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"Katie, you have to come out of there eventually," Angelina called from the locker room.
"No I don't!" Katie called back. She knew that she was being childish, but she didn't care. It seemed that the last of her manic resolve had run off of her with the last of the shower water. Seeing that she had nothing to do but get dressed and face what was to come, she had decided to sit with a towel wrapped around her and brood in the showers for all of eternity.
"C'mon Katie," Fred said jovially, striding into the showers. "Much as I love seeing you nearly naked, the sight rather loses its appeal after the first hour or so."
Katie scowled at him. "Quiet you. I'm getting dressed. I promise," she added the last part to Angelina, who was looking as though she couldn't take much of more of Katie's stubbornness. At long last, she got dressed and walked out the door and up to the castle. She stepped wearily across the threshold into the castle and into the Great Hall. She wearily plopped into the seat next to Alicia, who was still fixing her with a worried gaze.
"Katie, are you all right? What if he calls?" she asked anxiously, glancing over at the Slytherin table.
Katie shrugged, staring numbly at her plate. "I'll just go fetch his bloomers from atop the 'Katie Bell is the slave to a slimy git,' shrine that I've created for myself, won't I?" she replied.
She knew it was only a matter of time before he would call for her. It was only a matter of time before-
"Oi, Bell!" Katie cringed at the sound of her name, and stood up.
"Come on, Bell," she mumbled to herself as she ambled toward the Slytherin table, "You got yourself into this. It's only a week, only a week."
"Took you long enough, Bell," Malfoy chided as she reached the table, "Have a seat."
Katie stared at the seat, wrinkling her nose at it as she would a pile of rancid meat, or worse, celery. "Er. . .here?" she asked lamely.
He rolled his eyes, "Yes, here, Bell. Now sit," he retorted impatiently.
She sighed and took her seat between Malfoy, and a red headed girl that was staring at her almost interestedly. Across from them was a pasty girl that was fixing her with a murderous glare.
"Draco, why is she here?" the pasty brunette asked, her glare changing to a simpering pout the moment she said his name.
Before Katie could react, he had roughly seized her hand and placed it on the table, being sure to smirk at the girl the entire time. "Pansy, this is Be-Katie," he corrected himself, "She's a new friend of mine," he added; shifting his gaze to his hand on the table, still clasping Katie's on the table.
If Katie had thought that Pansy's glare was vicious before, she had clearly been wrong, for the stare that the skinny, pug-faced girl fixed her with now could have melted ice, but Malfoy wasn't through yet.
"Katie, tell them about us," Malfoy continued, running his thumb across the back of her palm
Don't take up for him, tell them that you hate him, Katie raged inside her own head, but the glare on Pansy's face brought a smirk to her face.
"Oh, what is there to say?" she asked slowly, her voice dripping like honey, "He's just so vicious, and so handsome," she continued, fueled by Pansy's mounting fury. "And best of all, he knows how to give me exactly what I want," she added, a pause between each of her last words.
Pansy's gaze turned once more to Malfoy. "Draco, please, tell me it isn't true," she pleaded.
Before Malfoy could fire off a clever retort, Katie had spoken up for him. "Sorry, Pansy. I'm afraid that it's true. Malfoy has stolen my heart," she cooed, leaning her head on his shoulder. He reached his free hand around and stroked her cheek, his eyes still locked on Pansy.
Pansy just stood there for a moment or two, trembling with what looked to be an odd mix of fury and shock. Then, she turned on her heel and ran out of the Great Hall, the smallest of sobs escaping her as she fled.
Malfoy smirked at her retreating back, and turned to Katie. "Katie, do you want to go somewhere private?" he asked, tossing a glance at Angelina and Alicia, who were openly gaping across the room.
Katie lifted her head off of his shoulder, and studied his face, but it was completely unreadable. Finally, she nodded, and he led her out of the Great Hall.
"Why did you do that?" he asked her suspiciously, once they reached the deserted corridor outside.
She crossed her arms, any loving façade that her eyes had held before lost, "Oh, come off it, Malfoy. You saw the way that she was looking at you. I had to do it!"
He cocked a brow at her, "Whatever you say, Bell. Get some sleep. We've got work to do tomorrow."
"We?" she asked incredulously? "What makes you think that I'd. . ." she stopped herself, realizing the circumstances that she was in. "Oh, right. Good night then, Malfoy." She began walking down the corridor toward Gryffindor tower, when his voice made her stop dead.
"Oh, and Bell?"
She turned to face him. "What is it, Malfoy?"
"It's Draco, Katie. I have a first name. Night, Bell."
She nodded, and turned to leave. She walked up to Gryffindor Tower, and into the dormitory, and flopped onto her bed.
"Goodnight, Draco," she mumbled thoughtfully, as she closed the hangings on her four-poster.
"Katie, you have to come out of there eventually," Angelina called from the locker room.
"No I don't!" Katie called back. She knew that she was being childish, but she didn't care. It seemed that the last of her manic resolve had run off of her with the last of the shower water. Seeing that she had nothing to do but get dressed and face what was to come, she had decided to sit with a towel wrapped around her and brood in the showers for all of eternity.
"C'mon Katie," Fred said jovially, striding into the showers. "Much as I love seeing you nearly naked, the sight rather loses its appeal after the first hour or so."
Katie scowled at him. "Quiet you. I'm getting dressed. I promise," she added the last part to Angelina, who was looking as though she couldn't take much of more of Katie's stubbornness. At long last, she got dressed and walked out the door and up to the castle. She stepped wearily across the threshold into the castle and into the Great Hall. She wearily plopped into the seat next to Alicia, who was still fixing her with a worried gaze.
"Katie, are you all right? What if he calls?" she asked anxiously, glancing over at the Slytherin table.
Katie shrugged, staring numbly at her plate. "I'll just go fetch his bloomers from atop the 'Katie Bell is the slave to a slimy git,' shrine that I've created for myself, won't I?" she replied.
She knew it was only a matter of time before he would call for her. It was only a matter of time before-
"Oi, Bell!" Katie cringed at the sound of her name, and stood up.
"Come on, Bell," she mumbled to herself as she ambled toward the Slytherin table, "You got yourself into this. It's only a week, only a week."
"Took you long enough, Bell," Malfoy chided as she reached the table, "Have a seat."
Katie stared at the seat, wrinkling her nose at it as she would a pile of rancid meat, or worse, celery. "Er. . .here?" she asked lamely.
He rolled his eyes, "Yes, here, Bell. Now sit," he retorted impatiently.
She sighed and took her seat between Malfoy, and a red headed girl that was staring at her almost interestedly. Across from them was a pasty girl that was fixing her with a murderous glare.
"Draco, why is she here?" the pasty brunette asked, her glare changing to a simpering pout the moment she said his name.
Before Katie could react, he had roughly seized her hand and placed it on the table, being sure to smirk at the girl the entire time. "Pansy, this is Be-Katie," he corrected himself, "She's a new friend of mine," he added; shifting his gaze to his hand on the table, still clasping Katie's on the table.
If Katie had thought that Pansy's glare was vicious before, she had clearly been wrong, for the stare that the skinny, pug-faced girl fixed her with now could have melted ice, but Malfoy wasn't through yet.
"Katie, tell them about us," Malfoy continued, running his thumb across the back of her palm
Don't take up for him, tell them that you hate him, Katie raged inside her own head, but the glare on Pansy's face brought a smirk to her face.
"Oh, what is there to say?" she asked slowly, her voice dripping like honey, "He's just so vicious, and so handsome," she continued, fueled by Pansy's mounting fury. "And best of all, he knows how to give me exactly what I want," she added, a pause between each of her last words.
Pansy's gaze turned once more to Malfoy. "Draco, please, tell me it isn't true," she pleaded.
Before Malfoy could fire off a clever retort, Katie had spoken up for him. "Sorry, Pansy. I'm afraid that it's true. Malfoy has stolen my heart," she cooed, leaning her head on his shoulder. He reached his free hand around and stroked her cheek, his eyes still locked on Pansy.
Pansy just stood there for a moment or two, trembling with what looked to be an odd mix of fury and shock. Then, she turned on her heel and ran out of the Great Hall, the smallest of sobs escaping her as she fled.
Malfoy smirked at her retreating back, and turned to Katie. "Katie, do you want to go somewhere private?" he asked, tossing a glance at Angelina and Alicia, who were openly gaping across the room.
Katie lifted her head off of his shoulder, and studied his face, but it was completely unreadable. Finally, she nodded, and he led her out of the Great Hall.
"Why did you do that?" he asked her suspiciously, once they reached the deserted corridor outside.
She crossed her arms, any loving façade that her eyes had held before lost, "Oh, come off it, Malfoy. You saw the way that she was looking at you. I had to do it!"
He cocked a brow at her, "Whatever you say, Bell. Get some sleep. We've got work to do tomorrow."
"We?" she asked incredulously? "What makes you think that I'd. . ." she stopped herself, realizing the circumstances that she was in. "Oh, right. Good night then, Malfoy." She began walking down the corridor toward Gryffindor tower, when his voice made her stop dead.
"Oh, and Bell?"
She turned to face him. "What is it, Malfoy?"
"It's Draco, Katie. I have a first name. Night, Bell."
She nodded, and turned to leave. She walked up to Gryffindor Tower, and into the dormitory, and flopped onto her bed.
"Goodnight, Draco," she mumbled thoughtfully, as she closed the hangings on her four-poster.