AN: Someone told me to write this, and here I am.
This is dedicated to my loyal reviewer who knows who they are. You said write and look at me now………….
************ NEW CHAPTER!!!! *********
………………….Harry and Ron shagging on the floor!!! NO!!! I'm joking!!! It was something worse then that. It was Professor Azul and Professor Snape SNOGGING!
"EW!" I told her, disgusted. "That's gross."
"I knew they were together," Malinda whispered.
"Can we go?" I asked her. The sight of Snape snogging ANYONE was just DISTURBING.
"Okay," she said, turning away from the door and closing it behind her. "Let's go."
We both walked to our separate common rooms, Malinda oddly quiet. When I got to the common room, I went straight to my room and went to bed, tired to the bone.
*********************^^ Malinda POV ^^***********************
I sighed and rolled over again. I had woken up a while ago and couldn't go back to sleep. I knew it was around 3 in the morning, and that I needed my rest, but I just couldn't sleep. I sat up and put my slippers and bathrobe on. If I was going to be up, I might as well do something.
I tiptoed out of the tower and closed the portrait behind me, making sure I made no noise. I walked down the hall and up the stairs, heading towards my aunt's room. Then, hearing a noise in that direction, I turned away and went back down the stairs and hid behind a statue. After a few minutes of silence, I didn't see anyone. Deciding that it was nothing, I walked towards the doors to the outside, changing my mind.
Once outside, I walked towards the lake, thinking it would calm my nerves. I heard footsteps and looked behind me, but I saw no one. Dismissing it as paranoia, I kept walking. Once at the lake, I sat at the edge, looking at the calm water. I heard a rustle, but saw that it was nothing, so I turned back to the lake. Thoughts clouded my mind.
My aunt, the only one not married, had found happiness. She proved that she didn't need to be married young and ignored her mother's wishes, working instead of marrying. But, she had paid the price. No man was interested in her since her life was so secret. She didn't date after a while, focusing on her risky work.
Like all the women, she had turned into a beauty. A spell placed on our family from the start plagued her too. It all started when the first Cartier's wife became pregnant. She was a queen of a woman, a beauty loved by all. She had a daughter, as lovely as her, but the poor woman died after birth. The man became distraught at the loss of his wife.
A man heard of this and felt sorry for him. He created a spell so that that all the women in his family would look like his wife. It went on for generations, all the women resembled her when they reached the age of 17, when she died. There was no way to stop it from happening. That thought plagued her mind also. Her birthday would come soon, and she didn't know how to deal with her change.
And thoughts of the last person she wanted to think of plagued her mind also. Neville had been staring at her lately, as if he expecting something to happen. Was he planning something? Or was it something else? Why was he so interested in her all of a sudden?
I sighed again, wishing things could just be simple. Simple and nice. Everything was so complicated in my life, and it was just too much for anyone to handle. I rose from my spot on the ground and walked back towards the castle. It was cold out and I didn't think I could stand it any longer.
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I woke a little bit earlier then usual today. Knowing that I'd have to get up eventually, I went to get dressed. After showering, brushing my teeth and washing my face, I put on my black stretch jeans and my black 'Hold my purse while I kiss your boyfriend' tee. I put my robes over top of it and walked down to the common room and out the portrait, heading for the Great Hall.
I saw that Neville was already there so I sat next to him.
"Hey," I greeted, grabbing a strawberry.
"Hey," he replied, just before yawning.
"Tired?" I asked him, pilling fruit on my plate.
"Late night," he told me, rubbing his eyes. "Could hardly sleep. Had a nightmare about that friend of yours and I couldn't sleep the rest of the night."
"Sure it was a nightmare?" I teased him, grinning.
"Yes," he told me, rolling his eyes. But, I did notice a slight blush on his cheeks.
"Right," I told him, smirking.
"You're sick," he told me. "Why would I want to do anything with her? I mean, she's a Grade A bitch. Her aunt, maybe. Her, never."
"Whatever," I muttered, smiling.
"Sick," he murmured, shaking his head.
"I think you're just against her due to the unresolved sexual tension between the two of you."
"What sexual tension?"
"I saw you watching her yesterday."
"And?"
"And I could tell you like her."
"I want her as much as you want Malfoy," he declared, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Like anyone wants that bastard," I muttered, looking at the aforementioned bastard. I was shocked to see his eyes looking my way. Our eyes met for a moment before we both turned away. "You like her and we all know it."
"I don't like her," Neville told me. "End of story."
"Whatever helps you through the day," I replied.
He just turned and started talking to my brother, dismissing my comments. I looked at the Hufflepuff table and saw Malinda yawn. Something was going on with her, what I don't know. Maybe she realized there IS sexual tension, I thought, going back to my breakfast.
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I yawned again in History of Magic, trying not to fall asleep. The lack of sleep was finally getting to me. But, I had to take notes for class.
"Tired?" Ginny asked from her seat next to me.
"Very," I told her, trying to keep my eyes open. "Woke up in the middle of the night and it took me forever to go back to sleep."
"Wonder what woke you up?" Ginny said perkily.
I just looked at her as the bell rang and we stood to go to our next class. I grabbed my bag and put my book and notes in it, walking over to Ginny who was waiting for me. It was Lunch time and I wasn't hungry, hoping that I could get a quick bite and take a nap before classes. We had just rounded the corner when Ginny tripped over a book lying on the floor.
She almost fell on her face, but Malfoy, who had been gathering his books, broke her fall.
"I'm sorry," she said, pushing herself up on her elbows. Seeing who it was she flushed a deep red and scrambled to her feet. "Bye Malfoy." Before I knew it, she had grabbed my arm and was dragging me to the Great Hall.
"Who has the crush now?" I asked, smirking at her.
"Shove it or I'll tell Neville you're dreaming about screwing him in the Potions Lab," Ginny threatened. "And I don't like him. I mean, come on, it's Malfoy."
"So?" I asked. "He's hot and from what I heard a great shag. Plus, you could really screw with his mind. Make him all hot and horny and leave him wanting more."
"You're sick," Ginny muttered.
"Thank you," I told her. "Look, Gin, I'm just gonna go take a nap. I'm not up to eating."
"You sure?" she asked, looking at me with worry in her brandy eyes.
"Yeah. I'll see you later." I kept walking. Turning down a hall to the left, I walked towards Gryffindor Tower. Passing one of the many classrooms, I heard sounds coming from it, which was odd since these were all deserted.
I opened the door to see the most disturbing thing of all!!!!! Harry and Hermione shagging like rabbits on a desk!!!! Fighting down the urged to scream, I closed the door and ran toward Hufflepuff Common room. I had just rounded a corner, when I hit something solid, falling to the ground. Before I even got to see who or what it was, I blacked out.
********************************************* Gin POV ****************************************
"This class reeks," I muttered, wishing I could bang my head on the table.
I was in History of Magic, better titled "Boring stuff you don't need to know". Half of the class was sleeping while the other half amused themselves. I wasn't the least bit tired, so I was drawing whatever came to mind. My hand was working of it's own accord, while I thought of all the homework I had to do. Damn teachers, I thought.
I glanced at my watch and saw that class would be over soon, so I started packing my things away. It wasn't until everything was away that I remembered the drawing. Wanting to see what the picture was of, I glanced at it and froze. IT WAS A PICTURE OF MALFOY!!
It wasn't a good picture, since I was never an artistic person, but the facial structure and the expression made it look like Malfoy. As the bell rang for the end of class, I quickly shoved it into my bag and rushed out of the room. I was in such a huryy, that I nearly collided with someone. Not bother to see who it was, I rushed up to my room, just wanting to clear my thoughts.
I ran to the Common Room and ran up the stairs before Ron could question me. I sat down on my four poster bed, wishing all of this would just go away. I took the stuff out of my bag, suddenly weary. I climbed into my bed and pulled the covers up, wishing for rest. A thought occurred to me and I shot out of bed. THE PICTURE WAS GONE!!!!!!!!
**************************************** Malinda POV **************************************
I cracked open my eyes, feeling pain flood into my head. My vision was blurry, but I could make out a person standing above me.
"I was wondering when you'd wake up," the person said. Their voice was so familiar…..
"Neville?" I moaned, wishing this pain would go away.
"You'll be fine," He told me, his voice gentle. "I'll make sure of it."
Before I could say or hear anything more, my eyes fluttered shut.
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I CAN WRITE!!!!!!!!!!!!! *sobs *