Disclaimer: Surprisingly enough I do not own Harry Potter, I own none of
the Characters except those who do not feature in the books (duh). Mostly,
that's just the new girl . . .
Warning: This will contain slash in later chapters, here's a hint, if you don't like it . . . don't read it!
Author's Note: These chapters are all sorts of random lengths! Sorry!!!
Rating: G
Title: Slytherins
Summery: A new girl arrives at Hogwarts and she's about to turn Hogwarts upside-down
Author: Dodo
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(previous chapter)
She gestured for him to continue but the horrified look on his face told her that continuing his sentence was not was he was about to do. Nope, he was about to lunge into a whole new one.
"I didn't mean!" he began, "I mean, when I said, I didn't mean that, it's not like I. . . !" Inwardly Draco was cringing at what was coming out of his mouth, stuttering half sentences that would have done Longbottem proud.
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"It's not like you.?" she promoted, "can finish a sentence perhaps?".
She heard a small growl escape Draco's lips, and that was it, she couldn't hold it in for any longer,
Crystal Rose burst into fits of hysterical laughter right then and there, on a small table in the corner of the library at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Across the table, even Draco himself couldn't help but smile. He did not appreciate being the butt of anyone's joke but somehow, when it came to Crystal, his defences were down and laughter was infectious after all.
After she has calmed down, Crystal apologised profusely for laughing at him so much. She hadn't meant to really, it was just they way that his face had expressed such horror when he had realised that it had sounded like he was flirting with her.
She knew of course that he wasn't. She had had an inkling when they had first met, but speaking with him right now, Crystal knew for sure that Draco Malfoy was 100% gay.
She sighed inwardly as he tried to reassure that it was ok really, just as long as she knew that he didn't actually fancy her. Then apologising for saying that because it sounded really harsh and it wasn't that he didn't think that she was an attractive young lady. and so it went on in a viscous circle until she finally re-tuned herself with her environment and spoke up.
"It's ok, really!" she assured him, "I know."
Draco stopped at that. She knew? What did she mean she knew? Oh, she meant that she understood what he meant. Not too much he hoped, he didn't think he was ready for the world to know he was gay.
It wasn't that he thought Crystal would tell any, quite the opposite in fact. Draco felt that if he were going to tell anyone it would be the beautiful brunette opposite him. No, it wasn't that. It was as if he feared that telling anyone, that saying it out loud would make it true, and he wasn't sure if he was ready for that.
A loud grumble from Draco's stomach broke the silence and the blond blushed, ever so slightly.
"I think that means it's lunch time," Crystal quipped. She winked at her new friend and packed her books away, ready to go. "You coming?"
Draco mumbled something in response purposely just out of Crystal's hearing range and followed her out of the library.
Draco walked anxiously down the hallways of the old castle, on full alert and his familiar Malfoy mask pulled back up in all its glory. He could tell that the Hufflepuff felt slightly uncomfortable walking next to him when he was like this but she knew that that was who he was, who he had to be.
They said their goodbyes just before they neared their separate groups of friends and Draco felt a grim twinge of reality seep into his mind.
This girl, who he had know for less the 24 hours had become a better friend to him than any of his other acquaintances, many of whom he had known for his entire life! This, he realised, was yet more proof that his life officially sucked.
It wasn't that he didn't appreciate the company, it's just that he would have rather it be the company of someone more on his intellectual wavelength. He was also aware of the irony that the only person he seemed to get on with this well was a Hufflepuff, a Hufflepuff for God's sake!
He sighed inwardly and raised his eye to face the approaching mob. That insufferable woman, Parkinson, was clobbering all over him, mauling him. He was sure that she must have been a dog in her previous life. Come to think of it, he couldn't be sure that wasn't what she was in this life. A dog, yes, that title suited her perfectly.
Funnily enough it had also been how thought of his two lackeys. Crabbe and Goyle, the two most bone headed pricks in the whole of the school. They followed him round school like faithful little guard dogs.
It wasn't even as though he needed guard dogs. The worst he could bump in to round here was Potter and that certainly didn't seem like a threat. He - or rather - his dad had most, if not all of the Slytherins tied round his little finger, so there was no need to worry about them. The rest of the school seemed shit scared of him. An accomplishment he prided himself on. So all that was left, was a scrawny, messy, good for nothing little boy who thought everybody else's business was his own.
Somewhere in the back of his head, a small voice was laughing at him for his oblivion but it refused to tell the rest of his mind. So Draco told it to shut the hell up and got back to his lunch.
He finished as quickly as he could. Pansy had sat herself next to him, and her perfume was become nauseating. As soon as he had finished, he darted out of the hall.
A fleeting glance at the Hufflepuff table told him that he wasn't about to have company, so instead of going to the library where she could find him, he chose to venture out onto the grounds. It was nice weather for spring. Not too warm, but not too cold.
They'd been lucky the past few weeks weather wise. It'd hardly rained at all - quite a miracle, and the sun had continued to poke its sleepy head from out behind the clouds, just enough to cast a warming blanket on the surrounding countryside.
This was the type of weather that Draco loved. He couldn't stand the sweltering heat in the summer; he had sensitive skin and tended to burn easily as well. Nor could he abide the messy ground sheet of snow in the winter as juvenile kids ran around throwing snowballs at each other.
He laughed bitterly then spun round to see if anyone had heard that impromptu outburst. Luckily everyone was still busily eating their lunch in the great hall.
He didn't really think them juvenile he realised, it was that he was jealous. That was what had made him laugh. He, Draco Malfoy was jealous! How much worse could it get?
He sat down by the lake and lay down on the cool grass. Thoughts of the day's events flittered through his mind. He realised now he thought about it how much it must have seemed like he fancied her. He really didn't, he just admired her.
He had forgotten to ask whether she had taken Ancient Rune or Muggle studies. Come to think of it, he'd forgotten to ask her a whole load of things. Questions like, why have you transferred here? Seemed so obvious now but at the time, they had completely slipped his mind.
He was also getting rather worried about the number of voices in his head, he was sure it wasn't healthy and he certainly didn't want to be the first ever Malfoy to be enrolled in St. Mungos!
Warning: This will contain slash in later chapters, here's a hint, if you don't like it . . . don't read it!
Author's Note: These chapters are all sorts of random lengths! Sorry!!!
Rating: G
Title: Slytherins
Summery: A new girl arrives at Hogwarts and she's about to turn Hogwarts upside-down
Author: Dodo
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(previous chapter)
She gestured for him to continue but the horrified look on his face told her that continuing his sentence was not was he was about to do. Nope, he was about to lunge into a whole new one.
"I didn't mean!" he began, "I mean, when I said, I didn't mean that, it's not like I. . . !" Inwardly Draco was cringing at what was coming out of his mouth, stuttering half sentences that would have done Longbottem proud.
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"It's not like you.?" she promoted, "can finish a sentence perhaps?".
She heard a small growl escape Draco's lips, and that was it, she couldn't hold it in for any longer,
Crystal Rose burst into fits of hysterical laughter right then and there, on a small table in the corner of the library at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Across the table, even Draco himself couldn't help but smile. He did not appreciate being the butt of anyone's joke but somehow, when it came to Crystal, his defences were down and laughter was infectious after all.
After she has calmed down, Crystal apologised profusely for laughing at him so much. She hadn't meant to really, it was just they way that his face had expressed such horror when he had realised that it had sounded like he was flirting with her.
She knew of course that he wasn't. She had had an inkling when they had first met, but speaking with him right now, Crystal knew for sure that Draco Malfoy was 100% gay.
She sighed inwardly as he tried to reassure that it was ok really, just as long as she knew that he didn't actually fancy her. Then apologising for saying that because it sounded really harsh and it wasn't that he didn't think that she was an attractive young lady. and so it went on in a viscous circle until she finally re-tuned herself with her environment and spoke up.
"It's ok, really!" she assured him, "I know."
Draco stopped at that. She knew? What did she mean she knew? Oh, she meant that she understood what he meant. Not too much he hoped, he didn't think he was ready for the world to know he was gay.
It wasn't that he thought Crystal would tell any, quite the opposite in fact. Draco felt that if he were going to tell anyone it would be the beautiful brunette opposite him. No, it wasn't that. It was as if he feared that telling anyone, that saying it out loud would make it true, and he wasn't sure if he was ready for that.
A loud grumble from Draco's stomach broke the silence and the blond blushed, ever so slightly.
"I think that means it's lunch time," Crystal quipped. She winked at her new friend and packed her books away, ready to go. "You coming?"
Draco mumbled something in response purposely just out of Crystal's hearing range and followed her out of the library.
Draco walked anxiously down the hallways of the old castle, on full alert and his familiar Malfoy mask pulled back up in all its glory. He could tell that the Hufflepuff felt slightly uncomfortable walking next to him when he was like this but she knew that that was who he was, who he had to be.
They said their goodbyes just before they neared their separate groups of friends and Draco felt a grim twinge of reality seep into his mind.
This girl, who he had know for less the 24 hours had become a better friend to him than any of his other acquaintances, many of whom he had known for his entire life! This, he realised, was yet more proof that his life officially sucked.
It wasn't that he didn't appreciate the company, it's just that he would have rather it be the company of someone more on his intellectual wavelength. He was also aware of the irony that the only person he seemed to get on with this well was a Hufflepuff, a Hufflepuff for God's sake!
He sighed inwardly and raised his eye to face the approaching mob. That insufferable woman, Parkinson, was clobbering all over him, mauling him. He was sure that she must have been a dog in her previous life. Come to think of it, he couldn't be sure that wasn't what she was in this life. A dog, yes, that title suited her perfectly.
Funnily enough it had also been how thought of his two lackeys. Crabbe and Goyle, the two most bone headed pricks in the whole of the school. They followed him round school like faithful little guard dogs.
It wasn't even as though he needed guard dogs. The worst he could bump in to round here was Potter and that certainly didn't seem like a threat. He - or rather - his dad had most, if not all of the Slytherins tied round his little finger, so there was no need to worry about them. The rest of the school seemed shit scared of him. An accomplishment he prided himself on. So all that was left, was a scrawny, messy, good for nothing little boy who thought everybody else's business was his own.
Somewhere in the back of his head, a small voice was laughing at him for his oblivion but it refused to tell the rest of his mind. So Draco told it to shut the hell up and got back to his lunch.
He finished as quickly as he could. Pansy had sat herself next to him, and her perfume was become nauseating. As soon as he had finished, he darted out of the hall.
A fleeting glance at the Hufflepuff table told him that he wasn't about to have company, so instead of going to the library where she could find him, he chose to venture out onto the grounds. It was nice weather for spring. Not too warm, but not too cold.
They'd been lucky the past few weeks weather wise. It'd hardly rained at all - quite a miracle, and the sun had continued to poke its sleepy head from out behind the clouds, just enough to cast a warming blanket on the surrounding countryside.
This was the type of weather that Draco loved. He couldn't stand the sweltering heat in the summer; he had sensitive skin and tended to burn easily as well. Nor could he abide the messy ground sheet of snow in the winter as juvenile kids ran around throwing snowballs at each other.
He laughed bitterly then spun round to see if anyone had heard that impromptu outburst. Luckily everyone was still busily eating their lunch in the great hall.
He didn't really think them juvenile he realised, it was that he was jealous. That was what had made him laugh. He, Draco Malfoy was jealous! How much worse could it get?
He sat down by the lake and lay down on the cool grass. Thoughts of the day's events flittered through his mind. He realised now he thought about it how much it must have seemed like he fancied her. He really didn't, he just admired her.
He had forgotten to ask whether she had taken Ancient Rune or Muggle studies. Come to think of it, he'd forgotten to ask her a whole load of things. Questions like, why have you transferred here? Seemed so obvious now but at the time, they had completely slipped his mind.
He was also getting rather worried about the number of voices in his head, he was sure it wasn't healthy and he certainly didn't want to be the first ever Malfoy to be enrolled in St. Mungos!
