AN: Sorry I haven't been updating in a while. My life has been.eventful. I
WENT TO THE JOHN MAYER CONCERT! My life has reached it's pinnacle. So
naturally, feeling so jittery before and so wonderful after the concert, I
couldn't manage to write or update more of my story. Also I met this guy
with the SAME NAME AS ME and I like him and he likes me. Hehehehe. I am
very giddy, this is bad. If I keep smiling I will get wrinkles. Oh well.
Enjoy!
Chapter Fifteen
Andrea burst into the potions classroom about 30 seconds before class started. Snape glared and was about to yell at her but she just pointed to the clock on the wall and made her way over to an empty table, to think things over for herself. Andrea didn't make eye contact with anyone, especially not Harry. Sitting in a chair secluded in the back, Andrea pulled out some paper, not the scrolls students at Hogwarts use, and some pens. She began doodling while trying to figure out the best way to apologize and explain herself to Harry. Andrea tried to focus on the lesson, but found her mind drifting back to those rooms. She began absentmindedly drawing the scene from the window from memory. Her pen gracefully sketched the trees and flowers and hills. Then the clock tolled signaling the end of class and Professor Snape dismissed them. Andrea waited until most of the class had left, never making eye contact with any of them, gathered her stuff and headed towards the door. Walking between the tables, she accidentally tripped over someone's bag and fell, scattering her notebook and papers everywhere. Sighing she began to pick them up, never bothering to see who owned the illustrious bag. The person bent down and picked up some of her things. Sighing exasperatedly, Andrea lifted her head to see who it was and to get back her papers, which were mostly sketches of people she did when she was bored. And guess who, of all people, was sitting there, her drawings in hand, studying them?
"Malfoy, give those back," Andrea said coolly, slightly panicked. She hated showing them to people.
He smirked and pulled them out of her range when she reached for them. "This is becoming way too repetitive," Andrea said as she stood and lunged for them again. This time she lost control of herself, and the inertia of the lunge caused her to topple on top of him.
Draco laughed as she struggled to disentangle herself from his lap. Andrea kept slipping and falling again.
"Feel free to pitch in and help anytime now," she said angrily.
He just smirked and said lazily, "Why? I am enjoying it."
"Draco, stop being a prick and help me!"
"Oh, alright, if you insist." He said begrudgingly as he picked her up her up by the waist and pulled her into his lap. "Better?"
"No, I think not," Andrea said as she tried to pick herself out of his grasp. He held her tighter.
"Well, I think it is. Plus, it's fun making you squirm," Draco teased as he slinked an arm her waist and another traveled down her leg and started inching its way up again, a specific destination in mind, but Andrea quickly slapped his hand away.
"Take your hands off me," Andrea tested the self-defense method she had never been able to say with a straight face. Although, she had always been trying it on her friends. This was a little more serious a situation.
Draco began to play with the hem of her skirt. "Draco, I mean it. Let go of me now. You remember what happened the last time you messed with me," he visibly winced at that memory, "Plus, Snape is just in the other room. One scream and I could have him in here before you can say Castrated Slytherin."
He laughed at that, but with a hint of uneasiness, Andrea noticed smiling. "If you in fact did get Snape in here though, do seriously think he'd be that quick to accuse me? There are certain things you have to realise if you want to get along in this school, love. One of them being, I am a Malfoy, I can do what I please. Another being that Snape loves Slytherins, especially me, above the rest. He would find some way to blame this on you," Draco preached.
Andrea replied coolly, "Then England really is behind. Nowadays, when a woman is being sexually harassed, there is serious shit to pay and people are actually quicker to believe the victim. And I think I realise why you feel like you can do whatever you want. Because you are a spoiled brat whom no one has ever taught a lesson. Well, you know what, Draco ((dripping with sarcasm, absolutely drenched in sarcasm) I intend to."
With that Andrea stomped hard on his foot then drove her elbow into his chest when he winced and leaned back a little. Quickly spinning out of her seat, she grabbed her wand and pointed it right at him.
His face was twisted in pain, but he managed a weak chuckle when she aimed at him. "What are you gonna do? Curse me?"
"Not exactly, but I can do more than just inflict pain," Andrea smiled wryly.
She muttered some inaudible words and a streak of pink light shot from her wand.
Smirking she picked up her bag, snatched her papers from the stunned Slytherin in front of her. She chuckled some more and headed towards the door.
"What, exactly did that little trick do, assuming it did anything at all?" Draco sneered, thinking her spell failed.
Andrea grinned maliciously and said, "Oh it did something alright. A certain something that could hurt your pretty boy image more than your balls, which I presume are still recovering from the last time you decided to dick around with me."
Andrea laughed at her own pun. (AN. Get it? She mentioned kneeing him in the crotch, then "dick around". Get it now? Good)
Draco glared but looked a little worried, no doubt wondering.
"What the hell did you do to me Wilde?"
Andrea just smiled and shrugged turning her back on him and walking away.
She stopped just in the doorway and without turning around said, "By the way Draco, I thought you should know, your hair looks so..unnatural that white. I think you need a little more color in it."
Giggling Andrea retreated down the hall and to her next class.
AN: What did Andrea do to him??!? Find out later.
Chapter Fifteen
Andrea burst into the potions classroom about 30 seconds before class started. Snape glared and was about to yell at her but she just pointed to the clock on the wall and made her way over to an empty table, to think things over for herself. Andrea didn't make eye contact with anyone, especially not Harry. Sitting in a chair secluded in the back, Andrea pulled out some paper, not the scrolls students at Hogwarts use, and some pens. She began doodling while trying to figure out the best way to apologize and explain herself to Harry. Andrea tried to focus on the lesson, but found her mind drifting back to those rooms. She began absentmindedly drawing the scene from the window from memory. Her pen gracefully sketched the trees and flowers and hills. Then the clock tolled signaling the end of class and Professor Snape dismissed them. Andrea waited until most of the class had left, never making eye contact with any of them, gathered her stuff and headed towards the door. Walking between the tables, she accidentally tripped over someone's bag and fell, scattering her notebook and papers everywhere. Sighing she began to pick them up, never bothering to see who owned the illustrious bag. The person bent down and picked up some of her things. Sighing exasperatedly, Andrea lifted her head to see who it was and to get back her papers, which were mostly sketches of people she did when she was bored. And guess who, of all people, was sitting there, her drawings in hand, studying them?
"Malfoy, give those back," Andrea said coolly, slightly panicked. She hated showing them to people.
He smirked and pulled them out of her range when she reached for them. "This is becoming way too repetitive," Andrea said as she stood and lunged for them again. This time she lost control of herself, and the inertia of the lunge caused her to topple on top of him.
Draco laughed as she struggled to disentangle herself from his lap. Andrea kept slipping and falling again.
"Feel free to pitch in and help anytime now," she said angrily.
He just smirked and said lazily, "Why? I am enjoying it."
"Draco, stop being a prick and help me!"
"Oh, alright, if you insist." He said begrudgingly as he picked her up her up by the waist and pulled her into his lap. "Better?"
"No, I think not," Andrea said as she tried to pick herself out of his grasp. He held her tighter.
"Well, I think it is. Plus, it's fun making you squirm," Draco teased as he slinked an arm her waist and another traveled down her leg and started inching its way up again, a specific destination in mind, but Andrea quickly slapped his hand away.
"Take your hands off me," Andrea tested the self-defense method she had never been able to say with a straight face. Although, she had always been trying it on her friends. This was a little more serious a situation.
Draco began to play with the hem of her skirt. "Draco, I mean it. Let go of me now. You remember what happened the last time you messed with me," he visibly winced at that memory, "Plus, Snape is just in the other room. One scream and I could have him in here before you can say Castrated Slytherin."
He laughed at that, but with a hint of uneasiness, Andrea noticed smiling. "If you in fact did get Snape in here though, do seriously think he'd be that quick to accuse me? There are certain things you have to realise if you want to get along in this school, love. One of them being, I am a Malfoy, I can do what I please. Another being that Snape loves Slytherins, especially me, above the rest. He would find some way to blame this on you," Draco preached.
Andrea replied coolly, "Then England really is behind. Nowadays, when a woman is being sexually harassed, there is serious shit to pay and people are actually quicker to believe the victim. And I think I realise why you feel like you can do whatever you want. Because you are a spoiled brat whom no one has ever taught a lesson. Well, you know what, Draco ((dripping with sarcasm, absolutely drenched in sarcasm) I intend to."
With that Andrea stomped hard on his foot then drove her elbow into his chest when he winced and leaned back a little. Quickly spinning out of her seat, she grabbed her wand and pointed it right at him.
His face was twisted in pain, but he managed a weak chuckle when she aimed at him. "What are you gonna do? Curse me?"
"Not exactly, but I can do more than just inflict pain," Andrea smiled wryly.
She muttered some inaudible words and a streak of pink light shot from her wand.
Smirking she picked up her bag, snatched her papers from the stunned Slytherin in front of her. She chuckled some more and headed towards the door.
"What, exactly did that little trick do, assuming it did anything at all?" Draco sneered, thinking her spell failed.
Andrea grinned maliciously and said, "Oh it did something alright. A certain something that could hurt your pretty boy image more than your balls, which I presume are still recovering from the last time you decided to dick around with me."
Andrea laughed at her own pun. (AN. Get it? She mentioned kneeing him in the crotch, then "dick around". Get it now? Good)
Draco glared but looked a little worried, no doubt wondering.
"What the hell did you do to me Wilde?"
Andrea just smiled and shrugged turning her back on him and walking away.
She stopped just in the doorway and without turning around said, "By the way Draco, I thought you should know, your hair looks so..unnatural that white. I think you need a little more color in it."
Giggling Andrea retreated down the hall and to her next class.
AN: What did Andrea do to him??!? Find out later.