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Warmth Beneath Cold Eyes
Ch 4 Unbelievable
Sitting there, looking up at the doors to the front entrance, she was amazed. All memories from earlier that day drifted out of her mind. She looked around, and saw that a big group of what appeared to be first years were being pulled in a bunch of boats across a huge lake. The beautiful castle in front of her looked very welcoming. She walked in, carrying her luggage behind her, and saw that there were many people in the castle. Memories from her past experiences in castles made her shiver, as they always used to scare her. But this one didn't. And she was glad. This was going to be her home for a while now.
She walked into what appeared to be the dining room, and saw four separate tables with large banners over them. The two that caught her eye was one with a lion on it and another with a snake on it. They both looked so fierce. Then she saw a long table at the front of the room. There were many adults, probably teachers, sitting there. One of which had a long silver beard. She walked up to him, for he wore a friendly smile, and began to introduce herself.
"Hello. I am Chelsea Cole, the new transfer student." She looked around, and noticed Ron waving at her, and then he stopped as he saw that she was talking.
"Oh yes, I have been waiting for you. Will you please go with Professor McGonagall, and she will tell you what to do from here." His bright eyes sparkled.
"Ok, thank you." She smiled. She began to follow the woman called Professor McGonagall, when her thoughts started to creep into her mind. One in particular, which she had been thinking about ever since she saw Draco the last time on the train. Draco. How did she know his name? She never remembered Ron or Harry telling her. It was strange, but it was as though she had known him for a while, and she had just met him. But the fact that she knew his name creeped her out.
"Excuse me, Miss Cole." Professor said, interrupting her thoughts.
"Oh! Sorry, Professor. Must have spaced. I tend to do that a lot, you must excuse me." Chelsea said, hoping that she wasn't making too much of an ass out of herself.
"Very well. Don't let it happen again. As I was saying, since you are a new student, and a 7th year, some rules have been bended for you. I understand that you were expelled from your old school?" Chelsea shuttered at the thought. It was something that she had tried to forget ever since her old headmaster had talked to her about it.
"Yes, I was." She said.
"Very well. Since you are new, and a 7th year, you will NOT be sorted with the other 1st years. You have been sorted automatically. You will be in Gryffindor." The professor said, somewhat proudly. "I am head of Gryffindor house, and I will be the one you will come to when you get in trouble for proper punishment."
"I won't get in trouble, don't worry Professor."
"Good. Now, there is also another bit of business that I have to tell you about. Since you are new I do not know why he would say this, but Professor Dumbledore has made you Head Girl. I do not know why, but you are. You will not be staying in the usual house, but you will have access to it. Be able to go in whenever you want. But, by being Head Girl, you have your own common room. And you will have to share it with the Head Boy of course." Professor McGonagall stopped, letting Chelsea soak it all in.
"Head Girl? But..I mean..isn't that usually reserved for..I don't know..students that have been here over the past several years? I am surprised that he has decided to trust me this much." She was having a hard time thinking about this.
"I agree with you. But what he said is final. There will be a meeting that you are required to attend immediately after dinner. Now, off you go. I can almost bet that you are starved." She began to push her out of the room, when a sudden thought came to her mind.
"Umm..Professor? Who is going to be Head Boy?" She needed to know about whoever she was going to have to live with. She hoped he wasn't mean.
As Draco was walking into the Dining Hall, he was replaying everything in his mind. But his thoughts came to an abrupt halt when he saw none other than Pansy Parkinson running up to him, and hugged him, squeezing tight.
"Ouch Parkinson, gerroff." He managed to mumble out between gasps. She let him go and stared at him lovingly.
"I missed you soooooo much Draco!! Did you miss me?" She looked at him anxiously, waiting for an answer.
"I don't.." Then he saw the look in her eyes, and he knew that if he said anything against her, he would get a hard smack on the head. "Yes..I did miss you, P-Pansy." Damn her and her hard smacks. He knew that if he said he didn't miss her, that he was actually GLAD that he was away from her, he would be regretting it thoroughly when he would feel a bruise on the back of his head.
"Oh Draco!!!" She went to him and planted a big kiss on his cheek, attempting to kiss him on the lips, but he wouldn't let her.
"No need to be frisky in front of so many people." He said with his famous trade-mark smirk. He walked over to the Slytherin table, and sat down, looking around at the new victims of his torture, the 1st years. "Pathetic looking as usual." He said to no one in particular. Crabbe sat there and laughed, spreading bread from his mouth on his plate.
"Crabbe, you should know better than to laugh with food in your mouth. That is disgusting." He said and began looking around the hall again. He could see a beautiful red head following Professor McGonagall back into the hall. 'Wonder where she was', Draco thought to himself. He knew that he had to talk to her. To get everything straightened out. But he was scared. Him-A Malfoy, scared out of his wits to talk to a GIRL. But she wasn't just any girl. She was a very pretty, forceful girl who had kissed him on the Hogwarts Express.
She had walked over to the Gryffindor table, and he was immediately disappointed. She was obviously in that house. Why hadn't she been sorted? Maybe THEN she could have been a Slytherin. He sat there, staring at her, when he felt something flutter in the pit of his stomach. Quickly dismissing it as indigestion, he stopped staring and hurriedly kept eating, for he had to talk to someone after breakfast.
While she was eating she had a lovely conversation with Ron about Quiddich, as he explained it to her, and she became very fascinated by a sport with flying brooms.
"That's incredible! Ron, you HAVE to teach me how to fly. I'm still surprised that America hasn't found out about flying brooms. They seem so fun!" Chelsea said, feeling very happy.
"Hey, maybe this weekend? You'll have loads of fun!" Ron was greatly enjoying this conversation. Every time he talked to Chelsea, he felt a warm sensation in his stomach, and he liked it very much. And, best of all, she seemed to be impressed that he knew so much about Quiddich.
"That would be great! Well, guys, I got to go. I'm supposed to talk to Dumbledore about being the new Head Girl." She got up to leave when she saw Hermione's jaw drop open.
"YOU got to be Head Girl??!! But you're new? How can YOU be the Head Girl?" She was literally steaming. Chelsea could tell that Hermione wanted to be Head Girl, and she would have happily given it to her, but she knew she couldn't.
"I know! I thought the exact same thing. But, oh well, what can we do? See you guys later tonight." She walked off, and headed toward the teacher's table. There she saw Dumbledore, and McGonagall. They were standing there talking to a very familiar looking boy. Then she gasped as she saw who it was.
A/N: I know, a VERY obvious cliffhanger. But I don't care. My fingers are starting to hurt from typing so much! Please don't be rude, review!!!!!!!!! It's that lovely Purple button that you see down there! It is your BEST FRIEND!! lol.
A/N: Please read and review. I will feel very sad if I don't get any reviews!
Warmth Beneath Cold Eyes
Ch 4 Unbelievable
Sitting there, looking up at the doors to the front entrance, she was amazed. All memories from earlier that day drifted out of her mind. She looked around, and saw that a big group of what appeared to be first years were being pulled in a bunch of boats across a huge lake. The beautiful castle in front of her looked very welcoming. She walked in, carrying her luggage behind her, and saw that there were many people in the castle. Memories from her past experiences in castles made her shiver, as they always used to scare her. But this one didn't. And she was glad. This was going to be her home for a while now.
She walked into what appeared to be the dining room, and saw four separate tables with large banners over them. The two that caught her eye was one with a lion on it and another with a snake on it. They both looked so fierce. Then she saw a long table at the front of the room. There were many adults, probably teachers, sitting there. One of which had a long silver beard. She walked up to him, for he wore a friendly smile, and began to introduce herself.
"Hello. I am Chelsea Cole, the new transfer student." She looked around, and noticed Ron waving at her, and then he stopped as he saw that she was talking.
"Oh yes, I have been waiting for you. Will you please go with Professor McGonagall, and she will tell you what to do from here." His bright eyes sparkled.
"Ok, thank you." She smiled. She began to follow the woman called Professor McGonagall, when her thoughts started to creep into her mind. One in particular, which she had been thinking about ever since she saw Draco the last time on the train. Draco. How did she know his name? She never remembered Ron or Harry telling her. It was strange, but it was as though she had known him for a while, and she had just met him. But the fact that she knew his name creeped her out.
"Excuse me, Miss Cole." Professor said, interrupting her thoughts.
"Oh! Sorry, Professor. Must have spaced. I tend to do that a lot, you must excuse me." Chelsea said, hoping that she wasn't making too much of an ass out of herself.
"Very well. Don't let it happen again. As I was saying, since you are a new student, and a 7th year, some rules have been bended for you. I understand that you were expelled from your old school?" Chelsea shuttered at the thought. It was something that she had tried to forget ever since her old headmaster had talked to her about it.
"Yes, I was." She said.
"Very well. Since you are new, and a 7th year, you will NOT be sorted with the other 1st years. You have been sorted automatically. You will be in Gryffindor." The professor said, somewhat proudly. "I am head of Gryffindor house, and I will be the one you will come to when you get in trouble for proper punishment."
"I won't get in trouble, don't worry Professor."
"Good. Now, there is also another bit of business that I have to tell you about. Since you are new I do not know why he would say this, but Professor Dumbledore has made you Head Girl. I do not know why, but you are. You will not be staying in the usual house, but you will have access to it. Be able to go in whenever you want. But, by being Head Girl, you have your own common room. And you will have to share it with the Head Boy of course." Professor McGonagall stopped, letting Chelsea soak it all in.
"Head Girl? But..I mean..isn't that usually reserved for..I don't know..students that have been here over the past several years? I am surprised that he has decided to trust me this much." She was having a hard time thinking about this.
"I agree with you. But what he said is final. There will be a meeting that you are required to attend immediately after dinner. Now, off you go. I can almost bet that you are starved." She began to push her out of the room, when a sudden thought came to her mind.
"Umm..Professor? Who is going to be Head Boy?" She needed to know about whoever she was going to have to live with. She hoped he wasn't mean.
As Draco was walking into the Dining Hall, he was replaying everything in his mind. But his thoughts came to an abrupt halt when he saw none other than Pansy Parkinson running up to him, and hugged him, squeezing tight.
"Ouch Parkinson, gerroff." He managed to mumble out between gasps. She let him go and stared at him lovingly.
"I missed you soooooo much Draco!! Did you miss me?" She looked at him anxiously, waiting for an answer.
"I don't.." Then he saw the look in her eyes, and he knew that if he said anything against her, he would get a hard smack on the head. "Yes..I did miss you, P-Pansy." Damn her and her hard smacks. He knew that if he said he didn't miss her, that he was actually GLAD that he was away from her, he would be regretting it thoroughly when he would feel a bruise on the back of his head.
"Oh Draco!!!" She went to him and planted a big kiss on his cheek, attempting to kiss him on the lips, but he wouldn't let her.
"No need to be frisky in front of so many people." He said with his famous trade-mark smirk. He walked over to the Slytherin table, and sat down, looking around at the new victims of his torture, the 1st years. "Pathetic looking as usual." He said to no one in particular. Crabbe sat there and laughed, spreading bread from his mouth on his plate.
"Crabbe, you should know better than to laugh with food in your mouth. That is disgusting." He said and began looking around the hall again. He could see a beautiful red head following Professor McGonagall back into the hall. 'Wonder where she was', Draco thought to himself. He knew that he had to talk to her. To get everything straightened out. But he was scared. Him-A Malfoy, scared out of his wits to talk to a GIRL. But she wasn't just any girl. She was a very pretty, forceful girl who had kissed him on the Hogwarts Express.
She had walked over to the Gryffindor table, and he was immediately disappointed. She was obviously in that house. Why hadn't she been sorted? Maybe THEN she could have been a Slytherin. He sat there, staring at her, when he felt something flutter in the pit of his stomach. Quickly dismissing it as indigestion, he stopped staring and hurriedly kept eating, for he had to talk to someone after breakfast.
While she was eating she had a lovely conversation with Ron about Quiddich, as he explained it to her, and she became very fascinated by a sport with flying brooms.
"That's incredible! Ron, you HAVE to teach me how to fly. I'm still surprised that America hasn't found out about flying brooms. They seem so fun!" Chelsea said, feeling very happy.
"Hey, maybe this weekend? You'll have loads of fun!" Ron was greatly enjoying this conversation. Every time he talked to Chelsea, he felt a warm sensation in his stomach, and he liked it very much. And, best of all, she seemed to be impressed that he knew so much about Quiddich.
"That would be great! Well, guys, I got to go. I'm supposed to talk to Dumbledore about being the new Head Girl." She got up to leave when she saw Hermione's jaw drop open.
"YOU got to be Head Girl??!! But you're new? How can YOU be the Head Girl?" She was literally steaming. Chelsea could tell that Hermione wanted to be Head Girl, and she would have happily given it to her, but she knew she couldn't.
"I know! I thought the exact same thing. But, oh well, what can we do? See you guys later tonight." She walked off, and headed toward the teacher's table. There she saw Dumbledore, and McGonagall. They were standing there talking to a very familiar looking boy. Then she gasped as she saw who it was.
A/N: I know, a VERY obvious cliffhanger. But I don't care. My fingers are starting to hurt from typing so much! Please don't be rude, review!!!!!!!!! It's that lovely Purple button that you see down there! It is your BEST FRIEND!! lol.