DISCLAIMER: I own none of J.K. Rowling's fabulous characters. If I did, I
would die a happy girl.
Katie sat, twiddling her thumbs in the dank, dark dungeons of the potions classroom. She was counting down the very seconds until she was free. At last the bell, shrilly chiming in all of its glory, sounded and she rushed out of the dungeon and into the sunlight.
She strolled leisurely down the corridor, chatting happily with Alicia about the upcoming Quidditch match against Slytherin, when a drawling voice caught her attention.
"Oi, Bell!" Katie turned to face Draco Malfoy, who was leaning against the wall and sneering superiorly at her.
"What is it Malfoy," she asked impatiently. "Come to deliver some kind of idle threat about the match on Friday?"
"No, not threats, just a bit of advice," he replied nonchalantly.
Katie rolled her eyes at the blonde haired boy. "The day I take advice from you, Malfoy, will be the day that both of your flunkies create a cure for cancer, get girlfriends, and manage to pass an exam with full marks!" she retorted, eyeing Crabbe and Goyle, who's eyes were narrowed angrily at her.
"All right Bell, suit yourself. All I was suggesting was that, if you want to win, simply dump Scarhead, the Weasel clones, and that cow that you're with," he gestured toward Alicia, "And you might just have a winning team," he said coolly. "But, probably not," he added as a sinister afterthought.
Katie felt her cheeks burning and her fists clenching. "Listen you piece of Slytherin filth," she spat, an odd ringing beginning in her ears, "If you ever insult my team again, I'll feed your arse to the birds, understood?"
He didn't reply, but merely smirked at her. The silence between the pair was deafening, and Katie couldn't help but squirm under his practiced glare.
"As a matter of face," she continued, more to fill the silence than anything else, "I'd stake Gryffindor against Slytherin any day."
"I'm sure you would," Draco replied, looking almost bored.
Katie glared at him, frustrated beyond reason at his detached manor. "I would bet." she paused and looked around, desperate for something, anything that would entice his curiosity enough to respond. "I would bet myself.er.my services for a.uh.a week!" she finished weakly, knowing full well that it had come off sounding unsure.
He cocked a brow at her. "Services?" he asked with a smirk, "Are you some kind of prostitute now?"
Katie growled irritably at him. "You know what I meant," she snarled, crossing her arms.
"I do. You'll be my servant, if you will, for a week, should Slytherin beat Gryffindor in the upcoming match?" Katie nodded at him and he grinned. "Care to make it official, Bell? Or was this just another of the pointless Gryffindor attempts at bravery?"
"Katie, come on, let's just go to dinner. You don't have to do this," Alicia piped from beside her. Katie was almost startled to hear her speak. She had forgotten that Alicia was even standing there. But, to the remark, she paid no heed.
"It's official, Malfoy. If.excuse me.when Gryffindor wins, you will tell every single individual in this school what a great slimy prat you are. And, if by some miracle, Slytherin should win, I will do whatever you'd like me to for a week. Do we have a deal?" she asked, her eyes locked on his.
He extended a hand to her, grinning in a way most unpleasant. "We have a deal."
"Katie, no!" Alicia cried as she reached out to take his hand in agreement. But the deal was done. She had clasped his hand in hers, and that was that. The two exchanged superior smirks, each daring the other to back out of the challenge, wondering what was going on inside the other's head. Finally, they let go of one another and went their separate ways.
"Katie, I can't believe you would do a thing like that! I thought you had more sense!" Alicia exclaimed once they were out of earshot of Malfoy and his cronies.
"Oh sod off, 'Licia, I know what I'm doing," Katie replied, much more harshly than she had intended. Had she been looking at Alicia that very moment, she would have seen the anger on her best friend's face flicker to that of shock and hurt before quickly resuming the mask of reproach that it had held moments before. But, she didn't, for she was too focused on the fact that she wanted that victory more than anything. And Katie Bell always got what she wanted.
Katie sat, twiddling her thumbs in the dank, dark dungeons of the potions classroom. She was counting down the very seconds until she was free. At last the bell, shrilly chiming in all of its glory, sounded and she rushed out of the dungeon and into the sunlight.
She strolled leisurely down the corridor, chatting happily with Alicia about the upcoming Quidditch match against Slytherin, when a drawling voice caught her attention.
"Oi, Bell!" Katie turned to face Draco Malfoy, who was leaning against the wall and sneering superiorly at her.
"What is it Malfoy," she asked impatiently. "Come to deliver some kind of idle threat about the match on Friday?"
"No, not threats, just a bit of advice," he replied nonchalantly.
Katie rolled her eyes at the blonde haired boy. "The day I take advice from you, Malfoy, will be the day that both of your flunkies create a cure for cancer, get girlfriends, and manage to pass an exam with full marks!" she retorted, eyeing Crabbe and Goyle, who's eyes were narrowed angrily at her.
"All right Bell, suit yourself. All I was suggesting was that, if you want to win, simply dump Scarhead, the Weasel clones, and that cow that you're with," he gestured toward Alicia, "And you might just have a winning team," he said coolly. "But, probably not," he added as a sinister afterthought.
Katie felt her cheeks burning and her fists clenching. "Listen you piece of Slytherin filth," she spat, an odd ringing beginning in her ears, "If you ever insult my team again, I'll feed your arse to the birds, understood?"
He didn't reply, but merely smirked at her. The silence between the pair was deafening, and Katie couldn't help but squirm under his practiced glare.
"As a matter of face," she continued, more to fill the silence than anything else, "I'd stake Gryffindor against Slytherin any day."
"I'm sure you would," Draco replied, looking almost bored.
Katie glared at him, frustrated beyond reason at his detached manor. "I would bet." she paused and looked around, desperate for something, anything that would entice his curiosity enough to respond. "I would bet myself.er.my services for a.uh.a week!" she finished weakly, knowing full well that it had come off sounding unsure.
He cocked a brow at her. "Services?" he asked with a smirk, "Are you some kind of prostitute now?"
Katie growled irritably at him. "You know what I meant," she snarled, crossing her arms.
"I do. You'll be my servant, if you will, for a week, should Slytherin beat Gryffindor in the upcoming match?" Katie nodded at him and he grinned. "Care to make it official, Bell? Or was this just another of the pointless Gryffindor attempts at bravery?"
"Katie, come on, let's just go to dinner. You don't have to do this," Alicia piped from beside her. Katie was almost startled to hear her speak. She had forgotten that Alicia was even standing there. But, to the remark, she paid no heed.
"It's official, Malfoy. If.excuse me.when Gryffindor wins, you will tell every single individual in this school what a great slimy prat you are. And, if by some miracle, Slytherin should win, I will do whatever you'd like me to for a week. Do we have a deal?" she asked, her eyes locked on his.
He extended a hand to her, grinning in a way most unpleasant. "We have a deal."
"Katie, no!" Alicia cried as she reached out to take his hand in agreement. But the deal was done. She had clasped his hand in hers, and that was that. The two exchanged superior smirks, each daring the other to back out of the challenge, wondering what was going on inside the other's head. Finally, they let go of one another and went their separate ways.
"Katie, I can't believe you would do a thing like that! I thought you had more sense!" Alicia exclaimed once they were out of earshot of Malfoy and his cronies.
"Oh sod off, 'Licia, I know what I'm doing," Katie replied, much more harshly than she had intended. Had she been looking at Alicia that very moment, she would have seen the anger on her best friend's face flicker to that of shock and hurt before quickly resuming the mask of reproach that it had held moments before. But, she didn't, for she was too focused on the fact that she wanted that victory more than anything. And Katie Bell always got what she wanted.