "I mean it, I'm going to go sit somewhere else if you won't talk to me." She looked at him, who appeared as if he hadn't even heard her. "Fine!" and she left him there alone, to think to himself. Soon after, he heard a voice from directly behind him.
"You might not want to lean back on that chair, Malfoy." He opened his eyes and looked around. Hermione was standing behind him with her tray full of food, looking at him with a mild expression on her face.
"Ok, mommy, I'm sorry. I'll be more careful, I promise," he replied sarcastically. Then, in a more serious tone, "oh please, Granger. What's going to happen?" He leaned back in his chair and pretended to stumble. "Oh no, I'm gonna fall! How stupid do you think I am?" She raised her eyebrows, as if deciding whether or not to answer, then shrugged and walked away.
Malfoy tipped back in his chair and he must have leaned a bit too far, because the next thing he knew he was lying flat on his back, the chair strewn out next to him. The crowd around him was laughing, some were pointing. He felt his face grow hot and quickly stood up. He strode out of the room as quickly as possible and, as he past the table where the Dream Team was sitting, he stopped.
"Don't you ever get tired of being right?" he spat at Hermione. She looked up and smiled at him.
"Not at times like these," she called at him behind his retreating back.
Author's Note: Hey everybody. I finished another chapter. Sorry it's been so long. You know how it is when sometimes you just get bored with a story. Well, anyways, thanks to all the repliers. I really appreciate it. See ya'
-Alexis
Chapter Seven: Smooth Move
Draco waited for his team members to finish. While he was waiting, he thought idly about tomorrow. He had heard from a reliable source that they would be.. well, that something was going to happen tomorrow. He looked around and his eyes fell on the girl next to him. As much as he tried to deny it, the fact remained that Hermione Granger had grown up. He was highly surprised that she had chosen to wear that specific bathing suit. It didn't match her usual librarian look. He tried to tear his eyes away, but found it extremely difficult. He clamped them tight and turned his head away. Only then did he open his eyes. He turned around and saw the member of their team swimming ever closer. The boy sped up at the last minute and touched the shore, permitting them to go. They all stepped in unison, making sure not to trip. It was a slow process, but easy. Crabbe's team was gaining on them. They tried to speed up, but with this many people it was useless. Now they were neck and neck. A moment too late, Malfoy saw Crabbe reach over and push him, causing the whole team to collapse in the sand. Recovery was hopeless, as they were all tied together. They just sat there in the sand, in a heap of entangled bodies, and waited for the other teams to finish. Once all the other teams finished, they untied the ropes binding them together and got to their feet.
"Great, now please get off of me Granger!" Malfoy said, pushing her away as the rope that bound them together was untied. She struggled to her feet and stumbled through the sand to the buoys where the rest of the students were standing. Its not that Malfoy cared about the prize; he would have given it away anyway, but he had been cheated out of coming in first, something that he had strived for since he started school. Crabbe would get what was coming to him, Malfoy would make sure of that. The fact that they were no longer on good terms with one another would just make it that much easier. He stalked to the rest of the group and stood in front. Sergeant Nelson stood in front of the group to address them.
"The winners were this team!" He walked over and held Crabbe's hand in the air. Malfoy glared the coldest and most deadly glare at his former friend and stepped behind a tall boy so that he wouldn't be in the spot light. "Ok, it's lunch time!" Everyone got prepared to scramble to the cafeteria, before Sergeant Nelson stopped them. "That is, it's lunch time for the winning team! For everyone else, fifty push ups!" Malfoy dropped to the push up position and hurriedly did his, not taking the same pride he had the day before. He did them all the same however, and jumped to his feet the minute he was finished. He ran to the lunchroom immediately. He was so hungry he could eat a hippogriff. He got his food as soon as possible and devoured it within seconds. He wondered what they would be doing this evening. Lying back with his arms folded behind his head, he felt the tight grip of Pansy on his arm.
"Let go, Pansy," he said, eyes still closed and jaw muscles clenched.
"Ok, Drakie. Hey did you see what I did to that mudblood today? The look on her face. it was priceless. Did you see?" Malfoy rolled his eyes.
"Oh yes Pansy, it was hilarious," he said monotonously. She failed to hear the sarcasm in his voice and smiled brightly, making her already hideous face look even more terrifying.
"Oooh, did you hear about tomorrow? Well, didj'ya?" she asked anxiously, practically bouncing up and down in her seat. Malfoy looked away and pretended to be interested in the kids that were still outside doing their push-ups.
"No, I can't say that I did. And," he continued, holding up his hand as Pansy began to reply, "I really don't care. Now either leave or be quiet." Pansy looked seriously deprived, but she fell silent and continued to just sit and watch him. He closed his eyes again and leaned back in his chair. After several minutes of peace and quiet, Pansy shook Malfoy's shoulder. "What?" he asked, opening his eyes again.
"Are you sure you don't want to hear about tomorrow? Because-"
"Yes, I'm sure." Malfoy looked around for a moment, the closed his eyes again and continued to lean lazily in his chair.
"Fine. Then I'm leaving!" Malfoy didn't even open his eyes this time. "I mean it, I'm going to go sit somewhere else if you won't talk to me." She looked at him, who appeared as if he hadn't even heard her. "Fine!" and she left him there alone, to think to himself. Soon after, he heard a voice from directly behind him.
"You might not want to lean back on that chair, Malfoy." He opened his eyes and looked around. Hermione was standing behind him with her tray full of food, looking at him with a mild expression on her face.
"Ok, mommy, I'm sorry. I'll be more careful, I promise," he replied sarcastically. Then, in a more serious tone, "oh please, Granger. What's going to happen?" He leaned back in his chair and pretended to stumble. "Oh no, I'm gonna fall! How stupid do you think I am?" She raised her eyebrows, as if deciding whether or not to answer, then shrugged and walked away.
Malfoy tipped back in his chair and he must have leaned a bit too far, because the next thing he knew he was lying flat on his back, the chair strewn out next to him. The crowd around him was laughing, some were pointing. He felt his face grow hot and quickly stood up. He strode out of the room as quickly as possible and, as he past the table where the Dream Team was sitting, he stopped.
"Don't you ever get tired of being right?" he spat at Hermione. She looked up and smiled at him.
"Not at times like these," she called at him behind his retreating back.
Author's Note: Hey everybody. I finished another chapter. Sorry it's been so long. You know how it is when sometimes you just get bored with a story. Well, anyways, thanks to all the repliers. I really appreciate it. See ya'
-Alexis
