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Every hero becomes a bore at last.
A/N: Here. I am updating. Sorry if it will take a while, it is just that school has started and the big one - zero is important. Oh and I'd like to dedicate this chapter to, the one and only, TOM FELTON! Yes, today young Tom turned sixteen. The sweet sixteen. Happy 16th! - Okay I made that on the 22nd, but couldn't update then, but still Happy late 16th!
Touch Me Not
The sun shone brightly and the birds sang with joy. The bright orange sphere was slowly rising, causing a glimmer on the lake. As the crisp September wind flew over the emerald hills, a lone figure woke.
Emily opened her eyes and sat up. She rubbed her lower back, and detangled the leaves in her hair. With a grim smile on her face she looked out from her mat of black hair to find that she was still outside. As last nights memories flooded back into her mind, she sighed with defeat. He'll never take me back.
"What a fucking load of crap." Draco pushed through the crowd of students in the hall trying to get to Charms. He was pissed. How else could you explain his anger? Emily lied. He slammed into a solid figure, and kept on walking.
"Watch where you are going asshole!" Draco whirled around, recognizing the voice. His silver eyes met with those all too familiar honey ones. They belonged to a tall, tan, and dark haired young man.
"Zabini?!" Draco swallowed and stood his ground. "You bitch!" He took a swing at the tall boy causing him to fall back into the wall.
Blaise stared at him crossly and held his cheek in his palm. "Well its just bloody corking to see you too!" He dusted off his robes and nodded behind Draco.
"Well, I see you have found Mister Zabini, Draco." Professor Dumbledore looked evenly at him, for the young blond had grown quite a lot over the summer, through his half moon spectacles.
"Why is he here Headmaster? And why?" Draco had the urge to kick in Blaise's teeth as he grinned at him.
"Mr. Zabini did not attend Hogwarts during the month of October, Draco. It was an everlasting polyjuice, used by Kirk Nott. Therefore, all charges were dropped." Immediately after, Draco began to feel faint. 'Nott's dad practically raped Emily.'
"Excuse me Headmaster, but does O'Leary know?" Draco stiffened as her name escaped his lips.
Dumbledore nodded and gave him a small grin. "Yes. Do tell her I said hello. Cheerio!" Draco cursed under his breath at the Headmaster.
"So Draco, when are we to have band practice?" Blaise grinned toothily. Draco just shook his head and walked away.
"The reverberations from classic dueling causes a magnetic force that pulls solar charged particles that are brought into our atmosphere. The sparks from poorly completed spells mixed with the particles make the Aurora Borealis." Emily took in a breath and looked over at Hermione, who also had her hand up to answer the Astronomy question. She had a slight pout on her face, but was turned into a scowl when Emily smiled smugly at her. The professor then continued on after congratulating Emily on her perfect answer.
"Stop trying to be me Granger." Hermione looked up from her books and glared up at Emily. She continued walking down the hall in silence.
A flash of silver-blond hair caught her eye as she turned the corner. Her head dropped along with her heart. This bites the big one. But alongside it was a patch of that dark hair belonging to Blaise. She couldn't have been more happier when she found out it wasn't him that killed her. (That sounds really odd)
As Emily stared longingly after him a dark, solid figure blocked her way. She looked up and saw none other than the boy who lived. She turned to walk away, because let's face it, she didn't like Harry. But he stopped her by grabbing hold of her left shoulder.
"Emily, I've been wanting to speak with you. Would you please come to the pitch with me?" His voice was soft and barely audible. Emily opened her mouth to say 'no' but something in his emerald eyes had changed her mind. There was deep sorrow in those green whirlpools.
She looked up at him, her dark hair falling into her eyes. "Sure, but we've got to leg it, because I am keen on having a short kip."
Harry led her onto the quidditch pitch, stopping in front of the broom shed. The wind was growing fierce and the temperature was dropping. The brisk September breeze was no longer in the air as the bitter October gust swept through. Emily held tight to her thin cloak and looked up at Harry. She raised her eyebrows in question.
"Well, I brought you here to ask you something really. See I've, well, erm This is difficult. Just promise me you won't walk away all brassed off. Yes, well since first year I've, well, I have. Erm, I have fancied you greatly." He paused for a moment, searching for her reaction, but she kept the same dry reaction. "Any road, I was wondering, if maybe you would like to have a cuppa sometime?"
Emily tried not to giggle. I am in a deep crisis with my soon to be death eater boyfriend.. Ex-boyfriend at that, and scar face here is asking me out. people have gone barmy around here."Potter, I am in a crisis at the moment. I really do cherish the fact that you fancy my pants, but I cannot go out with you, I am sorry." She turned away quickly, and was gone in a flash of billowing robes.
"Potter I am in a crisis blah blah blah. Bullshit. It is because I am fucking Harry Potter." He kicked a stone and began walking back to the castle. Suddenly he realized something. It is because I am Voldemort's enemy. That is it! "Why am I the boy who lived?!" He yelled as loud as he could.
"Emily, do you really have to do that?" Severus Snape thrust down his quill and spattered ink all over his aging parchment. Emily looked down and furrowed her brows. She stopped pacing and grabbed a hand full of her black locks.
"I cannot help it and you very well know that. As for you, why are you not writing that letter to her? Hmm?" She placed her hands on his desk in front of him and stared down at him.
"It is none of your business." He sighed and picked up his quill. He began muttering little nothings under his breath and rested his head on his palm. "I cannot do this."
At this Emily laughed. Her first laugh in a while. "Oh come on Savvy Sevvie! She tried to chat you up in Diagon Alley, I mean of all places to hit on a fit potions master. This should be a cinch."
Snape grinned and began to write. 'Dearest Estelle.'
Emily walked out of the potions classroom chuckling to herself. She quickened her pace, stealing brief glances at the paintings in the dark corridor. She stopped in front of the dark stone wall and whispered, "Every hero becomes a bore at last," and strolled into the now open walkway. As the wall closed behind her, Snape came out of the darkness.
Severus Snape was never a man to be shy. But when it came to Emily he lost that pride. He had attempted to ask her on several occasions, but her fierce aurora and killing glare kept him from the goal. Emily, to him, was a mystifying and cryptic person. He has heard people call him the creepy un- readable potions professor, and he laughed upon it.
It has been three years since Danny died. Dan O'Leary was Snape's closest friend, and Snape promised to Dan right before he died that he would always take care of Emily. For others it would be easy to ask a child if they wanted to adopted. But Severus feared Emily would protest.
He continued to walk down the corridor and into his office. There he sat, and stared at the half completed letter. Why can't this be easy?
Halloween was now just around the corner. The Great Hall was decorated rather nicely, and all the students were joyous. Although there were those occasional times when Peeves would make the first years wet themselves, everything was jolly good.
Emily entered the Great Hall with her head low. She sauntered over to the Slytherin table and sat next to Blaise. They had quite the awkward stage in the beginning.
When Emily entered the Slytherin Common Room Blaise was sitting in one of the numerous armchairs by the dim fire. He had his back to her, his solid form causing shadows on the stone walls. Emily walked up as quiet as she could, and sat upon the couch next to him. He briefly looked over at her and gave her a weak grin. She returned it with a slight smirk, and looked to the fire. The dancing flames hypnotized Emily. It wasn't until Blaise had tapped her shoulder that she knew he was talking to her. She gazed over at him and shot her eyebrows up.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention." She smiled apologetically. His warm eyes were full of understanding.
"It is ok, I only asked if you could please pass the afghan behind you." As she turned around to pick it up he sat next to her. "Well I guess I'll just sit here. That way you won't be cold and we could share it."
They just sat there for a while. The fire began to die down as Emily let out a small yawn.
"It is getting late, I must go to bed now. Good night Blaise." She pulled her legs out from under her and stood up. Just as she began to walk he grabbed her arm.
"Emily wait." He paused and held her hand What was it like?" His golden eyes swirled with curiosity.
Emily knitted her brows and stared down at him. "What was what like?" She pulled her hand away from him and took a step back.
"Death, Emily. Death." As she ran down the stairs to her dormitory the words rang in her head like a broken victory bell. Death. She forgot all about it.
The next day Blaise came up the steps and rushed over to Emily. "I'm sorry. Really. I didn't mean to be bold, but I could not help it. I am very curious." He sighed and held onto her shoulders. "I'm sorry that I haven't exactly been saying the right things at all since you've been back, I'm sorry for everything. Especially for knocking you off your broom while asking you to go to Hogsmeade with me." She smiled at the memory.
"It is alright, just walk me to class."
Blaise was buttering his toast as Emily took her seat. "Good morning sunshine." Emily wiped the sleep from her eyes and whacked him in the head. Breakfast was soon over and everyone was on their way to class. Today, Slytherin's first class was Double Potions with the Gryffindors.
The dungeons were cold and damp as usual. Emily took her seat and Blaise followed after. They were quite early. One by one, the Gryffindors filed in. And as assumed, Snape made his usual dramatic entrance, robes billowing and all. The class zoomed by with Emily and Hermione racing to answer questions. Of course Emily was called on. The students were still laughing as they walked to Arithmancy.
'Miss Granger stop raising your hand. It makes that thing you call your hair shed everywhere.' It did not make complete sense, but humour is all that is necessary.
Draco was blatantly ignoring Emily. He sat next to Blaise, just the table ahead of her. Sitting next to Emily, behind Blaise was Millicent Bullstrode. She wasn't all that bad once you got to know her. And yes, her and Mitchell were still together.
The fact that he was still angry at her made her extremely mad. Horrible things evaded her mind when she thought of revenge. A little bit of Kitty still remained in her. She held tight onto her royal blue ink jar, and held it under his blond hair. As he leaned back, she pushed it up. His once light hair was now drenched in blue ink. She continued to do so, until the professor ended class. He got up quickly and gathered his books. As he walked out of the classroom giggles were heard everywhere. He just figured he looked incredibly hot as usual, so he went his way.
"Did you do that Em?" Blaise tried to hide his smile behind his hand. Emily nodded and held her books to her chest.
"I can't help it anymore. He just gets me so brassed off you haven't an idea." They laughed silently and traipsed to their next class.
Draco Malfoy walked with his nose high in the air into the boy's washroom. He pushed his hair out of his face, and winked at the mirror. He looked away a little too fast. He whipped his head back to the mirror and screamed. Turns out he screams like a girl.
As a scream resounded in the hall Blaise and Emily fell onto the floor clutching their stomachs. Emily laughed so hard she began to snort. Which eventually caused Blaise to laugh harder. Draco came running out of the washroom and landed right in front of them.
He pointed at Emily and raged with anger. "You little bitch! How could you?" His face was beet red and clashed greatly with his blue hair. The only thing she could do was laugh more.
"You really think it is funny don't you? Well it isn't. You should have remained dead. We all would have been more happy." Emily's laughter stopped. Blaise stood up and whipped out his wand.
"You take that back Malfoy." His voice was edgy and his eyes full of fury. All Draco did was smirk at him.
"What are you going to do Zabini? Throw your wand at me? Get real." Draco stalked away with his head held high. Even if his hair was blue.
Blaise helped Emily up and put a comforting arm around her. "Em, it isn't your fault. Malfoy is just a natural born arse." He grinned at her and pulled her tight to him. They walked down the corridor in complete silence.
"Hiya Harry!" Ginny Weasley followed after the popular bloke. Harry stopped to greet her.
"Hey Ginny. You need anything?" Harry's eyes were downcast as he looked over at Ginny.
"Uhm, no Harry. Just wanted to see how you were doing. Well, I've got Charms to get to. See you later!" Ginny ran off as soon as she came.
Harry walked back to the castle and dawdled down the corridor. As of late, life just sucked for Mr. Potter. None of the Ravenclaws liked him, the Hufflepuffs even frowned upon him. And as usual, the Slytherins hated him. But the oddest thing of all, was that half the Gryffindors hated him too. As the old quote goes, "Every hero becomes a bore at last."
I know this one was a little short, but I HAD to update sometime. I'll update before Thanksgiving. That is a promise.
-SJ
REVIEWS ARE ALWAYS WELCOME!
Every hero becomes a bore at last.
A/N: Here. I am updating. Sorry if it will take a while, it is just that school has started and the big one - zero is important. Oh and I'd like to dedicate this chapter to, the one and only, TOM FELTON! Yes, today young Tom turned sixteen. The sweet sixteen. Happy 16th! - Okay I made that on the 22nd, but couldn't update then, but still Happy late 16th!
Touch Me Not
The sun shone brightly and the birds sang with joy. The bright orange sphere was slowly rising, causing a glimmer on the lake. As the crisp September wind flew over the emerald hills, a lone figure woke.
Emily opened her eyes and sat up. She rubbed her lower back, and detangled the leaves in her hair. With a grim smile on her face she looked out from her mat of black hair to find that she was still outside. As last nights memories flooded back into her mind, she sighed with defeat. He'll never take me back.
"What a fucking load of crap." Draco pushed through the crowd of students in the hall trying to get to Charms. He was pissed. How else could you explain his anger? Emily lied. He slammed into a solid figure, and kept on walking.
"Watch where you are going asshole!" Draco whirled around, recognizing the voice. His silver eyes met with those all too familiar honey ones. They belonged to a tall, tan, and dark haired young man.
"Zabini?!" Draco swallowed and stood his ground. "You bitch!" He took a swing at the tall boy causing him to fall back into the wall.
Blaise stared at him crossly and held his cheek in his palm. "Well its just bloody corking to see you too!" He dusted off his robes and nodded behind Draco.
"Well, I see you have found Mister Zabini, Draco." Professor Dumbledore looked evenly at him, for the young blond had grown quite a lot over the summer, through his half moon spectacles.
"Why is he here Headmaster? And why?" Draco had the urge to kick in Blaise's teeth as he grinned at him.
"Mr. Zabini did not attend Hogwarts during the month of October, Draco. It was an everlasting polyjuice, used by Kirk Nott. Therefore, all charges were dropped." Immediately after, Draco began to feel faint. 'Nott's dad practically raped Emily.'
"Excuse me Headmaster, but does O'Leary know?" Draco stiffened as her name escaped his lips.
Dumbledore nodded and gave him a small grin. "Yes. Do tell her I said hello. Cheerio!" Draco cursed under his breath at the Headmaster.
"So Draco, when are we to have band practice?" Blaise grinned toothily. Draco just shook his head and walked away.
"The reverberations from classic dueling causes a magnetic force that pulls solar charged particles that are brought into our atmosphere. The sparks from poorly completed spells mixed with the particles make the Aurora Borealis." Emily took in a breath and looked over at Hermione, who also had her hand up to answer the Astronomy question. She had a slight pout on her face, but was turned into a scowl when Emily smiled smugly at her. The professor then continued on after congratulating Emily on her perfect answer.
"Stop trying to be me Granger." Hermione looked up from her books and glared up at Emily. She continued walking down the hall in silence.
A flash of silver-blond hair caught her eye as she turned the corner. Her head dropped along with her heart. This bites the big one. But alongside it was a patch of that dark hair belonging to Blaise. She couldn't have been more happier when she found out it wasn't him that killed her. (That sounds really odd)
As Emily stared longingly after him a dark, solid figure blocked her way. She looked up and saw none other than the boy who lived. She turned to walk away, because let's face it, she didn't like Harry. But he stopped her by grabbing hold of her left shoulder.
"Emily, I've been wanting to speak with you. Would you please come to the pitch with me?" His voice was soft and barely audible. Emily opened her mouth to say 'no' but something in his emerald eyes had changed her mind. There was deep sorrow in those green whirlpools.
She looked up at him, her dark hair falling into her eyes. "Sure, but we've got to leg it, because I am keen on having a short kip."
Harry led her onto the quidditch pitch, stopping in front of the broom shed. The wind was growing fierce and the temperature was dropping. The brisk September breeze was no longer in the air as the bitter October gust swept through. Emily held tight to her thin cloak and looked up at Harry. She raised her eyebrows in question.
"Well, I brought you here to ask you something really. See I've, well, erm This is difficult. Just promise me you won't walk away all brassed off. Yes, well since first year I've, well, I have. Erm, I have fancied you greatly." He paused for a moment, searching for her reaction, but she kept the same dry reaction. "Any road, I was wondering, if maybe you would like to have a cuppa sometime?"
Emily tried not to giggle. I am in a deep crisis with my soon to be death eater boyfriend.. Ex-boyfriend at that, and scar face here is asking me out. people have gone barmy around here."Potter, I am in a crisis at the moment. I really do cherish the fact that you fancy my pants, but I cannot go out with you, I am sorry." She turned away quickly, and was gone in a flash of billowing robes.
"Potter I am in a crisis blah blah blah. Bullshit. It is because I am fucking Harry Potter." He kicked a stone and began walking back to the castle. Suddenly he realized something. It is because I am Voldemort's enemy. That is it! "Why am I the boy who lived?!" He yelled as loud as he could.
"Emily, do you really have to do that?" Severus Snape thrust down his quill and spattered ink all over his aging parchment. Emily looked down and furrowed her brows. She stopped pacing and grabbed a hand full of her black locks.
"I cannot help it and you very well know that. As for you, why are you not writing that letter to her? Hmm?" She placed her hands on his desk in front of him and stared down at him.
"It is none of your business." He sighed and picked up his quill. He began muttering little nothings under his breath and rested his head on his palm. "I cannot do this."
At this Emily laughed. Her first laugh in a while. "Oh come on Savvy Sevvie! She tried to chat you up in Diagon Alley, I mean of all places to hit on a fit potions master. This should be a cinch."
Snape grinned and began to write. 'Dearest Estelle.'
Emily walked out of the potions classroom chuckling to herself. She quickened her pace, stealing brief glances at the paintings in the dark corridor. She stopped in front of the dark stone wall and whispered, "Every hero becomes a bore at last," and strolled into the now open walkway. As the wall closed behind her, Snape came out of the darkness.
Severus Snape was never a man to be shy. But when it came to Emily he lost that pride. He had attempted to ask her on several occasions, but her fierce aurora and killing glare kept him from the goal. Emily, to him, was a mystifying and cryptic person. He has heard people call him the creepy un- readable potions professor, and he laughed upon it.
It has been three years since Danny died. Dan O'Leary was Snape's closest friend, and Snape promised to Dan right before he died that he would always take care of Emily. For others it would be easy to ask a child if they wanted to adopted. But Severus feared Emily would protest.
He continued to walk down the corridor and into his office. There he sat, and stared at the half completed letter. Why can't this be easy?
Halloween was now just around the corner. The Great Hall was decorated rather nicely, and all the students were joyous. Although there were those occasional times when Peeves would make the first years wet themselves, everything was jolly good.
Emily entered the Great Hall with her head low. She sauntered over to the Slytherin table and sat next to Blaise. They had quite the awkward stage in the beginning.
When Emily entered the Slytherin Common Room Blaise was sitting in one of the numerous armchairs by the dim fire. He had his back to her, his solid form causing shadows on the stone walls. Emily walked up as quiet as she could, and sat upon the couch next to him. He briefly looked over at her and gave her a weak grin. She returned it with a slight smirk, and looked to the fire. The dancing flames hypnotized Emily. It wasn't until Blaise had tapped her shoulder that she knew he was talking to her. She gazed over at him and shot her eyebrows up.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention." She smiled apologetically. His warm eyes were full of understanding.
"It is ok, I only asked if you could please pass the afghan behind you." As she turned around to pick it up he sat next to her. "Well I guess I'll just sit here. That way you won't be cold and we could share it."
They just sat there for a while. The fire began to die down as Emily let out a small yawn.
"It is getting late, I must go to bed now. Good night Blaise." She pulled her legs out from under her and stood up. Just as she began to walk he grabbed her arm.
"Emily wait." He paused and held her hand What was it like?" His golden eyes swirled with curiosity.
Emily knitted her brows and stared down at him. "What was what like?" She pulled her hand away from him and took a step back.
"Death, Emily. Death." As she ran down the stairs to her dormitory the words rang in her head like a broken victory bell. Death. She forgot all about it.
The next day Blaise came up the steps and rushed over to Emily. "I'm sorry. Really. I didn't mean to be bold, but I could not help it. I am very curious." He sighed and held onto her shoulders. "I'm sorry that I haven't exactly been saying the right things at all since you've been back, I'm sorry for everything. Especially for knocking you off your broom while asking you to go to Hogsmeade with me." She smiled at the memory.
"It is alright, just walk me to class."
Blaise was buttering his toast as Emily took her seat. "Good morning sunshine." Emily wiped the sleep from her eyes and whacked him in the head. Breakfast was soon over and everyone was on their way to class. Today, Slytherin's first class was Double Potions with the Gryffindors.
The dungeons were cold and damp as usual. Emily took her seat and Blaise followed after. They were quite early. One by one, the Gryffindors filed in. And as assumed, Snape made his usual dramatic entrance, robes billowing and all. The class zoomed by with Emily and Hermione racing to answer questions. Of course Emily was called on. The students were still laughing as they walked to Arithmancy.
'Miss Granger stop raising your hand. It makes that thing you call your hair shed everywhere.' It did not make complete sense, but humour is all that is necessary.
Draco was blatantly ignoring Emily. He sat next to Blaise, just the table ahead of her. Sitting next to Emily, behind Blaise was Millicent Bullstrode. She wasn't all that bad once you got to know her. And yes, her and Mitchell were still together.
The fact that he was still angry at her made her extremely mad. Horrible things evaded her mind when she thought of revenge. A little bit of Kitty still remained in her. She held tight onto her royal blue ink jar, and held it under his blond hair. As he leaned back, she pushed it up. His once light hair was now drenched in blue ink. She continued to do so, until the professor ended class. He got up quickly and gathered his books. As he walked out of the classroom giggles were heard everywhere. He just figured he looked incredibly hot as usual, so he went his way.
"Did you do that Em?" Blaise tried to hide his smile behind his hand. Emily nodded and held her books to her chest.
"I can't help it anymore. He just gets me so brassed off you haven't an idea." They laughed silently and traipsed to their next class.
Draco Malfoy walked with his nose high in the air into the boy's washroom. He pushed his hair out of his face, and winked at the mirror. He looked away a little too fast. He whipped his head back to the mirror and screamed. Turns out he screams like a girl.
As a scream resounded in the hall Blaise and Emily fell onto the floor clutching their stomachs. Emily laughed so hard she began to snort. Which eventually caused Blaise to laugh harder. Draco came running out of the washroom and landed right in front of them.
He pointed at Emily and raged with anger. "You little bitch! How could you?" His face was beet red and clashed greatly with his blue hair. The only thing she could do was laugh more.
"You really think it is funny don't you? Well it isn't. You should have remained dead. We all would have been more happy." Emily's laughter stopped. Blaise stood up and whipped out his wand.
"You take that back Malfoy." His voice was edgy and his eyes full of fury. All Draco did was smirk at him.
"What are you going to do Zabini? Throw your wand at me? Get real." Draco stalked away with his head held high. Even if his hair was blue.
Blaise helped Emily up and put a comforting arm around her. "Em, it isn't your fault. Malfoy is just a natural born arse." He grinned at her and pulled her tight to him. They walked down the corridor in complete silence.
"Hiya Harry!" Ginny Weasley followed after the popular bloke. Harry stopped to greet her.
"Hey Ginny. You need anything?" Harry's eyes were downcast as he looked over at Ginny.
"Uhm, no Harry. Just wanted to see how you were doing. Well, I've got Charms to get to. See you later!" Ginny ran off as soon as she came.
Harry walked back to the castle and dawdled down the corridor. As of late, life just sucked for Mr. Potter. None of the Ravenclaws liked him, the Hufflepuffs even frowned upon him. And as usual, the Slytherins hated him. But the oddest thing of all, was that half the Gryffindors hated him too. As the old quote goes, "Every hero becomes a bore at last."
I know this one was a little short, but I HAD to update sometime. I'll update before Thanksgiving. That is a promise.
-SJ
REVIEWS ARE ALWAYS WELCOME!