"Any news?" asked Hermione, sitting down next to her in the dimly fire-lit
Gryffindor common room.
Nikole looked up from the book and smiled. She was glad that Hermione wanted to help, but wasn't quite sure if she should be helping. "Not yet."
"I was at the library today and I think I might've found a book that could help you," Hermione replied, removing a rather thick book-the width the size of the palm of your hand. "Feel free to browse through it."
"Uh, thanks...uh, do you wanna help?"
"Sure, I'd love to," Hermione started. She stared down at the novel-size book in her hand and laughed. "This is a really big book."
"No duh," Nikole chuckled. "We better start reading."
"I'll go get my magnifying glass," Hermione stated, standing up and heading for the girls' dorm.
Nikole nodded and buried herself into the book. 'Lady Kathryn is said to be beautiful, with eyes like the sun and hair with dark, smooth locks; her eyes can kill you and her soul is dreadfully hollow of love and thick- headedness, but instead is filled with wonder, sorrow, and kindness.' What on earth? She thought to herself.
{Christmas is coming and Ron is getting fat.}
The Thanksgiving dinner was just downright plentiful and everyone had gone to bed a few pounds heavier than when they were that morning...everyone except Nikole.
Nikole walked onto the Quidditch pitch, the sun was warm and the wind was but a cool, soft breeze. She loved it there...she just felt peaceful when she was the only one there. Sitting down, she removed the book from her coat pocket and began reading. It wasn't long before she heard footsteps from behind her. She quickly stood and turned around; what she saw didn't make her happy.
"Hey, mud-blood." It was Draco Malfoy. "What are you doing down here?"
"First of all, I ain't no mud-blood, and secondly, I'm here because I am." Nikole placed her book back in her pocket and crossed her arms. "What do you want?"
He took a few steps closer so that his face was practically five inches from hers. "To say something." He made a move to place his hands on her waist, but re-thought it and didn't.
{Draco's POV}
She has the most beautiful eyes...even more beautiful than Hermione's. Why did she have to come when I was about to ask about Hermione...never mind.
{Nikole's POV}
What the hell is he looking at? It better not be my chest.
{My POV}
"Well?" Nikole asked. "What did you wanna say?"
Draco moved a little closer and this time he did place his hands on her waist. "Well-"
"Let go of me!" Nikole pushed him off, causing him to land on his butt. "I may be a chic, but don't try your moves on me!"
"Sorry," he replied sarcastically, standing.
She crossed her arms and spat out, "What do you want Malfoy?"
"Just to talk." He moved a little closer and Nikole backed away.
"About what?"
"Anything, it doesn't really matter to me, as long as we talk," he murmured. "Unless, you mind."
'Oh, I mind alright.' "No," Nikole narrowed her eyes at him. "I don't mind."
He cleared his throat. "Well, we sorta need a caddy on the field for our next Quidditch game and I thought..." his voice trailed off.
"And you thought that I wouldn't mind?"
"Right."
"Ha. Well, guess what, Malfoy? I'm a Gryffindor and I'm not planning on helping you in any way possible. So, why don't you go back inside and dream about Hermione Granger, your love interest?"
'How'd she know,' Draco thought.
"Oh, I know lotsa things, Malfoy."
Draco took a few steps back. "Can you read my mind?"
"First of all, it's called telepathy and secondly, yes, I can."
"Omigod!" Draco ran back into the castle and Nikole just cocked her head to the side.
"My day just got so much better." Nikole smiled and went inside the castle, too. "Who knew pretending to be telepathic could be so much fun?"
Nikole looked up from the book and smiled. She was glad that Hermione wanted to help, but wasn't quite sure if she should be helping. "Not yet."
"I was at the library today and I think I might've found a book that could help you," Hermione replied, removing a rather thick book-the width the size of the palm of your hand. "Feel free to browse through it."
"Uh, thanks...uh, do you wanna help?"
"Sure, I'd love to," Hermione started. She stared down at the novel-size book in her hand and laughed. "This is a really big book."
"No duh," Nikole chuckled. "We better start reading."
"I'll go get my magnifying glass," Hermione stated, standing up and heading for the girls' dorm.
Nikole nodded and buried herself into the book. 'Lady Kathryn is said to be beautiful, with eyes like the sun and hair with dark, smooth locks; her eyes can kill you and her soul is dreadfully hollow of love and thick- headedness, but instead is filled with wonder, sorrow, and kindness.' What on earth? She thought to herself.
{Christmas is coming and Ron is getting fat.}
The Thanksgiving dinner was just downright plentiful and everyone had gone to bed a few pounds heavier than when they were that morning...everyone except Nikole.
Nikole walked onto the Quidditch pitch, the sun was warm and the wind was but a cool, soft breeze. She loved it there...she just felt peaceful when she was the only one there. Sitting down, she removed the book from her coat pocket and began reading. It wasn't long before she heard footsteps from behind her. She quickly stood and turned around; what she saw didn't make her happy.
"Hey, mud-blood." It was Draco Malfoy. "What are you doing down here?"
"First of all, I ain't no mud-blood, and secondly, I'm here because I am." Nikole placed her book back in her pocket and crossed her arms. "What do you want?"
He took a few steps closer so that his face was practically five inches from hers. "To say something." He made a move to place his hands on her waist, but re-thought it and didn't.
{Draco's POV}
She has the most beautiful eyes...even more beautiful than Hermione's. Why did she have to come when I was about to ask about Hermione...never mind.
{Nikole's POV}
What the hell is he looking at? It better not be my chest.
{My POV}
"Well?" Nikole asked. "What did you wanna say?"
Draco moved a little closer and this time he did place his hands on her waist. "Well-"
"Let go of me!" Nikole pushed him off, causing him to land on his butt. "I may be a chic, but don't try your moves on me!"
"Sorry," he replied sarcastically, standing.
She crossed her arms and spat out, "What do you want Malfoy?"
"Just to talk." He moved a little closer and Nikole backed away.
"About what?"
"Anything, it doesn't really matter to me, as long as we talk," he murmured. "Unless, you mind."
'Oh, I mind alright.' "No," Nikole narrowed her eyes at him. "I don't mind."
He cleared his throat. "Well, we sorta need a caddy on the field for our next Quidditch game and I thought..." his voice trailed off.
"And you thought that I wouldn't mind?"
"Right."
"Ha. Well, guess what, Malfoy? I'm a Gryffindor and I'm not planning on helping you in any way possible. So, why don't you go back inside and dream about Hermione Granger, your love interest?"
'How'd she know,' Draco thought.
"Oh, I know lotsa things, Malfoy."
Draco took a few steps back. "Can you read my mind?"
"First of all, it's called telepathy and secondly, yes, I can."
"Omigod!" Draco ran back into the castle and Nikole just cocked her head to the side.
"My day just got so much better." Nikole smiled and went inside the castle, too. "Who knew pretending to be telepathic could be so much fun?"