Harry and Jessica walked the corridors silently. Neither could really think
of anything to say. The silence wasn't uncomfortable, but it left Jessica
with an eerie, unsettled feeling. No matter how hard she tried, she
couldn't help glancing over her shoulder ever so often, watching for what
might be waiting.
For close to ten minutes, there footsteps echoing emptily off the stone walls, they made their way aimlessly. Jessica was following Harry, but somehow had the distinct impression that he was following her.
Finally, Jessica sighed and checked her watch.
"Nearly time for lunch," she said, although she wasn't positive Harry was listening.
"Let's go to the Hall then," he said immediately, as if that had been the plan all along.
Slightly startled that he'd been paying attention, she agreed and they started down a different corridor.
"So Amanda," Ron said nonchalantly as they made their way back up towards the castle, "Do you have a dress for the Ball yet?"
Amanda shrugged. "No, but I guess me and Jess will just get ours from that odd dresser of hers. Speaking of Jess, I wonder what was wrong with her gloves. Do you have any guesses?" she added, turning to face him.
Ron was obviously caught off guard. "Well, I don't know," he stuttered, "I suppose they just malfunctioned by themselves. But getting back to the Ball…"
Amanda shook her head. "They can't've malfunctioned all on their own, I mean, Professor Sprout would have known how to fix them I think. But what could have happened to them then? I don't think Jess has any enemies, well, atleast not ones that have access to her gloves..."
Ron cleared his throat. "Amanda…"
"But I just don't know! She was acting rather strangely to me…"
"Amanda," Ron said a little louder.
"But I suppose it could just be the atmosphere. With everything that's going on and all…"
"Amanda!" Ron exploded, "Do you want to go to the Ball with me or not?!"
Amanda stopped dead.
"What?" she asked, not daring to believe it.
"I said," Ron repeated, going red, "Would you like to go to the Ball with me?"
Amanda laughed. "No…you said 'do you want to go to the Ball with me or not?!'"
"Sorry," Ron mumbled, "I got kind of nervous…"
Amanda waved her hand, cutting him off. She studied his face intently for a moment.
"Okay, Ron. I'd love to go to the Ball with you."
"Hmmm. I wonder where Ron and Amanda are?" Harry wondered aloud as he and Jessica took their places at the lunch table.
Jessica shrugged. "Maybe the lesson went over or something."
Harry nodded, and, by chance, glanced up at the High Table. The teachers were sitting talking amongst themselves, seemingly content, but then something very odd caught Harry's eye. Dumbledore was missing from his usual prominent spot right in the middle of the table.
Harry elbowed Jessica slightly.
"What is it?" she asked, slightly annoyed at almost dumping her pumpkin juice all over herself.
He jerked his head toward the High Table.
"Where do you supposed he could be?" he asked, watching for her reaction.
To his great surprise, she merely shrugged, looking unconcerned.
"Who knows? Maybe he had to answer a call or something," she said, going back to her lunch.
Harry was startled. "Is there something wrong?"
She shook her had. "No," she said firmly, but he didn't quite trust the way she wouldn't meet his eyes.
The truth was, she was thinking about Seamus. What possible reason could he have had to ask her to the Ball? The Whole situation was confusing beyond words.
"Yes," she said suddenly, jerking her head up. "Yes, there is something wrong. It's just that…"
"Awww, true confessions of the Muggle kind." A sneering voice drifted toward them, coming ever closer.
Jessica clenched her teeth, shutting her eyes hard.
Taking a deep breath, she spun around to face the speaker.
"Hello Draco," she said in mock friendless. "And you too, Mr. Crabbe and Mr. Goyle," she added sweetly to his trollish goons.
They merely glared and cracked their knuckles menacingly.
"Hello, muggle," Draco said nonchalantly, a smirk lingering around his pointed face.
"My name," Jessica said firmly, but still sweetly, "is Jessica."
"Sorry. You're right, muggle," Draco said with a sarcastic grin.
"I'm terribly sorry," Jessica said, choosing her words carefully, "I do believe that I forgot for a moment just how stupid you are." She paused and dropped her voice to a sympathetic tone. "Let me help you remember what my name is, Draco. I promise you'll never forget it again."
She reached down and picked up her pumpkin juice.
"Here," she smiled innocently.
"J!" she said, splashing it on the front of his robes.
"E!" she said louder, splashing more on.
"S!" she said again, smiling and splashing a lot more on.
Then she stood up, still smiling.
Before he could react, she lifted the amount left in her goblet and poured it all over his head.
"S!" she finished, shaking the last few drops out.
He staggered backwards into Crabbe and Goyle, who also stumbled back. Slipping in the pumpkin juice that was now all over the floor, they landed flat on their backs with a loud thud. Draco stood, wiping the orange juice out of his white blonde hair furiously, but still failing to prevent it from seeping down on to his face.
Harry sat torn between shock and great amusement. All that he was capable of doing was sitting and gaping. Jessica surveyed the scene again, grinning, then looked down at Harry.
"Let's go. I've suddenly lost my appetite," she said.
"You'll pay for that one, muggle!" Draco screamed after her retreating back, drawing the attention of the teachers.
Professor McGonagall stood up quickly.
"Mr. Malfoy," she said, appalled, "I demand to know what you were doing! Look at this mess!" she shrieked, pointing at the floor.
"Professor, I…!" Malfoy began.
"I don't want to hear it!" McGonagall said, holding up her hands, "Clean it up! All of it! Now!" she ordered, here eyes flashing. "And thirty points from Slytherin for this! I'll be seeing Professor Snape about you three!"
"But Professor I…!" Malfoy interrupted furiously.
"Now, Mr. Malfoy," she ordered in her most dangerous voice.
Jessica was positive that they had said more, but at this point, she and Harry had burst out of the Great Hall and into the entranceway. She had been trying maddeningly to control her laughter, but found it impossible to do for any longer. As they doors shut behind them, she and Harry burst into hysterical laughter which rang around the hallways for a good five minutes.
"That was brilliant!" Harry gasped.
"Call it a stroke of inspiration," Jessica smirked.
"I'm just sorry Ron didn't see that," he said, wiping away tears of laughter.
"Speaking of which," Jessica said, pointing toward the front doors.
Ron and Amanda were walking up toward them.
"Wow, what happened to you guys?" Amanda asked, looking at their beat red faces.
Jessica glanced at Harry.
"Go ahead," she said, "You tell them."
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For close to ten minutes, there footsteps echoing emptily off the stone walls, they made their way aimlessly. Jessica was following Harry, but somehow had the distinct impression that he was following her.
Finally, Jessica sighed and checked her watch.
"Nearly time for lunch," she said, although she wasn't positive Harry was listening.
"Let's go to the Hall then," he said immediately, as if that had been the plan all along.
Slightly startled that he'd been paying attention, she agreed and they started down a different corridor.
"So Amanda," Ron said nonchalantly as they made their way back up towards the castle, "Do you have a dress for the Ball yet?"
Amanda shrugged. "No, but I guess me and Jess will just get ours from that odd dresser of hers. Speaking of Jess, I wonder what was wrong with her gloves. Do you have any guesses?" she added, turning to face him.
Ron was obviously caught off guard. "Well, I don't know," he stuttered, "I suppose they just malfunctioned by themselves. But getting back to the Ball…"
Amanda shook her head. "They can't've malfunctioned all on their own, I mean, Professor Sprout would have known how to fix them I think. But what could have happened to them then? I don't think Jess has any enemies, well, atleast not ones that have access to her gloves..."
Ron cleared his throat. "Amanda…"
"But I just don't know! She was acting rather strangely to me…"
"Amanda," Ron said a little louder.
"But I suppose it could just be the atmosphere. With everything that's going on and all…"
"Amanda!" Ron exploded, "Do you want to go to the Ball with me or not?!"
Amanda stopped dead.
"What?" she asked, not daring to believe it.
"I said," Ron repeated, going red, "Would you like to go to the Ball with me?"
Amanda laughed. "No…you said 'do you want to go to the Ball with me or not?!'"
"Sorry," Ron mumbled, "I got kind of nervous…"
Amanda waved her hand, cutting him off. She studied his face intently for a moment.
"Okay, Ron. I'd love to go to the Ball with you."
"Hmmm. I wonder where Ron and Amanda are?" Harry wondered aloud as he and Jessica took their places at the lunch table.
Jessica shrugged. "Maybe the lesson went over or something."
Harry nodded, and, by chance, glanced up at the High Table. The teachers were sitting talking amongst themselves, seemingly content, but then something very odd caught Harry's eye. Dumbledore was missing from his usual prominent spot right in the middle of the table.
Harry elbowed Jessica slightly.
"What is it?" she asked, slightly annoyed at almost dumping her pumpkin juice all over herself.
He jerked his head toward the High Table.
"Where do you supposed he could be?" he asked, watching for her reaction.
To his great surprise, she merely shrugged, looking unconcerned.
"Who knows? Maybe he had to answer a call or something," she said, going back to her lunch.
Harry was startled. "Is there something wrong?"
She shook her had. "No," she said firmly, but he didn't quite trust the way she wouldn't meet his eyes.
The truth was, she was thinking about Seamus. What possible reason could he have had to ask her to the Ball? The Whole situation was confusing beyond words.
"Yes," she said suddenly, jerking her head up. "Yes, there is something wrong. It's just that…"
"Awww, true confessions of the Muggle kind." A sneering voice drifted toward them, coming ever closer.
Jessica clenched her teeth, shutting her eyes hard.
Taking a deep breath, she spun around to face the speaker.
"Hello Draco," she said in mock friendless. "And you too, Mr. Crabbe and Mr. Goyle," she added sweetly to his trollish goons.
They merely glared and cracked their knuckles menacingly.
"Hello, muggle," Draco said nonchalantly, a smirk lingering around his pointed face.
"My name," Jessica said firmly, but still sweetly, "is Jessica."
"Sorry. You're right, muggle," Draco said with a sarcastic grin.
"I'm terribly sorry," Jessica said, choosing her words carefully, "I do believe that I forgot for a moment just how stupid you are." She paused and dropped her voice to a sympathetic tone. "Let me help you remember what my name is, Draco. I promise you'll never forget it again."
She reached down and picked up her pumpkin juice.
"Here," she smiled innocently.
"J!" she said, splashing it on the front of his robes.
"E!" she said louder, splashing more on.
"S!" she said again, smiling and splashing a lot more on.
Then she stood up, still smiling.
Before he could react, she lifted the amount left in her goblet and poured it all over his head.
"S!" she finished, shaking the last few drops out.
He staggered backwards into Crabbe and Goyle, who also stumbled back. Slipping in the pumpkin juice that was now all over the floor, they landed flat on their backs with a loud thud. Draco stood, wiping the orange juice out of his white blonde hair furiously, but still failing to prevent it from seeping down on to his face.
Harry sat torn between shock and great amusement. All that he was capable of doing was sitting and gaping. Jessica surveyed the scene again, grinning, then looked down at Harry.
"Let's go. I've suddenly lost my appetite," she said.
"You'll pay for that one, muggle!" Draco screamed after her retreating back, drawing the attention of the teachers.
Professor McGonagall stood up quickly.
"Mr. Malfoy," she said, appalled, "I demand to know what you were doing! Look at this mess!" she shrieked, pointing at the floor.
"Professor, I…!" Malfoy began.
"I don't want to hear it!" McGonagall said, holding up her hands, "Clean it up! All of it! Now!" she ordered, here eyes flashing. "And thirty points from Slytherin for this! I'll be seeing Professor Snape about you three!"
"But Professor I…!" Malfoy interrupted furiously.
"Now, Mr. Malfoy," she ordered in her most dangerous voice.
Jessica was positive that they had said more, but at this point, she and Harry had burst out of the Great Hall and into the entranceway. She had been trying maddeningly to control her laughter, but found it impossible to do for any longer. As they doors shut behind them, she and Harry burst into hysterical laughter which rang around the hallways for a good five minutes.
"That was brilliant!" Harry gasped.
"Call it a stroke of inspiration," Jessica smirked.
"I'm just sorry Ron didn't see that," he said, wiping away tears of laughter.
"Speaking of which," Jessica said, pointing toward the front doors.
Ron and Amanda were walking up toward them.
"Wow, what happened to you guys?" Amanda asked, looking at their beat red faces.
Jessica glanced at Harry.
"Go ahead," she said, "You tell them."
(A/N) See?! I told you updates would be comer quicker :D
this is short, maybe too short, but hey! It's a chapter! Take what you can get lol
more soon!
Please review!!! I love you guys! You are the reason that I write at all!!! 333
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