AN: Alright, I know I should be writing more of the story, but I felt the
need to revise, and let me tell you, it really needed it. I read over what
I had and was mortified, I left out a really important detail about how she
was ignoring Harry. I had it so one minute she was staying away from him
and then the next she was all chummy-chummy with him. I didn't make a
transition between that and I didn't explain anything. And I didn't like
the last chapter. I like the revised version better, so here it is.
Chapter Sixteen
Andrea was in the Great Hall, munching away at an apple when Draco stormed in. Many people looked up when they heard his loud entrance, and those that hadn't, did so after they heard the gasps and laughter of their peers.
The reason for their reaction not being his obvious rage, no that was normal. It was simple that most were shocked and not used to seeing Malfoy with magenta hair.
Malfoy stalked over to where Andrea sat next to a laughing Ron, a choking Hermione and a stunned Harry. It was all Ron could do not to fall on the floor he was laughing so hysterically while Hermione tried to swallow the pumpkin juice she couldn't manage to get down from giggling so profusely. Harry was just astonished. She had apologized to him earlier, explaining that it was just a nervous reaction and she was still a little edgy about being close and touchy feely with people. He had asked her what she meant by "still" but she swiftly changed subject, giving him the distinct impression that she did not want to and would not elaborate.
Andrea pretended to look innocent and naïve when Malfoy walked towards them, but her obviously poor acting skills prevented her farce from becoming even remotely believable.
"You." Malfoy's face suddenly turned from angry and enraged, to blank and emotionless. "Come with me. We need to talk."
Andrea didn't like this Draco. She knew what to expect and how to deal with the vengeful Draco but now, he was suddenly quiet, dark and mysterious. He wouldn't let his emotions be known. Andrea wasn't sure whether or not he was still angry with her or not. She hated to admit it, but Draco Malfoy was actually a threat now. She couldn't anticipate his next move, and that scared her.
She decided to make him angry again, then at least she'd know where to go next.
"Why ever do you need to speak with me, Dragon Boy, I mean, Draco?" Andrea asked sickeningly sweetly, in a blatantly sarcastic tone.
"I think we both know exactly what I am talking about Ms. Wilde." Draco replied coolly, maintaining calm composure, much to Andrea's dismay.
What is with the last name? What does he know? Andrea thought nervously as she eyed him suspiciously. He had a self assured 'I know something you don't know' look on his face that made Andie stand and follow him out of the Great Hall, all the while appearing to be confident and cocky while she felt like mush inside.
Draco walked and walked until they reached a part of the castle that Andrea had briefly rushed through on her way back from that enchanting room she found earlier. Andie smiled a little to herself as she remembered that morning fondly. That was by far the coolest place in the castle and she intended to spend more time there.
(A.N. I realized that I introduced her nickname in the first few chapters, and then I never followed up with it. So I have decided to make myself use it more for a little variation.)
After a few moments she realized Malfoy had stopped and was staring at her intently.
Andrea suddenly became very self-conscious. "What?" she asked defensively.
He merely smiled and said, "Oh nothing really, I just was wondering what could possibly make you smile at a time like this."
"And what sort of time is this?" Andrea retorted, hands on her hips.
"Well, a time when I am most likely to hex you to hell and back unless you find a way to undo the gift you so graciously gave me," Draco said pointing at his magenta hair.
(A.N. Sorry, I need a pause to laugh at that image. Draco with magenta hair. Hehehe. Well, if no one else out there finds it amusing, I do, and I write this for myself too. Hahaha, magenta. I really crack myself up sometimes. OK, time for bed, I will pick up here tomorrow. Ok, I am back. Time to type more when I should be listening to my weirdo teacher [though I love him anyway] about Homer and his iambic pentameter. I hate the Odyssey. Now where was I?..)
"Oh my, I did that?" Andrea smirked.
This one she had pulled before on a girl in her grade that had bitched her out about dating an older man. When people saw her with her blood thirsty lover, rumors started and some of the evil ones got jealous. This girl crossed the line with her brutal words and Andrea couldn't take it. So, the next morning Penny Wilkson woke up with a whole head of blue hair with white streaks in it where her beautiful natural blonde used to be.
"Cut the bullshit please, Andie." Draco said coolly.
"Alright, what do you want me to say? I'm sorry? Look, if you brought me out here expecting an apology, you are going to be greatly disappointed. Plus, I think pink is a good look for you," Andrea mocked.
"It's not pink, it's magenta," Draco mumbled under his breath.
"Sorry, my bad. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a class that I am just dying to get to." Andrea turned to leave. She actually had a free period next and wanted to work on her laptop.
When she got a few feet down the hall, she heard Malfoy call her back.
"You know, the Gryffindor House, and about every other house for that matter, is in the other direction," he lectured.
"Yes, I know that thank you very much. And how do you know where the Gryffindor House is?" Andrea questioned suspiciously.
He smirked, "You're very welcome and I have my sources. Plus, I need to know what goes on in this school and to do that, I need to know where certain places are hidden."
"Oh I see, you're one of those," Andrea smirked, knowing this would irritate him to no end.
"What's that I am?" he glared.
"A control freak." She stated simply.
Draco crossed the distance between them and sneered down at her.
"No one insults me like that. I am not any type of freak."
Andrea started laughing really hard. Maybe it was his expression, maybe it was the magenta hair, or maybe it was what he just said, but she simply could not stop laughing.
"Do you actually believe that?!?" she managed between fits of hysterical laughter.
He looked offended and did not answer. He simply glared until she stopped laughing. When her incessant giggling finally subsided, he commanded sternly, "Undo the spell now, or I wont hesitate to make your life more unbearable than it already is. I know how messed up you really are. You put on a façade for everyone, trying to make them believe you are a happy, normal girl, but you aren't. You have issues, and I can make them a whole lot worse Andrea. I would not mess with me if I were you. Now turn my hair back to what it was before, or I will follow through with my threat."
Andrea was rather unsettled by Draco's words. She could not figure out why he was so assured that he knew anything about her. And if he did know, how? There were too many questions Andrea had to find answers to so she pushed them aside for the moment and pretended not to be fazed in the least by him.
Andrea pouted and said in a whiny voice, "Oh alright. But, can I at least make it a more natural shade? Maybe a nice light blonde? It could look really sexy if you.no, it would take a lot more than just that. Alright, back to that monotonous peroxide shade it is."
He glared at her as she pointed her wand at his head and muttered the words to reverse the spell she so craftily altered to her own more colorful version that only she understood and knew. As he began to stalk away, trusting that she would not be stupid and unoriginal enough to repeat the now jaded trick, she called out to him, "oh and by the way, you were wrong about something you said before. If you were me, you would mess with you. You aren't afraid of a little challenge. And guess what, Draco, neither am I."
With that she turned and headed in the direction she first set out in, towards the special little room she found earlier. When she reached the hallway where the entrance was she saw Ron staring curiously at the still painting of Odysseus' son.
"Ron! Hey! What're you doing here?" Andrea called nervously. She couldn't figure out why, but for some reason, unknown beyond her subconscious, she didn't want him to find the secret room. She didn't want to share the little hideaway with him, or anyone for that matter.
"Ah, there you are Andie. I followed you and Malfoy down this way, but I think I took a wrong turn somewhere.I was worried about you."
She hooked her arm in his and began to lead him away towards the main part of the castle. "Oh, well its nice of you to worry, but I am really all right. He just wanted to intimidate me."
"Oh," he said absentmindedly, focusing on the painting he was slowly being pulled away from. "You know, that portrait doesn't move like the others? It's odd really, must be a muggle one.oof!"
Andrea "accidentally" tripped him and he fell with a thump. She, however did not anticipate falling with him.
AN: There, see? Isn't that one better? No? Oh well, I like it better. Night!
Chapter Sixteen
Andrea was in the Great Hall, munching away at an apple when Draco stormed in. Many people looked up when they heard his loud entrance, and those that hadn't, did so after they heard the gasps and laughter of their peers.
The reason for their reaction not being his obvious rage, no that was normal. It was simple that most were shocked and not used to seeing Malfoy with magenta hair.
Malfoy stalked over to where Andrea sat next to a laughing Ron, a choking Hermione and a stunned Harry. It was all Ron could do not to fall on the floor he was laughing so hysterically while Hermione tried to swallow the pumpkin juice she couldn't manage to get down from giggling so profusely. Harry was just astonished. She had apologized to him earlier, explaining that it was just a nervous reaction and she was still a little edgy about being close and touchy feely with people. He had asked her what she meant by "still" but she swiftly changed subject, giving him the distinct impression that she did not want to and would not elaborate.
Andrea pretended to look innocent and naïve when Malfoy walked towards them, but her obviously poor acting skills prevented her farce from becoming even remotely believable.
"You." Malfoy's face suddenly turned from angry and enraged, to blank and emotionless. "Come with me. We need to talk."
Andrea didn't like this Draco. She knew what to expect and how to deal with the vengeful Draco but now, he was suddenly quiet, dark and mysterious. He wouldn't let his emotions be known. Andrea wasn't sure whether or not he was still angry with her or not. She hated to admit it, but Draco Malfoy was actually a threat now. She couldn't anticipate his next move, and that scared her.
She decided to make him angry again, then at least she'd know where to go next.
"Why ever do you need to speak with me, Dragon Boy, I mean, Draco?" Andrea asked sickeningly sweetly, in a blatantly sarcastic tone.
"I think we both know exactly what I am talking about Ms. Wilde." Draco replied coolly, maintaining calm composure, much to Andrea's dismay.
What is with the last name? What does he know? Andrea thought nervously as she eyed him suspiciously. He had a self assured 'I know something you don't know' look on his face that made Andie stand and follow him out of the Great Hall, all the while appearing to be confident and cocky while she felt like mush inside.
Draco walked and walked until they reached a part of the castle that Andrea had briefly rushed through on her way back from that enchanting room she found earlier. Andie smiled a little to herself as she remembered that morning fondly. That was by far the coolest place in the castle and she intended to spend more time there.
(A.N. I realized that I introduced her nickname in the first few chapters, and then I never followed up with it. So I have decided to make myself use it more for a little variation.)
After a few moments she realized Malfoy had stopped and was staring at her intently.
Andrea suddenly became very self-conscious. "What?" she asked defensively.
He merely smiled and said, "Oh nothing really, I just was wondering what could possibly make you smile at a time like this."
"And what sort of time is this?" Andrea retorted, hands on her hips.
"Well, a time when I am most likely to hex you to hell and back unless you find a way to undo the gift you so graciously gave me," Draco said pointing at his magenta hair.
(A.N. Sorry, I need a pause to laugh at that image. Draco with magenta hair. Hehehe. Well, if no one else out there finds it amusing, I do, and I write this for myself too. Hahaha, magenta. I really crack myself up sometimes. OK, time for bed, I will pick up here tomorrow. Ok, I am back. Time to type more when I should be listening to my weirdo teacher [though I love him anyway] about Homer and his iambic pentameter. I hate the Odyssey. Now where was I?..)
"Oh my, I did that?" Andrea smirked.
This one she had pulled before on a girl in her grade that had bitched her out about dating an older man. When people saw her with her blood thirsty lover, rumors started and some of the evil ones got jealous. This girl crossed the line with her brutal words and Andrea couldn't take it. So, the next morning Penny Wilkson woke up with a whole head of blue hair with white streaks in it where her beautiful natural blonde used to be.
"Cut the bullshit please, Andie." Draco said coolly.
"Alright, what do you want me to say? I'm sorry? Look, if you brought me out here expecting an apology, you are going to be greatly disappointed. Plus, I think pink is a good look for you," Andrea mocked.
"It's not pink, it's magenta," Draco mumbled under his breath.
"Sorry, my bad. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a class that I am just dying to get to." Andrea turned to leave. She actually had a free period next and wanted to work on her laptop.
When she got a few feet down the hall, she heard Malfoy call her back.
"You know, the Gryffindor House, and about every other house for that matter, is in the other direction," he lectured.
"Yes, I know that thank you very much. And how do you know where the Gryffindor House is?" Andrea questioned suspiciously.
He smirked, "You're very welcome and I have my sources. Plus, I need to know what goes on in this school and to do that, I need to know where certain places are hidden."
"Oh I see, you're one of those," Andrea smirked, knowing this would irritate him to no end.
"What's that I am?" he glared.
"A control freak." She stated simply.
Draco crossed the distance between them and sneered down at her.
"No one insults me like that. I am not any type of freak."
Andrea started laughing really hard. Maybe it was his expression, maybe it was the magenta hair, or maybe it was what he just said, but she simply could not stop laughing.
"Do you actually believe that?!?" she managed between fits of hysterical laughter.
He looked offended and did not answer. He simply glared until she stopped laughing. When her incessant giggling finally subsided, he commanded sternly, "Undo the spell now, or I wont hesitate to make your life more unbearable than it already is. I know how messed up you really are. You put on a façade for everyone, trying to make them believe you are a happy, normal girl, but you aren't. You have issues, and I can make them a whole lot worse Andrea. I would not mess with me if I were you. Now turn my hair back to what it was before, or I will follow through with my threat."
Andrea was rather unsettled by Draco's words. She could not figure out why he was so assured that he knew anything about her. And if he did know, how? There were too many questions Andrea had to find answers to so she pushed them aside for the moment and pretended not to be fazed in the least by him.
Andrea pouted and said in a whiny voice, "Oh alright. But, can I at least make it a more natural shade? Maybe a nice light blonde? It could look really sexy if you.no, it would take a lot more than just that. Alright, back to that monotonous peroxide shade it is."
He glared at her as she pointed her wand at his head and muttered the words to reverse the spell she so craftily altered to her own more colorful version that only she understood and knew. As he began to stalk away, trusting that she would not be stupid and unoriginal enough to repeat the now jaded trick, she called out to him, "oh and by the way, you were wrong about something you said before. If you were me, you would mess with you. You aren't afraid of a little challenge. And guess what, Draco, neither am I."
With that she turned and headed in the direction she first set out in, towards the special little room she found earlier. When she reached the hallway where the entrance was she saw Ron staring curiously at the still painting of Odysseus' son.
"Ron! Hey! What're you doing here?" Andrea called nervously. She couldn't figure out why, but for some reason, unknown beyond her subconscious, she didn't want him to find the secret room. She didn't want to share the little hideaway with him, or anyone for that matter.
"Ah, there you are Andie. I followed you and Malfoy down this way, but I think I took a wrong turn somewhere.I was worried about you."
She hooked her arm in his and began to lead him away towards the main part of the castle. "Oh, well its nice of you to worry, but I am really all right. He just wanted to intimidate me."
"Oh," he said absentmindedly, focusing on the painting he was slowly being pulled away from. "You know, that portrait doesn't move like the others? It's odd really, must be a muggle one.oof!"
Andrea "accidentally" tripped him and he fell with a thump. She, however did not anticipate falling with him.
AN: There, see? Isn't that one better? No? Oh well, I like it better. Night!