Chapter Three: Around dark corners
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Disclaimer: I don't even remotely own Harry Potter, but Me, Leah and Ann are real. Believe me. So you can't steal them. Unless you're Draco, in which he can steal me. J Lol.
Yay for Quidditch!!
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Ah…how I love Sunday mornings. Everyone is either sleeping in or lazing about the commons rooms. I was sitting alone in the Dining hall, poking at a late breakfast. Ann was hanging around with Fred and George in the Tower, and Leah was floating around somewhere, probably bopping people on the head with her bat. From what I could tell, there was only a small group of Ravenclaws, a few Hufflepuffs, and me in the hall.
Whupps. And there was Draco Malfoy, who had just walked in. Maybe it's just because I already had an obsession with him while reading the books, but…he's so frickin' HOT!
Waiting until he was halfway down the Slytherin table, at his usual spot (quite close to my spot) I nodded and smiled, grabbing his attention. "Hello Draco." I said pleasantly, deliberately rolling my r's. From the smallest of frowns appearing on his face, I could see that it annoyed him half to death.
"Must you call me that, Gillespie?"
"It's your first name, and a rightfully cool one. I fully intend to use it." I wasn't lying. His name is cool. It's too bad that he's an evil sonovab-
"Then permit me to use yours as well. Alex." Gods, is he sexy. That evil sort of drawl of his is so…thrilling. I think that he knows that too. And that tight long sleeved shirt, he's wearing? Ouch. He's got such a fine figure. Blast him; he probably knows that too.
"Glad to see that we're on the same page." I went back to my brunch. Yummy, there's cinnamon sugar on my toast. Hmm. I didn't notice that before. …Um…back to the moment…sorry…
"I hear that you're on the Quidditch team for Gryffindor." I looked up again. He had sat down across from me…at the Gryffindor table. How strange. "As a keeper."
"You betcha."
Draco gave me the oddest faint smirk. "You had better practice, Alex. Our chasers won't care who's in goal; they play to win."
"Is that a helpful piece of advice?" I asked teasingly. "From one player to another?"
He started eating a slice of French toast that had magically appeared on the plate in front of him. "It's a warning. From a Slytherin to a Gryffindor."
Whoa. This dude is as dangerous as he's made out to be. Yikes. "Thank you, then, and let me give you a warning of my own."
He raised one slender eyebrow. "And what would that be?"
I took a long swallow from my orange juice glass. "Watch out for Leah. She's the new beater on the team." Standing, I tossed my napkin onto my plate. "See you around, Draco."
"Yes." I heard him murmur as I walked away. "Indeed."
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So classes that day was immensely boring, my only highlight being Seamus trying to turn milk into brandy at lunch. I swear, if that kid ever figures out the right spell, drunks all over the world will be showing up at his doorstep. Lol.
Leah had left lunch early in order to get a good seat in Defence. I don't blame her, but I have my eyes set on a different British dude. Besides, Kale is a teacher. Eww? I don't care if he does have wings, or amazing abs.
Dammit, how can a teacher be so hot?
"I can't imagine why you wanted to meet here of all places…"
I paused in my trek down one of the many hallways of Hogwarts. Even though I am not prone to eavesdropping, the voice that I heard next shocked me to the very core.
"I thought that I'd keep this private, that's all."
OMG. It was Ann. Who is she talking to? I faded into the background of the hall, ducking behind a large statue of a dragon.
"This is a pathetic place to meet –"
"I don't know my way fully around the school yet, Draco, so shut up and bear it."
Draco? Secret meetings in the school with Draco? … Why hadn't I thought of that?
"As you say, Ann. What do you want me to do?"
"Have you found out the secret of Morgan's Staff, yet?"
"No, not yet, but – "
"You don't want me as your enemy, Draco. Figure it out. Figure it out soon."
"All right."
"We'll talk again, Draco, and you had better have made some progress by then."
"Yes, ma'am."
I pressed against the wall, watching as Ann swept by me. There was something different about her. Something…sinister. Sinister. Gods, listen to me. I sound like a bad horror movie. That conversation I just heard was something though… Morgan's Staff? What was she up to? I need to find some information. And where else to find info, but from the local library…and Hermione Granger…
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Recognize the conversation? It's an echo of Snape's and Quirrel's in the 1st book. Very appropriate, isn't it?
Ann: You made me evil.
Me: Um…yeah…
Ann: Cool.
Me: Er…yeah…
Okay, yes, I will admit it. I have a Draco Malfoy fetish. But…HAVE YOU SEEN TOM FELTON?!?!? HE IS SO HOT!! AND HE'S OLDER THAN I AM!!! Besides, who doesn't want a hot bad boy like Draco Malfoy? I do!
Leah/Ann: A-hem.
Me: Er…I have to go write the next chapter, now… *runs*
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