Softer
A/N: Er..I don't know the schedules for the Slytherins or Gryffindors so please just go along with it or tell me the schedules??? That is, if they have them.. Oh yeah! A little reminder to you all that I take some stuff out of the book to fit it in with the story, and I don't like doing disclaimers because it's hard enough thinking up something to put in the author's note, let alone putting the summary in every single chapter....
Summary: Harry has been separated from his sister at a young age. What happens when they meet again in his second year? And finds out that she's living with the Malfoys?
Chapter 3: Lockhart and Quidditch
Defense Against the Dark Arts wasn't as exciting as Jenna had hoped. She decided to go to the library later on so she could catch up on what she was missing at Durmstrang. As soon as she entered the room, she knew that Lockhart wouldn't be much of a teacher. The walls were covered with pictures and posters of Gilderoy Lockhart!
When the class started, he reached forward and picked up Neville Longbottom's copy of iTravels with Trolls/i, and held it up to show his own, winking portrait on the front.
"Me," he said, pointing at it and winking as well. "Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defense League, and five time winner of iWitch Weekly's/i Most-Charming-Smile Award---but I don't talk about that. I didn't get rid of the Bandon Banshee by smiling at her!"
Jenna could feel Draco glaring at her back from behind her, so she turned around to face him.
He immediately lowered his eyes and glared at his desk.
"I'll never understand you," she said.
Lockhart continued speaking, not seeming to notice that over half the class wasn't paying attention.
"I see you've all bought a complete set of my books---well done..."
"And I'll never understand you either," Draco said flatly. "You---er--- seemed so happy at Durmstrang all last year from what you said in your letters, but---er--- you suddenly sink into a depression during the summer." He said, thinking up anything he could say to her.
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"I don't know."
Jenna shook her head.
"You never cared about blood or money before Hogwarts. Ever since you came back, that's the only thing you've been complaining about, acting like you're superior to everyone in the world."
Draco scowled.
"Not to mention the way you described how the Gryffindors acted when Harry was sorted." She then recited a part of a letter he had written, "'iPerfect Potter! The only reason everyone likes him is because he has a foul scar!/i' I could just imagine you saying that with the funny face you always have around Dobby."
Before Draco could retort to her criticism, Professor Lockhart dropped a quiz on his desk and Jenna's as well.
"You have thirty minutes---start---now!"
Jenna looked down at her paper and read:
iWhat is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color?/i
iWhat is Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition?/i
iWhat, in your opinion, is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement to date?/i
4...5...6.. On and on it went, over three sides of paper, right down to:
54. iWhen is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday, and what would his ideal
gift be?/i
Half an hour later, Lockhart collected the papers and rifled through them in front of the class.
"Tut, tut---hardly and of you remembered that my favorite color is lilac. I say so in iYear with the Yeti/i. And a few of you need to read iWandering with Werewolves/i more carefully---I clearly state in chapter twelve that my ideal birthday gift would be harmony between all magic and non-magic peoples---" Draco gave a forced cough at this "--- though I wouldn't say no to a large bottle of Ogden's Old Firewhiskey!" He continued on looking through the papers. "...but Miss Hermione Granger knew my secret ambition is to rid the world of evil..."
He continued to praise Hermione and awarded Gryffindor ten points. Next, Lockhart took out a large, covered cage and put it on his desk. He then explained what not to do that might provoke the creatures inside the cage and that the students will be safe. He finally took off the cover to reveal- --
"Freshly caught Cornish Pixies." He said.
He opened the cage and the pixies flew out, destructing everything in the room.
Not long after, half the class was hidden under desks.
"Peskipiksi Pesternomi!" bellowed Lockhart.
Nothing happened.
Jenna looked around the room, horrified at the place. She hit a pixie away with a book as it came at her.
"Hermione!" She called.
"What?" came a muffled, frantic reply.
"Do you know the gathering charm?"
"That's a good idea!" She stood up and waved her wand at the pixies, muttering a spell.
Suddenly the pixies were thrown back into the cage by an invisible force. Harry quickly closed the cage.
"Of course I knew that would work ahead of time," Lockhart said, as if he cast the spell himself. "But I wanted to see if one of you would think of it."
"Sure you did..." Jenna heard Draco mumble under his breath.
The class exited the classroom and went their separate ways. Before Jenna could head toward the Great Hall, a sharp voice made her jump.
"What do you mean I make a funny face around Dobby?!" said Draco.
She immediately turned around to face him.
"Don't do that!" She said irritably.
"What do you mean a ifunny face/i?"
"iEveryone/i makes a funny face."
"Not me!" Draco said in annoyance.
"Forget it, Draco," and she hurriedly went off.
~~~
As time passed, Jenna started a friendship with Hermione and Ron. Harry often asked questions about the Malfoys and what horrible things they've done to her, but she never gave a straight answer. She'd say things like "Oh, I...I do a lot of cleaning."
Many of the Gryffindors pitied her. Some of them even asked her "How can a nice girl like you end up in Slytherin?" or "How can you survive with the Malfoys and stay so sweet?" The Gryffindors absolutely loved her, but the Slytherins did not. "Hey, Potty-washer! You've got dung stuck in your hair!" Even though Jenna's actually well-dressed and clean (only because Lucius Malfoy doesn't want people to think he can't afford the best), the Slytherins knew how she was treated in the manor and loved taunting her. But no one dared insult her when Draco was around.
But one of the most awkward situations was when Draco and the trio would talk behind each other's backs and ask her opinion. "Perfect Potter, ugly Weasley, and Mudblood Granger!" Draco would often say. "They think they're so perfect! Don't you agree, Jenna?" while Ron, Hermione, and Harry would say things about Draco being conceited and prejudice.
One Saturday morning, Jenna, Hermione, and Ron went out to the Quidditch Field to watch Harry practice. They waited for a long time before the mass of scarlet robes walked onto the field.
"Aren't you finished yet" called Ron incredulously.
"Haven't even started," Harry replied.
Jenna watched as the team flew around the field and couldn't help but notice Oliver Wood looking a little cautious whenever he glanced at her.
"I don't think Wood thinks it's safe to practice with me here," she said.
"Hm? Why?" said Ron.
"I'm a Slytherin, remember? It's only logical to think I can't be trusted."
Then they heard a strange clicking noise coming from behind them. They turned around to see a small first year taking pictures of the Quidditch players flying.
"Who's he?" asked Jenna.
"A Gryffindor," replied Ron. "'Already asked for Harry's autograph."
Both Hermione and Jenna laughed at this.
"What's going on?" said the first year boy as the Quidditch players landed.
They got off the stands and walked toward the Gryffindor Quidditch team and a mass of green as well.
"I'm surprised no one's updated to vacuum cleaners yet," she muttered to Hermione as they made their way toward the Quidditch teams.
She snorted, causing Ron to stare. Jenna continued on.
"But then they would have a limited space to fly around, I mean, the plug can only stretch so far..."
"Stop it Jenna," Hermione laughed. "I'll collapse before we even reach Harry!"
"Even better," Jenna said, "one of those small portable vacuum cleaners with batteries."
Hermione giggled as they reached the Quidditch teams.
"What's happening?" Ron asked Harry. "Why aren't you playing? And what's ihe/i doing here?"
He was looking at Draco, taking in his Slytherin Quidditch robes.
"I'm the new Slytherin Seeker, Weasley," replied Draco, smugly. "Everyone's just been admiring the brooms my father bought our team."
'Ah, so that's the reason he bought extra brooms,' Jenna thought.
"Good, aren't they?" said Draco smoothly. "But perhaps the Gryffindor team will be able to raise some gold to get new brooms, too. You could raffle off those Cleansweep Fives; I expect a museum would bid for them."
The Slytherin team howled with laughter.
'Exactly my point when I say vacuum cleaners!' thought Jenna.
"At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to ibuy/i their way in," said Hermione sharply. "iThey/i got in on pure talent."
"Ouch," Jenna muttered.
The smug look on Draco's face flickered.
"No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood," he spat.
"I knew he was gonna say that," Jenna sighed. "I'm out." And she made to walk past the Slytherins back to the castle but Draco grabbed the back of her robes, holding her back. "I...don't want to get involved with this."
Ron plunged his hand into his robes, pulled out his wand, yelling, "You'll pay for that one, Malfoy!" and pointed it furiously under Flint's arm at Draco.
A loud bang echoed around the stadium and a jet of green light shout out of the wrong end of Ron's wand, hitting him in the stomach and sending him reeling backward onto the grass.
"Ron! Ron! Are you all right?" squealed Hermione.
Ron opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead he gave an almighty belch and several slugs dribbled out of his mouth onto his lap.
Jenna groaned at the disgusting sight.
"Yuck, that's gross..."
Harry and Hermione carried him towards Hagrid's cabin and the rest of the Gryffindors were forced to retreat because their Seeker was no longer there to practice with them.
A/N: What did you think???? I am sooo weird...I wrote out the entire story and yet, I change everything when I type it out....Well, anyway, you know the rule! R+R at least once for every chapter and I'll update!
A/N: Er..I don't know the schedules for the Slytherins or Gryffindors so please just go along with it or tell me the schedules??? That is, if they have them.. Oh yeah! A little reminder to you all that I take some stuff out of the book to fit it in with the story, and I don't like doing disclaimers because it's hard enough thinking up something to put in the author's note, let alone putting the summary in every single chapter....
Summary: Harry has been separated from his sister at a young age. What happens when they meet again in his second year? And finds out that she's living with the Malfoys?
Chapter 3: Lockhart and Quidditch
Defense Against the Dark Arts wasn't as exciting as Jenna had hoped. She decided to go to the library later on so she could catch up on what she was missing at Durmstrang. As soon as she entered the room, she knew that Lockhart wouldn't be much of a teacher. The walls were covered with pictures and posters of Gilderoy Lockhart!
When the class started, he reached forward and picked up Neville Longbottom's copy of iTravels with Trolls/i, and held it up to show his own, winking portrait on the front.
"Me," he said, pointing at it and winking as well. "Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defense League, and five time winner of iWitch Weekly's/i Most-Charming-Smile Award---but I don't talk about that. I didn't get rid of the Bandon Banshee by smiling at her!"
Jenna could feel Draco glaring at her back from behind her, so she turned around to face him.
He immediately lowered his eyes and glared at his desk.
"I'll never understand you," she said.
Lockhart continued speaking, not seeming to notice that over half the class wasn't paying attention.
"I see you've all bought a complete set of my books---well done..."
"And I'll never understand you either," Draco said flatly. "You---er--- seemed so happy at Durmstrang all last year from what you said in your letters, but---er--- you suddenly sink into a depression during the summer." He said, thinking up anything he could say to her.
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"I don't know."
Jenna shook her head.
"You never cared about blood or money before Hogwarts. Ever since you came back, that's the only thing you've been complaining about, acting like you're superior to everyone in the world."
Draco scowled.
"Not to mention the way you described how the Gryffindors acted when Harry was sorted." She then recited a part of a letter he had written, "'iPerfect Potter! The only reason everyone likes him is because he has a foul scar!/i' I could just imagine you saying that with the funny face you always have around Dobby."
Before Draco could retort to her criticism, Professor Lockhart dropped a quiz on his desk and Jenna's as well.
"You have thirty minutes---start---now!"
Jenna looked down at her paper and read:
iWhat is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color?/i
iWhat is Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition?/i
iWhat, in your opinion, is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement to date?/i
4...5...6.. On and on it went, over three sides of paper, right down to:
54. iWhen is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday, and what would his ideal
gift be?/i
Half an hour later, Lockhart collected the papers and rifled through them in front of the class.
"Tut, tut---hardly and of you remembered that my favorite color is lilac. I say so in iYear with the Yeti/i. And a few of you need to read iWandering with Werewolves/i more carefully---I clearly state in chapter twelve that my ideal birthday gift would be harmony between all magic and non-magic peoples---" Draco gave a forced cough at this "--- though I wouldn't say no to a large bottle of Ogden's Old Firewhiskey!" He continued on looking through the papers. "...but Miss Hermione Granger knew my secret ambition is to rid the world of evil..."
He continued to praise Hermione and awarded Gryffindor ten points. Next, Lockhart took out a large, covered cage and put it on his desk. He then explained what not to do that might provoke the creatures inside the cage and that the students will be safe. He finally took off the cover to reveal- --
"Freshly caught Cornish Pixies." He said.
He opened the cage and the pixies flew out, destructing everything in the room.
Not long after, half the class was hidden under desks.
"Peskipiksi Pesternomi!" bellowed Lockhart.
Nothing happened.
Jenna looked around the room, horrified at the place. She hit a pixie away with a book as it came at her.
"Hermione!" She called.
"What?" came a muffled, frantic reply.
"Do you know the gathering charm?"
"That's a good idea!" She stood up and waved her wand at the pixies, muttering a spell.
Suddenly the pixies were thrown back into the cage by an invisible force. Harry quickly closed the cage.
"Of course I knew that would work ahead of time," Lockhart said, as if he cast the spell himself. "But I wanted to see if one of you would think of it."
"Sure you did..." Jenna heard Draco mumble under his breath.
The class exited the classroom and went their separate ways. Before Jenna could head toward the Great Hall, a sharp voice made her jump.
"What do you mean I make a funny face around Dobby?!" said Draco.
She immediately turned around to face him.
"Don't do that!" She said irritably.
"What do you mean a ifunny face/i?"
"iEveryone/i makes a funny face."
"Not me!" Draco said in annoyance.
"Forget it, Draco," and she hurriedly went off.
~~~
As time passed, Jenna started a friendship with Hermione and Ron. Harry often asked questions about the Malfoys and what horrible things they've done to her, but she never gave a straight answer. She'd say things like "Oh, I...I do a lot of cleaning."
Many of the Gryffindors pitied her. Some of them even asked her "How can a nice girl like you end up in Slytherin?" or "How can you survive with the Malfoys and stay so sweet?" The Gryffindors absolutely loved her, but the Slytherins did not. "Hey, Potty-washer! You've got dung stuck in your hair!" Even though Jenna's actually well-dressed and clean (only because Lucius Malfoy doesn't want people to think he can't afford the best), the Slytherins knew how she was treated in the manor and loved taunting her. But no one dared insult her when Draco was around.
But one of the most awkward situations was when Draco and the trio would talk behind each other's backs and ask her opinion. "Perfect Potter, ugly Weasley, and Mudblood Granger!" Draco would often say. "They think they're so perfect! Don't you agree, Jenna?" while Ron, Hermione, and Harry would say things about Draco being conceited and prejudice.
One Saturday morning, Jenna, Hermione, and Ron went out to the Quidditch Field to watch Harry practice. They waited for a long time before the mass of scarlet robes walked onto the field.
"Aren't you finished yet" called Ron incredulously.
"Haven't even started," Harry replied.
Jenna watched as the team flew around the field and couldn't help but notice Oliver Wood looking a little cautious whenever he glanced at her.
"I don't think Wood thinks it's safe to practice with me here," she said.
"Hm? Why?" said Ron.
"I'm a Slytherin, remember? It's only logical to think I can't be trusted."
Then they heard a strange clicking noise coming from behind them. They turned around to see a small first year taking pictures of the Quidditch players flying.
"Who's he?" asked Jenna.
"A Gryffindor," replied Ron. "'Already asked for Harry's autograph."
Both Hermione and Jenna laughed at this.
"What's going on?" said the first year boy as the Quidditch players landed.
They got off the stands and walked toward the Gryffindor Quidditch team and a mass of green as well.
"I'm surprised no one's updated to vacuum cleaners yet," she muttered to Hermione as they made their way toward the Quidditch teams.
She snorted, causing Ron to stare. Jenna continued on.
"But then they would have a limited space to fly around, I mean, the plug can only stretch so far..."
"Stop it Jenna," Hermione laughed. "I'll collapse before we even reach Harry!"
"Even better," Jenna said, "one of those small portable vacuum cleaners with batteries."
Hermione giggled as they reached the Quidditch teams.
"What's happening?" Ron asked Harry. "Why aren't you playing? And what's ihe/i doing here?"
He was looking at Draco, taking in his Slytherin Quidditch robes.
"I'm the new Slytherin Seeker, Weasley," replied Draco, smugly. "Everyone's just been admiring the brooms my father bought our team."
'Ah, so that's the reason he bought extra brooms,' Jenna thought.
"Good, aren't they?" said Draco smoothly. "But perhaps the Gryffindor team will be able to raise some gold to get new brooms, too. You could raffle off those Cleansweep Fives; I expect a museum would bid for them."
The Slytherin team howled with laughter.
'Exactly my point when I say vacuum cleaners!' thought Jenna.
"At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to ibuy/i their way in," said Hermione sharply. "iThey/i got in on pure talent."
"Ouch," Jenna muttered.
The smug look on Draco's face flickered.
"No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood," he spat.
"I knew he was gonna say that," Jenna sighed. "I'm out." And she made to walk past the Slytherins back to the castle but Draco grabbed the back of her robes, holding her back. "I...don't want to get involved with this."
Ron plunged his hand into his robes, pulled out his wand, yelling, "You'll pay for that one, Malfoy!" and pointed it furiously under Flint's arm at Draco.
A loud bang echoed around the stadium and a jet of green light shout out of the wrong end of Ron's wand, hitting him in the stomach and sending him reeling backward onto the grass.
"Ron! Ron! Are you all right?" squealed Hermione.
Ron opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead he gave an almighty belch and several slugs dribbled out of his mouth onto his lap.
Jenna groaned at the disgusting sight.
"Yuck, that's gross..."
Harry and Hermione carried him towards Hagrid's cabin and the rest of the Gryffindors were forced to retreat because their Seeker was no longer there to practice with them.
A/N: What did you think???? I am sooo weird...I wrote out the entire story and yet, I change everything when I type it out....Well, anyway, you know the rule! R+R at least once for every chapter and I'll update!
