Author's Note: I want to thank all of my reviewers and I want to apologize
in advance for the awful spelling that I am willing to bet is in this
chapter...only I haven't had any time to write till today.
I went through the rest of class in a daze. It was intoxicating to be so close to him. I don't understand how people (namely Jean and Monica) can be so immune to his powers over people.
"So why where you late?" asked Jean to Harry when he realized that I would not stop staring at Harry or be the first one to say anything.
"No reason." Said Harry defensively. This perked my interest. Whenever I say that there is always a reason, an important reason.
"Was it um did it um have something to um do with um DA?" I asked, feeling like I should let him know that I knew how no reason could really be code for something. Maybe he will answer me in code, see how clever I am and then fall in love with me!
Harry's face turned a pale white, I think it looks better red (weather he was in a furry or scared I won't ever know) and he wouldn't say anything the rest of class.
In my ear I could hear Jean whispering in a singsong voice, "The poor boy's tongue is stuck, why don't you offer to free it?" I could feel my face turning red and I concentrated all the more on locating the roots of my plant. Monica was trying to help me do this since she had found hers within the first minute of class, show off. Sadly she was not much help since she wanted me to do things to the plant that just didn't make sense. I mean do you honestly have to pull a plant out of the ground to find its roots? Why, if this were the case, I would be a plant killer? Won't some one get angry with me for un-rooting their reincarnated uncle?
Jean was the second in our lovely foursome to finish his assignment and he tired to help Harry, but I think Harry was trying to show off to us girls because he pushed Jean away saying that he could do this by himself and that no one need worry about him. Jean got this weird almost hating look on his face, but I must have been imagining it...
By the end of class (which, I might add seemed to fly by faster than it ever has, if only Harry had said more...) I still hadn't found what ever it was that I was supposed to be looking for and my plant was still in its soil which made Professor Sprout extremely angry. Harry was having the same problem (lucky me) only he had pulled his plant out of its soil and he kept mumbling about how Hermione would have helped him. I would have pointed out the Jean was giving and offering help but you see one must never disagree with the one she loves, so I just stared at him.
Professor Sprout kept Harry and I after class and explained that she felt that we needed some extra help.
"I know how hard it is to find a intueri root, but both of you were miles away from it. If I didn't know better I would say that you were trying to not find it. Miss. La Demond you didn't even have your plant out of the soil. If you would both report to me after your last class I would gladly help and explain this all to you."
"Yes Professor Sprout." Said Harry, who kept looking out side where his two friends were waiting for him.
"I have an um well you see it have a um tutorsessionwithProfessorSnape."
"What?" asked the Professor.
"Can we do it tomorrow? Tutor session after class today."
"Harry you may go, see you after your last class. Miss La Demond with whom do you have this tutor session with?"
"ProfessorSnape." I wanted to say this slowly except I just couldn't, with Harry so near, I guess you could say I was debating between saying um or speaking really fast.
"Well, have Snape tutor you, and...well you had best improve by your next class. You may go."
I ran out of the greenhouse and collided into Jean. "That eager to go to DA class?" he asked, Monica shuttered when she heard this.
I stopped running, feeling dizzy. Jean, like most humans, isn't a very soft thing to run into. The three of us made our way to Professor Umbridge's classroom in silence. But being new to school, and without the aid of other Hufflepuffs we were soon lost, something that is becoming a normal occurance for me around here.
"I think I have seen this painting before." Grumbled Monica as we passed a picture of a fat lady in a pink dress.
"Maybe she moved to visit a friend?" I asked.
Looking at his watch Jean said, "Well twenty minutes into class and we still haven't found it. I hope we aren't missing anything."
"Better yet I hope we don't get a detention." Came Monica's answer.
"Do you think we can just ask a picture for directions?" I asked, walking over to the fat lady picture which had been eyeing us nervously the whole time.
"Sure, remember the last time you asked a picture for directions?" asked Monica.
Jean's ears perked up (I swear they did this), "She did? Tell me what happened! Anything Monique does is bound to be funny, especially if she is looking for directions."
"Very funny." I called over my shoulder before closing the distance between the picture and I. "Excuse me, but my friends and I are lost and we need to know the way to the DA class room."
"Dear you look familiar, just say the password and you can go ask someone from your team for help."
"Actually I am a Hufflepuff and our common room is a ways away, and I don't really know how to get there from here. If you could just tell me where..."
"NO! Now go before I report you for attempting to break in."
"But I wasn't trying to break in. Where am I? Please tell me where the DA classroom is!"
"This is your last chance dear. Go away now." (Have you ever heard someone say dear in a scornful voice? Well today I did.)
I could hear Jean and Monica laughing in the background. Most likely they were laughing at me. Well I was going to show them that the pictures were helpful, even if this one has protection issues.
"Jean, Monica! Come on over all we have to do is follow this hall way down for a couple of meters and then turn...um... we are then to turn left, no wait the picture said to turn to the right and open a door?"
I then charged down the hall, wondering if there would be a friendly picture wherever we ended up that would be willing to help me. I was also hoping that neither of them would notice that I didn't have a clue as of where we were going.
"Hey I recognize this! We are either near the DA classroom or the Transfiguration classroom. I don't know which one thought." Stared Monica as Jean opened the door to his right. Sure enough there was the rest of the Hufflepuff fifth years, with a very frustrated Umbridge.
"Where have you been children!" she shrieked. That woman has one high voice and I wonder who told her pink looked good on her. She gives a whole new meaning to the phrase 'pretty and pink' (note this isn't a good thing).
"We were lost. You see Monique had to stay after class, and we are new so we-" stammered Monica, who now must be terrified of the professor.
"I don't care! You three will now have a detention to serve with me."
Jean rolled his eyes heavenward and I followed suit (Mary Sue is right, I am starting to take after him). "Do you mean you wish to punish us for coming in late after being at this enchanted castle for only four days? I don't know if you realized this but the stairs move, steps go missing, there are evil little ghost who try and kill you, some of the rooms move or at least change, and we were never given a map to find our way around. Be happy we made it here without killing our selves." Said Jean in a semi-calm voice. I don't think I have ever seen him stare down a teacher before, but this is what he was doing at the moment (I can so picture Harry doing this).
Umbridge bit her lip, her face was getting really red, and "I work with the ministry and this is my first year too! You are a big boy now, act like it." (Should I be scared of a foreign ministry worker? Jean wasn't so I guess I shouldn't be.)
" Well if you are a ministry worker then why are you at a school? Lost favor with the Minister of Magic?"
"How dare you, you, you impertinent young man!"
Jean raised his eyebrow and the gave her an evil little grin (he looks sort of cute when he does this...I bet Harry does to)"Is there some place where I can issue a complaint about this? Being threatened by a teacher isn't something your ministry promotes I hope? Muggles don't even allow this. Professor Umbridge I hope we don't disrupt your class any longer than necessary." He then lead Monica and I to the three available seats in the class.
Umbridge didn't say anything. All she did was glare (if looks could kill why I would be worse than dead). She then carried on with the class, as if nothing had happened. I was sorely tempted to ditch again, but she had her eye on us and I didn't want a repeat of what had happened the day before yesterday. Well, come to think about it I wouldn't mind the whole seeing Harry and talking to him bit again.
The rest of my day passed without anyone getting lost, and I had no more sightings of Harry. Before I knew it I was back in History of Magic, having to deal with the thought of falling asleep on Jean or Monica. This was a very hard decision considering I already knew Jean has a comfy shoulder, but he was taking notes, and Monica was already looking dead, and cradling her hands. If I didn't know better I would say her hands still hurt, but since she never complains I guess they don't...
I awoke once again from my pondering to find a repeat of my last History of Magic class happening. Draco was once again asking for me (the only difference from last time was that his eye looked really puffy and a little purple, wonder how that happened...), and I once again had to get up and leave. While walking to Professor Snape's office we didn't say anything till I think we were almost half way there.
"What did your class do to Professor Umbridge? I just got out of there and she was yelling at Dominic for living."
"What makes you think it was the Hufflepuffs?"
"After being hit with a stiletto and having ones reputation murdered by a foreigner, I am willing to bet you can do anything destructive." I blushed, not noticing that he was smirking, as if sharing some private joke with himself. "I have been wondering how to pay you back for that lovely thing you did to me." he mused.
I paused, this was not a good turn of conversation but what could I do? He was the one who knew were we were going and I would rather face him than an angry Snape. "Errr, well I meant to apologize about that, just that..." I stopped for suddenly I felt as thought I couldn't breathe. Draco's smirk grew, as his two huge friends stepped from the shadows.
"No one hits a Malfoy." He whispered.
That kid has way too much pride. I would have told him this only I couldn't really talk; it is hard to when you can't even breathe. I think Draco said something to his friends, but I can't remember. My main concern I found out moments later was not to try and breath, but to get away from the two big blobs that were coming at me. I failed miserably at this, falling in the process. Before I knew it there was a foot coming at my head.
I opened my mouth to scream the pain was so great, but once again I found talking or in this case screaming without air makes life hard. I was pulled up by one of the boys and a series of punches were directed at different parts of my body. I started feeling light headed and was about to pass out when Draco deiced to put some spell on me. I felt like thousands of pins were being stuck all over me and I think I was crying by now. I don't think I have ever felt pain so great.
"Do you hear something?" asked a voice in the distance. I felt myself being dropped. There was a huge crack, and I couldn't move my left arm. I groaned, finding I could now breathe.
"If you think that was bad, wait till the next time we get a hold of you." Hissed Draco, directing one last kick at my body before walking away. I passed out.
I awoke later in a strange white place, feeling as if I had been ran over by some muggle car (I saw this in a movie once and it looked like it would hurt).
"Look! She's alive Harry!" came a female voice.
I must have fainted once again for all went black.
Author's Note: I am kind of following the fifth year book, but not really, in case you were all wondering.
I went through the rest of class in a daze. It was intoxicating to be so close to him. I don't understand how people (namely Jean and Monica) can be so immune to his powers over people.
"So why where you late?" asked Jean to Harry when he realized that I would not stop staring at Harry or be the first one to say anything.
"No reason." Said Harry defensively. This perked my interest. Whenever I say that there is always a reason, an important reason.
"Was it um did it um have something to um do with um DA?" I asked, feeling like I should let him know that I knew how no reason could really be code for something. Maybe he will answer me in code, see how clever I am and then fall in love with me!
Harry's face turned a pale white, I think it looks better red (weather he was in a furry or scared I won't ever know) and he wouldn't say anything the rest of class.
In my ear I could hear Jean whispering in a singsong voice, "The poor boy's tongue is stuck, why don't you offer to free it?" I could feel my face turning red and I concentrated all the more on locating the roots of my plant. Monica was trying to help me do this since she had found hers within the first minute of class, show off. Sadly she was not much help since she wanted me to do things to the plant that just didn't make sense. I mean do you honestly have to pull a plant out of the ground to find its roots? Why, if this were the case, I would be a plant killer? Won't some one get angry with me for un-rooting their reincarnated uncle?
Jean was the second in our lovely foursome to finish his assignment and he tired to help Harry, but I think Harry was trying to show off to us girls because he pushed Jean away saying that he could do this by himself and that no one need worry about him. Jean got this weird almost hating look on his face, but I must have been imagining it...
By the end of class (which, I might add seemed to fly by faster than it ever has, if only Harry had said more...) I still hadn't found what ever it was that I was supposed to be looking for and my plant was still in its soil which made Professor Sprout extremely angry. Harry was having the same problem (lucky me) only he had pulled his plant out of its soil and he kept mumbling about how Hermione would have helped him. I would have pointed out the Jean was giving and offering help but you see one must never disagree with the one she loves, so I just stared at him.
Professor Sprout kept Harry and I after class and explained that she felt that we needed some extra help.
"I know how hard it is to find a intueri root, but both of you were miles away from it. If I didn't know better I would say that you were trying to not find it. Miss. La Demond you didn't even have your plant out of the soil. If you would both report to me after your last class I would gladly help and explain this all to you."
"Yes Professor Sprout." Said Harry, who kept looking out side where his two friends were waiting for him.
"I have an um well you see it have a um tutorsessionwithProfessorSnape."
"What?" asked the Professor.
"Can we do it tomorrow? Tutor session after class today."
"Harry you may go, see you after your last class. Miss La Demond with whom do you have this tutor session with?"
"ProfessorSnape." I wanted to say this slowly except I just couldn't, with Harry so near, I guess you could say I was debating between saying um or speaking really fast.
"Well, have Snape tutor you, and...well you had best improve by your next class. You may go."
I ran out of the greenhouse and collided into Jean. "That eager to go to DA class?" he asked, Monica shuttered when she heard this.
I stopped running, feeling dizzy. Jean, like most humans, isn't a very soft thing to run into. The three of us made our way to Professor Umbridge's classroom in silence. But being new to school, and without the aid of other Hufflepuffs we were soon lost, something that is becoming a normal occurance for me around here.
"I think I have seen this painting before." Grumbled Monica as we passed a picture of a fat lady in a pink dress.
"Maybe she moved to visit a friend?" I asked.
Looking at his watch Jean said, "Well twenty minutes into class and we still haven't found it. I hope we aren't missing anything."
"Better yet I hope we don't get a detention." Came Monica's answer.
"Do you think we can just ask a picture for directions?" I asked, walking over to the fat lady picture which had been eyeing us nervously the whole time.
"Sure, remember the last time you asked a picture for directions?" asked Monica.
Jean's ears perked up (I swear they did this), "She did? Tell me what happened! Anything Monique does is bound to be funny, especially if she is looking for directions."
"Very funny." I called over my shoulder before closing the distance between the picture and I. "Excuse me, but my friends and I are lost and we need to know the way to the DA class room."
"Dear you look familiar, just say the password and you can go ask someone from your team for help."
"Actually I am a Hufflepuff and our common room is a ways away, and I don't really know how to get there from here. If you could just tell me where..."
"NO! Now go before I report you for attempting to break in."
"But I wasn't trying to break in. Where am I? Please tell me where the DA classroom is!"
"This is your last chance dear. Go away now." (Have you ever heard someone say dear in a scornful voice? Well today I did.)
I could hear Jean and Monica laughing in the background. Most likely they were laughing at me. Well I was going to show them that the pictures were helpful, even if this one has protection issues.
"Jean, Monica! Come on over all we have to do is follow this hall way down for a couple of meters and then turn...um... we are then to turn left, no wait the picture said to turn to the right and open a door?"
I then charged down the hall, wondering if there would be a friendly picture wherever we ended up that would be willing to help me. I was also hoping that neither of them would notice that I didn't have a clue as of where we were going.
"Hey I recognize this! We are either near the DA classroom or the Transfiguration classroom. I don't know which one thought." Stared Monica as Jean opened the door to his right. Sure enough there was the rest of the Hufflepuff fifth years, with a very frustrated Umbridge.
"Where have you been children!" she shrieked. That woman has one high voice and I wonder who told her pink looked good on her. She gives a whole new meaning to the phrase 'pretty and pink' (note this isn't a good thing).
"We were lost. You see Monique had to stay after class, and we are new so we-" stammered Monica, who now must be terrified of the professor.
"I don't care! You three will now have a detention to serve with me."
Jean rolled his eyes heavenward and I followed suit (Mary Sue is right, I am starting to take after him). "Do you mean you wish to punish us for coming in late after being at this enchanted castle for only four days? I don't know if you realized this but the stairs move, steps go missing, there are evil little ghost who try and kill you, some of the rooms move or at least change, and we were never given a map to find our way around. Be happy we made it here without killing our selves." Said Jean in a semi-calm voice. I don't think I have ever seen him stare down a teacher before, but this is what he was doing at the moment (I can so picture Harry doing this).
Umbridge bit her lip, her face was getting really red, and "I work with the ministry and this is my first year too! You are a big boy now, act like it." (Should I be scared of a foreign ministry worker? Jean wasn't so I guess I shouldn't be.)
" Well if you are a ministry worker then why are you at a school? Lost favor with the Minister of Magic?"
"How dare you, you, you impertinent young man!"
Jean raised his eyebrow and the gave her an evil little grin (he looks sort of cute when he does this...I bet Harry does to)"Is there some place where I can issue a complaint about this? Being threatened by a teacher isn't something your ministry promotes I hope? Muggles don't even allow this. Professor Umbridge I hope we don't disrupt your class any longer than necessary." He then lead Monica and I to the three available seats in the class.
Umbridge didn't say anything. All she did was glare (if looks could kill why I would be worse than dead). She then carried on with the class, as if nothing had happened. I was sorely tempted to ditch again, but she had her eye on us and I didn't want a repeat of what had happened the day before yesterday. Well, come to think about it I wouldn't mind the whole seeing Harry and talking to him bit again.
The rest of my day passed without anyone getting lost, and I had no more sightings of Harry. Before I knew it I was back in History of Magic, having to deal with the thought of falling asleep on Jean or Monica. This was a very hard decision considering I already knew Jean has a comfy shoulder, but he was taking notes, and Monica was already looking dead, and cradling her hands. If I didn't know better I would say her hands still hurt, but since she never complains I guess they don't...
I awoke once again from my pondering to find a repeat of my last History of Magic class happening. Draco was once again asking for me (the only difference from last time was that his eye looked really puffy and a little purple, wonder how that happened...), and I once again had to get up and leave. While walking to Professor Snape's office we didn't say anything till I think we were almost half way there.
"What did your class do to Professor Umbridge? I just got out of there and she was yelling at Dominic for living."
"What makes you think it was the Hufflepuffs?"
"After being hit with a stiletto and having ones reputation murdered by a foreigner, I am willing to bet you can do anything destructive." I blushed, not noticing that he was smirking, as if sharing some private joke with himself. "I have been wondering how to pay you back for that lovely thing you did to me." he mused.
I paused, this was not a good turn of conversation but what could I do? He was the one who knew were we were going and I would rather face him than an angry Snape. "Errr, well I meant to apologize about that, just that..." I stopped for suddenly I felt as thought I couldn't breathe. Draco's smirk grew, as his two huge friends stepped from the shadows.
"No one hits a Malfoy." He whispered.
That kid has way too much pride. I would have told him this only I couldn't really talk; it is hard to when you can't even breathe. I think Draco said something to his friends, but I can't remember. My main concern I found out moments later was not to try and breath, but to get away from the two big blobs that were coming at me. I failed miserably at this, falling in the process. Before I knew it there was a foot coming at my head.
I opened my mouth to scream the pain was so great, but once again I found talking or in this case screaming without air makes life hard. I was pulled up by one of the boys and a series of punches were directed at different parts of my body. I started feeling light headed and was about to pass out when Draco deiced to put some spell on me. I felt like thousands of pins were being stuck all over me and I think I was crying by now. I don't think I have ever felt pain so great.
"Do you hear something?" asked a voice in the distance. I felt myself being dropped. There was a huge crack, and I couldn't move my left arm. I groaned, finding I could now breathe.
"If you think that was bad, wait till the next time we get a hold of you." Hissed Draco, directing one last kick at my body before walking away. I passed out.
I awoke later in a strange white place, feeling as if I had been ran over by some muggle car (I saw this in a movie once and it looked like it would hurt).
"Look! She's alive Harry!" came a female voice.
I must have fainted once again for all went black.
Author's Note: I am kind of following the fifth year book, but not really, in case you were all wondering.
