AN. Ok I refuse to continue putting up the disclaimers and rating, you all
know it by now. I mean, it cant take eleven chapters to figure out that I
don't have any ownership over Harry Potter and my story is rated PG 13. Ok,
this chapter is longer. And I am back into writing it again. My writer's
block or whatever is passed I think so you are in luck. I have to sleep
because though I skipped today, due to my state of sickness, I have to go
back to school tomorrow. Good night.
Chapter Twelve
She woke a while later to discover Madame Pomfrey hovering over her. Sat up quickly and announced she was ready to go. The medic chuckled and told her to take it easy. "Would you like to see Arielle?" Pomfrey asked soothingly. "Who," Andrea asked, confused. The nurse looked a little flustered. "The girl whom you saved. Remember?" Andrea's conversation with Dumbledore came back to her. "Oh. Um, no not particularly," Andrea shrugged uninterestedly. Madam Pomfrey frowned and walked out. Andrea sighed and cuddled back into the warm bed. Smiling she closed her eyes for a brief moment. 'This is the best thing in life. Just laying in a warm bed, not thinking about how your world is crumbling around you and no one can see it. Sleeping is even better. Being in some alternate reality created entirely by your imagination. So, yes it may include some of the very events of your life you are trying to escape, but it is still a better place. You are technically not living. That is ideal. So maybe, what I really want is to not live. Oh, sigh. Too mush to think about. I just want to curl up and fade away.' She began to drift off again when she noticed a tall, silver haired boy standing in the door to her room. Andrea bolted upright; causing a wave of dizziness that would not be quickly suppressed. "Whoa," she sighed, as she fell back onto her pillow. Draco Malfoy chuckled from his position in the doorway. He was eyeing her oddly. She figured out what he was staring out and gasped, pulling the blankets up over her chest. "Pervert," she spat. The nurse had most likely changed her into something that she could more easily treat her in. Andrea was wearing her white tank top and, much to her horror, just her underwear. Malfoy, of course, didn't know this, but she still felt vulnerable. Grabbing her bag ('Yes! They brought it in for me') she pulled out the spare boxers she had in there. You know, just in case. People had always accused Andrea of being overly prepared. She'd just tell them, 'Well, my motto is, better safe than sorry. Well, that's kind of my motto.' Swiftly pulling the John Mayer print boxers (A.N. Yes, in the happy little world in my head, John Mayer print boxers do exist. They say "john mayer" on them in lower case and have some random bits of lyrics and the occasional picture of him strategically placed. And, the best part, on the ass it has JOHN MAYER written in bog bold letters. Don't you want those boxers?) on under the covers, she grabbed her wand and stepped off the bed, prepared to do battle. Draco just stared at her for a long time. Andrea began to get flustered and was trying her best to hide it. After what seemed like eternity, Draco finally did something, although, it wasn't much of an improvement. He started laughing at her. "What is so fucking funny?" Andrea was pissed, "I mean, you barge in her, stare at me for ages and then start laughing like the idiot I suspect you to be. If you were smart enough to know what's good for you, you wouldn't have even stepped near this room."
He stopped laughing and stepped towards her menacingly. Andrea instinctively took a step back, but stopped herself and stood her ground pointing her wand at him. "You remember what happened last time you messed with me. Do you really want a repeat, or perhaps, something much worse," Andrea teased. Draco obviously wasn't distraught by her threats and taunting. He just kept stalking closer. Andrea held her arm steady and said, "I am serious. Keep moving and I will curse you to hell and back." He didn't seem to hear a word. Andrea got nervous and stepped back. As he got closer, she stepped further away. She backed up into the bedside table and knocked her bag off it. Draco stepped right in front of her. Reaching up to caress her face he said, "Relax, I just want to speak with you." Tracing his finger along the side of her face, he pulled his gaze away from her confused one, and focused on the contents of her bag, now spilled across the floor.
Andrea followed his gaze and cried, "Shit." She quickly bent to pick the things up including her book, portable CD player, Advil bottle, Altoids box, cell phone, some letters to and from various people (including her acceptance letter from Hogwarts) an extra shirt that said "John Mayer Rocks My World" on it and a pointy wooden steak. She shoved her things back into the side bag, and reached out to grab the steak, but Draco snatched it first. She glared up at him as he twirled the object around in his fingers.
"Well well well," He taunted, pulling the steak out of her reach when she grabbed for it, "what have we got here? A steak? Why would our dear little Andie need such a weapon? Are you planning on killing any vampires today? I really wasn't aware there were any on campus, although you can never be too sure what monsters might show up."
"Yea, tell me about it," Andrea said ironically looking pointedly at Draco. He just smiled smugly. Andrea stood up and tried to grab the stick again. He held it out of her reach. "Ah ah ah. It's not nice to grab things from people who are still looking at them." Andrea let out a frustrated sigh and crossed her arms. "You stole it from me first," she mumbled. "You never answered my question before," Draco said running his fingers over the smooth sides of the weapon. "What question," she asked snippily. "Why do you carry a steak around in your pack?" Andrea rolled her eyes at him. "I assumed the question was rhetorical."
He started at Andrea so suddenly she fell back onto the bed. "Don't assume anything about me. It could prove dangerous," he threatened. It was Andrea's turn to laugh, and laugh she did. And once she started, she couldn't will herself to stop. Andrea was laughing so hard she was developing a cramp. After a minute or two it subsided and she made eye contact with a very angry Malfoy.
"Don't laugh at me," he said. Andrea could feel another wave of laughter coming but she suppressed it, with much difficulty, and instead gave him a comeback. "Or else the big bad Draco the death eater is going to come and get me?" she asked in a false child-like tone. His face became dark and he turned away for a moment.
When his gaze traveled back to Andrea she started, "Ooh, hit a nerve there." But Draco quickly cut her off and said, "So, you going to answer my question or do I have to force it out of you."
Andrea laughed, "I'd like to see you try, but for the sake of avoiding another battle and preserving your dignity for the time being, I will just answer your interrogations. I carry it around for protection. I have had some.run ins with vampires before and I don't feel safe anymore unless I have one of those. Can I have Mr. Pointy back now?"
He looked at her skeptically, "Mr. Pointy? You named it?"
Andrea got defensive, "Yes, its not that weird. I took it from Buffy."
"Who, or more likely, what is a Buffy?" Malfoy sneered.
"Oh my god. You British wizards are so out of the loop aren't you? Buffy the Vampire Slayer is a TV show. You know what a TV is, right? It's a muggle device that."
"Yes, I know what a bloody television is. I am not stupid. My father made me take a muggle studies class over the summer to get to know those we control." Draco snapped. He handed her the steak and she sighed, relieved at having her Mr. Pointy back and stroked it. Tucking it safely back into her bag Andrea said, "Ok, Draco. You have succeeded in disrupting the peace of a poor sick girl's hospital room. Happy?"
"Oh, come on. You are not sick. And, don't forget your detention tonight. You were lucky to get off once, but twice would be pushing it," Draco scoffed.
Andrea glared at him and stood up to almost eye level. "Fine, I'll be there."
Draco smiled, "Yes, and remember to be on time or else you might just find yourself with another detention."
Andrea walked to the door and opened it. She waited for moments before saying sarcastically, "alright, thank you so very much for coming by. Leave now."
He slowly started to leave but stopped short at the door. He swiftly leaned down and gently pressed his lips onto Andrea's. He pulled away after a moment, smirked and left the room. Andrea was too stunned to react.
"What the hell," she said aloud. Andrea was confused, but soon became angry, 'Why did he do that? Oh I know. He probably did that to throw me off, the asshole. Well, it worked. But I wont let him do it again.'
AN. Something exciting happens next chapter. Review and I'll post it.
Chapter Twelve
She woke a while later to discover Madame Pomfrey hovering over her. Sat up quickly and announced she was ready to go. The medic chuckled and told her to take it easy. "Would you like to see Arielle?" Pomfrey asked soothingly. "Who," Andrea asked, confused. The nurse looked a little flustered. "The girl whom you saved. Remember?" Andrea's conversation with Dumbledore came back to her. "Oh. Um, no not particularly," Andrea shrugged uninterestedly. Madam Pomfrey frowned and walked out. Andrea sighed and cuddled back into the warm bed. Smiling she closed her eyes for a brief moment. 'This is the best thing in life. Just laying in a warm bed, not thinking about how your world is crumbling around you and no one can see it. Sleeping is even better. Being in some alternate reality created entirely by your imagination. So, yes it may include some of the very events of your life you are trying to escape, but it is still a better place. You are technically not living. That is ideal. So maybe, what I really want is to not live. Oh, sigh. Too mush to think about. I just want to curl up and fade away.' She began to drift off again when she noticed a tall, silver haired boy standing in the door to her room. Andrea bolted upright; causing a wave of dizziness that would not be quickly suppressed. "Whoa," she sighed, as she fell back onto her pillow. Draco Malfoy chuckled from his position in the doorway. He was eyeing her oddly. She figured out what he was staring out and gasped, pulling the blankets up over her chest. "Pervert," she spat. The nurse had most likely changed her into something that she could more easily treat her in. Andrea was wearing her white tank top and, much to her horror, just her underwear. Malfoy, of course, didn't know this, but she still felt vulnerable. Grabbing her bag ('Yes! They brought it in for me') she pulled out the spare boxers she had in there. You know, just in case. People had always accused Andrea of being overly prepared. She'd just tell them, 'Well, my motto is, better safe than sorry. Well, that's kind of my motto.' Swiftly pulling the John Mayer print boxers (A.N. Yes, in the happy little world in my head, John Mayer print boxers do exist. They say "john mayer" on them in lower case and have some random bits of lyrics and the occasional picture of him strategically placed. And, the best part, on the ass it has JOHN MAYER written in bog bold letters. Don't you want those boxers?) on under the covers, she grabbed her wand and stepped off the bed, prepared to do battle. Draco just stared at her for a long time. Andrea began to get flustered and was trying her best to hide it. After what seemed like eternity, Draco finally did something, although, it wasn't much of an improvement. He started laughing at her. "What is so fucking funny?" Andrea was pissed, "I mean, you barge in her, stare at me for ages and then start laughing like the idiot I suspect you to be. If you were smart enough to know what's good for you, you wouldn't have even stepped near this room."
He stopped laughing and stepped towards her menacingly. Andrea instinctively took a step back, but stopped herself and stood her ground pointing her wand at him. "You remember what happened last time you messed with me. Do you really want a repeat, or perhaps, something much worse," Andrea teased. Draco obviously wasn't distraught by her threats and taunting. He just kept stalking closer. Andrea held her arm steady and said, "I am serious. Keep moving and I will curse you to hell and back." He didn't seem to hear a word. Andrea got nervous and stepped back. As he got closer, she stepped further away. She backed up into the bedside table and knocked her bag off it. Draco stepped right in front of her. Reaching up to caress her face he said, "Relax, I just want to speak with you." Tracing his finger along the side of her face, he pulled his gaze away from her confused one, and focused on the contents of her bag, now spilled across the floor.
Andrea followed his gaze and cried, "Shit." She quickly bent to pick the things up including her book, portable CD player, Advil bottle, Altoids box, cell phone, some letters to and from various people (including her acceptance letter from Hogwarts) an extra shirt that said "John Mayer Rocks My World" on it and a pointy wooden steak. She shoved her things back into the side bag, and reached out to grab the steak, but Draco snatched it first. She glared up at him as he twirled the object around in his fingers.
"Well well well," He taunted, pulling the steak out of her reach when she grabbed for it, "what have we got here? A steak? Why would our dear little Andie need such a weapon? Are you planning on killing any vampires today? I really wasn't aware there were any on campus, although you can never be too sure what monsters might show up."
"Yea, tell me about it," Andrea said ironically looking pointedly at Draco. He just smiled smugly. Andrea stood up and tried to grab the stick again. He held it out of her reach. "Ah ah ah. It's not nice to grab things from people who are still looking at them." Andrea let out a frustrated sigh and crossed her arms. "You stole it from me first," she mumbled. "You never answered my question before," Draco said running his fingers over the smooth sides of the weapon. "What question," she asked snippily. "Why do you carry a steak around in your pack?" Andrea rolled her eyes at him. "I assumed the question was rhetorical."
He started at Andrea so suddenly she fell back onto the bed. "Don't assume anything about me. It could prove dangerous," he threatened. It was Andrea's turn to laugh, and laugh she did. And once she started, she couldn't will herself to stop. Andrea was laughing so hard she was developing a cramp. After a minute or two it subsided and she made eye contact with a very angry Malfoy.
"Don't laugh at me," he said. Andrea could feel another wave of laughter coming but she suppressed it, with much difficulty, and instead gave him a comeback. "Or else the big bad Draco the death eater is going to come and get me?" she asked in a false child-like tone. His face became dark and he turned away for a moment.
When his gaze traveled back to Andrea she started, "Ooh, hit a nerve there." But Draco quickly cut her off and said, "So, you going to answer my question or do I have to force it out of you."
Andrea laughed, "I'd like to see you try, but for the sake of avoiding another battle and preserving your dignity for the time being, I will just answer your interrogations. I carry it around for protection. I have had some.run ins with vampires before and I don't feel safe anymore unless I have one of those. Can I have Mr. Pointy back now?"
He looked at her skeptically, "Mr. Pointy? You named it?"
Andrea got defensive, "Yes, its not that weird. I took it from Buffy."
"Who, or more likely, what is a Buffy?" Malfoy sneered.
"Oh my god. You British wizards are so out of the loop aren't you? Buffy the Vampire Slayer is a TV show. You know what a TV is, right? It's a muggle device that."
"Yes, I know what a bloody television is. I am not stupid. My father made me take a muggle studies class over the summer to get to know those we control." Draco snapped. He handed her the steak and she sighed, relieved at having her Mr. Pointy back and stroked it. Tucking it safely back into her bag Andrea said, "Ok, Draco. You have succeeded in disrupting the peace of a poor sick girl's hospital room. Happy?"
"Oh, come on. You are not sick. And, don't forget your detention tonight. You were lucky to get off once, but twice would be pushing it," Draco scoffed.
Andrea glared at him and stood up to almost eye level. "Fine, I'll be there."
Draco smiled, "Yes, and remember to be on time or else you might just find yourself with another detention."
Andrea walked to the door and opened it. She waited for moments before saying sarcastically, "alright, thank you so very much for coming by. Leave now."
He slowly started to leave but stopped short at the door. He swiftly leaned down and gently pressed his lips onto Andrea's. He pulled away after a moment, smirked and left the room. Andrea was too stunned to react.
"What the hell," she said aloud. Andrea was confused, but soon became angry, 'Why did he do that? Oh I know. He probably did that to throw me off, the asshole. Well, it worked. But I wont let him do it again.'
AN. Something exciting happens next chapter. Review and I'll post it.