"Just Because I'm Different."
** Disclaimer: Yeah, we all know I'm not J.K. Rowling, okay, okay. Therefore it only goes to say that I do not own Harry Potter, or any thing else from his world. Well with the exception of Rachel Lestrange. She's mine.
Chapter 3: Miffed
Rachel entered the compartment full of disgust, but wearing a very bored look on her face. She walked over and sat in her seat between Draco and Vince (Crabbe). Pansy, Blaise, and Greg (Goyle) were in the compartment too.
"So Rachel, what's with the hair?" Pansy asked, clearly miffed that she couldn't be the one sitting next to Draco.
But before Rachel could retort, Draco did, "She wants to look like a Weasley." He told Pansy, grinning at her and putting an arm around Rachel.
Rachel thought about how she was surrounded, and by whom before she said, "Of course not, I just happen to think red is more of my color."
"So where was I?" Draco asked, adjusting himself so that his arm would be more comfortable around Rachel. She found herself wishing that she was back with the angry Harry Potter, rather than with the 'friendly' Draco Malfoy. She also found herself wishing that she and Draco didn't have to hide their hostilities. She moved in a little closer to him and watched Pansy try to restrain herself from whipping her wand out and cursing Rachel into oblivion (a/n: ha, ha, Becca!) Rachel knew that it was wrong to enjoy taunting Pansy, but it was just too much fun to resist. At heart, Rachel knew that she was, sadly, a true Slytherin. She listened as Draco bragged about how he'd hexed some Gryffindor third-year. Then how he'd turned around and blamed it on the poor girl's boyfriend. Then he'd given the boy a detention, and left the two alone to fight.
Luckily for Rachel the ride was almost over, so Rachel hadn't gotten around to contemplating the worst suicides yet. She'd only gotten around to the one where she locked herself in a closet, disassembled a hanger, and slit her wrist (about the fourth one that she'd thought of; when the train finally came to a stop.
Pansy went off to find some of her other friends; she was followed by Blaise, who was wearing a slightly hungry look, the one that he always wore when talking to pretty single girls.
Draco and Rachel made their way to one of the "horseless" carriages, followed closely by Vince and Greg. Once they got inside Draco looked at her. "I thought you were going to do something about that hair!" He hissed.
"No I wasn't. You simply told me to. It's not like I made any promises." She gave him a look that clearly said "I win".
"Well you WILL do something about it tonight! I will not have it known that I am dating someone who looks like a ruddy Weasley!"
"I like it."
"Well, I don't. And if you don't do anything about it, I will!"
"FINE!"
"FINE!"
And with that, they spent the remainder of their trip to the castle in silence; sitting on opposite ends of the carriage.
Okay, I think I'll leave you with that. I hope you liked it. Sorry that it's so short. I was kind of in a hurry to post it. I don't know why. Not many people hove read this, at least that's how it would seem. So if you read this. Please tell me, I feel ignored.
** Disclaimer: Yeah, we all know I'm not J.K. Rowling, okay, okay. Therefore it only goes to say that I do not own Harry Potter, or any thing else from his world. Well with the exception of Rachel Lestrange. She's mine.
Chapter 3: Miffed
Rachel entered the compartment full of disgust, but wearing a very bored look on her face. She walked over and sat in her seat between Draco and Vince (Crabbe). Pansy, Blaise, and Greg (Goyle) were in the compartment too.
"So Rachel, what's with the hair?" Pansy asked, clearly miffed that she couldn't be the one sitting next to Draco.
But before Rachel could retort, Draco did, "She wants to look like a Weasley." He told Pansy, grinning at her and putting an arm around Rachel.
Rachel thought about how she was surrounded, and by whom before she said, "Of course not, I just happen to think red is more of my color."
"So where was I?" Draco asked, adjusting himself so that his arm would be more comfortable around Rachel. She found herself wishing that she was back with the angry Harry Potter, rather than with the 'friendly' Draco Malfoy. She also found herself wishing that she and Draco didn't have to hide their hostilities. She moved in a little closer to him and watched Pansy try to restrain herself from whipping her wand out and cursing Rachel into oblivion (a/n: ha, ha, Becca!) Rachel knew that it was wrong to enjoy taunting Pansy, but it was just too much fun to resist. At heart, Rachel knew that she was, sadly, a true Slytherin. She listened as Draco bragged about how he'd hexed some Gryffindor third-year. Then how he'd turned around and blamed it on the poor girl's boyfriend. Then he'd given the boy a detention, and left the two alone to fight.
Luckily for Rachel the ride was almost over, so Rachel hadn't gotten around to contemplating the worst suicides yet. She'd only gotten around to the one where she locked herself in a closet, disassembled a hanger, and slit her wrist (about the fourth one that she'd thought of; when the train finally came to a stop.
Pansy went off to find some of her other friends; she was followed by Blaise, who was wearing a slightly hungry look, the one that he always wore when talking to pretty single girls.
Draco and Rachel made their way to one of the "horseless" carriages, followed closely by Vince and Greg. Once they got inside Draco looked at her. "I thought you were going to do something about that hair!" He hissed.
"No I wasn't. You simply told me to. It's not like I made any promises." She gave him a look that clearly said "I win".
"Well you WILL do something about it tonight! I will not have it known that I am dating someone who looks like a ruddy Weasley!"
"I like it."
"Well, I don't. And if you don't do anything about it, I will!"
"FINE!"
"FINE!"
And with that, they spent the remainder of their trip to the castle in silence; sitting on opposite ends of the carriage.
Okay, I think I'll leave you with that. I hope you liked it. Sorry that it's so short. I was kind of in a hurry to post it. I don't know why. Not many people hove read this, at least that's how it would seem. So if you read this. Please tell me, I feel ignored.