DISCLAIMER: Bah, you know the drill. Not mine. J.K. is my hero. (But Sirius
is just sleeping) Now. . .onward! Tallyho!
- - -
Katie walked through the door to the seventh year dormitories, expecting to see it teeming with girls waltzing about in their underpants, as girls have a habit of doing, but no one was there.
"Sorry, Katie, Angelina's off being a devoted Quidditch captain. But I'm here, for a while at least," Alicia stated, looking up from her Transfiguration book.
"Smashing," Katie said. She sat down next to Alicia on her bed. Where to begin? What was it that she even wanted to say?
Alicia looked her over, smiling slightly. "It's about Malfoy, isn't it?" she asked, more as a statement than anything else. Katie nodded, still entirely unsure as to what she should say. "I still don't understand what it is that you see in him," she added, her eyes dropping back to the book.
"Who said I saw anything in him?" Katie asked defensively. "He's a sniveling, foul mouthed, arrogant prat and I can't stand him."
Once again, Alicia's eyes traveled up from the book, rising to meet Katie's in a look that plainly suggested that she didn't believe a word that had just come out of Katie's mouth. "Katie, love, give it a rest. I've seen the way you look at one another."
"Pray tell, did it look something like this?" Katie asked lightly, shooting Alicia her fiercest glare.
Alicia just giggled. "Oh sod off, Bell, you great fake. I'll bet that if you stopped being so adamantly opposed to feeling anything toward him, you'd realize that you don't hate him as much as you think you do." The calmness in Alicia's voice was driving Katie mad.
"Alicia, get over it! I hate him. I loathe him. I detest him! Such is the way that it's always been, and will be until I get stupid enough to think otherwise!" Katie countered, rising from Alicia's bed, and crossing the room to her own.
She hopped onto the bed and shut the hangings, only to wrench them open again not five seconds later. "So there!" she added childishly, sticking her tongue out and jerking the hangings closed for a final time.
She heard Alicia giggling again as she shut off the lights. Katie turned to her side, suddenly feeling sullen and moody. She didn't like Draco. She reviled him with every ounce of her being. And she repeated that very thing to herself before she drifted off to a restless sleep.
- - -
She still had that very though in her head after a night of nightmares. Katie mechanically shuffled to the Great Hall, in search of nothing more than a meal, and a flat surface to lay her head long enough for ten minutes of peaceful sleep. Her eyelids drooped tremendously, each of her eyelashes seemingly weighted with lead. She brushed a few first years as she passed, prompting them to yelp and leap into the air. But, in the state that she was in, she couldn't even laugh at their vain attempts to cover their anxiety.
She finally reached the Great Hall, and unconsciously gravitated toward the Slytherin table. Suddenly snapping awake, she realized that the last thing that she wanted that morning was to be hassled by Parkinson about her disheveled state. So, she walked toward the Gryffindor table, and sat next to Fred and George, avoiding not only Angelina's sardonic glances, but also Alicia's knowing gaze. She refused to let Alicia think that she had feelings for Draco. She cared nothing for him, and would long for the day that she could tell him so.
Before she could catch herself, Katie found herself glancing across the crowded hall at the Slytherin table. The moment her eyes came to rest upon Draco and his nitwitted stalker, she saw him stand up, a frustrated glare adorning is features. He walked out of the hall, tossing the smallest of glances at Katie as he exited. Crabbe and Goyle followed behind, and Pansy pursued shortly thereafter, her pasty face looking to plead with him. Blaise rolled her eyes and followed, seemingly not wanting to be the only person left at the table.
Katie smirked. She wouldn't follow after him. He had commanded her to do no such thing, and she would stay right where she was. She had breakfast to eat, and she would eat it. She would not-
"Oh Merlin! 'Licia, we have a Charms test today, and I haven't studied!" she exclaimed, standing up. "I have to go study! You know how awful I am at Disillusionment Charms, and Flitwick said that they would be on the exam!"
Katie saw Alicia's eyes widen. "Go study, now! If you fail this test, you won't be able to play the next match, and our reserves are crap!" she cried.
Katie nodded frantically, and rushed toward the door. But, she heard her name spoken directly outside of the door and stopped in her tracks.
"Come off it, Zabini! I can't, for the life of me, figure out where you get these things! I can't stand the girl! She's a twig for Merlin's sake!" Draco spat defensively.
Blaise tossed her curly red curls over one shoulder and smirked. "Prove it, Malfoy," she countered.
"All right, Zabini. I will," he replied nonchalantly. He looked around the corridor for some way to prove what Katie had been trying to prove with Alicia all along. Then, his eyes came to rest upon her, leaning with her back to the stone wall.
Way to be inconspicuous, Katie, she scolded herself. She braced herself for whatever it was Draco had to throw at her as he crossed the room. She nearly flinched as he grabbed her hand and pulled her to the center of his circle of friends. And there, with no regard to who may see, he claimed her lips as his own.
Katie felt her knees buckle as she tasted his kiss once again. His tongue dipped and roved, teasing her mercilessly, but always giving into her desires. One of his hands cupped the back of her head as his other began to run its course down her back, sending jolts of electricity coursing through her entire being. Katie found that wrapping her arms tightly around his neck was all that she could do to keep from melting into him and refusing to leave.
He pulled away from her, almost tenderly, and looked into her eyes.
"Katie Bell, I will never, ever, have any feelings for you of any sort. I will not love you, I will not like you, I will not let you borrow one of my shoes," he said evenly, his eyes still locked on hers.
She didn't even bother removing her arms from his neck as she made her reply. "Draco Malfoy, I detest you in a manner that words cannot express," she replied, her tone just as flat and emotionless as his.
Blaise looked unconvinced, but Pansy had run of in a fit of hysterics, and Crabbe and Goyle were grinning stupidly as they stared openly at Katie's chest.
"Clear off," Draco commanded, pointing toward the door. "You two will be in the fifth year for the rest of your life if you don't move it."
They plodded away, still chuckling thickly, and Blaise just sighed and rolled her eyes, walking away as well.
"I'm a twig now, Rat Boy?" Katie asked as they were out of sight.
He smirked at her. "You have no arse, Bell."
Before she could respond, his lips were pressed against hers again, pecking them lightly. "That was for being a flat-chested twit. That," he nipped at her neck, "Was for calling me Rat Boy. And this," he said calmly, moving the hand that had rested on the arse was allegedly nonexistent to her thigh, and beginning to inch it up her skirt, "Is for leaving me that night." He promptly removed his hand, grinned evilly, and backed away. "Have a nice day, Bell."
This time, it was Katie's turn to gape as he walked away. Minutes passed and still she could do nothing but stand there, dumbfounded. She was fully awake now, but all the same, it was going to be a long day.
- - -
Katie walked through the door to the seventh year dormitories, expecting to see it teeming with girls waltzing about in their underpants, as girls have a habit of doing, but no one was there.
"Sorry, Katie, Angelina's off being a devoted Quidditch captain. But I'm here, for a while at least," Alicia stated, looking up from her Transfiguration book.
"Smashing," Katie said. She sat down next to Alicia on her bed. Where to begin? What was it that she even wanted to say?
Alicia looked her over, smiling slightly. "It's about Malfoy, isn't it?" she asked, more as a statement than anything else. Katie nodded, still entirely unsure as to what she should say. "I still don't understand what it is that you see in him," she added, her eyes dropping back to the book.
"Who said I saw anything in him?" Katie asked defensively. "He's a sniveling, foul mouthed, arrogant prat and I can't stand him."
Once again, Alicia's eyes traveled up from the book, rising to meet Katie's in a look that plainly suggested that she didn't believe a word that had just come out of Katie's mouth. "Katie, love, give it a rest. I've seen the way you look at one another."
"Pray tell, did it look something like this?" Katie asked lightly, shooting Alicia her fiercest glare.
Alicia just giggled. "Oh sod off, Bell, you great fake. I'll bet that if you stopped being so adamantly opposed to feeling anything toward him, you'd realize that you don't hate him as much as you think you do." The calmness in Alicia's voice was driving Katie mad.
"Alicia, get over it! I hate him. I loathe him. I detest him! Such is the way that it's always been, and will be until I get stupid enough to think otherwise!" Katie countered, rising from Alicia's bed, and crossing the room to her own.
She hopped onto the bed and shut the hangings, only to wrench them open again not five seconds later. "So there!" she added childishly, sticking her tongue out and jerking the hangings closed for a final time.
She heard Alicia giggling again as she shut off the lights. Katie turned to her side, suddenly feeling sullen and moody. She didn't like Draco. She reviled him with every ounce of her being. And she repeated that very thing to herself before she drifted off to a restless sleep.
- - -
She still had that very though in her head after a night of nightmares. Katie mechanically shuffled to the Great Hall, in search of nothing more than a meal, and a flat surface to lay her head long enough for ten minutes of peaceful sleep. Her eyelids drooped tremendously, each of her eyelashes seemingly weighted with lead. She brushed a few first years as she passed, prompting them to yelp and leap into the air. But, in the state that she was in, she couldn't even laugh at their vain attempts to cover their anxiety.
She finally reached the Great Hall, and unconsciously gravitated toward the Slytherin table. Suddenly snapping awake, she realized that the last thing that she wanted that morning was to be hassled by Parkinson about her disheveled state. So, she walked toward the Gryffindor table, and sat next to Fred and George, avoiding not only Angelina's sardonic glances, but also Alicia's knowing gaze. She refused to let Alicia think that she had feelings for Draco. She cared nothing for him, and would long for the day that she could tell him so.
Before she could catch herself, Katie found herself glancing across the crowded hall at the Slytherin table. The moment her eyes came to rest upon Draco and his nitwitted stalker, she saw him stand up, a frustrated glare adorning is features. He walked out of the hall, tossing the smallest of glances at Katie as he exited. Crabbe and Goyle followed behind, and Pansy pursued shortly thereafter, her pasty face looking to plead with him. Blaise rolled her eyes and followed, seemingly not wanting to be the only person left at the table.
Katie smirked. She wouldn't follow after him. He had commanded her to do no such thing, and she would stay right where she was. She had breakfast to eat, and she would eat it. She would not-
"Oh Merlin! 'Licia, we have a Charms test today, and I haven't studied!" she exclaimed, standing up. "I have to go study! You know how awful I am at Disillusionment Charms, and Flitwick said that they would be on the exam!"
Katie saw Alicia's eyes widen. "Go study, now! If you fail this test, you won't be able to play the next match, and our reserves are crap!" she cried.
Katie nodded frantically, and rushed toward the door. But, she heard her name spoken directly outside of the door and stopped in her tracks.
"Come off it, Zabini! I can't, for the life of me, figure out where you get these things! I can't stand the girl! She's a twig for Merlin's sake!" Draco spat defensively.
Blaise tossed her curly red curls over one shoulder and smirked. "Prove it, Malfoy," she countered.
"All right, Zabini. I will," he replied nonchalantly. He looked around the corridor for some way to prove what Katie had been trying to prove with Alicia all along. Then, his eyes came to rest upon her, leaning with her back to the stone wall.
Way to be inconspicuous, Katie, she scolded herself. She braced herself for whatever it was Draco had to throw at her as he crossed the room. She nearly flinched as he grabbed her hand and pulled her to the center of his circle of friends. And there, with no regard to who may see, he claimed her lips as his own.
Katie felt her knees buckle as she tasted his kiss once again. His tongue dipped and roved, teasing her mercilessly, but always giving into her desires. One of his hands cupped the back of her head as his other began to run its course down her back, sending jolts of electricity coursing through her entire being. Katie found that wrapping her arms tightly around his neck was all that she could do to keep from melting into him and refusing to leave.
He pulled away from her, almost tenderly, and looked into her eyes.
"Katie Bell, I will never, ever, have any feelings for you of any sort. I will not love you, I will not like you, I will not let you borrow one of my shoes," he said evenly, his eyes still locked on hers.
She didn't even bother removing her arms from his neck as she made her reply. "Draco Malfoy, I detest you in a manner that words cannot express," she replied, her tone just as flat and emotionless as his.
Blaise looked unconvinced, but Pansy had run of in a fit of hysterics, and Crabbe and Goyle were grinning stupidly as they stared openly at Katie's chest.
"Clear off," Draco commanded, pointing toward the door. "You two will be in the fifth year for the rest of your life if you don't move it."
They plodded away, still chuckling thickly, and Blaise just sighed and rolled her eyes, walking away as well.
"I'm a twig now, Rat Boy?" Katie asked as they were out of sight.
He smirked at her. "You have no arse, Bell."
Before she could respond, his lips were pressed against hers again, pecking them lightly. "That was for being a flat-chested twit. That," he nipped at her neck, "Was for calling me Rat Boy. And this," he said calmly, moving the hand that had rested on the arse was allegedly nonexistent to her thigh, and beginning to inch it up her skirt, "Is for leaving me that night." He promptly removed his hand, grinned evilly, and backed away. "Have a nice day, Bell."
This time, it was Katie's turn to gape as he walked away. Minutes passed and still she could do nothing but stand there, dumbfounded. She was fully awake now, but all the same, it was going to be a long day.