Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the setting or background
facts. I do however own the main character girl, Andrea. I really do own
her. She is like me in so many ways, and I own myself so HA! Take that J.K
Rowling!
Author's Note: Lalalalalalalala. Ho hum. Lalalala, fab-o-lous. La la la.
Rating: I guess I have to give this a rating sooooo.PG-13. I have some scary themes like death, sexual harassment (not really though), cutting (my friends' wrongful accusations inspired that part) and more. Just another fun filled story. No seriously, its good. I don't like to brag at all, but this story is not completely terrible, or else I wouldn't have even posted it. I had two other people read it who thought it was good as well so I am finally ready, after about four revisions to the entire thing, to post the first few chapters, see how people like them, and continue posting regardless of what the hell people like. Enjoy.
Chapter Eight
Draco was beaming. He learned a lot about the mysterious American sooner than he had ever expected. He was prepared to force it out of her, but all he had to do was read what appeared to be a diary of some sort on a muggle machine. He had more dirt on her than anyone else in the school. Only one word came to mind. Blackmail. But first he had to get more to use against her. What he learned already was good, but he wanted more. And Draco knew there was a lot she wasn't mentioning. Suddenly she turned around and stared directly at where Draco was. He was nervous at first, then realized that her eyes were still somewhat unfocused and didn't see him. He backed up anyway against the bookshelf. Suddenly Snape strode into the Library, searched it quickly with his eyes which then landed on Andrea, and walked towards her. "Oh, shit." Draco heard her mutter as she turned back to her laptop and lowered the screen just as Snape walked up behind her. "Good evening Professor," Andrea welcomed unenthusiastically. "Yes, indeed Ms. Wilde," Snape replied mockingly. 'Again with that tone. Why does Snape keep stressing her last name like that? It's like he's mocking her with it. Hmm, I'll keep that in mind.' Draco stored that tid-bit for later use as he saw Andrea flinch at the name. "I need to discuss your detention dates with you. The points were not taken after all seeing as how you are new and did not understand that your actions affect the entire house, yet you requested to keep the detentions because you want to take responsibility for your own actions, or so I have been told. And I want you to know that I rarely ever pursue the student, especially a Gryffindor, although, you are practically a Slytherin; what with your father being who he is and." Snape started but was cut short before he could continue. "Please, Professor. I don't know how you know that, nor do I really care. But I want to make it clear that I am not associated with him, and I do not want his name or relation to me, whatever that may be, mentioned, ever. Can you please respect that?" Andrea's voice went from steady and demanding to pleading and Snape began to feel a little guilty, although he wouldn't let her know that. "Yes, fine," he consented indifferently, "Anyway, I have found you to inform you that your detentions will be this Thursday night from 9:00 - 10:00 pm and Friday at the same time. You will be cleaning the potions closet in my room. Be there on time or you will receive an extra detention," he started to walk away but stopped and added, "Oh, and one of my students offered to proctor it for me. Some bribe to get house points. Plus, I really don't fancy spending two hours with you, or any student for that matter, so I accepted. Draco Malfoy will make sure you show up and do what you are supposed to do and report back to me." Snape strode briskly out of the Library. Andrea froze. "WHAT?!?! Mafloy? That PRAT is going to be my proctor? How is that possible? He planned this and probably has something in mind. Well I wont let him catch me by surprise. If he tries anything I will have Dumbledore on his ass before he can say Dark Mark. I bet he has one, too. Looks like some of those people I've seen my father with. Draco the Death Eater, surprisingly enough, that makes sense. I can see right through him. He has insecurities about people discovering he's not as bad and perfect as he pretends to be. He doesn't want them to find out that he isn't "living up to the family name" that he uses so much to get respect. He's just like Zachary, the turbo-slut jock football player. He slept around so much and always assumed every girl wanted him. And he thought that just because he was a "Winsted" that everyone would bow down to him, or more like kneel down for him. He always felt the need to overpower girls, especially the ones who didn't give into his supposed 'charm'. I, being one of those, naturally, was his main target. He always tried to surprise me. I bet Draco wants to do that too. Well, fine. I'll let him think I am surprised, but I will so be ready for him."
Andrea often found herself talking out loud to, well, herself, when she though no one was around. Tonight it was her mistake though.
Draco smirked and considered all the ways to blackmail her. He decided he had to go and formulate his plan.
"Good night, my dark little princess," he whispered mockingly and strode out of the library.
Andrea thought she heard someone whisper in her and she turned around to find nothing but air. After scaring herself by contemplating all the terrors that could be lurking in the dark, she headed back up to her dormitory and showered. As she climbed into bed she considered the hell she would have to face tomorrow night, and sat up for an hour imagining what he might try to pull. She finally drifted off into a restless sleep with nightmares of vampire boyfriends and evil classmates.
A. N. Who is Andrea's father?!?!?!?! Find out next time on The Adventures of Andrea the Great! Ok so that was a little too cheesy, I'll admit. And, I am lying. I don't remember which chapter you find out. Oh well, bare with me I have two tests and a quiz tomorrow. Bye-bye. Oh and everyone rejoice, I might have a date to homecoming!!!!! Whooo hooo! I am happy if not for myself, then for my mother who is really pushing the whole getting a date thing. I don't understand her. She says she want me to have a boyfriend, but when I tell her me and my friends are hanging out with some boys at someone's house or going to the psychic movies with them, she gets all suspicious and wants to know who each one is and she wants to call their parents. She wants to know every aspect of my social life, yet doesn't seem to care or even notice when I am seriously depressed. I give up. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the next chapter. Cheerio.
Author's Note: Lalalalalalalala. Ho hum. Lalalala, fab-o-lous. La la la.
Rating: I guess I have to give this a rating sooooo.PG-13. I have some scary themes like death, sexual harassment (not really though), cutting (my friends' wrongful accusations inspired that part) and more. Just another fun filled story. No seriously, its good. I don't like to brag at all, but this story is not completely terrible, or else I wouldn't have even posted it. I had two other people read it who thought it was good as well so I am finally ready, after about four revisions to the entire thing, to post the first few chapters, see how people like them, and continue posting regardless of what the hell people like. Enjoy.
Chapter Eight
Draco was beaming. He learned a lot about the mysterious American sooner than he had ever expected. He was prepared to force it out of her, but all he had to do was read what appeared to be a diary of some sort on a muggle machine. He had more dirt on her than anyone else in the school. Only one word came to mind. Blackmail. But first he had to get more to use against her. What he learned already was good, but he wanted more. And Draco knew there was a lot she wasn't mentioning. Suddenly she turned around and stared directly at where Draco was. He was nervous at first, then realized that her eyes were still somewhat unfocused and didn't see him. He backed up anyway against the bookshelf. Suddenly Snape strode into the Library, searched it quickly with his eyes which then landed on Andrea, and walked towards her. "Oh, shit." Draco heard her mutter as she turned back to her laptop and lowered the screen just as Snape walked up behind her. "Good evening Professor," Andrea welcomed unenthusiastically. "Yes, indeed Ms. Wilde," Snape replied mockingly. 'Again with that tone. Why does Snape keep stressing her last name like that? It's like he's mocking her with it. Hmm, I'll keep that in mind.' Draco stored that tid-bit for later use as he saw Andrea flinch at the name. "I need to discuss your detention dates with you. The points were not taken after all seeing as how you are new and did not understand that your actions affect the entire house, yet you requested to keep the detentions because you want to take responsibility for your own actions, or so I have been told. And I want you to know that I rarely ever pursue the student, especially a Gryffindor, although, you are practically a Slytherin; what with your father being who he is and." Snape started but was cut short before he could continue. "Please, Professor. I don't know how you know that, nor do I really care. But I want to make it clear that I am not associated with him, and I do not want his name or relation to me, whatever that may be, mentioned, ever. Can you please respect that?" Andrea's voice went from steady and demanding to pleading and Snape began to feel a little guilty, although he wouldn't let her know that. "Yes, fine," he consented indifferently, "Anyway, I have found you to inform you that your detentions will be this Thursday night from 9:00 - 10:00 pm and Friday at the same time. You will be cleaning the potions closet in my room. Be there on time or you will receive an extra detention," he started to walk away but stopped and added, "Oh, and one of my students offered to proctor it for me. Some bribe to get house points. Plus, I really don't fancy spending two hours with you, or any student for that matter, so I accepted. Draco Malfoy will make sure you show up and do what you are supposed to do and report back to me." Snape strode briskly out of the Library. Andrea froze. "WHAT?!?! Mafloy? That PRAT is going to be my proctor? How is that possible? He planned this and probably has something in mind. Well I wont let him catch me by surprise. If he tries anything I will have Dumbledore on his ass before he can say Dark Mark. I bet he has one, too. Looks like some of those people I've seen my father with. Draco the Death Eater, surprisingly enough, that makes sense. I can see right through him. He has insecurities about people discovering he's not as bad and perfect as he pretends to be. He doesn't want them to find out that he isn't "living up to the family name" that he uses so much to get respect. He's just like Zachary, the turbo-slut jock football player. He slept around so much and always assumed every girl wanted him. And he thought that just because he was a "Winsted" that everyone would bow down to him, or more like kneel down for him. He always felt the need to overpower girls, especially the ones who didn't give into his supposed 'charm'. I, being one of those, naturally, was his main target. He always tried to surprise me. I bet Draco wants to do that too. Well, fine. I'll let him think I am surprised, but I will so be ready for him."
Andrea often found herself talking out loud to, well, herself, when she though no one was around. Tonight it was her mistake though.
Draco smirked and considered all the ways to blackmail her. He decided he had to go and formulate his plan.
"Good night, my dark little princess," he whispered mockingly and strode out of the library.
Andrea thought she heard someone whisper in her and she turned around to find nothing but air. After scaring herself by contemplating all the terrors that could be lurking in the dark, she headed back up to her dormitory and showered. As she climbed into bed she considered the hell she would have to face tomorrow night, and sat up for an hour imagining what he might try to pull. She finally drifted off into a restless sleep with nightmares of vampire boyfriends and evil classmates.
A. N. Who is Andrea's father?!?!?!?! Find out next time on The Adventures of Andrea the Great! Ok so that was a little too cheesy, I'll admit. And, I am lying. I don't remember which chapter you find out. Oh well, bare with me I have two tests and a quiz tomorrow. Bye-bye. Oh and everyone rejoice, I might have a date to homecoming!!!!! Whooo hooo! I am happy if not for myself, then for my mother who is really pushing the whole getting a date thing. I don't understand her. She says she want me to have a boyfriend, but when I tell her me and my friends are hanging out with some boys at someone's house or going to the psychic movies with them, she gets all suspicious and wants to know who each one is and she wants to call their parents. She wants to know every aspect of my social life, yet doesn't seem to care or even notice when I am seriously depressed. I give up. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the next chapter. Cheerio.