I woke-up to the sound of Saturday: silence. I rolled myself out of bed and
landed with a thump on the ground. I forced myself to resist the pull of
gravity and get up. I walked into the bathroom, still wearing my dress, and
started brushing my hair. Grr. After a minute I started to realize I would
probably have to wash my hair to get the gel out. I stepped into the shower
(without my dress.duh) and started to wash my dry and tortured hair.
"Roses?" I asked curiously at the pink bottle in the corner. I guess who ever had gone before me forgot to take out their conditioner. It smelled REALLY good, and I just couldn't help myself. I poured some of the creamy lotion in my hand and massaged it through my hair.
"Don't you try and tell me that he's not my type
To Hide what I feel inside
When he makes me weak with desire
I Know that I'm supposed to make him wait
Let him think I like the chase But I cant stop fanning the fire, I Know I meant
to say No
But he's irresistible
up close and personal
now inescapable
I can hardly breathe, more than just
physical deeper than spiritual
his ways are powerful
and irresistible to me"
I stopped singing in questioned what I was singing. What WAS I singing? Maybe I just heard it on the radio over the summer. But when I repeated the lyrics over and over, it somehow fit my life. I knew it did.
Then it hit me.
Was I singing about...Draco?
"AHHHH!" I screamed as I shook my head.
I heard the door open and someone walked in.
"What's a matter? What happened?" It was Sam.
"GAH! DO YOU MIND?" I yelled and wrapped the shower curtain around me.
"Er, SORRY! I didn't see anything, I swear!" Sam said as he started to back out of the bathroom and closed the door.
I decided that to eliminate any other "meetings", I'd get out of the shower now. I wrapped the fluffy blue towel (Ok, I know blue is Ravenclaw's color, but everything blue just is frightening) and dried myself off. I put on some black jeans and a blue t-shirt (AND THE T-SHIRT'S BLUE TOO!) and put my now dry hair in...you guessed it. A ponytail.
I wasn't hungry, so I decided to just go to the library. I dunno why I did, I just felt like it.
I walked to the library slowly and started dozing off. My eyes quickly opened as I heard a weird cutting sound. I turned around quickly, but saw no one. I started walking backwards, still looking at the spot where I had heard the sound. I shrugged and thought that maybe I was just hearing things. I sighed and turned around... right into something squishy. I fell down onto the hard cold stone and swore. I looked up and found Draco.
"Do you always stand around for no reason?" I sneered.
"Are you always this clumsy?" Draco said, paused, then said, "Oh yeah. You are."
"Shut-up and help me get up." I said and glared at him. I stuck out my hand, asking for help, and Draco pulled me up.
"Where are you headin'?" Draco asked.
"Why...STALKER?" I sneered.
"Maybe...I watch you when you sleep. Every night." Draco said without any hint of sarcasm, which made me cringe a little.
"Are you serious?" I asked, a little frightened at this point.
"No." He smirked and walked towards the library.
"How do you know I'm going to the library?" I asked.
"I didn't. Now I do, though." He said triumphantly. I growled and walked ahead of him.
Both of us started walking when he started to laugh.
"What's so funny? Finally see your face?" I mocked.
"Who cut your hair? Snape?" He said still laughing.
"What? What the hell are you talking about?" I asked, very confused on what was wrong with my hair.
Draco chuckled as he took my hair out of its ponytail.
"Hey! Don't touch the doo!" I joked as he pulled two inches thick of hair in front of my face. My jaw dropped.
"My...my hair." I said forgetting to breathe.
Someone had cut an inch of my chestnut brown hair. The worse part was that you could see the fault in my hair.
"Your hair smells good." Draco said getting high on my hair. He scares me.
"Uh...t-thanks." I stuttered and started walking again.
"It doesn't look THAT bad." Draco said, attempting to make me feel better. Sure, and I bet that's ALL he wanted from it, yeah, sure.
"How could someone cut my hair while I wasn't looking? And why the heck would someone want my hair?" I said and cringed.
"I dunno, don't ask me." Draco said and entered the library, holding the door open for me, or so I thought. He pushed the door on me and it hit my shoulder.
"SHIT!" I yelled as the librarian gave me an ugly look, "I mean, SHITAKE MUSHROOMS! I LOVE THOSE!" I quickly said and grabbed Draco by the forearm.
I could see that the librarian was on the verge of giving me detention so I quickly walked with Draco to a table, giving him my best death glare.
"You're evil." I said and punched him in the shoulder.
"You're not very dainty for a girl." He said mockingly and rubbed his bruised shoulder.
"No, are you SERIOUS?" I said sarcastically and went to the bookshelves.
I like reading, thank you very much. Sure, I'm not Hermione Granger, but I read. Muggle books fascinate me the most. Ok, so they don't have the moving pictures and they don't have a real narrator to read to you, but it actually is better that way. No pictures means you can picture the characters anyway you want, and, no voices means you can picture how they talk. I walked around the muggle section and found one of my favorite books; Willy Wonka and The Chocolate Factory.
I took it out of it's hiding on the shelf and proceeded to read. As words, characters, and places filled my head, I felt a warm air on my neck.
"It's rude to look over people's shoulders, Draco." I smirked, but didn't lift my eyes from the book.
"What's the book about?" He asked curiously.
"It's about a poor boy named Charlie and he lives with his two pair of grandparents and his mother and father. He finds a dollar on the ground one day and uses it to buy two chocolate bars. The company of the Chocolate, Willy Wonka, is throwing a contest. The first five people to find a golden ticket in the candy bar get to go inside the mysterious factory. Charlie finds a golden ticket in the chocolate bar and in the end, gets to be all happy and joyful." I ended and found Draco leaning his head on my shoulder.
"AHEM!" I coughed loudly at Draco.
"What? Can't a guy have a headrest? Geez. Anyway, the story sounds dumb." He said flatly, still resting his head on my shoulder. I let him lay his head on me; he was probably going to do something worse to me if I didn't.
"Why do you say that?" I asked turning my head towards his.
"Because, I mean, come on. Who reads about poor bums?" Draco sneered.
"You're so thick-skinned, you know that?" I said closing the hardcover book on his nose.
"SHIT..AKE MUSHROOMS!! I do love those! Right?! HEHE." Draco said out loud to the whole library in attempts to cover up the swearing.
"That's it!" The librarian yelled and power walked towards us. It was kinda scary seeing a 70-year-old woman power walk. Just frightening.
"We're really sorry. We just-." I started saying, but the cranky PMSing lady interrupted.
"NO EXCUSES! You will have detention Monday night with Professor Snape." She said and threw her hands up in the air and muttered something about 'mushrooms'.
"NOOOO!!" I yelled and fell to the floor as I grabbed her leg, "PLEASE! NOT SNAPE!"
"I'm fine with Professor Snape." Draco said calmly. Of course he doesn't mind, HE'S SNAPE'S LITTLE FERRET PET!
I gave him a glare of shock and anger as I let go of the librarian.
"See? HE doesn't mind! You should be ashamed of yourself!" The librarian scowled.
"She never is." Draco muttered loud enough for only me to hear.
"What are your names and houses?" The librarian asked looking for her glasses but couldn't find them and proceeded in taking out a piece of parchment and a quill.
An evil smirk appeared on my face.
"Slytherin. Pansy Parkinson." I said, trying my best not to laugh. I didn't have my robes on, so she couldn't figure out I wasn't a Slytherin.
Draco's eyes widened at me with shock, but grew smaller as he smirked.
"Gryffindor; Harry Potter." Draco said almost seriously. We gave each other a chuckle but stood serious.
"Right. Mr.Potter, I did expect better from you." The librarian said and walked back to her desk.
"I'm sorry, but since when did you get so *sexy*." Draco sneered as I looked at him in disbelief. I swear I had to push my eyes back in their socket when he said that.
"20 POINTS OF GRYFFINDOR FOR...er...RUDE AND INAPROPRIATE !" The librarian yelled.
I pushed Draco towards the exit, but of course, ferret boy couldn't keep his mouth shut.
"BYE SEXY!" He yelled for the whole library to hear.
"50 POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR!" She yelled once more, her voice getting hoarse.
"Oh, who's good?" Draco said and snickered as I walked out of the library, this time, I was the one slamming the door in his shoulder.
"SHIT!" Draco yelled but quickly ran out of the library, and I was laughing at him all the way.
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A/N: Yes, the cutting noise and hair thing has a purpose and the next or next-next chapter! ^_^ Thanks again to all my reviewers! YOU GUYS ROCK!!
"Roses?" I asked curiously at the pink bottle in the corner. I guess who ever had gone before me forgot to take out their conditioner. It smelled REALLY good, and I just couldn't help myself. I poured some of the creamy lotion in my hand and massaged it through my hair.
"Don't you try and tell me that he's not my type
To Hide what I feel inside
When he makes me weak with desire
I Know that I'm supposed to make him wait
Let him think I like the chase But I cant stop fanning the fire, I Know I meant
to say No
But he's irresistible
up close and personal
now inescapable
I can hardly breathe, more than just
physical deeper than spiritual
his ways are powerful
and irresistible to me"
I stopped singing in questioned what I was singing. What WAS I singing? Maybe I just heard it on the radio over the summer. But when I repeated the lyrics over and over, it somehow fit my life. I knew it did.
Then it hit me.
Was I singing about...Draco?
"AHHHH!" I screamed as I shook my head.
I heard the door open and someone walked in.
"What's a matter? What happened?" It was Sam.
"GAH! DO YOU MIND?" I yelled and wrapped the shower curtain around me.
"Er, SORRY! I didn't see anything, I swear!" Sam said as he started to back out of the bathroom and closed the door.
I decided that to eliminate any other "meetings", I'd get out of the shower now. I wrapped the fluffy blue towel (Ok, I know blue is Ravenclaw's color, but everything blue just is frightening) and dried myself off. I put on some black jeans and a blue t-shirt (AND THE T-SHIRT'S BLUE TOO!) and put my now dry hair in...you guessed it. A ponytail.
I wasn't hungry, so I decided to just go to the library. I dunno why I did, I just felt like it.
I walked to the library slowly and started dozing off. My eyes quickly opened as I heard a weird cutting sound. I turned around quickly, but saw no one. I started walking backwards, still looking at the spot where I had heard the sound. I shrugged and thought that maybe I was just hearing things. I sighed and turned around... right into something squishy. I fell down onto the hard cold stone and swore. I looked up and found Draco.
"Do you always stand around for no reason?" I sneered.
"Are you always this clumsy?" Draco said, paused, then said, "Oh yeah. You are."
"Shut-up and help me get up." I said and glared at him. I stuck out my hand, asking for help, and Draco pulled me up.
"Where are you headin'?" Draco asked.
"Why...STALKER?" I sneered.
"Maybe...I watch you when you sleep. Every night." Draco said without any hint of sarcasm, which made me cringe a little.
"Are you serious?" I asked, a little frightened at this point.
"No." He smirked and walked towards the library.
"How do you know I'm going to the library?" I asked.
"I didn't. Now I do, though." He said triumphantly. I growled and walked ahead of him.
Both of us started walking when he started to laugh.
"What's so funny? Finally see your face?" I mocked.
"Who cut your hair? Snape?" He said still laughing.
"What? What the hell are you talking about?" I asked, very confused on what was wrong with my hair.
Draco chuckled as he took my hair out of its ponytail.
"Hey! Don't touch the doo!" I joked as he pulled two inches thick of hair in front of my face. My jaw dropped.
"My...my hair." I said forgetting to breathe.
Someone had cut an inch of my chestnut brown hair. The worse part was that you could see the fault in my hair.
"Your hair smells good." Draco said getting high on my hair. He scares me.
"Uh...t-thanks." I stuttered and started walking again.
"It doesn't look THAT bad." Draco said, attempting to make me feel better. Sure, and I bet that's ALL he wanted from it, yeah, sure.
"How could someone cut my hair while I wasn't looking? And why the heck would someone want my hair?" I said and cringed.
"I dunno, don't ask me." Draco said and entered the library, holding the door open for me, or so I thought. He pushed the door on me and it hit my shoulder.
"SHIT!" I yelled as the librarian gave me an ugly look, "I mean, SHITAKE MUSHROOMS! I LOVE THOSE!" I quickly said and grabbed Draco by the forearm.
I could see that the librarian was on the verge of giving me detention so I quickly walked with Draco to a table, giving him my best death glare.
"You're evil." I said and punched him in the shoulder.
"You're not very dainty for a girl." He said mockingly and rubbed his bruised shoulder.
"No, are you SERIOUS?" I said sarcastically and went to the bookshelves.
I like reading, thank you very much. Sure, I'm not Hermione Granger, but I read. Muggle books fascinate me the most. Ok, so they don't have the moving pictures and they don't have a real narrator to read to you, but it actually is better that way. No pictures means you can picture the characters anyway you want, and, no voices means you can picture how they talk. I walked around the muggle section and found one of my favorite books; Willy Wonka and The Chocolate Factory.
I took it out of it's hiding on the shelf and proceeded to read. As words, characters, and places filled my head, I felt a warm air on my neck.
"It's rude to look over people's shoulders, Draco." I smirked, but didn't lift my eyes from the book.
"What's the book about?" He asked curiously.
"It's about a poor boy named Charlie and he lives with his two pair of grandparents and his mother and father. He finds a dollar on the ground one day and uses it to buy two chocolate bars. The company of the Chocolate, Willy Wonka, is throwing a contest. The first five people to find a golden ticket in the candy bar get to go inside the mysterious factory. Charlie finds a golden ticket in the chocolate bar and in the end, gets to be all happy and joyful." I ended and found Draco leaning his head on my shoulder.
"AHEM!" I coughed loudly at Draco.
"What? Can't a guy have a headrest? Geez. Anyway, the story sounds dumb." He said flatly, still resting his head on my shoulder. I let him lay his head on me; he was probably going to do something worse to me if I didn't.
"Why do you say that?" I asked turning my head towards his.
"Because, I mean, come on. Who reads about poor bums?" Draco sneered.
"You're so thick-skinned, you know that?" I said closing the hardcover book on his nose.
"SHIT..AKE MUSHROOMS!! I do love those! Right?! HEHE." Draco said out loud to the whole library in attempts to cover up the swearing.
"That's it!" The librarian yelled and power walked towards us. It was kinda scary seeing a 70-year-old woman power walk. Just frightening.
"We're really sorry. We just-." I started saying, but the cranky PMSing lady interrupted.
"NO EXCUSES! You will have detention Monday night with Professor Snape." She said and threw her hands up in the air and muttered something about 'mushrooms'.
"NOOOO!!" I yelled and fell to the floor as I grabbed her leg, "PLEASE! NOT SNAPE!"
"I'm fine with Professor Snape." Draco said calmly. Of course he doesn't mind, HE'S SNAPE'S LITTLE FERRET PET!
I gave him a glare of shock and anger as I let go of the librarian.
"See? HE doesn't mind! You should be ashamed of yourself!" The librarian scowled.
"She never is." Draco muttered loud enough for only me to hear.
"What are your names and houses?" The librarian asked looking for her glasses but couldn't find them and proceeded in taking out a piece of parchment and a quill.
An evil smirk appeared on my face.
"Slytherin. Pansy Parkinson." I said, trying my best not to laugh. I didn't have my robes on, so she couldn't figure out I wasn't a Slytherin.
Draco's eyes widened at me with shock, but grew smaller as he smirked.
"Gryffindor; Harry Potter." Draco said almost seriously. We gave each other a chuckle but stood serious.
"Right. Mr.Potter, I did expect better from you." The librarian said and walked back to her desk.
"I'm sorry, but since when did you get so *sexy*." Draco sneered as I looked at him in disbelief. I swear I had to push my eyes back in their socket when he said that.
"20 POINTS OF GRYFFINDOR FOR...er...RUDE AND INAPROPRIATE !" The librarian yelled.
I pushed Draco towards the exit, but of course, ferret boy couldn't keep his mouth shut.
"BYE SEXY!" He yelled for the whole library to hear.
"50 POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR!" She yelled once more, her voice getting hoarse.
"Oh, who's good?" Draco said and snickered as I walked out of the library, this time, I was the one slamming the door in his shoulder.
"SHIT!" Draco yelled but quickly ran out of the library, and I was laughing at him all the way.
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A/N: Yes, the cutting noise and hair thing has a purpose and the next or next-next chapter! ^_^ Thanks again to all my reviewers! YOU GUYS ROCK!!
