Chapter 2
Malfoy just decided to ignore the remark and started walking towards Dumbledore's office. After what seemed like an eternity, they finally reached the stone gargoyle hiding the way into the headmaster's office. Malfoy stopped abruptly, causing Nyla to crash into his back.
"What the fuck did you do that for? Forget the way, blond boy?"
"My name is Draco Malfoy, and I'd watch my mouth around a Malfoy if I were you."
"Or what? What could you possibly do to me? You might be the hot shot around here, but I couldn't care less what your fucking last name is. the only thing I wanna know is why you stopped.!"
Cursing the time when he decided to lead her to Dumbledore's office, Malfoy shrugged and said simply.
"We're here, you ungrateful bitch, but I don't know the freaking password."
"BIG HELP you are. now I'm not lost in the middle of the hall anymore. I'm just standing in front of an ugly statue with no clue whatsoever of how to get in." Nyla said sarcastically, choosing to ignore the insult. Malfoy cursed under his breath.
"Just try passwords. Dumbledore is not the brightest relic, so it must be something pretty simple.something like 'Lemmon drop' or some shit like that."
And, with that, suddenly the gargoyle started spinning upwards, revealing a stairway, which supposedly led into Dumbledore's office.
"See what I mean?? I haven't the slightest clue about who placed that dumbass as headmaster. even Goyle could think of something better than fucking lemon drop."
Nyla chuckled, but quickly cursed herself . she wasn't about to soften around that conceited little playboy.
"Good. now I can get the hell away from you."
With that, Nyla started climbing up the stairs. but as she climbed the first two steps, she turned back and yelled after Malfoy.
"Hey, blond boy!!! Thanks."
Malfoy smirked before turning around thinking to himself "I must be fucking irresistible."
"You're very welcome. just tell me your name."
Nyla hesitated for a moment, but then yelled
"Nyla Welsh. and by the way, I do know who Lucius Malfoy is!"
Draco smirked at her.
"Well, Nyla Welsh.. I guess I'll see you around. just do me a goddam favor. don't get sorted into Gryffindor.you're too sharp for that."
Nyla didn't understand the remark, but Draco was gone before she had a chance to ask him what he meant. She simply shrugged, turned around, took a deep breath and started climbing up the stairs hoping that the "relic" turned out to be this nice little old man, who wouldn't give her a very hard time.
Malfoy just decided to ignore the remark and started walking towards Dumbledore's office. After what seemed like an eternity, they finally reached the stone gargoyle hiding the way into the headmaster's office. Malfoy stopped abruptly, causing Nyla to crash into his back.
"What the fuck did you do that for? Forget the way, blond boy?"
"My name is Draco Malfoy, and I'd watch my mouth around a Malfoy if I were you."
"Or what? What could you possibly do to me? You might be the hot shot around here, but I couldn't care less what your fucking last name is. the only thing I wanna know is why you stopped.!"
Cursing the time when he decided to lead her to Dumbledore's office, Malfoy shrugged and said simply.
"We're here, you ungrateful bitch, but I don't know the freaking password."
"BIG HELP you are. now I'm not lost in the middle of the hall anymore. I'm just standing in front of an ugly statue with no clue whatsoever of how to get in." Nyla said sarcastically, choosing to ignore the insult. Malfoy cursed under his breath.
"Just try passwords. Dumbledore is not the brightest relic, so it must be something pretty simple.something like 'Lemmon drop' or some shit like that."
And, with that, suddenly the gargoyle started spinning upwards, revealing a stairway, which supposedly led into Dumbledore's office.
"See what I mean?? I haven't the slightest clue about who placed that dumbass as headmaster. even Goyle could think of something better than fucking lemon drop."
Nyla chuckled, but quickly cursed herself . she wasn't about to soften around that conceited little playboy.
"Good. now I can get the hell away from you."
With that, Nyla started climbing up the stairs. but as she climbed the first two steps, she turned back and yelled after Malfoy.
"Hey, blond boy!!! Thanks."
Malfoy smirked before turning around thinking to himself "I must be fucking irresistible."
"You're very welcome. just tell me your name."
Nyla hesitated for a moment, but then yelled
"Nyla Welsh. and by the way, I do know who Lucius Malfoy is!"
Draco smirked at her.
"Well, Nyla Welsh.. I guess I'll see you around. just do me a goddam favor. don't get sorted into Gryffindor.you're too sharp for that."
Nyla didn't understand the remark, but Draco was gone before she had a chance to ask him what he meant. She simply shrugged, turned around, took a deep breath and started climbing up the stairs hoping that the "relic" turned out to be this nice little old man, who wouldn't give her a very hard time.
