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Disclaimer: I love disclaimers. They remind me that I'm not a real author. Isn't that wonderful? (sorry, im just being incredibly sarcastic today.) SO! This is not my story. I own nothing. All I own is this computer that I type on, and even that isn't mine. So, I guess the point I'm trying to make is that I shouldn't get full credit for this story. If it weren't for JK Rowling, I wouldn't be writing. Wow! Don't I feel important now! Of, course the ideas and everything is mine (plus finnagan's shoes) : D
Now you can read.
"You won't believe what Ron said to me today." Lisa was walking along with Jamie in the Entrance Hall - carrying a one-sided conversation.
Jamie wasn't exactly aware of what Lisa was telling her. She caught a few bits and pieces, though. She was dimly aware of the fact that Lisa had mentioned Harry's name seven times now. not that she was counting, of course.
Jamie and Lisa had stopped at the stairs that led underneath the castle when Jamie realized that Lisa had asked her a question.
She took a guess at the answer. "Yeah, I might." She said uncertainly. Lisa gave her a curious look.
"Jamie, I just asked you when the next Hogsmeade visit was, and you said, 'Yeah, I might.'" she said, sarcastically imitating Jamie's distracted voice. "Are you sure you're okay?"
Jamie smiled, "I'm sure."
Lisa gave Jamie a skeptical look. "All right. but do you know when the next Hogsmeade visit is?" she repeated.
Jamie nodded.
"When?"
Jamie smiled vaguely. "Valentines Day."
She waved and headed down the steps to the Slytherin common room.
~~~~~~~~~~
As Jamie walked in, Draco Malfoy remained seated in his emerald green armchair by the fire, but quietly brought out his wand and made her book bag rip at the seems.
Jamie gave him a glare, and - ignoring her books - brought out her wand. "Think you're pretty clever, do you?"
She was incredibly surprised with herself.
Draco motioned his hand towards her scattered books. "Obviously a lot more clever than you."
Jamie clenched her fists. "Look, I think we both agree that I don't belong in this house - but there is an obvious reason why I'm here." She let out a long shaky breath and added bitterly, "Not that I'm at all proud of it."
Draco narrowed his eyes, his face inches from Jamie's. "You may have some of the purest blood of all of us, but that doesn't make you like us. No matter how much you try, you'll never be like me."
Jamie forgot about her fists, and clenched her teeth instead. She could feel him exhaling hatred in his breath, and it was not even close to what Jamie was feeling now. There was no curse she could inflict on him that would make her satisfied. She would always hate him. His blood. Herself.
Inside she was screaming - even the Ravenclaw side that was usually rational about these things - was screaming inside her head. But on the outside she was deathly silent, without a muscle moving.
At Jamie's lack of response, Draco decided to add one more thing - this time with a horrible smile playing on his lips. "I've always been the better one."
A tear trickled down Jamie's cheek. She banished her books to her dormitory, and fled.
~~~~~~~~~~
Jamie decided wandering aimlessly would get her into trouble, so instead she headed for the Entrance Hall, and went outside. She immediately spotted Harry, Ron and Hermione sitting in the shade of a large tree by the lake.
She wiped her mind of any residual anger, and smiled happily. She had gotten very good at pretending.
"Hi." was all she said. It was enough for them. She inconspicuously sat next to Harry. He smiled, and Jamie stopped breathing. When Harry looked away, she found her breath again. *If I keep doing that, I'll end up dead by the end of the school year,* she thought to herself.
Hermione was tirelessly helping Ron understand a fairly complex spell, and Harry was playing with a snitch.
Jamie noticed the snitch in Harry's hand. "Where'd you get that?" she asked smiling.
Harry turned around, but it wasn't Harry. It looked like him, but his face was slightly different. He looked younger, like he was in his fifth year. And his eyes. His eyes were brown.
"Nicked it." he said casually.
Ron and Hermione were gone. There were different people around. There was a plump, mousy-haired boy who looked way too excited, and a rather handsome looking guy with black hair that fell across his eyes. All the girls were goggling at him. But Jamie was sure there was another person around - someone significant. Someone she knew. How could she know anyone *here?*
The unfamiliar people disappeared, and Harry was sitting next to Jamie again. Ron and Hermione were back, too.
"Where'd I get what?" he asked grinning. There was nothing in his hands except a red and gold quill.
"Errr. that." she replied, pointing at the Gryffindor quill.
"Hogsmeade. Want one?"
"No thanks, That's okay."
"Oh, come on. I'll buy you one."
"No, really. It's-"
"By the way, do you know when the next Hogsmeade visit is?"
"The fourteenth." she answered cautiously. She wanted him to be the one to bring it up. That way - no pressure at all.
"The fourteenth, isn't that-"
Jamie cut him off with a nod and a smile.
Harry smiled, too.
*Who needs words, anyway?*
Disclaimer: I love disclaimers. They remind me that I'm not a real author. Isn't that wonderful? (sorry, im just being incredibly sarcastic today.) SO! This is not my story. I own nothing. All I own is this computer that I type on, and even that isn't mine. So, I guess the point I'm trying to make is that I shouldn't get full credit for this story. If it weren't for JK Rowling, I wouldn't be writing. Wow! Don't I feel important now! Of, course the ideas and everything is mine (plus finnagan's shoes) : D
Now you can read.
"You won't believe what Ron said to me today." Lisa was walking along with Jamie in the Entrance Hall - carrying a one-sided conversation.
Jamie wasn't exactly aware of what Lisa was telling her. She caught a few bits and pieces, though. She was dimly aware of the fact that Lisa had mentioned Harry's name seven times now. not that she was counting, of course.
Jamie and Lisa had stopped at the stairs that led underneath the castle when Jamie realized that Lisa had asked her a question.
She took a guess at the answer. "Yeah, I might." She said uncertainly. Lisa gave her a curious look.
"Jamie, I just asked you when the next Hogsmeade visit was, and you said, 'Yeah, I might.'" she said, sarcastically imitating Jamie's distracted voice. "Are you sure you're okay?"
Jamie smiled, "I'm sure."
Lisa gave Jamie a skeptical look. "All right. but do you know when the next Hogsmeade visit is?" she repeated.
Jamie nodded.
"When?"
Jamie smiled vaguely. "Valentines Day."
She waved and headed down the steps to the Slytherin common room.
~~~~~~~~~~
As Jamie walked in, Draco Malfoy remained seated in his emerald green armchair by the fire, but quietly brought out his wand and made her book bag rip at the seems.
Jamie gave him a glare, and - ignoring her books - brought out her wand. "Think you're pretty clever, do you?"
She was incredibly surprised with herself.
Draco motioned his hand towards her scattered books. "Obviously a lot more clever than you."
Jamie clenched her fists. "Look, I think we both agree that I don't belong in this house - but there is an obvious reason why I'm here." She let out a long shaky breath and added bitterly, "Not that I'm at all proud of it."
Draco narrowed his eyes, his face inches from Jamie's. "You may have some of the purest blood of all of us, but that doesn't make you like us. No matter how much you try, you'll never be like me."
Jamie forgot about her fists, and clenched her teeth instead. She could feel him exhaling hatred in his breath, and it was not even close to what Jamie was feeling now. There was no curse she could inflict on him that would make her satisfied. She would always hate him. His blood. Herself.
Inside she was screaming - even the Ravenclaw side that was usually rational about these things - was screaming inside her head. But on the outside she was deathly silent, without a muscle moving.
At Jamie's lack of response, Draco decided to add one more thing - this time with a horrible smile playing on his lips. "I've always been the better one."
A tear trickled down Jamie's cheek. She banished her books to her dormitory, and fled.
~~~~~~~~~~
Jamie decided wandering aimlessly would get her into trouble, so instead she headed for the Entrance Hall, and went outside. She immediately spotted Harry, Ron and Hermione sitting in the shade of a large tree by the lake.
She wiped her mind of any residual anger, and smiled happily. She had gotten very good at pretending.
"Hi." was all she said. It was enough for them. She inconspicuously sat next to Harry. He smiled, and Jamie stopped breathing. When Harry looked away, she found her breath again. *If I keep doing that, I'll end up dead by the end of the school year,* she thought to herself.
Hermione was tirelessly helping Ron understand a fairly complex spell, and Harry was playing with a snitch.
Jamie noticed the snitch in Harry's hand. "Where'd you get that?" she asked smiling.
Harry turned around, but it wasn't Harry. It looked like him, but his face was slightly different. He looked younger, like he was in his fifth year. And his eyes. His eyes were brown.
"Nicked it." he said casually.
Ron and Hermione were gone. There were different people around. There was a plump, mousy-haired boy who looked way too excited, and a rather handsome looking guy with black hair that fell across his eyes. All the girls were goggling at him. But Jamie was sure there was another person around - someone significant. Someone she knew. How could she know anyone *here?*
The unfamiliar people disappeared, and Harry was sitting next to Jamie again. Ron and Hermione were back, too.
"Where'd I get what?" he asked grinning. There was nothing in his hands except a red and gold quill.
"Errr. that." she replied, pointing at the Gryffindor quill.
"Hogsmeade. Want one?"
"No thanks, That's okay."
"Oh, come on. I'll buy you one."
"No, really. It's-"
"By the way, do you know when the next Hogsmeade visit is?"
"The fourteenth." she answered cautiously. She wanted him to be the one to bring it up. That way - no pressure at all.
"The fourteenth, isn't that-"
Jamie cut him off with a nod and a smile.
Harry smiled, too.
*Who needs words, anyway?*