chapter the second
The next day, Draco was happily reading the dictionary, when Snape came a- knocking at his dormitory door.
"Good Morning Draco. Well, i'm sure it won't be that good after i tell you to....".
Draco interupted. "SERENE. adj. calm, peaceful. Sir, serene i ain't".
"That is understandable Mr Malfoy", said Snape, walking over to Dracos bed and sitting next to the poor boy. "But, you have to do this. You must be strong. You must make us all proud of you".
Snape then attempted to smile; it didn't work.
Draco sighed. "I know you're right. But....God! Her name is TIFFANY for god's sake!".
"I know. I know...".
"I just can't bare to think of it! Those teeth, all white and straight, and shiny. My God, if i were to look directly into them, i'll surely be blinded!".
Draco then put his head in his hands, and began to repeat swear words, over and over and over....
As Snape looked down at the distraught sixteen year old, a great sadness fell upon him. He couldn't take it anymore; tears welled up in his eyes. He covered his face and ran out of the room. It would've been quite dramatic had he not tripped over as he ran through the door.
Later that morning, Draco slowly made his way to the Great Hall, where he was to be properly introduced to Tiffany Brunswick. It so happened that he was there first, and now had the pleasure of waiting. As if the God's weren't having enough fun tormenting Draco, who should walk past but Harry Potter, and those other two that always seem to follow him.
"Wow", thought Draco to himself, "Potter is quite the dork magnet".
"Hi Malfoy", said Harry. "Waiting for Tiffany are we? It was really nice of you to offer to show her around. What a lovely gentleman you are...".
"I didn't offer!", spat Draco furiously. "They made me....".
"Yeah, yeah, yeah", said Ron.
"And you can shut up too. Poor-o".
For some reason this worked, and Ron did shut up. Three of them left, as if this was some kind of punishment for Draco.
"I hate Potter", thought Draco. But he in fact did not think it, he said it out loud.
"Who's Potter?", came a voice from behind him.
He swivelled around and found that Tiffany was standing behind him, grinning from ear to ear.
"I...i...i...er....", stuttered Draco.
Tiffany got the wrong end of the stick, and thought that Dracos stuttering was because he liked her. So she giggled.
"Oh please don't do that", thought Draco.
"You're Draco, right?", she said. "That's quite an unusual name, dontchya think?".
"Not really...".
Tiffany giggled again. "You're so funny!".
Draco starred blankly at Tiffany. How could one person be so annoying?
"Ya know", she continued, "I just LOVE your British accent!".
"It's an English accent actually. There's no such thing as a British accent....".
"You're so funny! When do we have tea?".
"Tea?".
"Yeah! You guys are always drinking tea....".
Draco suddenly got the urge to throw himself off of a very high cliff.
"We don't actually have a set time to have tea".
"You're so...".
"Shall we start?". Draco interuppted, before he ended up punching Tiffany in the face.
"Uh huh!", she said enthusiastically.
Draco led Tiffany around the many corridors, occasionally commenting on the classrooms, or if he walked past someone who said hello to him, Tiffany would want to know who it was.
"This school is so big!". Tiffany had said.
When it got to lunch time, Draco did his best to abandon Tiffany, but there was just no shaking her off.
"What do you guys have for lunch?", she asked.
"I dunno", replied Draco, trying to lose her in the crowd outside the Great Hall.
"Fish and Chips?", she giggled, clinging onto Dracos robes, so she didn't lose him.
"No, not usually", said Draco through gritted teeth.
When they finally made it into the Great Hall, Draco made his way over to Crabbe and Goyle. They seemed happy enough to see him, but when they spotted Tiffany behind him, they fled, shouting "We're not hungry!".
Draco sat down, he hoped his lunch would contain some kind of poison, then hopefully he'd die.
"Who's that?", asked Tiffany as she pointed to someone.
"Pansy".
"Who's that?".
"Professor Sprout".
"Who's that?".
"Fred and George Weasley".
"Who's that?".
"Nearly headless Nick".
"Who's that?".
"Justin Finch-....whatever...".
"Who's that?".
"Filch".
"Who's that?".
"Hagrid".
"Who's...".
"Will you shut up!", shreiked Draco.
The Hall fell silent and everyone turned to look at Draco who was now standing up.
Draco looked around at all the faces looking at him. He felt his face turn red. He looked down at Tiffany, who had a look of shock on her face. There was only one thing to do in a situation like this; fake a faint. So, Draco swayed a bit before falling to the ground. He heard everyone gasp, and he tried his best not to smile.
The next day, Draco was happily reading the dictionary, when Snape came a- knocking at his dormitory door.
"Good Morning Draco. Well, i'm sure it won't be that good after i tell you to....".
Draco interupted. "SERENE. adj. calm, peaceful. Sir, serene i ain't".
"That is understandable Mr Malfoy", said Snape, walking over to Dracos bed and sitting next to the poor boy. "But, you have to do this. You must be strong. You must make us all proud of you".
Snape then attempted to smile; it didn't work.
Draco sighed. "I know you're right. But....God! Her name is TIFFANY for god's sake!".
"I know. I know...".
"I just can't bare to think of it! Those teeth, all white and straight, and shiny. My God, if i were to look directly into them, i'll surely be blinded!".
Draco then put his head in his hands, and began to repeat swear words, over and over and over....
As Snape looked down at the distraught sixteen year old, a great sadness fell upon him. He couldn't take it anymore; tears welled up in his eyes. He covered his face and ran out of the room. It would've been quite dramatic had he not tripped over as he ran through the door.
Later that morning, Draco slowly made his way to the Great Hall, where he was to be properly introduced to Tiffany Brunswick. It so happened that he was there first, and now had the pleasure of waiting. As if the God's weren't having enough fun tormenting Draco, who should walk past but Harry Potter, and those other two that always seem to follow him.
"Wow", thought Draco to himself, "Potter is quite the dork magnet".
"Hi Malfoy", said Harry. "Waiting for Tiffany are we? It was really nice of you to offer to show her around. What a lovely gentleman you are...".
"I didn't offer!", spat Draco furiously. "They made me....".
"Yeah, yeah, yeah", said Ron.
"And you can shut up too. Poor-o".
For some reason this worked, and Ron did shut up. Three of them left, as if this was some kind of punishment for Draco.
"I hate Potter", thought Draco. But he in fact did not think it, he said it out loud.
"Who's Potter?", came a voice from behind him.
He swivelled around and found that Tiffany was standing behind him, grinning from ear to ear.
"I...i...i...er....", stuttered Draco.
Tiffany got the wrong end of the stick, and thought that Dracos stuttering was because he liked her. So she giggled.
"Oh please don't do that", thought Draco.
"You're Draco, right?", she said. "That's quite an unusual name, dontchya think?".
"Not really...".
Tiffany giggled again. "You're so funny!".
Draco starred blankly at Tiffany. How could one person be so annoying?
"Ya know", she continued, "I just LOVE your British accent!".
"It's an English accent actually. There's no such thing as a British accent....".
"You're so funny! When do we have tea?".
"Tea?".
"Yeah! You guys are always drinking tea....".
Draco suddenly got the urge to throw himself off of a very high cliff.
"We don't actually have a set time to have tea".
"You're so...".
"Shall we start?". Draco interuppted, before he ended up punching Tiffany in the face.
"Uh huh!", she said enthusiastically.
Draco led Tiffany around the many corridors, occasionally commenting on the classrooms, or if he walked past someone who said hello to him, Tiffany would want to know who it was.
"This school is so big!". Tiffany had said.
When it got to lunch time, Draco did his best to abandon Tiffany, but there was just no shaking her off.
"What do you guys have for lunch?", she asked.
"I dunno", replied Draco, trying to lose her in the crowd outside the Great Hall.
"Fish and Chips?", she giggled, clinging onto Dracos robes, so she didn't lose him.
"No, not usually", said Draco through gritted teeth.
When they finally made it into the Great Hall, Draco made his way over to Crabbe and Goyle. They seemed happy enough to see him, but when they spotted Tiffany behind him, they fled, shouting "We're not hungry!".
Draco sat down, he hoped his lunch would contain some kind of poison, then hopefully he'd die.
"Who's that?", asked Tiffany as she pointed to someone.
"Pansy".
"Who's that?".
"Professor Sprout".
"Who's that?".
"Fred and George Weasley".
"Who's that?".
"Nearly headless Nick".
"Who's that?".
"Justin Finch-....whatever...".
"Who's that?".
"Filch".
"Who's that?".
"Hagrid".
"Who's...".
"Will you shut up!", shreiked Draco.
The Hall fell silent and everyone turned to look at Draco who was now standing up.
Draco looked around at all the faces looking at him. He felt his face turn red. He looked down at Tiffany, who had a look of shock on her face. There was only one thing to do in a situation like this; fake a faint. So, Draco swayed a bit before falling to the ground. He heard everyone gasp, and he tried his best not to smile.