Responses:
James and Angelis1: okay, I know that was really fluffy. I am sorry. Deep down I am a romantic at heart. Fluff is the type of stuff I love to write.
A.M. Bookworm: Actually, once Dumbledore heard the idea, he practically insisted. He said it could go a long way to inspire unity. Heck, I don't have anything like this planned, but once she is of age, Dumbledore would probably want her in the order. (J/K)
Dreamer: thanks as always, um do you think you might be able to add a bit of meat to your responses. What did you think was great? What did you think needed work?
Harry Potter and the Warriors of Zelcara
Foul Mouthed
Harry now walked the corridors in a large group. Aside from Ron and Hermione, he could also usually be seen with Neville, Padma, Luna, Ginny, at least one Creevey, one or both of the Zabini's, and at least until the end of the term Jenny Rowling. It was a new feeling for Harry. It was almost as close a feeling as he got when staying at the Burrow. The Slytherins were putting his patience, which was wearing thin quite quickly these days, to the test everyday.
It was the day of the Yule ball, when tensions finally came to bear. The entire group was going to be in attendance. Ginny was going with Dennis Creevey as a friend, and Blaise was taking Korana. The dress robes were worn, three Gryffindor girls helped Hermione once again tame her mass of bushy hair (despite the fact that Harry said he loved it any way she wore it) and Korana was helped to wear make-up for her first time. All the D.A. girls got ready in the Room of Requirement. Padma was the only one who didn't technically have a date. Ginny said that Dennis didn't count (with a sweet smile to him as she said it) because she had been to chicken to mail Oliver.
The Great Hall looked even more splendid than it ever had. The bewitched ceiling gave the image of falling snow. The suits of armor were singing, with all the words this time. And there had been special wards put in place to prevent Peeves from crashing the party. It was a good thing too. Someone reported seeing him with two buckets of paint, twenty- two rats, nine trays of owl pellets, twelve water balloons, and a checklist.
Everybody danced except Ginny, Blaise, Padma, Korana, and Dennis. Eventually Dennis stood up from beside Ginny, and went to Korana. He held a hand out to her and said, "Since out escorts are being wall flowers, do you want to dance?"
Korana blushed to put a Weasly to shame, but she took his had. Ron helped Blaise for the first time as they both gave the evil eye to Dennis Creevey. Ron and Blaise didn't get along, but one couldn't help but like Korana.
Dennis and Korana were having a good time until the all too familiar drawl came about, "Well, well. If it isn't a Mudblood and a Mutt. Well isn't this a perfect pair?" the Slytherins behind him all laughed their heads off. Dennis turned to face Malfoy. In Gryffindor instinct, he put himself between the Slytherins and Korana. All of the D.A. was making their way to the site. The first one their however was the newest member.
Jenny looked him up and down and began thinking about her friend in the states. He had taught her to play a game called the Dozens. She was glad she had learned well. "You must be Draco Malfoy," she said with an angry glare.
Malfoy turned to his cronies and said, "Even a lowly Muggle has heard the Malfoy name."
"Yeah it has to be you," she continued, "Hermione said that Draco Malfoy was a stupid git that looked like his mum had had an affair with a bottle of bleach and had an ego so big that he had to be compensating for something."
The Slytherins' laughter stopped. The entire hall grew very quiet. Blaise too knew the Dozens, but he would let the Muggle see how she faired. "What?" she said, circling Malfoy, "You can dish it out but you cant take it."
He looked at her with a look of pure hatred and said, "No one, especially not a filthy, disgusting Muggle whore talks to a Malfoy like that."
"Fine you wanna talk trash lets talk trash. Malfoy, you are so ugly your parents must have had to tie steaks around your neck to get the dog to play with you." A resounding "ohhhhh!" went through the hall.
Malfoy sputtered, but when he had no return fire, Jenny continued, "Course it is genetic. Your daddy isn't in Azkaban because he was a death- eater. No, he looked out the window and they arrested him for Mooning."
Now the Hufflpuffs and Gryffindors were enjoying a good chuckle. The Ravenclaws were, for now, above such humor. That was when Pansy stepped up to defend Slytherin house. she said, "Muggle, you are so stupid you probably tried to study for your blood tests."
Jenny was taken aback. She looked the girl up and down. She honestly was very attractive, and Jenny tried to stay away from unprovoked family attacks. Pansy however had no qualms whatsoever. "Your family is so poor," she said, "That if stepped on a lit fag in your living room you mum would cry out, who turned off the heat." Jenny was shaking with rage. Her family was in fact on the same financial level as the Weaslys. "I mean you are so poor that when we walk through your front door, we trip over your back fence."
Blaise took the opportunity. "Damn it Parkinson you skank, shut up."
She looked at him with shock in her eyes. "What did you call me Zabini?"
"A skank. It means that you are rather promiscuous. I know you're no Ravenclaw, but I would think you should know what that means. I mean you're like a hardware store Pansy; one knut a nut, three for a screw."
Her eyes seemed to catch fire. "You're so poorly bred," she roared back, "That I cant tell the difference between your family and your house- elves. Especially that little mutt of a sister, you blood-traitor."
"At least I don't have to make people think they are my world to feel important." Then he launched into a cruel imitation, "'Oh Draco, are you hurt? Did that mean ol' hippogriff damage your enormous manhood?'"
"How dare you!"
"And lose a couple of pounds Parkinson," he continued, beginning to circle as Jenny had. "I mean you're so fat when you get on a scale it says "one giant at a time please." Her eyes widened in shock. He kept it going, "I mean the house-elves serve plates in five sizes; small, medium, large, jumbo, and Pansy Parkinson. Your robe size is what? Equator?" Rage filling her being, but being without retort, she stormed out, quickly followed by Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle.
Blaise turned around and bowed down low. Then he noticed no one was applauding. He looked up to see Professors Snape and McGonagall glaring at him with nothing even approaching approval. "Ten points will be taken for every insult thrown here." McGonagall declared. "That is thirty points from Gryffindor, and one hundred and thirty from Slytherin.
Snape continued, "Also all parties will be serving detentions with me upon return to school." He whipped his head around to Jenny and said, "But since the Gryffindor responsible for this wont be here, I think it only appropriate that an extra thirty points be taken." No one said a word. The ball died right there.
The next morning everyone was gathering in the trains. Hermione had found one that was magically expanded, that way all of their friends could sit together. everyone came in, and agreed, that they would have gladly given sixty house points just to get at Malfoy and Pansy like that. What Harry and Hermione didn't expect to see was Blaise walk in with Koran grinning like the cat that got the canary.
Hermione whispered to Korana, "What's with him?"
"Don't know. He was sulking till I went to bed last night. He stayed up late. This morning I woke up and he was all smiles."
"Mate," Harry asked him. "Are you all right."
Blaise was practically bouncing. He hadn't looked like this since Slytherin won the house cup in second year. He pulled Harry aside and said, "you aren't going to believe what happened last night.
"After I bid Korana good night, I stayed up. I wanted to read, and with the way everyone treats me the only quiet time is after hours. Luckily we are allowed to be in our common rooms. Anyway, Pansy comes down the stairs and looks at me all angry and says, 'You have foul little mouth Blood traitor.'
'So sue me, I speak my mind and am not afraid of anyone,' I said. She stepped right up close. I thought she was gonna duel me. I stood up and returned her glare. We were standing practically nose to nose; mind you Pansy is pretty tall. All of a sudden we are kissin' like there's no tomorrow. When we break the kiss I ask, 'what the hell was that for?'
'I like strong men," she says. 'I like men who can stand up for themselves. I didn't know you had it in you Zabini.' Then we spent an hour snogging, and in the end she says she is my girlfriend if I'd like." Blaise's expression, after going over the story, was now one of confusion.
"So what did you say?" Harry asked.
"What do you think I said Gryffindor?" with that, the compartment door opened and Pansy walked up to Blaise and planted a hot passionate kiss on his lips. After the kiss he gave a weak smile to Harry and said, "What did you expect me to say?"
Pansy turned to Korana and said, "Sorry about the mutt comment." She turned to Hermione and Jenny and repeated the gesture substituting the words "Mudblood" and "Filthy Muggle" for mutt. She then turned to Blaise and said in a sarcastic tone, "Happy?"
"It's a start babe," he said with a smile.
No one said anything for a while. Then Korana marched up to Pansy and said, "If you ever hurt him I will put a hex on you so bad, it will be come the fourth Unforgivable." After a pause, Pansy started laughing and said, "Deal short stuff." It wasn't long until everyone stated laughing. Korana's face burned with embarrassment.
Blaise gave her a hug and a peck and said, "Thanks for having my back sis."
The only thing to break the silence the rest of the ride was when Draco entered. "Pansy get your arse to my compartment now. I don't know what you think your doing here but . . ."
He was cut short when Pansy spat, "GO away Draco or I will tell every Slytherin girl, and all the rest for that matter about why I told you that sized doesn't matter." If it was even possible, Malfoy went even more pale than ever. He turned around and walked right out. Blaise gave her a kiss on the cheek, and Harry threw her an approving look. All the girls in the compartment started to giggle, with the exception of Korana, who had no idea what Pansy was talking about.
It was still a very uncomfortable ride back to London. Pansy explained that she really could care less about blood content, but that some of the most influential wizards were preoccupied with it, thus she faked her concern for it. Still no one like her. The friendliest anyone was with her was as they disembarked at Charring Cross, Jenny stuck out her hand and said, "If you ever want a rematch at 'The Dozens', owl me."
"Deal," was Pansy's response as she shook hands. Neither broke eye contact. And everyone could tell that they were trying to crush each other's hand.
Harry was more than happy to be going home for the holidays, as home he reminded himself was now #12 Grimmauld Place, London. The Advance guard picked them up in ministry cars, Tonks had walked into Hogsmeade and appartated the rest of the way home. "My first Merry Christmas," Harry thought.
James and Angelis1: okay, I know that was really fluffy. I am sorry. Deep down I am a romantic at heart. Fluff is the type of stuff I love to write.
A.M. Bookworm: Actually, once Dumbledore heard the idea, he practically insisted. He said it could go a long way to inspire unity. Heck, I don't have anything like this planned, but once she is of age, Dumbledore would probably want her in the order. (J/K)
Dreamer: thanks as always, um do you think you might be able to add a bit of meat to your responses. What did you think was great? What did you think needed work?
Harry Potter and the Warriors of Zelcara
Foul Mouthed
Harry now walked the corridors in a large group. Aside from Ron and Hermione, he could also usually be seen with Neville, Padma, Luna, Ginny, at least one Creevey, one or both of the Zabini's, and at least until the end of the term Jenny Rowling. It was a new feeling for Harry. It was almost as close a feeling as he got when staying at the Burrow. The Slytherins were putting his patience, which was wearing thin quite quickly these days, to the test everyday.
It was the day of the Yule ball, when tensions finally came to bear. The entire group was going to be in attendance. Ginny was going with Dennis Creevey as a friend, and Blaise was taking Korana. The dress robes were worn, three Gryffindor girls helped Hermione once again tame her mass of bushy hair (despite the fact that Harry said he loved it any way she wore it) and Korana was helped to wear make-up for her first time. All the D.A. girls got ready in the Room of Requirement. Padma was the only one who didn't technically have a date. Ginny said that Dennis didn't count (with a sweet smile to him as she said it) because she had been to chicken to mail Oliver.
The Great Hall looked even more splendid than it ever had. The bewitched ceiling gave the image of falling snow. The suits of armor were singing, with all the words this time. And there had been special wards put in place to prevent Peeves from crashing the party. It was a good thing too. Someone reported seeing him with two buckets of paint, twenty- two rats, nine trays of owl pellets, twelve water balloons, and a checklist.
Everybody danced except Ginny, Blaise, Padma, Korana, and Dennis. Eventually Dennis stood up from beside Ginny, and went to Korana. He held a hand out to her and said, "Since out escorts are being wall flowers, do you want to dance?"
Korana blushed to put a Weasly to shame, but she took his had. Ron helped Blaise for the first time as they both gave the evil eye to Dennis Creevey. Ron and Blaise didn't get along, but one couldn't help but like Korana.
Dennis and Korana were having a good time until the all too familiar drawl came about, "Well, well. If it isn't a Mudblood and a Mutt. Well isn't this a perfect pair?" the Slytherins behind him all laughed their heads off. Dennis turned to face Malfoy. In Gryffindor instinct, he put himself between the Slytherins and Korana. All of the D.A. was making their way to the site. The first one their however was the newest member.
Jenny looked him up and down and began thinking about her friend in the states. He had taught her to play a game called the Dozens. She was glad she had learned well. "You must be Draco Malfoy," she said with an angry glare.
Malfoy turned to his cronies and said, "Even a lowly Muggle has heard the Malfoy name."
"Yeah it has to be you," she continued, "Hermione said that Draco Malfoy was a stupid git that looked like his mum had had an affair with a bottle of bleach and had an ego so big that he had to be compensating for something."
The Slytherins' laughter stopped. The entire hall grew very quiet. Blaise too knew the Dozens, but he would let the Muggle see how she faired. "What?" she said, circling Malfoy, "You can dish it out but you cant take it."
He looked at her with a look of pure hatred and said, "No one, especially not a filthy, disgusting Muggle whore talks to a Malfoy like that."
"Fine you wanna talk trash lets talk trash. Malfoy, you are so ugly your parents must have had to tie steaks around your neck to get the dog to play with you." A resounding "ohhhhh!" went through the hall.
Malfoy sputtered, but when he had no return fire, Jenny continued, "Course it is genetic. Your daddy isn't in Azkaban because he was a death- eater. No, he looked out the window and they arrested him for Mooning."
Now the Hufflpuffs and Gryffindors were enjoying a good chuckle. The Ravenclaws were, for now, above such humor. That was when Pansy stepped up to defend Slytherin house. she said, "Muggle, you are so stupid you probably tried to study for your blood tests."
Jenny was taken aback. She looked the girl up and down. She honestly was very attractive, and Jenny tried to stay away from unprovoked family attacks. Pansy however had no qualms whatsoever. "Your family is so poor," she said, "That if stepped on a lit fag in your living room you mum would cry out, who turned off the heat." Jenny was shaking with rage. Her family was in fact on the same financial level as the Weaslys. "I mean you are so poor that when we walk through your front door, we trip over your back fence."
Blaise took the opportunity. "Damn it Parkinson you skank, shut up."
She looked at him with shock in her eyes. "What did you call me Zabini?"
"A skank. It means that you are rather promiscuous. I know you're no Ravenclaw, but I would think you should know what that means. I mean you're like a hardware store Pansy; one knut a nut, three for a screw."
Her eyes seemed to catch fire. "You're so poorly bred," she roared back, "That I cant tell the difference between your family and your house- elves. Especially that little mutt of a sister, you blood-traitor."
"At least I don't have to make people think they are my world to feel important." Then he launched into a cruel imitation, "'Oh Draco, are you hurt? Did that mean ol' hippogriff damage your enormous manhood?'"
"How dare you!"
"And lose a couple of pounds Parkinson," he continued, beginning to circle as Jenny had. "I mean you're so fat when you get on a scale it says "one giant at a time please." Her eyes widened in shock. He kept it going, "I mean the house-elves serve plates in five sizes; small, medium, large, jumbo, and Pansy Parkinson. Your robe size is what? Equator?" Rage filling her being, but being without retort, she stormed out, quickly followed by Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle.
Blaise turned around and bowed down low. Then he noticed no one was applauding. He looked up to see Professors Snape and McGonagall glaring at him with nothing even approaching approval. "Ten points will be taken for every insult thrown here." McGonagall declared. "That is thirty points from Gryffindor, and one hundred and thirty from Slytherin.
Snape continued, "Also all parties will be serving detentions with me upon return to school." He whipped his head around to Jenny and said, "But since the Gryffindor responsible for this wont be here, I think it only appropriate that an extra thirty points be taken." No one said a word. The ball died right there.
The next morning everyone was gathering in the trains. Hermione had found one that was magically expanded, that way all of their friends could sit together. everyone came in, and agreed, that they would have gladly given sixty house points just to get at Malfoy and Pansy like that. What Harry and Hermione didn't expect to see was Blaise walk in with Koran grinning like the cat that got the canary.
Hermione whispered to Korana, "What's with him?"
"Don't know. He was sulking till I went to bed last night. He stayed up late. This morning I woke up and he was all smiles."
"Mate," Harry asked him. "Are you all right."
Blaise was practically bouncing. He hadn't looked like this since Slytherin won the house cup in second year. He pulled Harry aside and said, "you aren't going to believe what happened last night.
"After I bid Korana good night, I stayed up. I wanted to read, and with the way everyone treats me the only quiet time is after hours. Luckily we are allowed to be in our common rooms. Anyway, Pansy comes down the stairs and looks at me all angry and says, 'You have foul little mouth Blood traitor.'
'So sue me, I speak my mind and am not afraid of anyone,' I said. She stepped right up close. I thought she was gonna duel me. I stood up and returned her glare. We were standing practically nose to nose; mind you Pansy is pretty tall. All of a sudden we are kissin' like there's no tomorrow. When we break the kiss I ask, 'what the hell was that for?'
'I like strong men," she says. 'I like men who can stand up for themselves. I didn't know you had it in you Zabini.' Then we spent an hour snogging, and in the end she says she is my girlfriend if I'd like." Blaise's expression, after going over the story, was now one of confusion.
"So what did you say?" Harry asked.
"What do you think I said Gryffindor?" with that, the compartment door opened and Pansy walked up to Blaise and planted a hot passionate kiss on his lips. After the kiss he gave a weak smile to Harry and said, "What did you expect me to say?"
Pansy turned to Korana and said, "Sorry about the mutt comment." She turned to Hermione and Jenny and repeated the gesture substituting the words "Mudblood" and "Filthy Muggle" for mutt. She then turned to Blaise and said in a sarcastic tone, "Happy?"
"It's a start babe," he said with a smile.
No one said anything for a while. Then Korana marched up to Pansy and said, "If you ever hurt him I will put a hex on you so bad, it will be come the fourth Unforgivable." After a pause, Pansy started laughing and said, "Deal short stuff." It wasn't long until everyone stated laughing. Korana's face burned with embarrassment.
Blaise gave her a hug and a peck and said, "Thanks for having my back sis."
The only thing to break the silence the rest of the ride was when Draco entered. "Pansy get your arse to my compartment now. I don't know what you think your doing here but . . ."
He was cut short when Pansy spat, "GO away Draco or I will tell every Slytherin girl, and all the rest for that matter about why I told you that sized doesn't matter." If it was even possible, Malfoy went even more pale than ever. He turned around and walked right out. Blaise gave her a kiss on the cheek, and Harry threw her an approving look. All the girls in the compartment started to giggle, with the exception of Korana, who had no idea what Pansy was talking about.
It was still a very uncomfortable ride back to London. Pansy explained that she really could care less about blood content, but that some of the most influential wizards were preoccupied with it, thus she faked her concern for it. Still no one like her. The friendliest anyone was with her was as they disembarked at Charring Cross, Jenny stuck out her hand and said, "If you ever want a rematch at 'The Dozens', owl me."
"Deal," was Pansy's response as she shook hands. Neither broke eye contact. And everyone could tell that they were trying to crush each other's hand.
Harry was more than happy to be going home for the holidays, as home he reminded himself was now #12 Grimmauld Place, London. The Advance guard picked them up in ministry cars, Tonks had walked into Hogsmeade and appartated the rest of the way home. "My first Merry Christmas," Harry thought.