Ok I realise in the previous 2 chaps it is titled Breath of fresh air from
down under. That was this story's old title. Its kinda stupid so I changed
it, please just ignore it. And I also realise that I didn't include a
disclaimer so here it is
Disclaimer: obviously I own none of the characters you recognise. The ones you do recognise belong to J.K Rowling.
Chapter 3: old time friend part2
'McGonnagal gave me access to a room to practice! I can use it anytime I like as long as its before bed time' Clarissa said happily as she sat down next to Hermione who was by the fire
'That's great. Is it an old class room or something' Hermione said looking up from her Arithmacy homework
'No its some sort of old conference room they have or something. It's behind a portrait on the 4th floor and I have a password and everything. It's so cool' Clarissa said as Harry and Ron sat down beside her
'What did you have to do to get McGonnagal to agree to that' Harry asked
'Not much, just told the story like it is' Clarissa replied
Early the next morning before breakfast Clarissa got her kick-boxing things together (gloves, tape) and levitated her punching bag all the way down to the 4th floor corridor to the painting of a young girl doing tapestry.
'Oh, hello, can I help you?' the girl asked
'Um yes, I've been given permission to use the room that you hold the entrance to' Clarissa said a little unsurely
'Ooooh' the girl squealed ' I'm finally being put into use again, what do you want the password to be?' she asked
'Er I don't know. any suggestions' Clarissa asked
'Well I personally like "tapestry" but the teachers used to use names of dragons' the girl said
'Right well, "tapestry" it is then' Clarissa said. The portrait swung open and she stepped inside. The room was dark but as she walked in the lanterns around the room magically ignited. The room wasn't much bigger then the classrooms but at one end of the room there was a raised platform with chairs in front of it. "Perfect" she thought. She'd hang the punching bag in the middle of the platform. Clarissa walked up to the platform and stepped onto it. This would defiantly suit! She used a Banishing spell on the chairs and they moved swiftly to either side of the room. Then looked above to see if there was a banister or some sort of rail she could hang her punching bag from. There wasn't. She gave a sigh then pulled out her wand.
'Looks like I'll have to do what I used to back at Marshalls' she said to herself
When she was at her old school the railing in her room wasn't strong enough to support the punching bag so she had suspended it in mid air with magic. It took a while to master the spell but now she was used to it.
Once she had the bag sorted out she decided shed practice for a while. It felt so good being able to just hit something again. She felt as if all her anxiety, nervousness and uncertainty were leaving her with each punch. Kick boxing had always been her outlet for her emotions but she never had really appreciated it until now.
She didn't realise the time going by and ended up missing breakfast and being late for Care of Magical Creatures. But to Clarissa it was worth it.
Draco Malfoy was heading to History of Magic when as he turned the corridor he saw a girl climbing out of a portrait hole on the right-hand side of the corridor. As she turned around he realised that it was Clarissa.
'Delaney?'
Clarissa looked up and noticed that Malfoy had just seen her leave the portrait hole. Her stomach dropped. McGonnagal had told her to conceal the whereabouts of this room, and only herself, Harry, Ron, Hermione and the Professors knew where it was. She'd barely been able to hide it for a week. And who else but Draco Malfoy had to be the one who stuffed up the initial plan
'Is it possible to make you believe you just imagined what you saw' she asked
'Malfoy's are many things but stupid isn't one of them' he said with his trademark smirk. He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall giving her an I-Caught-You-Up-To-Something look. 'And I'm guessing that wasn't the Gryffindor common room you came out of, so what's the deal?'
'It's none of your business' Clarissa said flatly as she turned to walk away.
'On the contrary, it is my business. I'm a prefect and it is my business if filthy Gryffindors are wondering in and out of secret portraits polluting not only the corridors of this school but the hidden passages also.'
This stuck a chord with Clarissa, he had just called her filthy, and for some reason it stung. Well if there was one thing she knew how to do it was to sting back.
'Prefect huh? Oh so you are' she said eyeing the badge she didn't notice before 'was Daddy able to buy you that position as well? Not unlike him buying you into the Slytherine Quidditch team?'
She smiled inwardly. It was evident that Malfoy got stung much worse then she had. She almost regretted saying it. It was a fairly harsh thing to say. But he deserved it.
He strode over to where she was. She contemplated backing up but got rid of that idea when she realised that was what he wanted. She stayed firmly rooted to the floor and held her head up high, not letting the fear in the pit of her stomach effect her outer expression.
Malfoy paused a metre away from her. She stood her ground well and he was taken aback. Anyone else would have backed away. He stared at her, trying to read what she was really thinking. She certainly was a challenge. A challenge he enjoyed every minute of. Once again he could sense something else about her, but she hid it so well he couldn't tell what it was. Still, she had insulted his family and he wasn't about to let her get away with it.
'You better watch it Delaney, don't talk about things you don't understand' he said in an icy tone.
'No, you watch it. You throw your weight around this place thinking your some sort of god. And for some reason nearly everyone is scared of you. Well let me tell you something Draco Malfoy. I'm not' she said defiantly. She was not going to allow this spoiled brat to intimidate her.
'Yes you are, your just a bloody good actor. But your not scared of me the way everyone else is, no. People are scared of me because I'm a Slytherine but above all a Malfoy and they all know I have no problems in harming them. But you, your scared of me cause you so god damn attracted to me.' He knew he was reaching. But he loved playing mind games with people, especially when they were as complex as Clarissa. But most of all he was interested in how she'd react.
'I am no more attracted to you then I am to a slug Malfoy. You are so far of the mark with your "theory" that it's almost comical. I've got your number on this one Malfoy and let me tell you, it won't work.' Clarissa wasn't as pissed off as she made out to be. He must have quite an imagination. She almost had to laugh at that thought. Draco Malfoy having an imagination.that would imply that he had a creative side, and that was funny indeed!
Malfoy looked at her intently and smirked. 'I didn't realise you were so keen on slugs' and with that he walked off leaving Clarissa mentally kicking herself for leaving herself wide open for that remark. Then she suddenly realised she was going to be late for the first class of the day. What was worse was that it was Transfiguration and Professor McGonnagal would not be impressed.
**~~**
'Hey Clara how come you were so late to Transfiguration?' Hermione asked at lunch. She would have asked when she was in class but McGonnagal was so angry with Clarissa for being late and without a valid excuse that she made her sit at the front of the class and gave her a detention.
'Malfoy' Clarissa stated
'Malfoy?' Harry and Ron exclaimed
'Yeah, he decided to have a deep and meaningful in the corridor.' Clarissa said chuckling at how funny that sounded
'What do you mean?' Hermione asked
'Oh you know Malfoy, says a lot for someone who hasn't much to say. It was mainly bullshit, I don't really know what the point was' Clarissa said
'You let us know if he's giving you a hard time alright, just say the words and we'll make him pay' Ron said seriously. He said it so seriously that it made Clarissa laugh. For some reason unknown to her she found it funny. The laughter became infectious and soon Malfoy was off everybody's minds.
**~~**
Detention was served with none other then her most disliked teacher Snape. Apparently he had requested for student help, and seeing as she was the only one with a detention on that particular day Clarissa got the job. A first years potion had exploded and Clarissa's job was to rid the classroom of all the potions remnants. Seeing as it was a detention, she had to do it without the aid of magic. It took her a whole 3 hours to clean the classroom. And for the whole time Snape was criticising her and telling her to clean spots over. He made her do the roof 4 times.
By the time Clarissa was finished she was in a terrible mood. She had to stop herself from hexing Snape throughout her detention and now she had a whole lot of pent-up anger inside her. She felt like she was going to burst. The in hit her * of coarse! Why didn't I think of it before!!! *. And with that, she started at a run and was headed toward the 4th floor.
Disclaimer: obviously I own none of the characters you recognise. The ones you do recognise belong to J.K Rowling.
Chapter 3: old time friend part2
'McGonnagal gave me access to a room to practice! I can use it anytime I like as long as its before bed time' Clarissa said happily as she sat down next to Hermione who was by the fire
'That's great. Is it an old class room or something' Hermione said looking up from her Arithmacy homework
'No its some sort of old conference room they have or something. It's behind a portrait on the 4th floor and I have a password and everything. It's so cool' Clarissa said as Harry and Ron sat down beside her
'What did you have to do to get McGonnagal to agree to that' Harry asked
'Not much, just told the story like it is' Clarissa replied
Early the next morning before breakfast Clarissa got her kick-boxing things together (gloves, tape) and levitated her punching bag all the way down to the 4th floor corridor to the painting of a young girl doing tapestry.
'Oh, hello, can I help you?' the girl asked
'Um yes, I've been given permission to use the room that you hold the entrance to' Clarissa said a little unsurely
'Ooooh' the girl squealed ' I'm finally being put into use again, what do you want the password to be?' she asked
'Er I don't know. any suggestions' Clarissa asked
'Well I personally like "tapestry" but the teachers used to use names of dragons' the girl said
'Right well, "tapestry" it is then' Clarissa said. The portrait swung open and she stepped inside. The room was dark but as she walked in the lanterns around the room magically ignited. The room wasn't much bigger then the classrooms but at one end of the room there was a raised platform with chairs in front of it. "Perfect" she thought. She'd hang the punching bag in the middle of the platform. Clarissa walked up to the platform and stepped onto it. This would defiantly suit! She used a Banishing spell on the chairs and they moved swiftly to either side of the room. Then looked above to see if there was a banister or some sort of rail she could hang her punching bag from. There wasn't. She gave a sigh then pulled out her wand.
'Looks like I'll have to do what I used to back at Marshalls' she said to herself
When she was at her old school the railing in her room wasn't strong enough to support the punching bag so she had suspended it in mid air with magic. It took a while to master the spell but now she was used to it.
Once she had the bag sorted out she decided shed practice for a while. It felt so good being able to just hit something again. She felt as if all her anxiety, nervousness and uncertainty were leaving her with each punch. Kick boxing had always been her outlet for her emotions but she never had really appreciated it until now.
She didn't realise the time going by and ended up missing breakfast and being late for Care of Magical Creatures. But to Clarissa it was worth it.
Draco Malfoy was heading to History of Magic when as he turned the corridor he saw a girl climbing out of a portrait hole on the right-hand side of the corridor. As she turned around he realised that it was Clarissa.
'Delaney?'
Clarissa looked up and noticed that Malfoy had just seen her leave the portrait hole. Her stomach dropped. McGonnagal had told her to conceal the whereabouts of this room, and only herself, Harry, Ron, Hermione and the Professors knew where it was. She'd barely been able to hide it for a week. And who else but Draco Malfoy had to be the one who stuffed up the initial plan
'Is it possible to make you believe you just imagined what you saw' she asked
'Malfoy's are many things but stupid isn't one of them' he said with his trademark smirk. He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall giving her an I-Caught-You-Up-To-Something look. 'And I'm guessing that wasn't the Gryffindor common room you came out of, so what's the deal?'
'It's none of your business' Clarissa said flatly as she turned to walk away.
'On the contrary, it is my business. I'm a prefect and it is my business if filthy Gryffindors are wondering in and out of secret portraits polluting not only the corridors of this school but the hidden passages also.'
This stuck a chord with Clarissa, he had just called her filthy, and for some reason it stung. Well if there was one thing she knew how to do it was to sting back.
'Prefect huh? Oh so you are' she said eyeing the badge she didn't notice before 'was Daddy able to buy you that position as well? Not unlike him buying you into the Slytherine Quidditch team?'
She smiled inwardly. It was evident that Malfoy got stung much worse then she had. She almost regretted saying it. It was a fairly harsh thing to say. But he deserved it.
He strode over to where she was. She contemplated backing up but got rid of that idea when she realised that was what he wanted. She stayed firmly rooted to the floor and held her head up high, not letting the fear in the pit of her stomach effect her outer expression.
Malfoy paused a metre away from her. She stood her ground well and he was taken aback. Anyone else would have backed away. He stared at her, trying to read what she was really thinking. She certainly was a challenge. A challenge he enjoyed every minute of. Once again he could sense something else about her, but she hid it so well he couldn't tell what it was. Still, she had insulted his family and he wasn't about to let her get away with it.
'You better watch it Delaney, don't talk about things you don't understand' he said in an icy tone.
'No, you watch it. You throw your weight around this place thinking your some sort of god. And for some reason nearly everyone is scared of you. Well let me tell you something Draco Malfoy. I'm not' she said defiantly. She was not going to allow this spoiled brat to intimidate her.
'Yes you are, your just a bloody good actor. But your not scared of me the way everyone else is, no. People are scared of me because I'm a Slytherine but above all a Malfoy and they all know I have no problems in harming them. But you, your scared of me cause you so god damn attracted to me.' He knew he was reaching. But he loved playing mind games with people, especially when they were as complex as Clarissa. But most of all he was interested in how she'd react.
'I am no more attracted to you then I am to a slug Malfoy. You are so far of the mark with your "theory" that it's almost comical. I've got your number on this one Malfoy and let me tell you, it won't work.' Clarissa wasn't as pissed off as she made out to be. He must have quite an imagination. She almost had to laugh at that thought. Draco Malfoy having an imagination.that would imply that he had a creative side, and that was funny indeed!
Malfoy looked at her intently and smirked. 'I didn't realise you were so keen on slugs' and with that he walked off leaving Clarissa mentally kicking herself for leaving herself wide open for that remark. Then she suddenly realised she was going to be late for the first class of the day. What was worse was that it was Transfiguration and Professor McGonnagal would not be impressed.
**~~**
'Hey Clara how come you were so late to Transfiguration?' Hermione asked at lunch. She would have asked when she was in class but McGonnagal was so angry with Clarissa for being late and without a valid excuse that she made her sit at the front of the class and gave her a detention.
'Malfoy' Clarissa stated
'Malfoy?' Harry and Ron exclaimed
'Yeah, he decided to have a deep and meaningful in the corridor.' Clarissa said chuckling at how funny that sounded
'What do you mean?' Hermione asked
'Oh you know Malfoy, says a lot for someone who hasn't much to say. It was mainly bullshit, I don't really know what the point was' Clarissa said
'You let us know if he's giving you a hard time alright, just say the words and we'll make him pay' Ron said seriously. He said it so seriously that it made Clarissa laugh. For some reason unknown to her she found it funny. The laughter became infectious and soon Malfoy was off everybody's minds.
**~~**
Detention was served with none other then her most disliked teacher Snape. Apparently he had requested for student help, and seeing as she was the only one with a detention on that particular day Clarissa got the job. A first years potion had exploded and Clarissa's job was to rid the classroom of all the potions remnants. Seeing as it was a detention, she had to do it without the aid of magic. It took her a whole 3 hours to clean the classroom. And for the whole time Snape was criticising her and telling her to clean spots over. He made her do the roof 4 times.
By the time Clarissa was finished she was in a terrible mood. She had to stop herself from hexing Snape throughout her detention and now she had a whole lot of pent-up anger inside her. She felt like she was going to burst. The in hit her * of coarse! Why didn't I think of it before!!! *. And with that, she started at a run and was headed toward the 4th floor.
