Chapter 5: Soo Tired
Well Draco got his revenge in a matter of speaking. I could make commands twisted, like the soda and food thing. But I can't really make anything out of simple commands like sit and stand.
So that's what Malfoy did. He said sit and stand to me in an empty class room for about an hour. But I did it with out a sweat. My grandpa taught me martial arts as a child so this was a piece of cake compared to the training I've been through.
Finally Malfoy realized that his so called punishment wasn't working. Took him long enough. I mean honestly, that hair gel of his must be leaking into his head that's filled with air.
For dinner he had me make 20 pizzas. He instructed me to do everything the muggle way, no magic formula, charm, or anything that has to do with the magical world. Bad idea, not including the fact I'm soo evil when I want to be. Fred and George helped me out. We added jalapeƱo peppers and other spicy things into it. The trick was it couldn't be visible.
I brought them up using magic. I plopped them in front of Malfoy.
"Took you long enough. I'm famished," Malfoy sneered.
I met up with the others at the table. Fred, George, and I told the others at the table about our plan.
All the Slytherins dug in after they thanked bouncing ferret boy. One bite and they were all screaming. I watched as Malfoy fought the swarm of crazy students for a pitcher of water.
The stupid boy was chugging the water. It was obvious he didn't know if you drank water the spiciness gets into your throat.
Everyone was laughing except the Slytherins. Finally Snape made a potion curing them of the spiciness. How sad, he didn't need to go through all that trouble. They only needed something with a lot of taste, like a sauce of some type.
As I was laughing with the others a voice chilling to the bone reached my ear.
"Nice prank, how old are you five?" Malfoy hissed mockingly.
"I'm older than you by a few months. But then again you failed math. Besides that wasn't exactly a prank," I said with simple ease.
"Not exactly?"
He raised his left eyebrow.
"Yes. How long did it take you to figure that out? A century?"
He glared at me. I just gave him a sweet smile my eyes laughing mischievously.
"Anyway it wasn't exactly a prank," my voice became serious, "I'm getting even. So if you keep me as your slave I will make your life miserable. So free me of this or else," I became louder and louder with every word.
He smirked, "Is that the reason?"
He began to laugh.
I wasn't going down easily. I stood up and grabbed him by his ear.
"Care to laugh any more," I snapped.
I noticed professor McGonagall making a move to stop us but Professor Dumbledore stopped her.
"Release me!"
My hand automatically let go. I was infuriated. I sat back down fuming.
"Never do that again," he hissed.
"You mean until this week is over," I corrected him.
My eyes watered as my anger turned into pain. I jumped up and ran to the girl's restroom. It turned out to be moaning Myrtle's bathroom. She drifted into my stall and moaned loudly.
"What?" I snapped.
She just kept staring back at me.
"Quit staring!"
I refused to show my face for it was tear stricken. I wiped the tears away. I looked past the glasses to see her eyes twinkling.
"Get out of this stall!"
When she refused to move I went out of the stall and washed my face. When I was done I didn't want anyone to know I was crying so I took off my robe which was drenched in tear marks.
When I walked out I ran right into Malfoy. He looked at me from head to toe. What was I wearing? A white collared T-shirt that wasn't tight, but it wasn't loose either; and black hip huggers with the words Devil's Advocate. Ferret boy was checking me out and I wasn't happy about it.
"Get out of the way," I snapped pushing him aside. I ran up to Gryffindor tower before he could say another word.
He chased after me. Luck was on my side though. I got to Gryffindor tower before he could catch up.
I gasped the password and dashed in. I rushed into the bedroom I shared with the other girls. I opened my trunk and closed it again. I repeated the process a few times. Finally it reviled a staircase and my private room. I jumped in and laid on the soft, feather bed with a silver comforter.
I was soo tired of running away every time I saw Malfoy. I was soo tired of everything. I was tired, just soo tired. So I spent the night in my bedroom and the next morning I skipped breakfast.
So instead I opened a book but decided I didn't want to read. I turned on the muggle object called a TV or something like that but nothing good was on.
So I ended up lying there. I didn't mind missing the first class I had. It was History of Magic, the most boring class in the world. It's not like I learn anything there anyway. I learn more out of a book than that old ghost. And amazingly the books are a ton more interesting than listening to that old man drone on and on.
I walked into the connected room where me gym was. I pick up my favorite sword. I felt unworthy to hold it some how. I was strong on the outside yet on the inside I was weak. So I placed it back in the wall.
I wandered back into the bedroom and drifted off to sleep.
Well Draco got his revenge in a matter of speaking. I could make commands twisted, like the soda and food thing. But I can't really make anything out of simple commands like sit and stand.
So that's what Malfoy did. He said sit and stand to me in an empty class room for about an hour. But I did it with out a sweat. My grandpa taught me martial arts as a child so this was a piece of cake compared to the training I've been through.
Finally Malfoy realized that his so called punishment wasn't working. Took him long enough. I mean honestly, that hair gel of his must be leaking into his head that's filled with air.
For dinner he had me make 20 pizzas. He instructed me to do everything the muggle way, no magic formula, charm, or anything that has to do with the magical world. Bad idea, not including the fact I'm soo evil when I want to be. Fred and George helped me out. We added jalapeƱo peppers and other spicy things into it. The trick was it couldn't be visible.
I brought them up using magic. I plopped them in front of Malfoy.
"Took you long enough. I'm famished," Malfoy sneered.
I met up with the others at the table. Fred, George, and I told the others at the table about our plan.
All the Slytherins dug in after they thanked bouncing ferret boy. One bite and they were all screaming. I watched as Malfoy fought the swarm of crazy students for a pitcher of water.
The stupid boy was chugging the water. It was obvious he didn't know if you drank water the spiciness gets into your throat.
Everyone was laughing except the Slytherins. Finally Snape made a potion curing them of the spiciness. How sad, he didn't need to go through all that trouble. They only needed something with a lot of taste, like a sauce of some type.
As I was laughing with the others a voice chilling to the bone reached my ear.
"Nice prank, how old are you five?" Malfoy hissed mockingly.
"I'm older than you by a few months. But then again you failed math. Besides that wasn't exactly a prank," I said with simple ease.
"Not exactly?"
He raised his left eyebrow.
"Yes. How long did it take you to figure that out? A century?"
He glared at me. I just gave him a sweet smile my eyes laughing mischievously.
"Anyway it wasn't exactly a prank," my voice became serious, "I'm getting even. So if you keep me as your slave I will make your life miserable. So free me of this or else," I became louder and louder with every word.
He smirked, "Is that the reason?"
He began to laugh.
I wasn't going down easily. I stood up and grabbed him by his ear.
"Care to laugh any more," I snapped.
I noticed professor McGonagall making a move to stop us but Professor Dumbledore stopped her.
"Release me!"
My hand automatically let go. I was infuriated. I sat back down fuming.
"Never do that again," he hissed.
"You mean until this week is over," I corrected him.
My eyes watered as my anger turned into pain. I jumped up and ran to the girl's restroom. It turned out to be moaning Myrtle's bathroom. She drifted into my stall and moaned loudly.
"What?" I snapped.
She just kept staring back at me.
"Quit staring!"
I refused to show my face for it was tear stricken. I wiped the tears away. I looked past the glasses to see her eyes twinkling.
"Get out of this stall!"
When she refused to move I went out of the stall and washed my face. When I was done I didn't want anyone to know I was crying so I took off my robe which was drenched in tear marks.
When I walked out I ran right into Malfoy. He looked at me from head to toe. What was I wearing? A white collared T-shirt that wasn't tight, but it wasn't loose either; and black hip huggers with the words Devil's Advocate. Ferret boy was checking me out and I wasn't happy about it.
"Get out of the way," I snapped pushing him aside. I ran up to Gryffindor tower before he could say another word.
He chased after me. Luck was on my side though. I got to Gryffindor tower before he could catch up.
I gasped the password and dashed in. I rushed into the bedroom I shared with the other girls. I opened my trunk and closed it again. I repeated the process a few times. Finally it reviled a staircase and my private room. I jumped in and laid on the soft, feather bed with a silver comforter.
I was soo tired of running away every time I saw Malfoy. I was soo tired of everything. I was tired, just soo tired. So I spent the night in my bedroom and the next morning I skipped breakfast.
So instead I opened a book but decided I didn't want to read. I turned on the muggle object called a TV or something like that but nothing good was on.
So I ended up lying there. I didn't mind missing the first class I had. It was History of Magic, the most boring class in the world. It's not like I learn anything there anyway. I learn more out of a book than that old ghost. And amazingly the books are a ton more interesting than listening to that old man drone on and on.
I walked into the connected room where me gym was. I pick up my favorite sword. I felt unworthy to hold it some how. I was strong on the outside yet on the inside I was weak. So I placed it back in the wall.
I wandered back into the bedroom and drifted off to sleep.
