Fatal Attraction
Disclaimer: This morning, in a desperate attempt to be neat, I took an
inventory of everything I owned. I read the list over and over again so
many times I can recite the items on it from top to bottom and bottom to
top from memory. But nope, no Harry Potter Copyright there. So I guess that
means it still belongs to J.K Rowling. Again, HERS. Not MINE. Got it? Good.
A/N: I was thinking about the last chapter I wrote, and I arrived at the conclusion that it's pretty pointless. Don't you think so? Anyway, I hope this chapter will make more sense. So...here goes nothing!
Chapter 3: Advanced DADA and Detention
Alyssa suppressed a groan as she walked into the Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom on Friday afternoon. She had started to dread the lessons with that horrible toad, Professor Umbridge. She sat down behind the only vacant table, beside Draco Malfoy, careful to look the other way.
"Alyssa." He hissed in a low voice. Alyssa sighed. She had been wondering how long she would be able to put off this little talk since the evening they had that conversation hovering forty feet above the Quidditch Pitch.
He made you miss the sunset, said a little voice. She blinked and shook her head. Of all silly thoughts..
"Listen." Draco ran his fingers through his ash blond hair, pushing them out of his face. "I.." He tried again. "I want to apologize for whatever I said that night. It's just that-"
"Good afternoon, class!" Professor Umbridge trilled in her annoying high- pitched voice, interrupting Draco. The class muttered a greeting.
"This is our first Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Professor Dumbledore has, against the better judgment of the Ministry, ah, FORCEFULLY requested that you be allowed to do practical work." The students cheered and took out their wands.
"Wands away, now." Professor Umbridge said, smiling wider. Hermione's hand shot up.
"Yes, Miss Granger?"
"Excuse me, Professor, but how are we to do practical work without our wands?"
The students murmured in agreement.
Professor Umbridge smiled so widely that Alyssa wondered whether the two ends of her mouth would be able to meet at the back of her head.
"You will use these instead." She flicked her wand carelessly at them and a trimmed twig appeared on each of their tables.
"A twig?" Alyssa muttered in disgust.
"You will use these twigs as wands and say the incantations, after which I will describe the effects. Today we will study the Patronus charm. Altogether, now.."
"This is ridiculous!" Cut in Alyssa loudly. Her pendent, which was normally pale blue, darkened.
Professor Umbridge glanced at Alyssa. "And your name is..?"
"Alyssa Reyner."
Surprise, anger and finally-Draco was surprised to see it-a look of utmost loathing crossed Professor Umbridge's pudgy face. She walked over to Alyssa's table to face Alyssa, who had stood up. She had to crane her neck to look at Alyssa, but she still managed to look intimidating.
"Question my teaching methods, will you?" She said in a dangerously soft voice. Draco watched closely. He had never seen Professor Umbridge so furious before, and what Alyssa had said was not unusually provocative.
"I was simply voicing my opinions." Alyssa did not seem scared.
"Five points from Gryffindor." Professor Umbridge seethed. "You're just like your mother, girl. Thinking she was far superior to the me and the other faithful workers in the Ministry just because she helped to catch a few Death Eaters."
"Don't talk about my mother." Alyssa's voice was low. Her aura swirled in the pendent and became black.
This should be interesting, mused Draco.
"Obnoxious, trying to influence the Minister and get her own way." Professor Umbridge paused. Alyssa was shaking with anger. "Met her own sticky end, Amanda did." There was a mad glint in Professor Umbridge's eyes. Draco strongly suspected there was some bad blood between her and Alyssa's parents. The whole class was deathly quiet now, staring at Professor Umbridge and Alyssa.
Suddenly, a long piece of chalk levitated and slammed into the blackboard with such force it disintegrated into a fine dust. Professor whipped around to look at the chalk, then turned back to Alyssa. "Did you mean to make the chalk do that?" Her voice shook.
"No," said Alyssa. Her voice was low, calm and cold. Her eyes never left Umbridge's beady ones. "I meant to make YOU do that."
Her voice shook too but the difference, decided Draco, was that Professor Umbridge's voice shook with fear and Alyssa's, with anger.
Professor Umbridge backed away from Alyssa. "Fifty points from Gryffindor and detention in my office! Tonight!"
The bell rang and she hurried from the room. The rest of the students packed their bags and left, whispering and glancing at Alyssa, who had sank back down into her chair and buried her face in her hands. Draco stayed where he was.
"What happened to your mother?" He asked.
Alyssa looked up, brushing her ebony hair away from her face, her eyes sparkling with tears of anger and sadness.
"She was killed by a Death Eater when I was twelve." She looked straight ahead.
"Who was it?" Draco felt a sinking feeling in his stomach as the words left his mouth.
She looked at him. "Lucius Malfoy." (A/N: *gasp*)
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Alyssa laid down her quill and stared at the clock hanging over the fireplace. It was almost time for her detention with Professor Umbridge. She was in the common room (A/N: The common room she shares with Draco, Hermione & Padma, you doofus!) finishing her essay on the Potion of Nightmares, which they would be making during the next Advanced Potions class. (A/N: *hint*)
She cleared away her quills, ink and parchment. Shouldering her bag, she walked over to the shimmering wall. "Professor Umbridge's office!" She stepped through the wall and found herself in front of the office door. She exhaled and walked in.
"Ah, Alyssa." Professor Umbridge smiled, showing her tiny pointed teeth. Harry Potter was standing in front of her. "You and Harry can do your detentions together." She sounded like she was giving them a big treat. "Harry, you know what to do. Alyssa, you'll write 'I will show proper respect for my teachers' a hundred times." Alyssa wondered why Harry raised his eyebrows. "Harry will tell you what to do. He's rather" her smile widened. "Experienced."
She followed Harry to a table where two black quills with exceptionally sharp edges rested on two pieces of blank parchment and was just about to sit down when Professor Umbridge said, "No, no, change places."
She met Harry's eyes silently. Why did it matter where they sat if the quills were the same? They obediently did as she said.
Alyssa picked up the black quill in front of her, then turned to Harry, meaning to ask him where the ink was. She watched, horrified, as Harry wrote 'I will not tell lies' with red ink that glistened strangely. The same words appeared on the back of his hand and healed almost at once. Sickened, she turned and began to write.
Alyssa grimaced as she felt a sharp pain on her arm. She tried to ignore it, glancing at her arm after the first sentence. The cuts did not heal. She raised her head and met Harry's gaze mutely. Professor Umbridge had given her a defective quill on purpose. That was why she was so fussy about where they sat. She lowered her gaze and continued to write, biting her lip to refrain from giving Professor Umbridge the pleasure of hearing her cry out in pain.
*+*+*+*
"It's you." Alyssa stopped and leant against the wall wearily. Detention had just ended and she was returning to the common room. The cuts on her arm stubbornly refused to heal, and she had exhausted her extensive range of healing charms to no avail. The words, carved on her arm in her neat handwriting, continued to bleed freely, soaking the sleeve of her robes.
The voice belonged to Pansy Parkinson, the Slytherin Prefect who had been pawing Draco on the start-of-term feast.
"You stole my Drakey from me." Pansy Parkinson walked towards her, wand raised. Alyssa rolled her eyes. How absurd could the girl get?
"You can have your darling Draco because, believe me, I certainly don't want him." Her arm throbbed and the loss of blood made her giddy. The last thing she wanted to do now was argue. Especially about Draco Malfoy.
"You stole him from me." Pansy repeated. There was something weird about her tone. Alyssa looked up. Her eyes were glinting madly. "You vixen, you! Do you think you can just waltz into Hogwarts and steal my boyfriend? He was actually starting to like me! But you, you had to come and spoil things for us! Expelliarmus!"
Alyssa's wand flew into the air and landed ten feet away. With the charm on her necklace binding her telekinetic powers and her wand hopelessly out of reach, she was defenseless.
Pansy started walking towards her slowly. Alyssa backed up, pressing herself against the wall. There was something not quite right about the way Pansy was acting. And her voice-it was oddly high-pitched and girlish-oddly like..
"Professor Umbridge," she whispered.
"Give him back to me! I am the one who truly loves him! He loves me too, but you have blinded him with your seductive ways!"
"seductive ways?" Alyssa would have laughed if the situation was not so serious. "I hardly even talk to him!"
Pansy wasn't listening. "I saw the two of you on your broomsticks the other day. You were so intimate!"
"Wait-"
"BITCH!!!" screamed Pansy. (A/N: That's where the PG-13 comes in) "Crucio!"
Alyssa collapsed on the cold stone floor, gasping for breath as pain shot through her body. She felt as though the blood flowing in her veins had turned into liquid fire, coursing through her entire body. Her vision swam as wave after wave of pain swept over her body mercilously.
"Finite Incantatem!" a jet of golden light shot out of nowhere, knocking Pansy's wand away. Alyssa heard footsteps running towards them, then the whole world went black.
*+*+*+*
A/N: Ooh.that was a pretty eventful chapter, wasn't it? I might have written more, but my dinner awaits me. Fare thee well, my dear readers! And please do remember to review!
Thanks for my last few reviews, even though one of it was a flame. Anyway, I don't mind, flames are fine, just the fact that somebody actually read this fic makes me really happy.
Replies:
Nihtfyr: Thanks for your review, and seeing that I've read my entire Lord Of The Rings Collection at least five times, I flatter myself that I know Rivendell was created by Elrond, thank you very much. But may I please remind you that this is FANFICTION. Which means we can write whatever we want. Lots of fics have cross-overs, or didn't you notice? If you went all over the place flaming people just because they used names from other books, TV shows, movies or whatever, I assure you you'll be very busy. When I say pretty or well-developed, it does not necessarily mean her chest area or anything. That was what YOU said, not ME. Besides, having the pathetic life I have, I think that if I want to exaggerate about her a little more I can, can't I? Besides, it's my story. So if I want to make her drop dead right now I can too. And Dumbledore gave her the jewel because the charm to bind her powers and prevent her from using it is in the silver chain, and I would think it's quite stupid if someone just wears a fine silver chain with nothing else. Lastly, if any of my fics were realistic, I wouldn't bother posting my silly stories on fanfiction. I would publish a book and get filthy rich. So before you flame me, though I appreciate your suggestions, please remember that I'm not some fantastic author of some award-winning book, I'm just a pathetic girl with a pathetic life and pathetic story ideas. Oh and one more thing..Telekinesis is believed to really exist. If you believe in stories like LOTR & Harry Potter, why don't you believe in telekinesis, which is believed not to be a phenomenon, but something electro-chemical in nature. Before you bury your nose in your LOTR books again, I suggest you read something more substantial to back up your claims.
A/N: I was thinking about the last chapter I wrote, and I arrived at the conclusion that it's pretty pointless. Don't you think so? Anyway, I hope this chapter will make more sense. So...here goes nothing!
Chapter 3: Advanced DADA and Detention
Alyssa suppressed a groan as she walked into the Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom on Friday afternoon. She had started to dread the lessons with that horrible toad, Professor Umbridge. She sat down behind the only vacant table, beside Draco Malfoy, careful to look the other way.
"Alyssa." He hissed in a low voice. Alyssa sighed. She had been wondering how long she would be able to put off this little talk since the evening they had that conversation hovering forty feet above the Quidditch Pitch.
He made you miss the sunset, said a little voice. She blinked and shook her head. Of all silly thoughts..
"Listen." Draco ran his fingers through his ash blond hair, pushing them out of his face. "I.." He tried again. "I want to apologize for whatever I said that night. It's just that-"
"Good afternoon, class!" Professor Umbridge trilled in her annoying high- pitched voice, interrupting Draco. The class muttered a greeting.
"This is our first Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Professor Dumbledore has, against the better judgment of the Ministry, ah, FORCEFULLY requested that you be allowed to do practical work." The students cheered and took out their wands.
"Wands away, now." Professor Umbridge said, smiling wider. Hermione's hand shot up.
"Yes, Miss Granger?"
"Excuse me, Professor, but how are we to do practical work without our wands?"
The students murmured in agreement.
Professor Umbridge smiled so widely that Alyssa wondered whether the two ends of her mouth would be able to meet at the back of her head.
"You will use these instead." She flicked her wand carelessly at them and a trimmed twig appeared on each of their tables.
"A twig?" Alyssa muttered in disgust.
"You will use these twigs as wands and say the incantations, after which I will describe the effects. Today we will study the Patronus charm. Altogether, now.."
"This is ridiculous!" Cut in Alyssa loudly. Her pendent, which was normally pale blue, darkened.
Professor Umbridge glanced at Alyssa. "And your name is..?"
"Alyssa Reyner."
Surprise, anger and finally-Draco was surprised to see it-a look of utmost loathing crossed Professor Umbridge's pudgy face. She walked over to Alyssa's table to face Alyssa, who had stood up. She had to crane her neck to look at Alyssa, but she still managed to look intimidating.
"Question my teaching methods, will you?" She said in a dangerously soft voice. Draco watched closely. He had never seen Professor Umbridge so furious before, and what Alyssa had said was not unusually provocative.
"I was simply voicing my opinions." Alyssa did not seem scared.
"Five points from Gryffindor." Professor Umbridge seethed. "You're just like your mother, girl. Thinking she was far superior to the me and the other faithful workers in the Ministry just because she helped to catch a few Death Eaters."
"Don't talk about my mother." Alyssa's voice was low. Her aura swirled in the pendent and became black.
This should be interesting, mused Draco.
"Obnoxious, trying to influence the Minister and get her own way." Professor Umbridge paused. Alyssa was shaking with anger. "Met her own sticky end, Amanda did." There was a mad glint in Professor Umbridge's eyes. Draco strongly suspected there was some bad blood between her and Alyssa's parents. The whole class was deathly quiet now, staring at Professor Umbridge and Alyssa.
Suddenly, a long piece of chalk levitated and slammed into the blackboard with such force it disintegrated into a fine dust. Professor whipped around to look at the chalk, then turned back to Alyssa. "Did you mean to make the chalk do that?" Her voice shook.
"No," said Alyssa. Her voice was low, calm and cold. Her eyes never left Umbridge's beady ones. "I meant to make YOU do that."
Her voice shook too but the difference, decided Draco, was that Professor Umbridge's voice shook with fear and Alyssa's, with anger.
Professor Umbridge backed away from Alyssa. "Fifty points from Gryffindor and detention in my office! Tonight!"
The bell rang and she hurried from the room. The rest of the students packed their bags and left, whispering and glancing at Alyssa, who had sank back down into her chair and buried her face in her hands. Draco stayed where he was.
"What happened to your mother?" He asked.
Alyssa looked up, brushing her ebony hair away from her face, her eyes sparkling with tears of anger and sadness.
"She was killed by a Death Eater when I was twelve." She looked straight ahead.
"Who was it?" Draco felt a sinking feeling in his stomach as the words left his mouth.
She looked at him. "Lucius Malfoy." (A/N: *gasp*)
*+*+*+*
Alyssa laid down her quill and stared at the clock hanging over the fireplace. It was almost time for her detention with Professor Umbridge. She was in the common room (A/N: The common room she shares with Draco, Hermione & Padma, you doofus!) finishing her essay on the Potion of Nightmares, which they would be making during the next Advanced Potions class. (A/N: *hint*)
She cleared away her quills, ink and parchment. Shouldering her bag, she walked over to the shimmering wall. "Professor Umbridge's office!" She stepped through the wall and found herself in front of the office door. She exhaled and walked in.
"Ah, Alyssa." Professor Umbridge smiled, showing her tiny pointed teeth. Harry Potter was standing in front of her. "You and Harry can do your detentions together." She sounded like she was giving them a big treat. "Harry, you know what to do. Alyssa, you'll write 'I will show proper respect for my teachers' a hundred times." Alyssa wondered why Harry raised his eyebrows. "Harry will tell you what to do. He's rather" her smile widened. "Experienced."
She followed Harry to a table where two black quills with exceptionally sharp edges rested on two pieces of blank parchment and was just about to sit down when Professor Umbridge said, "No, no, change places."
She met Harry's eyes silently. Why did it matter where they sat if the quills were the same? They obediently did as she said.
Alyssa picked up the black quill in front of her, then turned to Harry, meaning to ask him where the ink was. She watched, horrified, as Harry wrote 'I will not tell lies' with red ink that glistened strangely. The same words appeared on the back of his hand and healed almost at once. Sickened, she turned and began to write.
Alyssa grimaced as she felt a sharp pain on her arm. She tried to ignore it, glancing at her arm after the first sentence. The cuts did not heal. She raised her head and met Harry's gaze mutely. Professor Umbridge had given her a defective quill on purpose. That was why she was so fussy about where they sat. She lowered her gaze and continued to write, biting her lip to refrain from giving Professor Umbridge the pleasure of hearing her cry out in pain.
*+*+*+*
"It's you." Alyssa stopped and leant against the wall wearily. Detention had just ended and she was returning to the common room. The cuts on her arm stubbornly refused to heal, and she had exhausted her extensive range of healing charms to no avail. The words, carved on her arm in her neat handwriting, continued to bleed freely, soaking the sleeve of her robes.
The voice belonged to Pansy Parkinson, the Slytherin Prefect who had been pawing Draco on the start-of-term feast.
"You stole my Drakey from me." Pansy Parkinson walked towards her, wand raised. Alyssa rolled her eyes. How absurd could the girl get?
"You can have your darling Draco because, believe me, I certainly don't want him." Her arm throbbed and the loss of blood made her giddy. The last thing she wanted to do now was argue. Especially about Draco Malfoy.
"You stole him from me." Pansy repeated. There was something weird about her tone. Alyssa looked up. Her eyes were glinting madly. "You vixen, you! Do you think you can just waltz into Hogwarts and steal my boyfriend? He was actually starting to like me! But you, you had to come and spoil things for us! Expelliarmus!"
Alyssa's wand flew into the air and landed ten feet away. With the charm on her necklace binding her telekinetic powers and her wand hopelessly out of reach, she was defenseless.
Pansy started walking towards her slowly. Alyssa backed up, pressing herself against the wall. There was something not quite right about the way Pansy was acting. And her voice-it was oddly high-pitched and girlish-oddly like..
"Professor Umbridge," she whispered.
"Give him back to me! I am the one who truly loves him! He loves me too, but you have blinded him with your seductive ways!"
"seductive ways?" Alyssa would have laughed if the situation was not so serious. "I hardly even talk to him!"
Pansy wasn't listening. "I saw the two of you on your broomsticks the other day. You were so intimate!"
"Wait-"
"BITCH!!!" screamed Pansy. (A/N: That's where the PG-13 comes in) "Crucio!"
Alyssa collapsed on the cold stone floor, gasping for breath as pain shot through her body. She felt as though the blood flowing in her veins had turned into liquid fire, coursing through her entire body. Her vision swam as wave after wave of pain swept over her body mercilously.
"Finite Incantatem!" a jet of golden light shot out of nowhere, knocking Pansy's wand away. Alyssa heard footsteps running towards them, then the whole world went black.
*+*+*+*
A/N: Ooh.that was a pretty eventful chapter, wasn't it? I might have written more, but my dinner awaits me. Fare thee well, my dear readers! And please do remember to review!
Thanks for my last few reviews, even though one of it was a flame. Anyway, I don't mind, flames are fine, just the fact that somebody actually read this fic makes me really happy.
Replies:
Nihtfyr: Thanks for your review, and seeing that I've read my entire Lord Of The Rings Collection at least five times, I flatter myself that I know Rivendell was created by Elrond, thank you very much. But may I please remind you that this is FANFICTION. Which means we can write whatever we want. Lots of fics have cross-overs, or didn't you notice? If you went all over the place flaming people just because they used names from other books, TV shows, movies or whatever, I assure you you'll be very busy. When I say pretty or well-developed, it does not necessarily mean her chest area or anything. That was what YOU said, not ME. Besides, having the pathetic life I have, I think that if I want to exaggerate about her a little more I can, can't I? Besides, it's my story. So if I want to make her drop dead right now I can too. And Dumbledore gave her the jewel because the charm to bind her powers and prevent her from using it is in the silver chain, and I would think it's quite stupid if someone just wears a fine silver chain with nothing else. Lastly, if any of my fics were realistic, I wouldn't bother posting my silly stories on fanfiction. I would publish a book and get filthy rich. So before you flame me, though I appreciate your suggestions, please remember that I'm not some fantastic author of some award-winning book, I'm just a pathetic girl with a pathetic life and pathetic story ideas. Oh and one more thing..Telekinesis is believed to really exist. If you believe in stories like LOTR & Harry Potter, why don't you believe in telekinesis, which is believed not to be a phenomenon, but something electro-chemical in nature. Before you bury your nose in your LOTR books again, I suggest you read something more substantial to back up your claims.