Nerissa fingered through a section of books regarding
Quidditch rules and regulations. Well, she might as well read
the oficial rules if she wanted to understand the game. She
might even want to join the team if whichever dorm she was
placed into had any openings. She was a pretty decent flier.
Tucking the book under her arm she meandered around the store.
The door to the store opened and Harry walked in. He could be
a few more minutes late. He was sure that Ron and Hermione
wouldn't be too mad at him. The bells tinkled overhead
signalling his arrival.
Hearing the bells Nerissa looked over towards the door.
Spotting Harry, she tried to get his attention by waving at
him. When that failed to work she called out over the
distance. "Hi Harry!" She noticed the blonde walking back into
the store. "Oh, hello again, Draco." she smiled, "Both of the
people that I know here!" she continued smiling oblivious to
the fact that the two boys loathed each other.
Harry looked at her, "Hello again." he nodded an
acknowledgement towards her. "You have been to Gringotts
already then?" He noticed Draco and stood up straighter...
Draco.
"Yep! This is my second stop since then. I got my texts and
wanted to pick up a Quidditch book among other things."
Draco, meanwhile, had turned to look at Nerissa. He was about
to greet her when he noticed Harry. Any attempt at being civil
to the girl was thrown out the window. "Honey... Potter." he
spat. He turned and tried to ignore them.
Harry grit his teth and ignored Draco right back. He continued
to look at the girl. "You have your own broomstick?" he
enquired.
"Yes. The new one it's..." she could feel a tension between
the two boys that appeared to be ignoring each other. "Excuse
me for intruding, but... what is the deal with you two?" she
asked Harry.
He feigned innocence, "What do you mean?"
Draco turned, shoving the recipt for his purchase into his
pocket. With his usual tone of superiority he told the shop-
keep that his purchse had better be delivered by that very
night. He ran a hand over his hair.
Harry rolled his eyes at Draco.
"That! You... don't get along do you." she said but it wasn't
a question.
"You could say that." Harry replied hatred of the snobby
blonde was bubbling below the surface. He grit his teeth
again.
Draco turned in their direction and glared at Harry. His
grey eyes flashing, "You want to start a fight you will lose,
Potter?" He threatened. He had grown much taller over the
summer and his voice deepened a bit more. He now sounded a
bit more like his father with his menacing voice, not his
young whine like one.
The braided girl looked between the two rapidly, and slowly
took a few steps backwatds. She didn't know why they disliked each other, but she didn't want to come between them.
Draco merely walked past Harry, not forgetting to bump his
shoulder, and spoke to Nerissa. "Anyone who talks to that...
freak... dosen't deserve to talk to me." He brushed past her
and left the store.
"Who cares what you think, Malfoy!" Harry said at the
retreating back, but knowing that Malfoy wasn't going to pay
attention to his words anyway. "I really should be meeting my
friends. I am late enough as it is."
"Nice seeing you again I suppose. Bye Harry."
Harry left and headed up towards Gringotts, hoping that his
friends were not too mad that he was late.
*****
Taking a seat at one of the outdoor tables of Florean
Fortescue's Icecream parlour, Draco plucked the cherry from
his sundae and chewed on it. He placed the stem to the side of
his dish and dug into the chocolate-drizzled vanilla icecream.
He took out the book he had nicked in the store and began to
look at it.
A figure plopped down in the chair opposite him. It was that
bedamned girl again!
Sure enough, as soon as she had paid for her things in the
Quidditch shop she had followed him here. Why wouldn't she just leave him alone!?
She took a few deep breaths, "What... was that all about?"
He closed his book with a snap and set his spoon down. "What
was what all about?" he said coldly.
"Well... telling me that I didn't deserve to talk to you of
course. Do you actually think I would obey you?"
"... You, Miss Honey, were talking to a person that I do not
even consider to be alive... So, what did you expect?" he said
with a blush of anger tinging his cheeks at the thought of
*precious harry potter*.
"Now... How was I supposed to know that, Your Highness? I just
met the two of you when I arrived today."
He leaned forward, arms propped on the table. "And how was I
supposed to know that you hadn't been here all summer already?
Perhaps if you had said so I wouldn't have been so harsh.
But," he took a breath, "you still stained yourself by talking
to that boy." he said, voice still as ice.
She glanced to the side, slightly embarassed by her assumption
that he had known she was new here. "I suppose you have a
point there. A *small* point, still, I don't know much about
Harry. Mind filling me in?"
"I bet you know how he is *famous*" he said with a tinge of
annoyance in his voice. "Just because of that little scratch
on his forehead. His name is on everyone's lips all the time
... and he didn't even *do* anything! It makes me sick. He
hangs around with a poor, good for nothing excuse of a
Pureblood and a Mudblood. He could have done much better if he
had taken me up on my offer of friendship in our first
year..." he went quiet, his icecream a mass of goo from the absent minded stirring he was doing.
Nerissa ignored the comments on Harry's friends as she was
quite fine with all of the different kinds of people in the
world. Pureblood, Muggle, or... 'Mudblood'. "He isn't famous
where I am from. I only recognised him because I had seen
his picture in the paper earlier... His fame dosen't impress
me."
Draco cocked his head, "What does impress you?" his tone as
harsh as ever.
She raised a thin black brow. "Why? Plan on trying to impress
me, Mr. Malfoy?" she smiled, showing her white teeth.
Draco looked back up at her. "No." he spat, "I don't want to
impress you... Just... go away. I would have liked to sit here
alone. I don't need nosey people butting into my personal
time." he stood, tucked his book away and scowled as he
started to stalk off.
*****
Well. That was mighty rude. She didn't mean to be nosey. She
just was curious. Still, he didn't have to act like a ... what
did the English call it again? Oh yeah, a smarmy prat. Nerissa
waited till he was a fair distance away and being ever
grateful that she was allowed to do magic outside of school,
pulled her wand and muttered a charm.
A split second later, Draco's green cloak and black trousers vanished. That will teach him.
Draco stood still, blinking. He was in nothing but black shirt
and green underwear. He turned, and appeared to not have been
fazed in the slightest. "Couldn't resist a peak could you? Now
that you have ogled me, kindly give me back my pants." His
eyes once again narrowing.
Nerissa smiled and then bit the corner of her lip to supress
a giggle. "Why, Mr. Malfoy... I do not know what you are
talking about." She stood and calmly walked over to him. "Cute
boxers, but hissing snakes?" she grinned wickedly, handed him
his wand and disapperated with a resounding 'crack'.
Draco growled under his breath, sounding rather like a well
washed Gryffindor version of the boxer shorts. Giving the wand
a wave he conjured himself new pants and a cloak. "She didn't
even give me the bloody book back." he swore. Bloody girl!
Just then, something plopped to his feet. He picked it up. It
was the book. Opening it up he noticed writing on the flyleaf.
'See you in school... Malfoy.'
He jammed the book into his cloak and began to walk to a Floo
Gate. He would have preferred to apperate, but having failed
his test three times, that would have not been the best idea.
No one knew but himself, his father, and the test administrator
and it was going to stay that way.
*****
Quidditch rules and regulations. Well, she might as well read
the oficial rules if she wanted to understand the game. She
might even want to join the team if whichever dorm she was
placed into had any openings. She was a pretty decent flier.
Tucking the book under her arm she meandered around the store.
The door to the store opened and Harry walked in. He could be
a few more minutes late. He was sure that Ron and Hermione
wouldn't be too mad at him. The bells tinkled overhead
signalling his arrival.
Hearing the bells Nerissa looked over towards the door.
Spotting Harry, she tried to get his attention by waving at
him. When that failed to work she called out over the
distance. "Hi Harry!" She noticed the blonde walking back into
the store. "Oh, hello again, Draco." she smiled, "Both of the
people that I know here!" she continued smiling oblivious to
the fact that the two boys loathed each other.
Harry looked at her, "Hello again." he nodded an
acknowledgement towards her. "You have been to Gringotts
already then?" He noticed Draco and stood up straighter...
Draco.
"Yep! This is my second stop since then. I got my texts and
wanted to pick up a Quidditch book among other things."
Draco, meanwhile, had turned to look at Nerissa. He was about
to greet her when he noticed Harry. Any attempt at being civil
to the girl was thrown out the window. "Honey... Potter." he
spat. He turned and tried to ignore them.
Harry grit his teth and ignored Draco right back. He continued
to look at the girl. "You have your own broomstick?" he
enquired.
"Yes. The new one it's..." she could feel a tension between
the two boys that appeared to be ignoring each other. "Excuse
me for intruding, but... what is the deal with you two?" she
asked Harry.
He feigned innocence, "What do you mean?"
Draco turned, shoving the recipt for his purchase into his
pocket. With his usual tone of superiority he told the shop-
keep that his purchse had better be delivered by that very
night. He ran a hand over his hair.
Harry rolled his eyes at Draco.
"That! You... don't get along do you." she said but it wasn't
a question.
"You could say that." Harry replied hatred of the snobby
blonde was bubbling below the surface. He grit his teeth
again.
Draco turned in their direction and glared at Harry. His
grey eyes flashing, "You want to start a fight you will lose,
Potter?" He threatened. He had grown much taller over the
summer and his voice deepened a bit more. He now sounded a
bit more like his father with his menacing voice, not his
young whine like one.
The braided girl looked between the two rapidly, and slowly
took a few steps backwatds. She didn't know why they disliked each other, but she didn't want to come between them.
Draco merely walked past Harry, not forgetting to bump his
shoulder, and spoke to Nerissa. "Anyone who talks to that...
freak... dosen't deserve to talk to me." He brushed past her
and left the store.
"Who cares what you think, Malfoy!" Harry said at the
retreating back, but knowing that Malfoy wasn't going to pay
attention to his words anyway. "I really should be meeting my
friends. I am late enough as it is."
"Nice seeing you again I suppose. Bye Harry."
Harry left and headed up towards Gringotts, hoping that his
friends were not too mad that he was late.
*****
Taking a seat at one of the outdoor tables of Florean
Fortescue's Icecream parlour, Draco plucked the cherry from
his sundae and chewed on it. He placed the stem to the side of
his dish and dug into the chocolate-drizzled vanilla icecream.
He took out the book he had nicked in the store and began to
look at it.
A figure plopped down in the chair opposite him. It was that
bedamned girl again!
Sure enough, as soon as she had paid for her things in the
Quidditch shop she had followed him here. Why wouldn't she just leave him alone!?
She took a few deep breaths, "What... was that all about?"
He closed his book with a snap and set his spoon down. "What
was what all about?" he said coldly.
"Well... telling me that I didn't deserve to talk to you of
course. Do you actually think I would obey you?"
"... You, Miss Honey, were talking to a person that I do not
even consider to be alive... So, what did you expect?" he said
with a blush of anger tinging his cheeks at the thought of
*precious harry potter*.
"Now... How was I supposed to know that, Your Highness? I just
met the two of you when I arrived today."
He leaned forward, arms propped on the table. "And how was I
supposed to know that you hadn't been here all summer already?
Perhaps if you had said so I wouldn't have been so harsh.
But," he took a breath, "you still stained yourself by talking
to that boy." he said, voice still as ice.
She glanced to the side, slightly embarassed by her assumption
that he had known she was new here. "I suppose you have a
point there. A *small* point, still, I don't know much about
Harry. Mind filling me in?"
"I bet you know how he is *famous*" he said with a tinge of
annoyance in his voice. "Just because of that little scratch
on his forehead. His name is on everyone's lips all the time
... and he didn't even *do* anything! It makes me sick. He
hangs around with a poor, good for nothing excuse of a
Pureblood and a Mudblood. He could have done much better if he
had taken me up on my offer of friendship in our first
year..." he went quiet, his icecream a mass of goo from the absent minded stirring he was doing.
Nerissa ignored the comments on Harry's friends as she was
quite fine with all of the different kinds of people in the
world. Pureblood, Muggle, or... 'Mudblood'. "He isn't famous
where I am from. I only recognised him because I had seen
his picture in the paper earlier... His fame dosen't impress
me."
Draco cocked his head, "What does impress you?" his tone as
harsh as ever.
She raised a thin black brow. "Why? Plan on trying to impress
me, Mr. Malfoy?" she smiled, showing her white teeth.
Draco looked back up at her. "No." he spat, "I don't want to
impress you... Just... go away. I would have liked to sit here
alone. I don't need nosey people butting into my personal
time." he stood, tucked his book away and scowled as he
started to stalk off.
*****
Well. That was mighty rude. She didn't mean to be nosey. She
just was curious. Still, he didn't have to act like a ... what
did the English call it again? Oh yeah, a smarmy prat. Nerissa
waited till he was a fair distance away and being ever
grateful that she was allowed to do magic outside of school,
pulled her wand and muttered a charm.
A split second later, Draco's green cloak and black trousers vanished. That will teach him.
Draco stood still, blinking. He was in nothing but black shirt
and green underwear. He turned, and appeared to not have been
fazed in the slightest. "Couldn't resist a peak could you? Now
that you have ogled me, kindly give me back my pants." His
eyes once again narrowing.
Nerissa smiled and then bit the corner of her lip to supress
a giggle. "Why, Mr. Malfoy... I do not know what you are
talking about." She stood and calmly walked over to him. "Cute
boxers, but hissing snakes?" she grinned wickedly, handed him
his wand and disapperated with a resounding 'crack'.
Draco growled under his breath, sounding rather like a well
washed Gryffindor version of the boxer shorts. Giving the wand
a wave he conjured himself new pants and a cloak. "She didn't
even give me the bloody book back." he swore. Bloody girl!
Just then, something plopped to his feet. He picked it up. It
was the book. Opening it up he noticed writing on the flyleaf.
'See you in school... Malfoy.'
He jammed the book into his cloak and began to walk to a Floo
Gate. He would have preferred to apperate, but having failed
his test three times, that would have not been the best idea.
No one knew but himself, his father, and the test administrator
and it was going to stay that way.
*****