Slytherin Mudblood
General disclaimers apply.
Chapter Two: The Boy
Many, many hours later, Jean got off the plane, her body stiff and exhausted. She groaned when she thought of the day-long journey on the Hogwarts Express. But that was to be worried about later. Now, she had to get to Diagon Alley and find a room for the night. There was almost no chance to get a room at the Leaky Cauldron, but it was worth a try. So, while taking a taxicab to get to Diagon Alley, she went through the list of stuff she needed to get.
She unrolled the parchment, sighing at the stuff she had to get.
Fifth-year students will require:
The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 5, by Miranda Goshawk History of Magic, Volume 2, by Bathilda Bagshot Potions and Antidotes, Volume 3, by Arsenius Bunsen Vampires and Werewolves, by Lupo Diggel With Werewolves Till Dawn, by Amanda Wilharm
Further we suggest The Dark Arts - Self Defence in 20 Easy Steps, by Quirin Sumo. It is not required, though.
She let the parchment snap back into the roll, and leaned back into her seat, giving Azrael's cage an affectionate tap. "Looks like this is going to be one boring year, ain't it, Azrael?"
They arrived at the Leaky Cauldron maybe half an hour later, and the driver helped her to heave her trunk onto the sidewalk. The burly man scratched his head. "You sure you can handle it from here on, young lady?"
Jean gave him a trademark Slytherin smile, and he recoiled. "Course I am." The man gave a hasty nod, and took flight. Jean grinned, and entered the Leaky Cauldron, pulling her trunk along behind her.
Tom, the barkeeper, gave her a smile. "Ah, Miss Weiss, back again, I see? Lookin' for a room?" Jean nodded, and Tom gave a little flick with his wand that had suddenly appeared in his hand, levitating her trunk into the air. "You're lucky, there's one free room. Want it?" He gave her a mischievous smile, and Jean sighed.
"Of course I want it." And she followed him up the stairs, carrying Azrael's cage as her trunk floated behind them.
Tom opened her room with another flick of his wand, and stepped aside. "All yours, Jean."
Jean smiled, giving her trunk a light tap that made it float into the room. She was just about to walk into the room herself when a sneering voice made her stop.
"Well, well, well, if that isn't the Mudblood." Jean turned around, finding herself face-to-face with Draco 'Annoys the living Hell out of you' Malfoy. He grinned. "Really, are you able to afford this? I didn't know your Mum was that rich."
Jean gave him a slight glare and turned around. "Go fuck yourself, Malfoy." With that, she slammed the door shut in his face.
With a low groan, she flopped down on the big canopy bed, her arm dangling off the side. Azrael hooted softly, and she smiled, opening his cage. The large grey bird climbed out, clicking his beak. She smiled. "Sorry I had you locked up in there so long, darling. I doubt the stewardesses would have appreciated an owl in their plane." She chuckled at the idea, and stood up, walking over to the window.
The noise from Diagon Alley was shut out magically, but Jean opened the window, letting it in, and allowing Azrael to fly outside. She sighed, sitting on the windowsill and watching the busy street.
Gringotts was down the street, large and white in the afternoon sun, and Jean smiled as she saw six red heads come down the road, accompanied by a tall, thin boy with a mass of night-black hair and glasses, and a girl with bushy long hair. The Weasleys, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. She smirked evilly as Harry's eyes wandered down the street, and up to the Leaky Cauldron. No doubt they were staying there, too. Their eyes met, and Jean winked at him, Slytherin smirk still in place. Harry looked away quickly.
With a low chuckle, Jean hopped off the windowsill and opened her trunk, pulling out her robes. They were too small, she would have to get new ones. Perhaps she should donate them to Ginny Weasley, another of the Weasley brats, and in her year. She smiled at the idea. //One good deed every day, ain't it?// She put the robes over her arm, and put on a coat, slipping her wand into the pocket. Then, whistling merrily, she went outside.
She was halfway down the stairs when the Weasley clan appeared in the pub, and Harry and Hermione came up the stairs. Jean had to keep from grinning too wide. When she passed them, she nodded at Hermione, letting her hand brush Harry's side slightly, giving him a mischievous grin. "Harry, Hermione." And she left the pub in a far better mood than she had been in all day.
She met some people from her class, but Alicia was nowhere in sight, and Jean went to get all her stuff. Flourish and Blotts was filled to bursting, and the shop clerks hardly could handle the amount of people. Jean was glad to leave again, a bag filled with books in her hand. She had just exited the shop when she bumped straight into someone. Her bag fell to the ground, spilling her books on the street. "Shit!"
She had knocked the someone over, and he was now slowly standing up again, while Jean knelt down and picked up her books. She almost growled when she didn't find With Werewolves Till Dawn amongst them.
A slender white hand came into her view, holding the book out. "Looking for this?"
Jean looked up, and straight into two astoundingly black eyes. She blinked. "Yeah. Thanks." She reached out, but the boy pulled his hand back. Jean stared at him.
He smirked. "How about an apology for running me over?"
Jean stood up, stuffing the books back into her bag then holding her hand out demandingly. "Could you please give me back my book? It was really expensive." She took a closer look now, and had to admit that he was stunningly attractive. His long black hair fell into his eyes, he was tall and slender, but not thin, and his mouth had a nice curve in it that made him look like he was grinning all the time.
He took a look at the book, then at her, and looked back at the book. "Wonder how you could buy this in the first place. Muggle-born, aren't you?" He smirked evilly, and Jean felt her ears go red. "I think I'll be generous. Here." He held the book out for her with that annoying smirk, and Jean snatched it away from him.
"Thanks, asshole." She stuffed it into her bag, and turned around with a growl.
"Nice day to you, too." He laughed, and Jean almost ran into the Robes Shop.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Two hours later Jean was sitting in the Leaky Cauldron, sipping butterbeer and reading the Daily Prophet, when a loud yell made her jerk up.
"JEANNIE!!"
Seconds later she was almost knocked off her chair when something threw its arms around her neck. "A... Alicia?"
The small blond witch grinned toothily at her friend. "Long time no see, Jean." She hopped onto a chair beside Jean, and grinned. "Survived the summer, I see."
Jean hit Alicia affectionately on the arm. "Course I did. What did you think?" She closed the Daily Prophet and offered her bottle with butterbeer to her friend. "Anything interesting happening while I was away?"
Alicia suddenly got very secretive. She leaned closer, and her voice became very quiet. "I heard that we'd get a new student. Some teacher's relative, rumours are."
Jean grinned at the thought. Maybe some relative of Flitwick. She chuckled. "Do you have any idea whose it could be?"
Alicia shrugged her shoulders. "Not a jot. But it's supposed to be a boy."
Jean nodded, then remembered her encounter with the annoying brat only two hours earlier. "You won't believe what happened today."
Alicia looked at her questioningly, and Jean told her everything about the strange boy. Alicia's face got thoughtful. "What if... what if he's the new student?"
Jean shuddered. "Oh, Heaven forbid, I hope not. He's a real asshole. Was all superior. He wishes." She snorted.
Suddenly, Alicia's eyes widened, and when Jean turned around, her jaw dropped. The boy from Flourish and Blotts was standing behind them, grinning broadly.
"Well, hello there. Jean, is it? You and your friend have figured it out already?"
Jean felt the urge to wipe that annoying grin off his face, but she just turned back to Alicia, ignoring the handsome boy in her back. "We didn't ask for your opinion."
Alicia gasped, and seconds later Jean felt his warm breath against her neck, and heard his voice, his mouth right next to her ear. "Hope I'll get into Slytherin, honey. This could be three very funny years." And he pressed a kiss to her cheek, moving back and disappearing up the stairs.
Jean sat frozen to the spot. He had kissed her. He had fucking kissed her. A low "Eewww..." poured over her lips, and she shuddered.
Alicia stared at her friend. "He... he kissed you."
"Thanks for pointing that out, Al." Jean felt like banging her head on the table. He was attractive, yes, but he was an asshole from the book. She sighed deeply, wiping at her cheek with her sleeve. "I think I'm going to be sick."
"What, looked into a mirror?" Draco appeared, sitting down opposite them with a grin.
Jean sighed. One more asshole to cope with. "Can't you just go and play with something really, really poisonous?"
He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "Like you, for instance?"
Jean felt how her ears reddened, and her hands balled into fists. "Go and be dead for a while, Malfoy." With that she stood up and stomped up the stairs, Alicia following with a frown.
General disclaimers apply.
Chapter Two: The Boy
Many, many hours later, Jean got off the plane, her body stiff and exhausted. She groaned when she thought of the day-long journey on the Hogwarts Express. But that was to be worried about later. Now, she had to get to Diagon Alley and find a room for the night. There was almost no chance to get a room at the Leaky Cauldron, but it was worth a try. So, while taking a taxicab to get to Diagon Alley, she went through the list of stuff she needed to get.
She unrolled the parchment, sighing at the stuff she had to get.
Fifth-year students will require:
The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 5, by Miranda Goshawk History of Magic, Volume 2, by Bathilda Bagshot Potions and Antidotes, Volume 3, by Arsenius Bunsen Vampires and Werewolves, by Lupo Diggel With Werewolves Till Dawn, by Amanda Wilharm
Further we suggest The Dark Arts - Self Defence in 20 Easy Steps, by Quirin Sumo. It is not required, though.
She let the parchment snap back into the roll, and leaned back into her seat, giving Azrael's cage an affectionate tap. "Looks like this is going to be one boring year, ain't it, Azrael?"
They arrived at the Leaky Cauldron maybe half an hour later, and the driver helped her to heave her trunk onto the sidewalk. The burly man scratched his head. "You sure you can handle it from here on, young lady?"
Jean gave him a trademark Slytherin smile, and he recoiled. "Course I am." The man gave a hasty nod, and took flight. Jean grinned, and entered the Leaky Cauldron, pulling her trunk along behind her.
Tom, the barkeeper, gave her a smile. "Ah, Miss Weiss, back again, I see? Lookin' for a room?" Jean nodded, and Tom gave a little flick with his wand that had suddenly appeared in his hand, levitating her trunk into the air. "You're lucky, there's one free room. Want it?" He gave her a mischievous smile, and Jean sighed.
"Of course I want it." And she followed him up the stairs, carrying Azrael's cage as her trunk floated behind them.
Tom opened her room with another flick of his wand, and stepped aside. "All yours, Jean."
Jean smiled, giving her trunk a light tap that made it float into the room. She was just about to walk into the room herself when a sneering voice made her stop.
"Well, well, well, if that isn't the Mudblood." Jean turned around, finding herself face-to-face with Draco 'Annoys the living Hell out of you' Malfoy. He grinned. "Really, are you able to afford this? I didn't know your Mum was that rich."
Jean gave him a slight glare and turned around. "Go fuck yourself, Malfoy." With that, she slammed the door shut in his face.
With a low groan, she flopped down on the big canopy bed, her arm dangling off the side. Azrael hooted softly, and she smiled, opening his cage. The large grey bird climbed out, clicking his beak. She smiled. "Sorry I had you locked up in there so long, darling. I doubt the stewardesses would have appreciated an owl in their plane." She chuckled at the idea, and stood up, walking over to the window.
The noise from Diagon Alley was shut out magically, but Jean opened the window, letting it in, and allowing Azrael to fly outside. She sighed, sitting on the windowsill and watching the busy street.
Gringotts was down the street, large and white in the afternoon sun, and Jean smiled as she saw six red heads come down the road, accompanied by a tall, thin boy with a mass of night-black hair and glasses, and a girl with bushy long hair. The Weasleys, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. She smirked evilly as Harry's eyes wandered down the street, and up to the Leaky Cauldron. No doubt they were staying there, too. Their eyes met, and Jean winked at him, Slytherin smirk still in place. Harry looked away quickly.
With a low chuckle, Jean hopped off the windowsill and opened her trunk, pulling out her robes. They were too small, she would have to get new ones. Perhaps she should donate them to Ginny Weasley, another of the Weasley brats, and in her year. She smiled at the idea. //One good deed every day, ain't it?// She put the robes over her arm, and put on a coat, slipping her wand into the pocket. Then, whistling merrily, she went outside.
She was halfway down the stairs when the Weasley clan appeared in the pub, and Harry and Hermione came up the stairs. Jean had to keep from grinning too wide. When she passed them, she nodded at Hermione, letting her hand brush Harry's side slightly, giving him a mischievous grin. "Harry, Hermione." And she left the pub in a far better mood than she had been in all day.
She met some people from her class, but Alicia was nowhere in sight, and Jean went to get all her stuff. Flourish and Blotts was filled to bursting, and the shop clerks hardly could handle the amount of people. Jean was glad to leave again, a bag filled with books in her hand. She had just exited the shop when she bumped straight into someone. Her bag fell to the ground, spilling her books on the street. "Shit!"
She had knocked the someone over, and he was now slowly standing up again, while Jean knelt down and picked up her books. She almost growled when she didn't find With Werewolves Till Dawn amongst them.
A slender white hand came into her view, holding the book out. "Looking for this?"
Jean looked up, and straight into two astoundingly black eyes. She blinked. "Yeah. Thanks." She reached out, but the boy pulled his hand back. Jean stared at him.
He smirked. "How about an apology for running me over?"
Jean stood up, stuffing the books back into her bag then holding her hand out demandingly. "Could you please give me back my book? It was really expensive." She took a closer look now, and had to admit that he was stunningly attractive. His long black hair fell into his eyes, he was tall and slender, but not thin, and his mouth had a nice curve in it that made him look like he was grinning all the time.
He took a look at the book, then at her, and looked back at the book. "Wonder how you could buy this in the first place. Muggle-born, aren't you?" He smirked evilly, and Jean felt her ears go red. "I think I'll be generous. Here." He held the book out for her with that annoying smirk, and Jean snatched it away from him.
"Thanks, asshole." She stuffed it into her bag, and turned around with a growl.
"Nice day to you, too." He laughed, and Jean almost ran into the Robes Shop.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Two hours later Jean was sitting in the Leaky Cauldron, sipping butterbeer and reading the Daily Prophet, when a loud yell made her jerk up.
"JEANNIE!!"
Seconds later she was almost knocked off her chair when something threw its arms around her neck. "A... Alicia?"
The small blond witch grinned toothily at her friend. "Long time no see, Jean." She hopped onto a chair beside Jean, and grinned. "Survived the summer, I see."
Jean hit Alicia affectionately on the arm. "Course I did. What did you think?" She closed the Daily Prophet and offered her bottle with butterbeer to her friend. "Anything interesting happening while I was away?"
Alicia suddenly got very secretive. She leaned closer, and her voice became very quiet. "I heard that we'd get a new student. Some teacher's relative, rumours are."
Jean grinned at the thought. Maybe some relative of Flitwick. She chuckled. "Do you have any idea whose it could be?"
Alicia shrugged her shoulders. "Not a jot. But it's supposed to be a boy."
Jean nodded, then remembered her encounter with the annoying brat only two hours earlier. "You won't believe what happened today."
Alicia looked at her questioningly, and Jean told her everything about the strange boy. Alicia's face got thoughtful. "What if... what if he's the new student?"
Jean shuddered. "Oh, Heaven forbid, I hope not. He's a real asshole. Was all superior. He wishes." She snorted.
Suddenly, Alicia's eyes widened, and when Jean turned around, her jaw dropped. The boy from Flourish and Blotts was standing behind them, grinning broadly.
"Well, hello there. Jean, is it? You and your friend have figured it out already?"
Jean felt the urge to wipe that annoying grin off his face, but she just turned back to Alicia, ignoring the handsome boy in her back. "We didn't ask for your opinion."
Alicia gasped, and seconds later Jean felt his warm breath against her neck, and heard his voice, his mouth right next to her ear. "Hope I'll get into Slytherin, honey. This could be three very funny years." And he pressed a kiss to her cheek, moving back and disappearing up the stairs.
Jean sat frozen to the spot. He had kissed her. He had fucking kissed her. A low "Eewww..." poured over her lips, and she shuddered.
Alicia stared at her friend. "He... he kissed you."
"Thanks for pointing that out, Al." Jean felt like banging her head on the table. He was attractive, yes, but he was an asshole from the book. She sighed deeply, wiping at her cheek with her sleeve. "I think I'm going to be sick."
"What, looked into a mirror?" Draco appeared, sitting down opposite them with a grin.
Jean sighed. One more asshole to cope with. "Can't you just go and play with something really, really poisonous?"
He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "Like you, for instance?"
Jean felt how her ears reddened, and her hands balled into fists. "Go and be dead for a while, Malfoy." With that she stood up and stomped up the stairs, Alicia following with a frown.