Disclaimer: JKR owns the Harry Potter
Universe. I own Natsume (Nat). Natsume is not to be used elsewhere without
permission from me. Why? Because she is me. I own myself. I hope…
Nat Sue
Chapter 2
Nat plopped herself down in an empty chair near the center
of the Slytherin table across from a boy with silvery-blond hair and gray eyes.
"Kombanwa!" Nat said, directing the greeting at no one in particular. She was
met with a few blank stares, but hardly noticed because she was looking up at
the ceiling. "Sky!" Nat exclaimed, pointing upwards. The boy across from her
glared at her, his gray eyes icy cold. "Are you a pureblood?" the boy drawled
lazily, with an undertone that sounded a bit threatening. "Rabu, rabu!" Nat
exclaimed. "What?" the boy looked at her questioningly. "I dunno, it's fun to
say! So is 'toko, toko'!" Everyone at the table was silent for a moment before
the boy repeated his question, "So are you a pureblood?" Nat blinked, her
cheerful expression disappearing rapidly.
"You mean a wizard-born? Iiee… My parents are both
Muggles, and they suck… Limiting my internet time… Pfft!"
"Internet?"
"Don't worry about it…"
"Uhm… K. What did the sorting hat really say to you?"
"I forget, some shit, I wasn't really paying attention
until it started reading my mind… It had no right to invade my privacy in the
way it did!"
"How would it have placed you if it didn't read your
mind?"
Nat's eyes film over a bit, she then goes back to being
cheerful.
"Through mystical rabbit ways!"
"What?!"
"I dunno, I think I had too much coke…"
"Coke?"
"Yeah, cocaine… I mean uhh… Coca-Cola!"
"Uhm… K."
"So who're you?"
"Draco Malfoy, I presume you've heard of the Malfoys?"
"Rabbit? I think not. Have you heard of legalized prostitution?"
"What has that got to do with anything?"
"I dunno. The rabbits made me say it!"
"What is it with you and rabbits?"
"I like them. They taste like chicken."
"You're a nutter…"
"Yup. Anyhow, the sorting hat first wanted to put me in
Ravenclaw, but it said I was too dumb or some shit… And then it said maybe
Gryffindor, but then it told me I was a bitch. Then it was reading my mind and
I didn't like it so I told it to go fuck itself and it said that I really
wouldn't want it doing that since it was on my head! And that was gross, so I
threw it… and well you knew the rest…"
"I see… You know, we really don't like Mudbloods in
Slytherin…"
Draco glared at her threateningly, Nat glared back.
"Then why did your head of house accept me?"
Draco faltered a bit and broke eye contact.
"I don't know! My father says Snape isn't playing with a
full deck, maybe he's totally snapped and felt sorry for you!"
"Hn. He seemed sane to me. Although he could use a
shower…"
Several Slytherins nearby broke into giggles at this
statement.
"So, like… What time is it here? My watch doesn't work!"
"Electronics don't work in Hogwarts… It's 6:30"
"Oh… hehe, I feel like it's lunch time! No, wait… It is…
In the US I mean…"
One of the Slytherins sitting nearby spoke up, "What's the
time difference?"
"About six hours… So it's only 12:30 in Indiana…"
"You're from Indiana?" Another Slytherin piped up.
"Yeah… But it sucks there. We have a lot of corn. And
basketball. And John Mellencamp."
"Who?"
"Some… guy… I'm not sure exactly… I've only lived in Indy
for thirteen years after all."
"Uhm… Right…"
Draco uses this time to pop back in, "Wait, how old are
you if you've lived in Indiana for thirteen years?"
"Fifteen… Why?"
"I thought you were like twelve!"
"Oh… Dorkhead!"
"Hey, I can't help it if you look like a little kid!"
"Well I can't help it either, and you don't have to rub it
in!"
"I wasn't… Wait, does that mean you're in fifth year?"
"My, my, aren't we smart?"
"Well you just don't look old enough!"
"Yeah, yeah, at least I don't look like an albino ferret!"
A hush fell over the table as Draco fixed Nat with a
murderous glare.
"Why you little…"
The next thing anyone knew, Draco and Nat were rolling on
the floor punching the daylights out of each other.
"Don't you EVER say that!"
"Well don't say I look like a little kid!"
"I'll say whatever I damn well please!"
"Well so will I! You fucking little bastard!"
"Let me go you asshole!"
"Shut the fuck up!"
By this time the whole hall was watching and Draco's
henchmen, Goyle and Crabbe, looked as if they were about to join the fight when
Snape and McGonagall came rushing over and fired some sparks into the air in an
attempt to distract the two long enough to pull them apart. Unfortunately, the
two brawling teens took no notice whatsoever of the sparks, or much of anything
for that matter. They ended up bowling over some poor first years that were
looking on in shock. Because the teachers weren't allowed to cast spells on
students, Hagrid was called over to pull the two apart. Hagrid simply picked
them each up by their robes and held them apart. Nat promptly stopped
struggling and hung from Hagrid's hand looking ashamed, yet extremely upset and
sad. Draco kicked around a bit, then gave up and hung from Hagrid's hand while
glaring daggers at Nat. "E'nuff wi' the fightn' yeh, 'ear?" Hagrid said a bit
gruffly, as Dumbledore approached. Both Nat and Draco glared at Hagrid but said
nothing.
Dumbledore was now standing in front of the two, looking
both threatening and questioning at the same time. "What was that fight about?"
Nat spoke up first trying her best to sound hurt, but barely concealing her
laughter, that had been fun. "He called me a Mudblood and said I looked like a
little kid!" Draco looked like if he could have reached Nat, he would have
disemboweled her. "But Sir!" Draco began in his best suck-up voice, "She said I
looked like an albino ferret!" This caused a reaction from McGonagall that
sounded like something between a cough and a laugh, but Draco couldn't be positive.
"Well, I don't think being called a ferret is quite as bad as being called a
Mudblood, but it was still uncalled for." Dumbledore began. "I am taking fifty
points from Slytherin for fighting, and another twenty for such an outburst in
front of the whole school. Return to your table and I don't want to hear
another peep from either of you…" What Nat found interesting about Dumbledore,
was although his words were harsh, his voice wasn't, she couldn't figure the
guy out.
Hagrid set them both down, and Dumbledore made them shake
hands and apologize to each other in front of the whole hall. Draco looked
livid.
"Well that was fun!" Nat said cheerfully when they were
seated again. Draco glared at her, then found he actually had enjoyed it a bit
himself. "Where'd you learn to fight so dirty?" He asked, rubbing his jaw.
Neither of them had been really hurt, but they would both have a few bruises.
"I have four brothers." Nat stated simply. Draco nodded, although he was an
only child, he had heard plenty about siblings beating the hell out of each
other. "I see…"
There were some loud whispers from further down the table,
Nat turned her head, trying to hear what they were talking about, but couldn't
make anything out. Then it appeared that a message was being sent in their
direction, rather like the game telephone. When it reached Draco, he turned to
Nat and said, "Are you really fifteen, and if so, when's your birthday?" Nat
blinked before answering, "Yes, March Twenty-fifth." Draco nodded, then passed
the message back down the line. Shortly afterwards a message was sent back up
the table, and Draco asked, "Are you single? If so, what's your height and
weight?" Nat was certainly getting perplexed by this time, but she couldn't see
who had started the message sending, so she just answered. "Yes, five-four, one
hundred five pounds." Draco arched an eyebrow, then sent the message back down,
and a message was sent back up almost immediately, "Pansy wants to know if
you'll go out with her?" Nat promptly fell out of her chair. "Nani?! Qué?!
What?!" Draco repeated the question. "A girl wants to go out with me?!" Draco
looked at Nat as if she were on something, then replied, "Yeah, I take it you
don't get asked out much?" Nat glared at him, then stated, "I don't swing that
way!" Draco scooted his chair back a few inches, "You mean you're gay?" Nat's
eyebrows shot up, "No! I mean I'm not!" Draco looked as if he were getting more
confused by the minute, "Wait, you're a guy, aren't you?" Nat fell out of her
chair again. "No! Where the hell did you get that idea?! I haven't acted like a
guy with all my pouting and shit!"
"Well, you kinda uhm… look like a guy…"
"I do not!"
"Do too! No girl has hair that short!"
"I do!"
"You're not a girl!"
"I am too!"
"Prove it!"
"Uh… How do you want me to do that?"
"Err… Never mind. Are you really a girl?"
"Yes!"
"Okay…"
Draco sends a message back down the table. A few seconds
later, someone near the end falls out of their chair and laughter erupts from
everyone who knew why Pansy was reacting in such a manner. Nat glowered. A few
people from the other end of the table came down to see what was so funny. Once
they had been told they rushed back to their ends to relay the message. There
were a few high-pitched squeals from several of the girls at that end. "Looks
like Pansy wasn't the only one with her eye on you…" Draco drawled, smirking.
"Damn you to hell, Draco!" Nat retorted. Suddenly, Draco's eyes lit up evilly.
"I have an idea!" He exclaimed, then quickly went about whispering to his
flunkies who passed the message down the whole table. "What are you doing?!"
Nat asked worriedly. "Well, if half the girls in our house thought you were a
guy, and thought you were cute, the girls in the other houses must think so
too! You can be our secret weapon!" Nat's eyebrows shot nearly to her hairline,
"I don't think so! Yuck! What in the hell do you expect me to do?!" Draco
grinned, "You'll see… This is going to be good…"
Author's note: Lalala! Uhm, yeah, guess what? I
was voted cutest guy on this one message board. It was funny, my friend
Maxwell, she said I could be like, cutest guy (she was joking… I hope), and
then, a few days later, on this other board where I was posting pics (everyone
was), I was voted cutest guy. It was scary. Uhm… Also, everyone thinks I'm like
a twelve-year-old guy… I mean, people I meet, not just people who see my
picture… Anyhow… Tell me if Draco is too OOC… He's kinda hard for me to write…
Uhm… Should I make this fic funnier? I dunno how funny it is… I'm better at
writing insane stuff, methinks. And yes, I'm working on Survivor II – Harry
Potter Style! I am, I am! I just haven't gotten a lot of votes this time…
Pfft! Make your friends read my stuff! Lol… ^_^;;
