A.N. Ok, hopefully better chapter here. Most of the feedback I got on my
last one confirmed by fears, my writing is going downhill. Sure, that last
chapter was a what I call a quickie, meaning a short quick chapter one
writes that serves no real purpose, or little purpose at that, while
experiencing severe writers block or simply lack of any inspiration to
write to satisfy readers. The only problem is that quickies usually don't
in fact satisfy readers at all, that and one quickie can often lead to
another and another until one's writing standard has decreased severely.
Being a reader, I realise that readers want content, good content, and
proper grammar (maybe that's just me) and nice spaced out lines. Only I
sometimes.. well... often slip up on my grammar and I am sometimes forced
to use quickies. Sigh, oh well. Here is a real chapter (I hope) and not
another quickie, so try to enjoy, even though my writing has clearly
tanked.
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Chapter Eighteen
Andrea went through the rest of her classes taking as many notes as possible with her mind continually drifting back to her friends back home, or lack there of.
She finally got her mind off the subject at dinner when she met up with Harry, Hermione and Ron and they got into a heated discussion about whether the Chudley Cannons had a more devoted audience than the Racing Razors. It was 8:54 when their argument finally concluded, all four of them agreeing that both teams had equally, or almost equally devoted fans. They had migrated from the Great Hall fifty minutes ago and were now relaxing in the Gryffindor common room. Andrea absently glanced at the clock and casually looked away again. Realization struck her and her eyes flew back to the clock to make sure she wasn't seeing things.
"Oh shit! I have detention with Malfoy in the dungeons in 5 minutes!" Andrea cried, her voice dripping with disgust as she pronounced Draco's name.
She scrambled up from her comfortable position on the couch next to Harry and grabbed her bag.
"Detention with Malfoy? Ooh, that's tough luck. Sorry Andie, good luck with that," Ron sympathized.
Harry looked upset. "I don't like this. I don't trust Draco with you. Have you noticed how he is acting with you? I have a bad feeling about this. I am worried about you being alone with him in the dungeons," he voiced his worries.
Andrea was about to assuage his fears when Hermione did it for her, "Oh, don't be silly Harry. Andrea will be fine. She has proven to us, and the rest of the school, on more than one occasion that she is perfectly capable of taking care of herself. She will be fine, wont you Andie?"
Andie nodded and voiced a quick "see you later" while dashing out of the portrait hole.
She arrived panting in the potions classroom three minutes late due to the delay caused when the a wall suddenly decided to get in her way (AN: don't you hate it when they do that?). Malfoy glanced up at her from the Snape's desk and looked back down at the paper he was holding, shaking his head and 'tisk'- ing.
"You're late Ms. Wilde," he scolded while making a mark on the scroll.
"Yea, I know. Thank you for that stunning observation, Captain Obvious!" Andrea threw back sarcastically.
"That's not a very smart way to teach your detention proctor Andrea. If I believed that you were acting inappropriately and were deserving of another detention, I could go right ahead and give you one," Draco said.
Andrea let out a sound of frustration and said hastily, "Fine, just tell me what I am supposed to be doing and let me get this over with."
"Well, Snape decided that cleaning the closet is pointless since it is still the beginning of the term and it really hasn't had much opportunity to get unorganized. Instead you will be assisting me in grading some first year papers on the Great Migration of gremlins. Here, take a seat and get started on these," he indicated to an empty chair beside him and a large stack of scrolls.
Andrea sighed and plopped down in the seat letting her bag drop beside her. She picked up the first one and got started grading the paper. There was an evaluation sheet that told her what was expected in the essays and how many points to award for certain qualities. After about three of them Andrea let out a loud frustrated noise and threw the quill down. Draco looked up at her from his paper questioningly.
"I simply cannot work with that.. instrument," she pointed at the quill, " I need a real pen to make any commentary on these."
She grabbed a red pen from her bag and resumed her grading. Draco watched her working with the pen for a while, interested in how this "pen" could be so much better and easier to use than a quill. The ink was dry. how odd..
"Do you really not trust me to grade some simple essay on gremlins? Or perhaps you are simply astounded my the modern miracle known as the Bic Pen?" Andrea asked tearing her eyes away from the captivating words scribbled on the parchment by a Brenda Rudinich (pronounced Roo-di-nick).
"I was just wondering how a muggle instrument could possibly work better, or even as well as one of our own," Draco responded coolly.
Andrea decided to ignore that comment and instead asked him, "Draco, why are you here?"
He looked at her as if the answer was completely obvious and replied, "Well, I am here to make sure you fulfill your detention properly."
"No, you know what I mean. Why did you even offer to proctor me? I'm sure you have better things to do.. actually, it wouldn't surprise me if you didn't, but still."
Draco narrowed his eyes slightly but answered anyway, "I have to get bonus points someway don't I?"
Andrea looked skeptical. "So that's it? That's the only reason you offered? To maintain your valued position as teacher's pet?"
"Well, yes. Snape is the only teacher that doesn't drool over that mudblood, Granger and I would like to keep it that way. Though I really doubt he would stoop so low and be drawn into her kiss up ways," he snickered.
Andrea rolled her eyes, "What exactly do you have against muggle-borns, Draco? Is it just a prejudice you have because your daddy told you to, or maybe it's rooted from some insecurity. Maybe deep down you realise that we are all muggle-borns to some extent. I mean, even in such an inbred family as your own, there must have been a point in history where a muggle entered the family line. Not to mention, didn't we all originate from muggles? It would be like people hating apes even though we have proof that we all began as apes and merely evolved. The same sort of theory can be applied to muggles and magic peoples."
"So, you're saying that we are like the human that evolved from apes and the muggles are like apes?" Draco questioned smirking.
"Yes. Wait, no! That is not what I meant at all and you know it Malfoy. You probably feel threatened by me and have to make some half assed joke to cover that up, well I wont let you. You are going to explain what the hell you think is so wrong with non-magic people!"
Draco's smirk faded and he finally became serious, "Fine, you really want to hear my side? Not just make assumptions, but really listen to my argument?" Andrea nodded her head in response, "The problem I have with muggles is not merely the fact that they are less superior to us," Andrea was about to cut in but he held up his hand in a gesture to stop her, "let me finish. I have no problem with other less superior beings," he had an urge to say 'such as women' and really piss her off but decided against it because he wanted to avoid possible injury and he really wanted to actually explain his reasoning to her, not many people actually ask why he has a problem with muggles, they simply assumed and blamed it on his death eater father, " but I do have a problem with inferior beings who, in their growing numbers, forced us into secrecy and made us hide our world. Why should we be forced to keep our world a secret from them? To prevent a war that we would most likely win? We should not have to hide from them and constantly be afraid of them discovering us."
Andrea looked at him thoughtfully for a few moments before she spoke, "Be that as it may Draco, we don't hide from them out of fear, we do so to protect them. After all, being the "inferior beings" as you refer to them, if they got hold of some magic, it could end tragically. They were not made to handle magic, and if they were exposed to in constantly and tried to use some themselves, they could become destructive to themselves, and possibly the rest of the world. But you do make a good argument Draco, and I can't overlook that."
Andrea couldn't help but smile as Malfoy's steady expression faltered for a few moments from the surprise of getting something suspiciously like a compliment from her.
As he regained his calm composure he said, "As do you, Andrea, as do you."
He was about to say something else when Andrea cut him off and said, "And another thing, how can you be so certain that muggles are inferior. They have discovered their own ways of doing things without magic. Some of their inventions are simply brilliant. Not to mention they have come up with better ways to communicate than by owl. Although that thing with the fireplace is pretty awesome, I have to admit. I walked into the Gryffindor common room one day and this girl was talking to a floating head in the fireplace. I screamed and nearly tripped on the couch. Everyone in the room thought I was a complete moron and some seventh year had to take me aside and explain the whole communication process through the fireplace. It was really embarrassing."
Draco laughed at her anecdote as she continued chattering away as if they had been friends for a while now. As he watched her lips move in a rapid pace, he remembered the kiss. It had been nice actually. Not only did he enjoy the power rush he felt at making her panic, he actually liked kissing her. It left a nice sensation on his lips and a sweet taste in his mouth. He thought fondly back on every encounter he had with Andrea. Sure, most of the time he had acted like a complete prick, but he actually liked making her squirm. Draco realized that the way to her heart was not to frustrate and scare her and prove his power over her but he couldn't help it. And he didn't think he even wanted her affection anyway. He didn't think...
AN: More of her detention next chapter, and some other good stuff. Think sneaking around the castle. Well, not so much..er...I don't know. I haven't finished writing it yet. But I am going to give you a little sample of what's to come. Enjoy!
Next chapter:
"..not even involving that git,"
Who is "that git" and who is saying this captivating piece of a statement? Find out next time!
Ok, I will admit, that was low, even for me. Sorry. Bye!
PumpkinPie: Heehe, Cheez Whiz! My dog loves cheez whiz. We give it to her when we want her to swallow pills. We hide the pill in cheez whiz and even if she knew the pill were there she wouldn't care. CHEEZ WHIZ!!!!!!!!!
Chapter Eighteen
Andrea went through the rest of her classes taking as many notes as possible with her mind continually drifting back to her friends back home, or lack there of.
She finally got her mind off the subject at dinner when she met up with Harry, Hermione and Ron and they got into a heated discussion about whether the Chudley Cannons had a more devoted audience than the Racing Razors. It was 8:54 when their argument finally concluded, all four of them agreeing that both teams had equally, or almost equally devoted fans. They had migrated from the Great Hall fifty minutes ago and were now relaxing in the Gryffindor common room. Andrea absently glanced at the clock and casually looked away again. Realization struck her and her eyes flew back to the clock to make sure she wasn't seeing things.
"Oh shit! I have detention with Malfoy in the dungeons in 5 minutes!" Andrea cried, her voice dripping with disgust as she pronounced Draco's name.
She scrambled up from her comfortable position on the couch next to Harry and grabbed her bag.
"Detention with Malfoy? Ooh, that's tough luck. Sorry Andie, good luck with that," Ron sympathized.
Harry looked upset. "I don't like this. I don't trust Draco with you. Have you noticed how he is acting with you? I have a bad feeling about this. I am worried about you being alone with him in the dungeons," he voiced his worries.
Andrea was about to assuage his fears when Hermione did it for her, "Oh, don't be silly Harry. Andrea will be fine. She has proven to us, and the rest of the school, on more than one occasion that she is perfectly capable of taking care of herself. She will be fine, wont you Andie?"
Andie nodded and voiced a quick "see you later" while dashing out of the portrait hole.
She arrived panting in the potions classroom three minutes late due to the delay caused when the a wall suddenly decided to get in her way (AN: don't you hate it when they do that?). Malfoy glanced up at her from the Snape's desk and looked back down at the paper he was holding, shaking his head and 'tisk'- ing.
"You're late Ms. Wilde," he scolded while making a mark on the scroll.
"Yea, I know. Thank you for that stunning observation, Captain Obvious!" Andrea threw back sarcastically.
"That's not a very smart way to teach your detention proctor Andrea. If I believed that you were acting inappropriately and were deserving of another detention, I could go right ahead and give you one," Draco said.
Andrea let out a sound of frustration and said hastily, "Fine, just tell me what I am supposed to be doing and let me get this over with."
"Well, Snape decided that cleaning the closet is pointless since it is still the beginning of the term and it really hasn't had much opportunity to get unorganized. Instead you will be assisting me in grading some first year papers on the Great Migration of gremlins. Here, take a seat and get started on these," he indicated to an empty chair beside him and a large stack of scrolls.
Andrea sighed and plopped down in the seat letting her bag drop beside her. She picked up the first one and got started grading the paper. There was an evaluation sheet that told her what was expected in the essays and how many points to award for certain qualities. After about three of them Andrea let out a loud frustrated noise and threw the quill down. Draco looked up at her from his paper questioningly.
"I simply cannot work with that.. instrument," she pointed at the quill, " I need a real pen to make any commentary on these."
She grabbed a red pen from her bag and resumed her grading. Draco watched her working with the pen for a while, interested in how this "pen" could be so much better and easier to use than a quill. The ink was dry. how odd..
"Do you really not trust me to grade some simple essay on gremlins? Or perhaps you are simply astounded my the modern miracle known as the Bic Pen?" Andrea asked tearing her eyes away from the captivating words scribbled on the parchment by a Brenda Rudinich (pronounced Roo-di-nick).
"I was just wondering how a muggle instrument could possibly work better, or even as well as one of our own," Draco responded coolly.
Andrea decided to ignore that comment and instead asked him, "Draco, why are you here?"
He looked at her as if the answer was completely obvious and replied, "Well, I am here to make sure you fulfill your detention properly."
"No, you know what I mean. Why did you even offer to proctor me? I'm sure you have better things to do.. actually, it wouldn't surprise me if you didn't, but still."
Draco narrowed his eyes slightly but answered anyway, "I have to get bonus points someway don't I?"
Andrea looked skeptical. "So that's it? That's the only reason you offered? To maintain your valued position as teacher's pet?"
"Well, yes. Snape is the only teacher that doesn't drool over that mudblood, Granger and I would like to keep it that way. Though I really doubt he would stoop so low and be drawn into her kiss up ways," he snickered.
Andrea rolled her eyes, "What exactly do you have against muggle-borns, Draco? Is it just a prejudice you have because your daddy told you to, or maybe it's rooted from some insecurity. Maybe deep down you realise that we are all muggle-borns to some extent. I mean, even in such an inbred family as your own, there must have been a point in history where a muggle entered the family line. Not to mention, didn't we all originate from muggles? It would be like people hating apes even though we have proof that we all began as apes and merely evolved. The same sort of theory can be applied to muggles and magic peoples."
"So, you're saying that we are like the human that evolved from apes and the muggles are like apes?" Draco questioned smirking.
"Yes. Wait, no! That is not what I meant at all and you know it Malfoy. You probably feel threatened by me and have to make some half assed joke to cover that up, well I wont let you. You are going to explain what the hell you think is so wrong with non-magic people!"
Draco's smirk faded and he finally became serious, "Fine, you really want to hear my side? Not just make assumptions, but really listen to my argument?" Andrea nodded her head in response, "The problem I have with muggles is not merely the fact that they are less superior to us," Andrea was about to cut in but he held up his hand in a gesture to stop her, "let me finish. I have no problem with other less superior beings," he had an urge to say 'such as women' and really piss her off but decided against it because he wanted to avoid possible injury and he really wanted to actually explain his reasoning to her, not many people actually ask why he has a problem with muggles, they simply assumed and blamed it on his death eater father, " but I do have a problem with inferior beings who, in their growing numbers, forced us into secrecy and made us hide our world. Why should we be forced to keep our world a secret from them? To prevent a war that we would most likely win? We should not have to hide from them and constantly be afraid of them discovering us."
Andrea looked at him thoughtfully for a few moments before she spoke, "Be that as it may Draco, we don't hide from them out of fear, we do so to protect them. After all, being the "inferior beings" as you refer to them, if they got hold of some magic, it could end tragically. They were not made to handle magic, and if they were exposed to in constantly and tried to use some themselves, they could become destructive to themselves, and possibly the rest of the world. But you do make a good argument Draco, and I can't overlook that."
Andrea couldn't help but smile as Malfoy's steady expression faltered for a few moments from the surprise of getting something suspiciously like a compliment from her.
As he regained his calm composure he said, "As do you, Andrea, as do you."
He was about to say something else when Andrea cut him off and said, "And another thing, how can you be so certain that muggles are inferior. They have discovered their own ways of doing things without magic. Some of their inventions are simply brilliant. Not to mention they have come up with better ways to communicate than by owl. Although that thing with the fireplace is pretty awesome, I have to admit. I walked into the Gryffindor common room one day and this girl was talking to a floating head in the fireplace. I screamed and nearly tripped on the couch. Everyone in the room thought I was a complete moron and some seventh year had to take me aside and explain the whole communication process through the fireplace. It was really embarrassing."
Draco laughed at her anecdote as she continued chattering away as if they had been friends for a while now. As he watched her lips move in a rapid pace, he remembered the kiss. It had been nice actually. Not only did he enjoy the power rush he felt at making her panic, he actually liked kissing her. It left a nice sensation on his lips and a sweet taste in his mouth. He thought fondly back on every encounter he had with Andrea. Sure, most of the time he had acted like a complete prick, but he actually liked making her squirm. Draco realized that the way to her heart was not to frustrate and scare her and prove his power over her but he couldn't help it. And he didn't think he even wanted her affection anyway. He didn't think...
AN: More of her detention next chapter, and some other good stuff. Think sneaking around the castle. Well, not so much..er...I don't know. I haven't finished writing it yet. But I am going to give you a little sample of what's to come. Enjoy!
Next chapter:
"..not even involving that git,"
Who is "that git" and who is saying this captivating piece of a statement? Find out next time!
Ok, I will admit, that was low, even for me. Sorry. Bye!