AN: Damn it, I am really getting good at the short pointless chapters
aren't I? Well, here is another one. It has some Draco analyzing in it
though!
And to my oh-so-very Jolly Rancher, stroke away my friend! Er..that sounds wrong, doesn't it? Um..anyway, onto the story.
Chapter Nineteen
Andrea hadn't really noticed her detention was long since over until Harry and Ron came in and found her idly chatting with Draco. He saw them enter first and immediately put on a stern, cold face.
This was a drastic change from the content, laid back, and almost happy expression he had been sporting for well over and hour now. At first Andrea thought it was something she said but then she heard a familiar voice behind her and realized the reason for his sudden change in demeanor. She turned around to confirm her beliefs.
Harry and Ron were standing there, arms crossed, a questioning look accompanying Harry's face, an angry one on Ron's.
"Oh hey guys! What're you doing here?" Andrea asked, hoping her voice didn't betray her and expose her uneasiness.
Harry responded calmly, though there was obvious irritation and a hint of accusation in his voice, "Well, when you hadn't come back a half an hour after your detention ended we got a little worried and frankly I don't trust Malfoy enough not to assume the worst when he's involved."
Ron added, "Not to mention with all the history we have had here, it would not surprise me if something else happened, not even involving that git," he indicated to Malfoy.
Him and Harry exchanged knowing looks. Ever since first year they had been in one dangerous situation after another. Usually they had something to do with the infamous Lord Voldemort, but that was not necessarily the only reason for trouble.
Andrea looked towards the clock on the wall behind her. She had been so wrapped up in grading those papers and talking with Draco that she hadn't given the time a second thought.
"Oh, hmm. I guess I was too busy laughing at how these first years bullshit their way through an essay to notice it was past time to leave. You should really read some of these, their writing and lack of any proper grammar is simply laughable. See, like this line. This kid said."
She was cut off by Draco who started gathering the parchments and said, "You may leave now Wilde. Report back here tomorrow, same time."
Andrea just looked at him for a few seconds before slowly gathering up her stuff.
"Sometime this night would be nice Wilde. I have to lock up the room once you leave and I would really like to get to bed soon. Your incessant ramblings really tired me," Draco drawled.
Humph-ing, Andrea stood and briskly exited the room, Harry and Ron on her heels. When they were down the hall away Harry turned to her and asked, "So how did it go? Malfoy wasn't a complete git was he?"
Ron looked at Andrea's face closely. He had noticed something between her and Malfoy before either had noticed their presence. Draco had actually been smiling, not smirking or scowling, but smiling. Granted, it was a very subtle smile, but a smile nonetheless.
Andrea looked almost wistful, "Well, he was fine until the very end. He was actually civil and a good conversationalist. We had some very interesting discussions. Though when you two came in it was like he remembered that he was supposed to hate me, or something, and he turned to ice again. I don't get boys. You all are so hard to read sometimes (AN: that's why I write. So I can shape their personalities however I want and get into their heads. So I can understand some boys. Maybe they are just too inferior to understand. I mean, clearly women are the better of the species (). And then, other times, you are painfully obvious."
"Or maybe, just maybe, we aren't all the same and cant be generalized as such," Ron said sarcastically, a hint of anger in his tones.
Andrea laughed, "Or that. So, do either of you know how to get into the kitchen? I am starving, plus I always like a glass of ice water beside my bed at night and I can't help but notice the lack of and ice machine in the Gryffindor common room."
As the three made their way to the well hidden kitchens that Hermione had so skillfully discovered in their forth year. Andrea was shocked when Ron tickled the portrait of a big green pear and it actually squirmed, as if it was really ticklish.
"Will the wonders never cease?" Andrea thought to out loud.
"Probably not," Ron answered her, though the question was rhetoric.
"Yea, I don't think its possible to get bored in the wizarding world. I mean there are so many strange occurrences everyday. It would be hard not to be amazed at least once in a while," Harry added.
"How do you live a normal life living in a world that keeps you on your toes all the time?"
"Oh, its not as hard as it may seem. And we aren't always on our toes, as you put it. There are just little surprises here and there, Ron said while yanking on a door handle that appeared.
"Hmm. Where's Hermione by the way?" asked Andrea suddenly realizing that her only female companion thus far was absent. The three always seemed to be together so it was a natural response to assume Hermione had been there all along. Although, once she thought about it, Hermione is never really the type to fade into the background or stay quiet. She was a very outgoing and confident person. Andrea looked up to her in many ways and enjoyed confiding some things to her. Small, somewhat trivial things, when compared to others she could discuss, but still worth talking about. You had to build trust and a good friendship somehow, right?
"Oh, Hermione told us we were being ridiculous to worry about you, that you were probably fine, could take care of yourself and most likely went to do a little extra studying in the library. After dispelling that theory, seeing as how she is the only one who wants to spend a Saturday night in the library, she argued you probably wanted some alone time. So she stayed behind claiming she could not condone such repressive behavior and we should really give you some space." Ron explained.
He stepped aside to reveal an open doorway disclosing a vast kitchen. As they stepped inside Andrea noticed there were four long tables that she supposed stood directly below the four house tables in the Great Hall.
A bunch of little house elves were still wandering around, despite the time. She had never seen house elves like these. Before they had noticed Harry, Ron and Andrea, they had looked quite happy and content. They were talking and just merely lounging about. Andrea didn't know house elves could be this laid back. They were always so nervous and tense around wizards and witches. She thought trying to make them relax was a lost cause.
"Once again, I stand corrected." She said aloud.
"What?" Harry asked, looking away from the crowd of house elves that had come towards them. Seems he had been searching for someone in particular.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to say that out loud. Harry?" Andrea asked
"Hmm?" he replied, his attention again turned back to the group of house elves.
"What exactly are you looking for?"
"More like who," Ron answered.
"Dobby and Winky. They are two friends of mine that work at Hogwarts," Harry answered, turning to her, "though it looks like they aren't here now."
One of the house elves explained that Dobby was asked to run and errand for Professor Dumbledore and Winky was resting.
Andrea asked the elf kindly if she could just get some snacks to eat. A few eagerly asked her what she wanted, that they would make it right away, and though Andrea insisted on doing it herself, they would not allow it. She sat down and talked with a few of them while Harry and Ron quizzed one of them on the current status of Dobby and Winky.
Author's Note: I have a question, to make sure all my facts are straight, Dobby and Winky did turn up in the Hogwarts kitchen in boom four right? I looked it up in my friend's copy and thought I read that, but seeing as how it was about three in the morning, I could have imagined some of it. If I am wrong, please correct me. Thanks. Happy New Year! Hopefully this one will be better, eh? You know, its funny, that's what I said after 2001, but it didn't get that much better. I mean, with all the sniper attacks and the war and George W. still in office, what a shit year. Ok I will stop being depressing. Cheerio! ( see, the cheeriness?
And to my oh-so-very Jolly Rancher, stroke away my friend! Er..that sounds wrong, doesn't it? Um..anyway, onto the story.
Chapter Nineteen
Andrea hadn't really noticed her detention was long since over until Harry and Ron came in and found her idly chatting with Draco. He saw them enter first and immediately put on a stern, cold face.
This was a drastic change from the content, laid back, and almost happy expression he had been sporting for well over and hour now. At first Andrea thought it was something she said but then she heard a familiar voice behind her and realized the reason for his sudden change in demeanor. She turned around to confirm her beliefs.
Harry and Ron were standing there, arms crossed, a questioning look accompanying Harry's face, an angry one on Ron's.
"Oh hey guys! What're you doing here?" Andrea asked, hoping her voice didn't betray her and expose her uneasiness.
Harry responded calmly, though there was obvious irritation and a hint of accusation in his voice, "Well, when you hadn't come back a half an hour after your detention ended we got a little worried and frankly I don't trust Malfoy enough not to assume the worst when he's involved."
Ron added, "Not to mention with all the history we have had here, it would not surprise me if something else happened, not even involving that git," he indicated to Malfoy.
Him and Harry exchanged knowing looks. Ever since first year they had been in one dangerous situation after another. Usually they had something to do with the infamous Lord Voldemort, but that was not necessarily the only reason for trouble.
Andrea looked towards the clock on the wall behind her. She had been so wrapped up in grading those papers and talking with Draco that she hadn't given the time a second thought.
"Oh, hmm. I guess I was too busy laughing at how these first years bullshit their way through an essay to notice it was past time to leave. You should really read some of these, their writing and lack of any proper grammar is simply laughable. See, like this line. This kid said."
She was cut off by Draco who started gathering the parchments and said, "You may leave now Wilde. Report back here tomorrow, same time."
Andrea just looked at him for a few seconds before slowly gathering up her stuff.
"Sometime this night would be nice Wilde. I have to lock up the room once you leave and I would really like to get to bed soon. Your incessant ramblings really tired me," Draco drawled.
Humph-ing, Andrea stood and briskly exited the room, Harry and Ron on her heels. When they were down the hall away Harry turned to her and asked, "So how did it go? Malfoy wasn't a complete git was he?"
Ron looked at Andrea's face closely. He had noticed something between her and Malfoy before either had noticed their presence. Draco had actually been smiling, not smirking or scowling, but smiling. Granted, it was a very subtle smile, but a smile nonetheless.
Andrea looked almost wistful, "Well, he was fine until the very end. He was actually civil and a good conversationalist. We had some very interesting discussions. Though when you two came in it was like he remembered that he was supposed to hate me, or something, and he turned to ice again. I don't get boys. You all are so hard to read sometimes (AN: that's why I write. So I can shape their personalities however I want and get into their heads. So I can understand some boys. Maybe they are just too inferior to understand. I mean, clearly women are the better of the species (). And then, other times, you are painfully obvious."
"Or maybe, just maybe, we aren't all the same and cant be generalized as such," Ron said sarcastically, a hint of anger in his tones.
Andrea laughed, "Or that. So, do either of you know how to get into the kitchen? I am starving, plus I always like a glass of ice water beside my bed at night and I can't help but notice the lack of and ice machine in the Gryffindor common room."
As the three made their way to the well hidden kitchens that Hermione had so skillfully discovered in their forth year. Andrea was shocked when Ron tickled the portrait of a big green pear and it actually squirmed, as if it was really ticklish.
"Will the wonders never cease?" Andrea thought to out loud.
"Probably not," Ron answered her, though the question was rhetoric.
"Yea, I don't think its possible to get bored in the wizarding world. I mean there are so many strange occurrences everyday. It would be hard not to be amazed at least once in a while," Harry added.
"How do you live a normal life living in a world that keeps you on your toes all the time?"
"Oh, its not as hard as it may seem. And we aren't always on our toes, as you put it. There are just little surprises here and there, Ron said while yanking on a door handle that appeared.
"Hmm. Where's Hermione by the way?" asked Andrea suddenly realizing that her only female companion thus far was absent. The three always seemed to be together so it was a natural response to assume Hermione had been there all along. Although, once she thought about it, Hermione is never really the type to fade into the background or stay quiet. She was a very outgoing and confident person. Andrea looked up to her in many ways and enjoyed confiding some things to her. Small, somewhat trivial things, when compared to others she could discuss, but still worth talking about. You had to build trust and a good friendship somehow, right?
"Oh, Hermione told us we were being ridiculous to worry about you, that you were probably fine, could take care of yourself and most likely went to do a little extra studying in the library. After dispelling that theory, seeing as how she is the only one who wants to spend a Saturday night in the library, she argued you probably wanted some alone time. So she stayed behind claiming she could not condone such repressive behavior and we should really give you some space." Ron explained.
He stepped aside to reveal an open doorway disclosing a vast kitchen. As they stepped inside Andrea noticed there were four long tables that she supposed stood directly below the four house tables in the Great Hall.
A bunch of little house elves were still wandering around, despite the time. She had never seen house elves like these. Before they had noticed Harry, Ron and Andrea, they had looked quite happy and content. They were talking and just merely lounging about. Andrea didn't know house elves could be this laid back. They were always so nervous and tense around wizards and witches. She thought trying to make them relax was a lost cause.
"Once again, I stand corrected." She said aloud.
"What?" Harry asked, looking away from the crowd of house elves that had come towards them. Seems he had been searching for someone in particular.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to say that out loud. Harry?" Andrea asked
"Hmm?" he replied, his attention again turned back to the group of house elves.
"What exactly are you looking for?"
"More like who," Ron answered.
"Dobby and Winky. They are two friends of mine that work at Hogwarts," Harry answered, turning to her, "though it looks like they aren't here now."
One of the house elves explained that Dobby was asked to run and errand for Professor Dumbledore and Winky was resting.
Andrea asked the elf kindly if she could just get some snacks to eat. A few eagerly asked her what she wanted, that they would make it right away, and though Andrea insisted on doing it herself, they would not allow it. She sat down and talked with a few of them while Harry and Ron quizzed one of them on the current status of Dobby and Winky.
Author's Note: I have a question, to make sure all my facts are straight, Dobby and Winky did turn up in the Hogwarts kitchen in boom four right? I looked it up in my friend's copy and thought I read that, but seeing as how it was about three in the morning, I could have imagined some of it. If I am wrong, please correct me. Thanks. Happy New Year! Hopefully this one will be better, eh? You know, its funny, that's what I said after 2001, but it didn't get that much better. I mean, with all the sniper attacks and the war and George W. still in office, what a shit year. Ok I will stop being depressing. Cheerio! ( see, the cheeriness?