Chapter 3
The next morning, Fiore sat at the back of the library with her face hidden behind a book, on which she tried to concentrate on, but failed. She hated reading or just doing about anything that helped her be a good student.
"This must be the end of the world!" said Draco sarcastically as he sat down next to Fiore, wide-eyed.
"Mind your own business, Malfoy!" snapped Fiore, not taking her eyes off the book, which she hardly knew what was about, since she wasn't paying attention to what she was reading.
"Moody one, aren't you?" smirked Draco.
"Yeah I am, do you want to make something out of it?" snapped Fiore giving him a threatning look.
"No, thanks," replied Draco.
"Well, what're you waiting for?" said Fiore.
Draco frowned.
"Get out of here! I don't like being around ferrets, you know," said Fiore.
Draco chuckled, "too bad."
"I don't see anything bad in not liking to be around ferrets," frowned Fiore.
"Good. 'Cause you shouldn't know," smirked Draco as he walked away.
"Hey, don't try to act like me, you git!" shouted Fiore after him.
"SILENCE! No profanity in this library will be accepted!" shouted Professor McGonagall, who happened to be passing by.
"Sorry," muttered Fiore as she slammed the book shut and walked out of the library and rushed into the Prefects' Bathroom. That was her favorite bathroom, even though she wasn't a prefect. Fiore muttered the password and entered, but stood frozen on her first step inside when she saw Harry in the pool-sized tub.
Harry, who was humming a happy tune with his eyes closed and a smile across his face, didn't notice Fiore.
"Get out of here!" snapped Fiore.
"Huh?" frowned Harry as he opened his eyes. He turned at Fiore and jumped back. "What're you doing here?"
"Mind your own business, four-eyes and get out of my bathtub!" snapped Fiore, starting lose her patience.
"Your bathtub?" said Harry raising up an eyebrow.
"Um, yes!" said Fiore as if the answer was obvious. Suddenly she was pushed against the wall by a crowd of Gryffindor boys, most of them from the Quidditch team.
"Let's get this party started!" shouted one of them excitedly.
"Yeah!" shouted the others as they jumped into the pool-sized tub taking their robes off until they had nothing on but their trunks.
"Oooh, what's this?" said a blonde boy with brown eyes as he noticed Fiore, leaning against the wall.
"This is me, Fiore Gold. Get out of my bathroom right now, you bunch of Gryffindorks!" she snapped as she gave them threatning looks.
"Fiery one, are you, missy?" grinned a boy with dark brown hair and blue eyes.
"Just... get out!" shouted Fiore.
"Fiery and greedy. Why don't you join us? We don't mind sharing," smiled a boy with black hair and gray eyes. He looked a lot like Draco, just with darker hair. Fiore noticed this similarity.
"Well, I do mind sharing, now get out!" she shouted. Her patience was an inch away from being completely gone.
"Sorry I'm late," said a boy as he entered the bathroom shirtless. "What did I miss?" he said as he jumped inside.
Fiore recognized him immediately as Ron.
"We have company," smiled the blonde boy with brown eyes.
"Uh, no you don't. Get out!" snapped Fiore.
"Fiore?" frowned Ron. "I didn't know you were a prefect."
"Good. 'Cause I really don't see how that's any of your business!" shouted Fiore.
"Sorry," muttered Ron.
"You know this babe?" asked the boy with black hair and gray eyes.
"Watch the way you refer to me, you git," snapped Fiore as she took out her wand threatningly.
"All right, all right, sorry," he muttered.
"You gits aren't even prefects, so get out of here!" shouted Fiore.
"Neither are you," said the boy with brown hair and blue eyes.
"No, but I'm a Slytherin, which gives me the right to be here, unlike you Gryffindorks," she said angrily.
"Well, no wonder she's fiery! She's a Slytherin! You don't find girls like that in Gryffindor," said a brunette boy.
"That's it! You either get out of here or I'll be forced to make you get out of here!" said Fiore.
Suddenly she was pushed against the wall one more time by another crowd of boys, that stopped dead in their tracks as they saw the Gryffindor boys in the tub.
"What're you Gryffindorks doing here?" shouted one of them angrily.
"Hey, now, that's my term!" snapped Fiore, giving a threatning look at the boy.
"Oh, sorry, Fiore," said the boy.
"And you've also stolen one of our best looking--" started a boy with black hair and brown eyes.
"Babes?" interrupted Fiore.
"Exactly," smiled the boy.
"That one's going to cost you!" said Fiore as she pointed her wand at the boy threatningly.
"Whoa, whoa, now, calm down, Fiore," said Draco as he pushed her arm down gently.
"Don't touch me, Malfoy," muttered Fiore angrily. "What are you people doing here anyways?! First is the Gryffindorks, now the Slytherins too! What do you think this place is? Some kind of Muggle Discotec or something? This is my bathroom, my bathtub, and my property and right now, you're tresspassing, so I suggest you leave before I am forced to put an unforgivable curse on all of you!"
"Whoa," muttered the Gryffindors as they stared at Fiore wide-eyed and started walking out of the bathroom.
Once they were all gone, the Slytherins burst into applause.
"And who said you could stay? Get out of here! You too!" shouted Fiore.
The Slytherin's happy expressions turned disappointed as they started muttering and walking out of the bathroom.
"What did you do that for?!" gasped a girl as she floated up in the air with an angry expression.
"And who are you supposed to be?" asked Fiore; an annoyed tone in her voice.
"I'm Myrtle! And you just scared the best-looking boys from two houses!" she growled. "It's not everyday that they come here, and not notice I'm here so I can spy on them, and now you've ruined my chance!"
"Big deal, now get out," muttered Fiore.
"Therefore, I am not giving you the pleasure of being in here. In other words, I am not leaving!" said Myrtle in a final tone as she crossed her arms.
"Oh brother, I give up," muttered Fiore as she walked out of the bathroom.
The next morning, Fiore sat at the back of the library with her face hidden behind a book, on which she tried to concentrate on, but failed. She hated reading or just doing about anything that helped her be a good student.
"This must be the end of the world!" said Draco sarcastically as he sat down next to Fiore, wide-eyed.
"Mind your own business, Malfoy!" snapped Fiore, not taking her eyes off the book, which she hardly knew what was about, since she wasn't paying attention to what she was reading.
"Moody one, aren't you?" smirked Draco.
"Yeah I am, do you want to make something out of it?" snapped Fiore giving him a threatning look.
"No, thanks," replied Draco.
"Well, what're you waiting for?" said Fiore.
Draco frowned.
"Get out of here! I don't like being around ferrets, you know," said Fiore.
Draco chuckled, "too bad."
"I don't see anything bad in not liking to be around ferrets," frowned Fiore.
"Good. 'Cause you shouldn't know," smirked Draco as he walked away.
"Hey, don't try to act like me, you git!" shouted Fiore after him.
"SILENCE! No profanity in this library will be accepted!" shouted Professor McGonagall, who happened to be passing by.
"Sorry," muttered Fiore as she slammed the book shut and walked out of the library and rushed into the Prefects' Bathroom. That was her favorite bathroom, even though she wasn't a prefect. Fiore muttered the password and entered, but stood frozen on her first step inside when she saw Harry in the pool-sized tub.
Harry, who was humming a happy tune with his eyes closed and a smile across his face, didn't notice Fiore.
"Get out of here!" snapped Fiore.
"Huh?" frowned Harry as he opened his eyes. He turned at Fiore and jumped back. "What're you doing here?"
"Mind your own business, four-eyes and get out of my bathtub!" snapped Fiore, starting lose her patience.
"Your bathtub?" said Harry raising up an eyebrow.
"Um, yes!" said Fiore as if the answer was obvious. Suddenly she was pushed against the wall by a crowd of Gryffindor boys, most of them from the Quidditch team.
"Let's get this party started!" shouted one of them excitedly.
"Yeah!" shouted the others as they jumped into the pool-sized tub taking their robes off until they had nothing on but their trunks.
"Oooh, what's this?" said a blonde boy with brown eyes as he noticed Fiore, leaning against the wall.
"This is me, Fiore Gold. Get out of my bathroom right now, you bunch of Gryffindorks!" she snapped as she gave them threatning looks.
"Fiery one, are you, missy?" grinned a boy with dark brown hair and blue eyes.
"Just... get out!" shouted Fiore.
"Fiery and greedy. Why don't you join us? We don't mind sharing," smiled a boy with black hair and gray eyes. He looked a lot like Draco, just with darker hair. Fiore noticed this similarity.
"Well, I do mind sharing, now get out!" she shouted. Her patience was an inch away from being completely gone.
"Sorry I'm late," said a boy as he entered the bathroom shirtless. "What did I miss?" he said as he jumped inside.
Fiore recognized him immediately as Ron.
"We have company," smiled the blonde boy with brown eyes.
"Uh, no you don't. Get out!" snapped Fiore.
"Fiore?" frowned Ron. "I didn't know you were a prefect."
"Good. 'Cause I really don't see how that's any of your business!" shouted Fiore.
"Sorry," muttered Ron.
"You know this babe?" asked the boy with black hair and gray eyes.
"Watch the way you refer to me, you git," snapped Fiore as she took out her wand threatningly.
"All right, all right, sorry," he muttered.
"You gits aren't even prefects, so get out of here!" shouted Fiore.
"Neither are you," said the boy with brown hair and blue eyes.
"No, but I'm a Slytherin, which gives me the right to be here, unlike you Gryffindorks," she said angrily.
"Well, no wonder she's fiery! She's a Slytherin! You don't find girls like that in Gryffindor," said a brunette boy.
"That's it! You either get out of here or I'll be forced to make you get out of here!" said Fiore.
Suddenly she was pushed against the wall one more time by another crowd of boys, that stopped dead in their tracks as they saw the Gryffindor boys in the tub.
"What're you Gryffindorks doing here?" shouted one of them angrily.
"Hey, now, that's my term!" snapped Fiore, giving a threatning look at the boy.
"Oh, sorry, Fiore," said the boy.
"And you've also stolen one of our best looking--" started a boy with black hair and brown eyes.
"Babes?" interrupted Fiore.
"Exactly," smiled the boy.
"That one's going to cost you!" said Fiore as she pointed her wand at the boy threatningly.
"Whoa, whoa, now, calm down, Fiore," said Draco as he pushed her arm down gently.
"Don't touch me, Malfoy," muttered Fiore angrily. "What are you people doing here anyways?! First is the Gryffindorks, now the Slytherins too! What do you think this place is? Some kind of Muggle Discotec or something? This is my bathroom, my bathtub, and my property and right now, you're tresspassing, so I suggest you leave before I am forced to put an unforgivable curse on all of you!"
"Whoa," muttered the Gryffindors as they stared at Fiore wide-eyed and started walking out of the bathroom.
Once they were all gone, the Slytherins burst into applause.
"And who said you could stay? Get out of here! You too!" shouted Fiore.
The Slytherin's happy expressions turned disappointed as they started muttering and walking out of the bathroom.
"What did you do that for?!" gasped a girl as she floated up in the air with an angry expression.
"And who are you supposed to be?" asked Fiore; an annoyed tone in her voice.
"I'm Myrtle! And you just scared the best-looking boys from two houses!" she growled. "It's not everyday that they come here, and not notice I'm here so I can spy on them, and now you've ruined my chance!"
"Big deal, now get out," muttered Fiore.
"Therefore, I am not giving you the pleasure of being in here. In other words, I am not leaving!" said Myrtle in a final tone as she crossed her arms.
"Oh brother, I give up," muttered Fiore as she walked out of the bathroom.
