"You're going to the Yule Ball with Bella?" asked a surprised Ron. Harry thought he heard a hint of joy in Ron's voice, thinking he probably wanted to ask Hermione to go, but was afraid Harry might first. Hermione was red, and mumbling again.
"His parents were killed by an evil overlord. That is just the peachiest thing I know of…" she said quietly so only she could hear.
"Yeah, I asked her last night. She said she would love to, but now I'm not so sure. Maybe she'd fancy taking Malfoy instead." Said Harry.
"Well, he is more attractive than you," said Hermione.
"What?" yelled Ron in horror. "You're joking, right?"
"No. I mean, come on, he's an ass, but you must admit he's a gorgeous one at that."
"Do you believe what you're hearing Harry?" Ron asked.
"Yeah. This is psycho-freak Hermione we're listening to. Anything's possible." Replied Harry.
"At least my parents aren't dead at the expense of some power-hungry crackpot!" screamed Hermione as she ran ahead of them.
"At least mine died knowing they weren't feeling around people's mouths all day!" Harry yelled back.
"Ignore her, mate. She's mental. Absolutely, positively mental." Said Ron.
Defense Against the Dark Arts was rather eventful. Their new teacher, Professor Finks, was certainly better than Umbridge. For one, he knew what he was talking about, and two, he didn't torture the children. Today they were learning to use Patronus's, something Harry knew greatly of. Professor Lupin had taught them in 3rd year, but after that, the subject was pretty much dropped. But today, they were going up against boggarts made to look like dementors, and had to test their Patronus.
"Alright, Miss Granger, you first. That's it, step closer. Now!" shouted Professor Finks, and Hermione created her Patronus, a beautiful swan. The swan chased away the fake dementor and everyone clapped. "Perfect." He added as Hermione smiled and sat back down in her seat. "Now, Miss Locke." Christina got up from her seat. She walked up to the front of the room, looking somewhat nervous, but overall confident. Professor Finks shouted once more, and she created her Patronus. It was a unicorn. It galloped towards the boggart/dementor and knocked it down to the ground. Everyone clapped again and Christina sat down. Next was Dean Thomas, whose Patronus was a Bull, and then it was Malfoy's turn.
"There you are, Mr. Malfoy. When I say it- now!" Called Professor Finks. Malfoy's wand shot out deep green sparks, and a huge anaconda appeared. Everyone pushed back in their chairs, but Draco just stood, waiting for it to attack the fake dementor. The boggart was so frightened, it had run to the back of the classroom. The anaconda slithered down the aisle of desks. It knocked over the desk the boggart was hiding under, and swallowed the fake dementor whole.
"Whoa…" said Seamus Finnegan. Malfoy just stood, his smirk in place, looking very proud of himself.
"Well," said Professor Finks. "Looks like Mr. Malfoy's Patronus was a strong one indeed. I'll have to find another boggart for tomorrow's lesson. Hopefully no one else's Patronus gets hungry. Oh, and Mr.Malfoy, do remember to feed yours. Hunger can drive oneself crazy." The class laughed as the bell rang, and they made their way to the next class.
"Did you see that?" said Susan Barnes. "The snake swallowed it whole!"
"Must be the evil in Malfoy leaking into his Patronus," said Ernie Macmillan. Christina, Draco and the rest of the 'posse' walked together to Divination.
"Damn Draco, what did you do to that thing?" asked Christina.
"Trained it well…" he said still smirking.
"And an anaconda…nice choice." She added.
"Well, they are quite the vicious animals, and I am quite the vicious guy." He said, putting his arm around her shoulder. To his surprise, she didn't move it.
"Ah yes, now I can see where the snake gets it…" she said with another smile. "By the way, when's our next match?"
"You mean Quidditch, or beating the crap out of another mud blood in Potions?" Malfoy asked.
"The first one," said Christina. "And I didn't beat the crap out of her just because she was mud blood. I would have done that to you, Barbie, and you're as pure as they come."
"You still think you could take me on?"
"And win, and eat you for dinner…" she added with a smirk.
"I would take you up on that offer, but I'm afraid Code # 313 restricts it." he said as they walked the corridors.
"Oh, and what does Code # 313 say?" she asked.
"Code number three-hundred and thirteen states that, although women are indeed 'things' as stated in the last code, they are not to be touched without permission first." This was when she noticed the arm on her shoulder.
"Excuse me, Master Malfoy, but I do not believe you asked permission for that," she nodded towards her shoulder.
"Hem hem….Excuse me Miss Locke, but may I rest my arm so graciously on your shoulder?"
"What's the magic word?" she asked.
"What? What are you talking about? There are thousands of magic words."
"Oh," Christina remembered 'the magic word' was a muggle thing. "Say please," she added.
"Please," he groaned.
"Umm….No." she said smiling. Draco removed his arm from her shoulder. "I was just kidding, Draco." She said. By now they had arrived at Divination. They had to climb the rickety old ladder to get into the classroom.
"Ladies first," said Draco, smirking. Potter, Granger, and Weasley arrived and were waiting to get into the classroom as well. Christina began climbing the ladder, and Draco, still smirking, leaned in a bit, along with Crabbe and Goyle.
"One of those codes better damn well state you can't check me out without knowing first, Malfoy, because if not, I'll shove my foot so far up your- Good morning Professor Trelawney!" she was cut off as she arrived in the tower.
"You're sick, Malfoy." Said Hermione.
"Granger! So wonderful to see you again!" Draco said sarcastically. "There's something on your face…oh, wait a minute, that's just mud. Leave it, it blends with the rest of you."
"I'll Avada Kedavra you all the way to California, Malfoy."
"What are you rambling about fornication, Granger?" he laughed as he climbed the ladder, and Crabbe and Goyle followed.
"I'm gonna gut him like a fish," said Hermione as she climbed the ladder as well, Harry and Ron following, looking somewhat scared of Hermione.
"His parents were killed by an evil overlord. That is just the peachiest thing I know of…" she said quietly so only she could hear.
"Yeah, I asked her last night. She said she would love to, but now I'm not so sure. Maybe she'd fancy taking Malfoy instead." Said Harry.
"Well, he is more attractive than you," said Hermione.
"What?" yelled Ron in horror. "You're joking, right?"
"No. I mean, come on, he's an ass, but you must admit he's a gorgeous one at that."
"Do you believe what you're hearing Harry?" Ron asked.
"Yeah. This is psycho-freak Hermione we're listening to. Anything's possible." Replied Harry.
"At least my parents aren't dead at the expense of some power-hungry crackpot!" screamed Hermione as she ran ahead of them.
"At least mine died knowing they weren't feeling around people's mouths all day!" Harry yelled back.
"Ignore her, mate. She's mental. Absolutely, positively mental." Said Ron.
Defense Against the Dark Arts was rather eventful. Their new teacher, Professor Finks, was certainly better than Umbridge. For one, he knew what he was talking about, and two, he didn't torture the children. Today they were learning to use Patronus's, something Harry knew greatly of. Professor Lupin had taught them in 3rd year, but after that, the subject was pretty much dropped. But today, they were going up against boggarts made to look like dementors, and had to test their Patronus.
"Alright, Miss Granger, you first. That's it, step closer. Now!" shouted Professor Finks, and Hermione created her Patronus, a beautiful swan. The swan chased away the fake dementor and everyone clapped. "Perfect." He added as Hermione smiled and sat back down in her seat. "Now, Miss Locke." Christina got up from her seat. She walked up to the front of the room, looking somewhat nervous, but overall confident. Professor Finks shouted once more, and she created her Patronus. It was a unicorn. It galloped towards the boggart/dementor and knocked it down to the ground. Everyone clapped again and Christina sat down. Next was Dean Thomas, whose Patronus was a Bull, and then it was Malfoy's turn.
"There you are, Mr. Malfoy. When I say it- now!" Called Professor Finks. Malfoy's wand shot out deep green sparks, and a huge anaconda appeared. Everyone pushed back in their chairs, but Draco just stood, waiting for it to attack the fake dementor. The boggart was so frightened, it had run to the back of the classroom. The anaconda slithered down the aisle of desks. It knocked over the desk the boggart was hiding under, and swallowed the fake dementor whole.
"Whoa…" said Seamus Finnegan. Malfoy just stood, his smirk in place, looking very proud of himself.
"Well," said Professor Finks. "Looks like Mr. Malfoy's Patronus was a strong one indeed. I'll have to find another boggart for tomorrow's lesson. Hopefully no one else's Patronus gets hungry. Oh, and Mr.Malfoy, do remember to feed yours. Hunger can drive oneself crazy." The class laughed as the bell rang, and they made their way to the next class.
"Did you see that?" said Susan Barnes. "The snake swallowed it whole!"
"Must be the evil in Malfoy leaking into his Patronus," said Ernie Macmillan. Christina, Draco and the rest of the 'posse' walked together to Divination.
"Damn Draco, what did you do to that thing?" asked Christina.
"Trained it well…" he said still smirking.
"And an anaconda…nice choice." She added.
"Well, they are quite the vicious animals, and I am quite the vicious guy." He said, putting his arm around her shoulder. To his surprise, she didn't move it.
"Ah yes, now I can see where the snake gets it…" she said with another smile. "By the way, when's our next match?"
"You mean Quidditch, or beating the crap out of another mud blood in Potions?" Malfoy asked.
"The first one," said Christina. "And I didn't beat the crap out of her just because she was mud blood. I would have done that to you, Barbie, and you're as pure as they come."
"You still think you could take me on?"
"And win, and eat you for dinner…" she added with a smirk.
"I would take you up on that offer, but I'm afraid Code # 313 restricts it." he said as they walked the corridors.
"Oh, and what does Code # 313 say?" she asked.
"Code number three-hundred and thirteen states that, although women are indeed 'things' as stated in the last code, they are not to be touched without permission first." This was when she noticed the arm on her shoulder.
"Excuse me, Master Malfoy, but I do not believe you asked permission for that," she nodded towards her shoulder.
"Hem hem….Excuse me Miss Locke, but may I rest my arm so graciously on your shoulder?"
"What's the magic word?" she asked.
"What? What are you talking about? There are thousands of magic words."
"Oh," Christina remembered 'the magic word' was a muggle thing. "Say please," she added.
"Please," he groaned.
"Umm….No." she said smiling. Draco removed his arm from her shoulder. "I was just kidding, Draco." She said. By now they had arrived at Divination. They had to climb the rickety old ladder to get into the classroom.
"Ladies first," said Draco, smirking. Potter, Granger, and Weasley arrived and were waiting to get into the classroom as well. Christina began climbing the ladder, and Draco, still smirking, leaned in a bit, along with Crabbe and Goyle.
"One of those codes better damn well state you can't check me out without knowing first, Malfoy, because if not, I'll shove my foot so far up your- Good morning Professor Trelawney!" she was cut off as she arrived in the tower.
"You're sick, Malfoy." Said Hermione.
"Granger! So wonderful to see you again!" Draco said sarcastically. "There's something on your face…oh, wait a minute, that's just mud. Leave it, it blends with the rest of you."
"I'll Avada Kedavra you all the way to California, Malfoy."
"What are you rambling about fornication, Granger?" he laughed as he climbed the ladder, and Crabbe and Goyle followed.
"I'm gonna gut him like a fish," said Hermione as she climbed the ladder as well, Harry and Ron following, looking somewhat scared of Hermione.