"Floetry-Or Something Close"
Chapter 5: "Poetry Attempt Number Four"
Disclaimer: I only own Julie.
A/N: It's been a while since I've updated. Oops.
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"Harry, do shut up. No one cares about what Cho's wearing to the Yule Ball *next* year," Hermione grumbled, closing her eyes.
"What's wrong with fantasizing in advance?" Harry retorted.
"It's fantasizing in advance."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Harry mumbled, looking into the fire.
"So, Hermione," Ron started. "Have you gotten any of those poem-things that Kilt was handing out today in class?"
"She got quite a few, Ron," Harry answered for her.
"Shut up, Harry!" Hermione squealed in a weak attempt to defend herself.
"Really? How many?" Ron asked.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Oh, I don't know, about..." her flustered voice trailed off.
"Ten," Harry finished.
"I did not get ten, Harry!" Hermione screamed.
"Then how many *did* you get, 'Mione?" asked Ron, getting impatient.
"Nine," she mumbled. The two boys laughed uncontrollably. "Shut up!"
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"Draco! Please stop spying on Mudblood!" Julie screamed, pushing Draco away from the window. "If I didn't know better, I'd think that you like her."
Draco's mouth was agape. "Excuse me?"
"You're not excused," Julie spat.
"What's your problem?"
"You!"
"What'd I do?"
Julie shook her head. "You are so unbelievable..."
"Uh...I'm sorry?"
She glared at him.
"What? Did I say something wrong?" he asked.
She turned around and ran upstairs.
"I'll take that as a yes..."
*
The clock struck eight. Draco grumbled as he headed for the desk. Quill in hand, he thought about what Julie had ranted about. She was going nuts if she thought that he actually *liked* that stupid Mudblood...
Her eyes were too freaky, her frame was way too skinny, her hair was the frizziest bit of monstrosity he had ever seen, and her attitude was so...so...
"Oh my God. I do like her," Draco replied, letting his face fall into his hands.
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"Your eyes are like mirrors.
They show me what I only see.
And when I into them,
All I see is me.
_
I'm sorry for the pain I've caused.
I'm sorry for the taunting.
Now that I look back on it,
It all seems severely haunting.
_
Please forgive me for all that I've done.
Even though your forgiveness I don't deserve.
Hey, remember that one time?
When you called me a sick little perve?
_
That was kinda harsh, you know.
And I know your intentions were cruel.
And I just wanna reply to that:
That so was NOT COOL!"
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Draco sighed as he read the words again. He couldn't believe that he had started to like her. Feeling slightly queasy, he headed upstairs with the parchment rolled up in his hand.
Lying in bed, he thought of Julie's random outburst. Why would someone so close to him have such a stupid little rant about someone that he loathed?
Or...*had* loathed...
What was going on with him? Was he going crazy? Was he losing his mind?
But the truth was something that would not hit him until...later.
*
A/N: Sorry that it wasn't quite long. But I promise that there will be so much more in the next chapter! I so promise. I am hereby giving you all permission to remind me of doing so with life-threatening emails (just be kind.). Thanks; please review.
Chapter 5: "Poetry Attempt Number Four"
Disclaimer: I only own Julie.
A/N: It's been a while since I've updated. Oops.
*
"Harry, do shut up. No one cares about what Cho's wearing to the Yule Ball *next* year," Hermione grumbled, closing her eyes.
"What's wrong with fantasizing in advance?" Harry retorted.
"It's fantasizing in advance."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Harry mumbled, looking into the fire.
"So, Hermione," Ron started. "Have you gotten any of those poem-things that Kilt was handing out today in class?"
"She got quite a few, Ron," Harry answered for her.
"Shut up, Harry!" Hermione squealed in a weak attempt to defend herself.
"Really? How many?" Ron asked.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Oh, I don't know, about..." her flustered voice trailed off.
"Ten," Harry finished.
"I did not get ten, Harry!" Hermione screamed.
"Then how many *did* you get, 'Mione?" asked Ron, getting impatient.
"Nine," she mumbled. The two boys laughed uncontrollably. "Shut up!"
*
"Draco! Please stop spying on Mudblood!" Julie screamed, pushing Draco away from the window. "If I didn't know better, I'd think that you like her."
Draco's mouth was agape. "Excuse me?"
"You're not excused," Julie spat.
"What's your problem?"
"You!"
"What'd I do?"
Julie shook her head. "You are so unbelievable..."
"Uh...I'm sorry?"
She glared at him.
"What? Did I say something wrong?" he asked.
She turned around and ran upstairs.
"I'll take that as a yes..."
*
The clock struck eight. Draco grumbled as he headed for the desk. Quill in hand, he thought about what Julie had ranted about. She was going nuts if she thought that he actually *liked* that stupid Mudblood...
Her eyes were too freaky, her frame was way too skinny, her hair was the frizziest bit of monstrosity he had ever seen, and her attitude was so...so...
"Oh my God. I do like her," Draco replied, letting his face fall into his hands.
*
"Your eyes are like mirrors.
They show me what I only see.
And when I into them,
All I see is me.
_
I'm sorry for the pain I've caused.
I'm sorry for the taunting.
Now that I look back on it,
It all seems severely haunting.
_
Please forgive me for all that I've done.
Even though your forgiveness I don't deserve.
Hey, remember that one time?
When you called me a sick little perve?
_
That was kinda harsh, you know.
And I know your intentions were cruel.
And I just wanna reply to that:
That so was NOT COOL!"
*
Draco sighed as he read the words again. He couldn't believe that he had started to like her. Feeling slightly queasy, he headed upstairs with the parchment rolled up in his hand.
Lying in bed, he thought of Julie's random outburst. Why would someone so close to him have such a stupid little rant about someone that he loathed?
Or...*had* loathed...
What was going on with him? Was he going crazy? Was he losing his mind?
But the truth was something that would not hit him until...later.
*
A/N: Sorry that it wasn't quite long. But I promise that there will be so much more in the next chapter! I so promise. I am hereby giving you all permission to remind me of doing so with life-threatening emails (just be kind.). Thanks; please review.