A/N: *nervous laughter* Oh look at the month...how time flies!
Ahahahaha...*readers glare* Ahem! Okay, fine, I deserve to be pelted with
nice soft marshmallows because I didn't update soon enough, but...you
should feel happy, because I have decided to update!!! ^-^ *readers are
still glaring* Oh, and while we're on the subject of glaring (my hands are
about to fall off...SIX PIANO WORKSHEETS IN THIS COLD, COLD WEATHER!
SOMEONE HELP ME!), I've come up with three different types if glares. See,
this is the first one -- o_o (That's the little glare) Here's the second
one-- 0_0 (That's the medium glare) And here's the third one-- O_O
(That's the ultimate glare) Anyway, you are NOT allowed to use these glares
on me. They are MINE and reserved for my use ONLY. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! By
the way, has anyone taken or is taking Algebra ¾? I have some -serious-
problems with complex rational expressions! *grrrr*
Disclaimers: I *blah* don't *blah* own *blah* anything *blah*! ^-^ Oh, and even with all those blahs, I still admire J.K. Rowling very much, so not trying to be offensive or anything...(Who came up with the idea that we must write these bloody disclaimers? Argh!)
And so, with great pride, I bring you-
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Arithmetic Love: Chapter 3-A
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To say Malfoy is mad would be saying the understatement of the year; he's furious.
You see, Potions class is his very favorite part of the day; the hour that he enjoyed to no end. Oh, the glory of the musky-smelling dungeon, the beauty of the lowly-lit classroom, the brilliance of the foul-smelling mixtures...yes, he loved every single one of those attributes to this class.
Now, however, he finds himself wanting to bolt as fast as he can out of the place and escape to somewhere bright, happy, and over all, mudblood- less.
Let's start at the beginning.
It had been a wonderful thing, really, when in their fifth year, the Slytherin Potions hour was finally separated from that of Gryffindor's. It wasn't that Draco minded making fun of the Potter trio, but one does like something new ever so often, and four years with that same house had made him a bit tired of it, especially since he's had to deal with the stench of mudblood Granger everyday. It had really bothered him as the stink of her didn't at all go with the aroma of the potions.
Thus, you can very well imagine the extent of his excitement when on this lovely day, he strolled into the classroom, more than ready to take on another fun hour of Potions, but by mere chance, spotted Hermione Granger, the most hateful girl to him on this planet, sitting right there in his seat.
Oh, he had shouted, and with great fury too.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" was his demand.
The brown-haired one simply gave him an evil look and murmured with great nonchalance, "Why, taking class, of course."
That had done it. The great Draco Malfoy almost burst into tears right then and there, and had it not been for the audience surrounding him, he would have, but instead, he put on his trademark Malfoy smirk, and said, "Well then, Miss Granger, -you- are in -my- seat, so I suggest you get out and find yourself another one. Far away from the one mentioned, preferably."
"Oh, but Mr. Malfoy, I assure you, this -was- the seat assigned to me by Mr. Snape, and hence, I suggest -you- go find -yourself- another one. Far away from my own, preferably," retorted the girl smugly.
Those blue eyes narrowed ever so much as Malfoy glared at Hermione.
"Now, listen-"
Very fortunately, it was at that moment that Snape decided to walk in, or out, rather from the inside of one his many cabinets. (How or why he was in there in the first place, we shan't know...yet) It would seem that the Potions master was quite disheveled (as his sleek black hair was ruffled to an extent it had never reached before and his snug-fitting robe was twisted and tugged to odd angles) as well as extremely irritated, for he took one look at the situation and immediately barked, "Malfoy, sit -there-, in that empty seat next to Granger's. Say anything, and I'll have you sent to detention."
Said boy opened and closed his mouth a few times, quite uncharacteristically, might I add, before finally shutting it with great vehemence and stomping to his newly assigned seat.
And now, after both parties have settled comfortably in their new settings, the argument begins.
"You -will- pay," he hissed, looking nowhere in particular, although anyone would be able to figure out to whom he was talking to.
"No, no, it is -you- who is paying. I can't believe you -ripped the page- out of the -library's- textbook and blamed it on ME!" Hermione ranted in response.
For a moment, and a moment only, Malfoy looked just the slightest bit sheepish, but that moment passed quickly, and he was back to his usual sneer. After all, it hadn't been -his- fault that the silly textbook ripped. It was only because that theorem on there made no sense whatsoever and the diagram of the triangle connected to the circle looked so much like a goatee that it confused him -even- more, and so, out of pure frustration, his hand worked on their own, found their way to the page, and...tore it out.
"Well, if you hadn't told me to rely on the stupid book and instead, taught it yourself, we wouldn't have this problem, now would we?" questioned Malfoy, crossly.
"I'd -volunteered- to teach it to you, but you -insisted- to use the textbook, so whose fault would it be?" taunted Hermione.
"Oh, you just shut up. Besides, now that we're kicked out the library, maybe the Prof will see how pointless this whole thing is. I haven't learned a single thing since you've started teaching me, and I doubt I will, so-"
"You haven't learned a single thing? Well, what about the sixty percent you received for that test yesterday, huh? We've only been into lessons for a week, and you've already brought your test grades up FOURTY PERCENT! You explain to me how you haven't learned a single thing!"
"Granger!"
"Well, for -your- information, it was -fifty-nine- percent, and therefore, that would only be bringing it up THIRTY PERCENT, so you can just quit that attitude about it!"
"Malfoy!"
"THIRTY? ARE YOU GETTING SO DAFT THAT YOU CAN'T EVEN DO BASIC MATH RIGHT? IT'S THIRTY NINE, YOU DOLT, THIRTY NINE!"
"WELL, THAT JUST PROVES MY POINT! NOT ONLY HAVE I NOT LEARNED ANYTHING FROM THESE LESSONS WITH YOU, I'VE ALSO FORGOTTEN STUFF! I CAN'T AFFORD TO FORGET STUFF!!!"
"GRANGER! MALFOY!"
"SHUT UP!" both said simultaneously.
Did I mention that along with the 'shut up', there were also two Potions textbooks (hardcover, might I add) flung into the air out of pure irritation? Oh, and those textbooks just happened to travel in this nice parabolic curve and land just so perfectly on...
...Professor Snape's head.
And thus, Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger came to realize that they were still in the middle of class, there were still other people surrounding them, and they had just thrown a textbook (one each) at their Professor's head. That and the fact that Snape didn't look all too pleased about the newly accumulated bump on his forehead...
"GRANGER! MALFOY! OUT!!!"
"Huh? But where do we-"
"I DON'T CARE! I'VE HAD IT! JUST GO OUT! OUT! ANYWHERE! OUT! I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU TOO, AT LEAST, NOT TOGETHER! OUT!"
And so, with all the pride they could muster, the two students filed out of the room, trying hard to ignore the howls of laughter following them. Oh, they'd deal with that later.
***
"So tell me, Granger, why are we at the kitchen?"
"So tell me, Malfoy, why did you engage me in a shouting match and then lead me here?"
"So tell me, Granger, why did follow me here?"
"So tell me, Malfoy, why are we still walking together?"
"So tell me, Granger why...why...you know, where are the bloody elves? I came all the way down here after being kicked out of class just so I can get some of those new strawberry tarts, and look what happens! There are -no- bloody elves!"
Hermione snorted at this.
"So there -was- a reason you walked this way. Well, for your information, I finally got the S.P.E.W. project across to Dumbledore, and he has permitted a day off for the elves. They needn't work till mealtimes," was the reply.
Malfoy's eyes glittered dangerously as he sized Hermione up.
"-Your- S.P.E.W. project has let the elves off?"
"Yes, and what have you against it?"
"Well, that's just bloody-"
"Would you -stop- saying bloody? It's getting bloody annoying and you are -infecting me with it-!"
"Oh, quiet now! As I was saying, because of -you-, -I- can't get my bloody strawberry tarts!"
"Oh, bloo-" catching herself just in time, Hermione swallowed and refrained from saying the bloo...err, blasted word. "Oh, curse it! For that matter, why are -you- eating strawberry tarts anyway? Strawberry tarts are for girls!"
"Being sexist, are we?"
The two archenemies glared at each other. You know, it's really become a routine for them, now that it's thought about. Shout, glare, shout, glare; it would seem as if that's all they knew to do with each other. As if both realized this at the same time, their glaring match abruptly came to its end and the two were left shuffling their feet in the uncomfortable silence.
It suddenly dawned on them that they were alone...in a room...together.
"You know," Malfoy muttered. "For a straight E student, you sure seem calm about being kicked out of class."
"Yeah? Well, unlike a certain someone, my life doesn't revolve around Potions, so I don't -care- whether I'm kicked out of it or not," retorted the girl with a roll of her eyes.
"Hmph! Well!"
It was at this time that Malfoy started snickering despite himself.
"And what, Mr. Malfoy, is so funny?"
"Snape!!! He...he...HE HAD A BOOK THROWN AT HIM!"
Hermione eyed the boy oddly.
"Yes, I am aware of that. -We- were the ones that threw it."
"But...but don't you think that's funny?"
"No."
As sudden as it had started, Malfoy stopped the snickering and pouted. Observing the pout, Hermione couldn't help want to laugh, and for the strangest of reasons, found it funnier than the whole 'throw the book and Snape' thing.
"You look like a child denied of candy," she remarked, unable to help it.
"Yeah? Well, you look like...like..."
"Nevermind. I doubt you'll come up with anything intelligent anyway. Besides, we need to get out of here. I doubt we'd be in good care if Filtch were to spot us," Hermione pointed out matter-of-factly.
It was a this precise moment that the entrance to the kitchen was heard opening, and footsteps rang out.
"Hey, any of yer elves 'ere?"
The two teens glanced at each other and gulped.
"FILTCH! RUNNNN!!!!!!!!"
***
End of Chapter 3-A
***
A/N: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I CLIFFED YOU! It means, by the way, I left you at a cliffhanger. Hehe. I had to do that so I can continue it. And now, I'll want to continue it, because I hate leaving my poor readers at a cliffy. =^- ^= Oh, I just realized I forgot to explain why Hermione was in Potions with him. *laughs at own stupidity* It's okay, I'll do it in B. It'll make more sense anyway. Oh, and beware, 3-B is going to have some... 'interesting' moments between the two. ^_- (If you get my meaning.) Anyway, to show you support me, REVIEW! ^-^
P.S. I just realized that my first two chapters have horrible grammar. I'll go back and correct those when I have time. THANKSGIVING!
Disclaimers: I *blah* don't *blah* own *blah* anything *blah*! ^-^ Oh, and even with all those blahs, I still admire J.K. Rowling very much, so not trying to be offensive or anything...(Who came up with the idea that we must write these bloody disclaimers? Argh!)
And so, with great pride, I bring you-
***
Arithmetic Love: Chapter 3-A
***
To say Malfoy is mad would be saying the understatement of the year; he's furious.
You see, Potions class is his very favorite part of the day; the hour that he enjoyed to no end. Oh, the glory of the musky-smelling dungeon, the beauty of the lowly-lit classroom, the brilliance of the foul-smelling mixtures...yes, he loved every single one of those attributes to this class.
Now, however, he finds himself wanting to bolt as fast as he can out of the place and escape to somewhere bright, happy, and over all, mudblood- less.
Let's start at the beginning.
It had been a wonderful thing, really, when in their fifth year, the Slytherin Potions hour was finally separated from that of Gryffindor's. It wasn't that Draco minded making fun of the Potter trio, but one does like something new ever so often, and four years with that same house had made him a bit tired of it, especially since he's had to deal with the stench of mudblood Granger everyday. It had really bothered him as the stink of her didn't at all go with the aroma of the potions.
Thus, you can very well imagine the extent of his excitement when on this lovely day, he strolled into the classroom, more than ready to take on another fun hour of Potions, but by mere chance, spotted Hermione Granger, the most hateful girl to him on this planet, sitting right there in his seat.
Oh, he had shouted, and with great fury too.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" was his demand.
The brown-haired one simply gave him an evil look and murmured with great nonchalance, "Why, taking class, of course."
That had done it. The great Draco Malfoy almost burst into tears right then and there, and had it not been for the audience surrounding him, he would have, but instead, he put on his trademark Malfoy smirk, and said, "Well then, Miss Granger, -you- are in -my- seat, so I suggest you get out and find yourself another one. Far away from the one mentioned, preferably."
"Oh, but Mr. Malfoy, I assure you, this -was- the seat assigned to me by Mr. Snape, and hence, I suggest -you- go find -yourself- another one. Far away from my own, preferably," retorted the girl smugly.
Those blue eyes narrowed ever so much as Malfoy glared at Hermione.
"Now, listen-"
Very fortunately, it was at that moment that Snape decided to walk in, or out, rather from the inside of one his many cabinets. (How or why he was in there in the first place, we shan't know...yet) It would seem that the Potions master was quite disheveled (as his sleek black hair was ruffled to an extent it had never reached before and his snug-fitting robe was twisted and tugged to odd angles) as well as extremely irritated, for he took one look at the situation and immediately barked, "Malfoy, sit -there-, in that empty seat next to Granger's. Say anything, and I'll have you sent to detention."
Said boy opened and closed his mouth a few times, quite uncharacteristically, might I add, before finally shutting it with great vehemence and stomping to his newly assigned seat.
And now, after both parties have settled comfortably in their new settings, the argument begins.
"You -will- pay," he hissed, looking nowhere in particular, although anyone would be able to figure out to whom he was talking to.
"No, no, it is -you- who is paying. I can't believe you -ripped the page- out of the -library's- textbook and blamed it on ME!" Hermione ranted in response.
For a moment, and a moment only, Malfoy looked just the slightest bit sheepish, but that moment passed quickly, and he was back to his usual sneer. After all, it hadn't been -his- fault that the silly textbook ripped. It was only because that theorem on there made no sense whatsoever and the diagram of the triangle connected to the circle looked so much like a goatee that it confused him -even- more, and so, out of pure frustration, his hand worked on their own, found their way to the page, and...tore it out.
"Well, if you hadn't told me to rely on the stupid book and instead, taught it yourself, we wouldn't have this problem, now would we?" questioned Malfoy, crossly.
"I'd -volunteered- to teach it to you, but you -insisted- to use the textbook, so whose fault would it be?" taunted Hermione.
"Oh, you just shut up. Besides, now that we're kicked out the library, maybe the Prof will see how pointless this whole thing is. I haven't learned a single thing since you've started teaching me, and I doubt I will, so-"
"You haven't learned a single thing? Well, what about the sixty percent you received for that test yesterday, huh? We've only been into lessons for a week, and you've already brought your test grades up FOURTY PERCENT! You explain to me how you haven't learned a single thing!"
"Granger!"
"Well, for -your- information, it was -fifty-nine- percent, and therefore, that would only be bringing it up THIRTY PERCENT, so you can just quit that attitude about it!"
"Malfoy!"
"THIRTY? ARE YOU GETTING SO DAFT THAT YOU CAN'T EVEN DO BASIC MATH RIGHT? IT'S THIRTY NINE, YOU DOLT, THIRTY NINE!"
"WELL, THAT JUST PROVES MY POINT! NOT ONLY HAVE I NOT LEARNED ANYTHING FROM THESE LESSONS WITH YOU, I'VE ALSO FORGOTTEN STUFF! I CAN'T AFFORD TO FORGET STUFF!!!"
"GRANGER! MALFOY!"
"SHUT UP!" both said simultaneously.
Did I mention that along with the 'shut up', there were also two Potions textbooks (hardcover, might I add) flung into the air out of pure irritation? Oh, and those textbooks just happened to travel in this nice parabolic curve and land just so perfectly on...
...Professor Snape's head.
And thus, Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger came to realize that they were still in the middle of class, there were still other people surrounding them, and they had just thrown a textbook (one each) at their Professor's head. That and the fact that Snape didn't look all too pleased about the newly accumulated bump on his forehead...
"GRANGER! MALFOY! OUT!!!"
"Huh? But where do we-"
"I DON'T CARE! I'VE HAD IT! JUST GO OUT! OUT! ANYWHERE! OUT! I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU TOO, AT LEAST, NOT TOGETHER! OUT!"
And so, with all the pride they could muster, the two students filed out of the room, trying hard to ignore the howls of laughter following them. Oh, they'd deal with that later.
***
"So tell me, Granger, why are we at the kitchen?"
"So tell me, Malfoy, why did you engage me in a shouting match and then lead me here?"
"So tell me, Granger, why did follow me here?"
"So tell me, Malfoy, why are we still walking together?"
"So tell me, Granger why...why...you know, where are the bloody elves? I came all the way down here after being kicked out of class just so I can get some of those new strawberry tarts, and look what happens! There are -no- bloody elves!"
Hermione snorted at this.
"So there -was- a reason you walked this way. Well, for your information, I finally got the S.P.E.W. project across to Dumbledore, and he has permitted a day off for the elves. They needn't work till mealtimes," was the reply.
Malfoy's eyes glittered dangerously as he sized Hermione up.
"-Your- S.P.E.W. project has let the elves off?"
"Yes, and what have you against it?"
"Well, that's just bloody-"
"Would you -stop- saying bloody? It's getting bloody annoying and you are -infecting me with it-!"
"Oh, quiet now! As I was saying, because of -you-, -I- can't get my bloody strawberry tarts!"
"Oh, bloo-" catching herself just in time, Hermione swallowed and refrained from saying the bloo...err, blasted word. "Oh, curse it! For that matter, why are -you- eating strawberry tarts anyway? Strawberry tarts are for girls!"
"Being sexist, are we?"
The two archenemies glared at each other. You know, it's really become a routine for them, now that it's thought about. Shout, glare, shout, glare; it would seem as if that's all they knew to do with each other. As if both realized this at the same time, their glaring match abruptly came to its end and the two were left shuffling their feet in the uncomfortable silence.
It suddenly dawned on them that they were alone...in a room...together.
"You know," Malfoy muttered. "For a straight E student, you sure seem calm about being kicked out of class."
"Yeah? Well, unlike a certain someone, my life doesn't revolve around Potions, so I don't -care- whether I'm kicked out of it or not," retorted the girl with a roll of her eyes.
"Hmph! Well!"
It was at this time that Malfoy started snickering despite himself.
"And what, Mr. Malfoy, is so funny?"
"Snape!!! He...he...HE HAD A BOOK THROWN AT HIM!"
Hermione eyed the boy oddly.
"Yes, I am aware of that. -We- were the ones that threw it."
"But...but don't you think that's funny?"
"No."
As sudden as it had started, Malfoy stopped the snickering and pouted. Observing the pout, Hermione couldn't help want to laugh, and for the strangest of reasons, found it funnier than the whole 'throw the book and Snape' thing.
"You look like a child denied of candy," she remarked, unable to help it.
"Yeah? Well, you look like...like..."
"Nevermind. I doubt you'll come up with anything intelligent anyway. Besides, we need to get out of here. I doubt we'd be in good care if Filtch were to spot us," Hermione pointed out matter-of-factly.
It was a this precise moment that the entrance to the kitchen was heard opening, and footsteps rang out.
"Hey, any of yer elves 'ere?"
The two teens glanced at each other and gulped.
"FILTCH! RUNNNN!!!!!!!!"
***
End of Chapter 3-A
***
A/N: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I CLIFFED YOU! It means, by the way, I left you at a cliffhanger. Hehe. I had to do that so I can continue it. And now, I'll want to continue it, because I hate leaving my poor readers at a cliffy. =^- ^= Oh, I just realized I forgot to explain why Hermione was in Potions with him. *laughs at own stupidity* It's okay, I'll do it in B. It'll make more sense anyway. Oh, and beware, 3-B is going to have some... 'interesting' moments between the two. ^_- (If you get my meaning.) Anyway, to show you support me, REVIEW! ^-^
P.S. I just realized that my first two chapters have horrible grammar. I'll go back and correct those when I have time. THANKSGIVING!