Chapter 8
Mr. Malfoy, You're Barking up the Wrong Tree
Natasha stood frozen with the leather book in her hands. All she could think about were Hermione, Caitlin and Sarah. Sure, Natasha understood that they were Gryffindors and that they were very kind to everyone else; even to Slytherins. But why? Why would they help her?
"Natasha? Natasha?" Natalie said while she waved her hand in front of Natasha's face. "Hello! Earth to Natasha! Earth to Natasha!"
Natasha snapped back to her senses and shook her head. "What?" she said angrily. "Did you do that for?" she said as she raised an eyebrow.
"Well," Natalie began. "You were, well, I don't know. You were frozen. What was happening?"
"Sorry, girl." Natasha began. "I was hallucinating." They walked again until they reached a huge portrait of Salazar Slytherin, wherein they turned right.
"What were you hallucinating about?" Natalie asked Natasha. "Your dad? My dad? My brother? Or is it someone special?"
"Don't be stupid!" Natasha said. As she did, they turned left after a great statue of a witch with a dog with three heads. "I was hallucinating about which spell to use once I get Potter killed."
"You don't really plan on killing him, do you?" Natalie asked Natasha sounding a bit worried.
"Of course I do! Why do you think I'm doing all these preparations?" Natasha asked Natalie. "Why? You don't have a crush on Potter now, do you?"
"No, it's just that if you kill him... well, I don't know what'll happen to Hermione, Sarah and Caitlin."
Natasha thought for a second. Natalie was right. If she killed Harry, all of them would feel really sad and shattered. "Well..." Natasha thought again. "I-I-It's not their fault that Potter killed someone very very near and dear to me. At least they got time to spend with Harry. 2 years in fact. But me, I've never even seen my father's face, I never even got to know him well enough. Harry was at least a year or two when his parents died. But I was only a baby." Natasha wiped a tear from her eye.
"If that's what you want, Natasha." Natalie said. "But if I were you, I'd just forget about this whole thing and forgive Potter."
"No!" Natasha said. "I'll never forgive Potter for what he has done! He killed my dad. I never even experienced what it's like to have a family that loves you. At least Potter knows that he was loved... because that's what saved him from my father's curse."
Natasha and Natalie finally reached the Slytherin dormitories. After Natalie opened the supposedly solid brick wall, Natasha ran up the stairs to their rooms wherein she buried her face under her pillow. Natasha was the strong kind, she didn't just cry over anything. Even if she felt like crying, she would always keep it to herself and hold back the tears. She didn't understand why she just suddenly cried like that. Natalie walked in the room and decided that maybe she should just leave her alone... it seemed as if though Natasha needed some time for herself. Natalie went down the stairs to read all about werewolves. About an hour has passed and the other Slytherins came in the room. Among them was Draco Malfoy. His usually sleeked back blonde hair was quite messy already. Probably due to the fact that he has been working so hard lately on his studies after he flunked Transfiguration and Defence Against the Dark Arts. Natalie, being his sister ran towards him.
"What do you want now?" Draco asked his sister. "Look, kid. I'm busy with schoolwork, okay? By the way, where's Natasha? Her dad wrote to her."
"She's up in the room, crying her eyes out." Natalie told her brother. "After I told her not to try and kill Harry because Hermione and the other Gryffindors will surely be shattered."
"WHAT?" Draco said real loudly which made his hair even messier. "You talked her out of NOT killing Potter? Don't tell me that you have been befriending Gryffindors!"
"We sort of have been." Natalie said while laughing a bit. "Are you gonna tell dad?"
"Don't you think I should?" Draco asked his sister while he raised an eyebrow. "You shouldn't be befriending Gryffindors anyway!"
"Well, I'm sorry, Draco." Natalie said. "It's just that all of them are so nice... even to us Slytherins."
"That does not matter!" Draco said. "Never mind. I'll go check on Natasha. I know why she wants to kill Potter. You shouldn't stop her from doing what she wants." And with that, Draco left Natalie in the Slytherin common room. He knocked on the doors of the girls' dormitory. "Natasha?"
"If you're going to tell me the same thing that Natalie told me you better just get out of this room." Natasha said while still covering her face on her pillow.
"No." Draco said as he made his way toward Natasha. He sat on her bed. "I know what Natalie told you and I agree that she is totally wrong."
"For a minute there I thought you were going to say that she was totally right." Natasha said.
"Natalie? Be right about being friends with Gryffindors?" Draco said. "Never! Anyway, you don't have to listen to what Natalie says. You should just do what you want. Don't let other people tell you what to do. Do what you want to do. Not what they tell you to do."
Natasha put the pillow down and gave him a weak smile. Draco smiled at her, too. Their eyes locked... they got closer and closer until their noses touched. Draco got a little bit closer to Natasha and soon, they were kissing each other. Draco hugged Natasha and Natasha didn't break away. But then suddenly, Natasha broke away from him and slapped him real hard.
"Why did you do that?" Natasha asked Malfoy. "You were not supposed to do that to me, Malfoy!"
"Do what?" Draco asked her. "You did it, too. It wasn't entirely my fault! Part of it was your fault."
"Well, why didn't you stop yourself in the first place? Is there like something weird with me?" Natasha asked him.
"I guess." Draco said. He thought for a while trying to avoid Natasha's eyes. "Are you a veela? I think that's sort of what happened here. You know, the charm of a veela?"
"Just part veela, Mr. Malfoy." Natasha said getting up from the bed. "How'd you know about the charm of a veela?"
"From my mother. At least from all the stories that father told me, that's basically how it works. Anyway, I came up here to tell you that Natalie was wrong and to give you these." Draco pulled his hand out from his pocket and gave Natasha a letter and a small box. "Your father wrote to you. And the small box is from me. Don't open it unless you're alone. Promise me that. But Natasha, I really do like you." And with that, he left the room.
Natasha ripped open the envelope and read what was written in the letter her father gave her.
My Dearest Daughter,
It has been quite a while since I last wrote to you. Anyway, I need you to make the Veritaserum a day after you receive this letter. It is already needed. After the three months, when the potion is completed, you must make the Polyjuice Potion already. Take a few of Ginny Weasley's hair. You know who she is. Put a few of her hairs on the potion and drink it on Christmas day. I have heard from a very reliable source that the Weasley family plans to spend Christmas in Japan. Just tell the Gryffindors that you decided not to go with them. Another list of instructions will be sent to you.
Yours truly,
Your father
Natasha took the envelope and put the letter back in it. After doing so, she placed it on her bedside table. She then noticed a small box. She remembered that Draco gave her the box. "Don't open it unless you're alone". She remembered Draco say. Well, she was alone. She could open it. She opened it and found a necklace in it. "Just a gut feeling... but I would say that this necklace is probably 24 carat gold." It had a pendant of a heart. Natasha put it back in the box and hid it in the drawer in her bedside table. Just in time. Because after closing the drawer, her fellow first year Slytherins came in the room to tell Natasha it was time for dinner.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Author's note: Draco's liking for Natasha was said a bit in Chapter 5. In case you remember, there was a line like this: Draco Malfoy leaned forward and dropped a letter on Natasha's plate. Draco could've just stretched out his hand and dropped it there, right?
Disclaimer: Again, I don't own these characters. J.K. Rowling does. I'm merely borrowing them for a fan fiction.
Mr. Malfoy, You're Barking up the Wrong Tree
Natasha stood frozen with the leather book in her hands. All she could think about were Hermione, Caitlin and Sarah. Sure, Natasha understood that they were Gryffindors and that they were very kind to everyone else; even to Slytherins. But why? Why would they help her?
"Natasha? Natasha?" Natalie said while she waved her hand in front of Natasha's face. "Hello! Earth to Natasha! Earth to Natasha!"
Natasha snapped back to her senses and shook her head. "What?" she said angrily. "Did you do that for?" she said as she raised an eyebrow.
"Well," Natalie began. "You were, well, I don't know. You were frozen. What was happening?"
"Sorry, girl." Natasha began. "I was hallucinating." They walked again until they reached a huge portrait of Salazar Slytherin, wherein they turned right.
"What were you hallucinating about?" Natalie asked Natasha. "Your dad? My dad? My brother? Or is it someone special?"
"Don't be stupid!" Natasha said. As she did, they turned left after a great statue of a witch with a dog with three heads. "I was hallucinating about which spell to use once I get Potter killed."
"You don't really plan on killing him, do you?" Natalie asked Natasha sounding a bit worried.
"Of course I do! Why do you think I'm doing all these preparations?" Natasha asked Natalie. "Why? You don't have a crush on Potter now, do you?"
"No, it's just that if you kill him... well, I don't know what'll happen to Hermione, Sarah and Caitlin."
Natasha thought for a second. Natalie was right. If she killed Harry, all of them would feel really sad and shattered. "Well..." Natasha thought again. "I-I-It's not their fault that Potter killed someone very very near and dear to me. At least they got time to spend with Harry. 2 years in fact. But me, I've never even seen my father's face, I never even got to know him well enough. Harry was at least a year or two when his parents died. But I was only a baby." Natasha wiped a tear from her eye.
"If that's what you want, Natasha." Natalie said. "But if I were you, I'd just forget about this whole thing and forgive Potter."
"No!" Natasha said. "I'll never forgive Potter for what he has done! He killed my dad. I never even experienced what it's like to have a family that loves you. At least Potter knows that he was loved... because that's what saved him from my father's curse."
Natasha and Natalie finally reached the Slytherin dormitories. After Natalie opened the supposedly solid brick wall, Natasha ran up the stairs to their rooms wherein she buried her face under her pillow. Natasha was the strong kind, she didn't just cry over anything. Even if she felt like crying, she would always keep it to herself and hold back the tears. She didn't understand why she just suddenly cried like that. Natalie walked in the room and decided that maybe she should just leave her alone... it seemed as if though Natasha needed some time for herself. Natalie went down the stairs to read all about werewolves. About an hour has passed and the other Slytherins came in the room. Among them was Draco Malfoy. His usually sleeked back blonde hair was quite messy already. Probably due to the fact that he has been working so hard lately on his studies after he flunked Transfiguration and Defence Against the Dark Arts. Natalie, being his sister ran towards him.
"What do you want now?" Draco asked his sister. "Look, kid. I'm busy with schoolwork, okay? By the way, where's Natasha? Her dad wrote to her."
"She's up in the room, crying her eyes out." Natalie told her brother. "After I told her not to try and kill Harry because Hermione and the other Gryffindors will surely be shattered."
"WHAT?" Draco said real loudly which made his hair even messier. "You talked her out of NOT killing Potter? Don't tell me that you have been befriending Gryffindors!"
"We sort of have been." Natalie said while laughing a bit. "Are you gonna tell dad?"
"Don't you think I should?" Draco asked his sister while he raised an eyebrow. "You shouldn't be befriending Gryffindors anyway!"
"Well, I'm sorry, Draco." Natalie said. "It's just that all of them are so nice... even to us Slytherins."
"That does not matter!" Draco said. "Never mind. I'll go check on Natasha. I know why she wants to kill Potter. You shouldn't stop her from doing what she wants." And with that, Draco left Natalie in the Slytherin common room. He knocked on the doors of the girls' dormitory. "Natasha?"
"If you're going to tell me the same thing that Natalie told me you better just get out of this room." Natasha said while still covering her face on her pillow.
"No." Draco said as he made his way toward Natasha. He sat on her bed. "I know what Natalie told you and I agree that she is totally wrong."
"For a minute there I thought you were going to say that she was totally right." Natasha said.
"Natalie? Be right about being friends with Gryffindors?" Draco said. "Never! Anyway, you don't have to listen to what Natalie says. You should just do what you want. Don't let other people tell you what to do. Do what you want to do. Not what they tell you to do."
Natasha put the pillow down and gave him a weak smile. Draco smiled at her, too. Their eyes locked... they got closer and closer until their noses touched. Draco got a little bit closer to Natasha and soon, they were kissing each other. Draco hugged Natasha and Natasha didn't break away. But then suddenly, Natasha broke away from him and slapped him real hard.
"Why did you do that?" Natasha asked Malfoy. "You were not supposed to do that to me, Malfoy!"
"Do what?" Draco asked her. "You did it, too. It wasn't entirely my fault! Part of it was your fault."
"Well, why didn't you stop yourself in the first place? Is there like something weird with me?" Natasha asked him.
"I guess." Draco said. He thought for a while trying to avoid Natasha's eyes. "Are you a veela? I think that's sort of what happened here. You know, the charm of a veela?"
"Just part veela, Mr. Malfoy." Natasha said getting up from the bed. "How'd you know about the charm of a veela?"
"From my mother. At least from all the stories that father told me, that's basically how it works. Anyway, I came up here to tell you that Natalie was wrong and to give you these." Draco pulled his hand out from his pocket and gave Natasha a letter and a small box. "Your father wrote to you. And the small box is from me. Don't open it unless you're alone. Promise me that. But Natasha, I really do like you." And with that, he left the room.
Natasha ripped open the envelope and read what was written in the letter her father gave her.
My Dearest Daughter,
It has been quite a while since I last wrote to you. Anyway, I need you to make the Veritaserum a day after you receive this letter. It is already needed. After the three months, when the potion is completed, you must make the Polyjuice Potion already. Take a few of Ginny Weasley's hair. You know who she is. Put a few of her hairs on the potion and drink it on Christmas day. I have heard from a very reliable source that the Weasley family plans to spend Christmas in Japan. Just tell the Gryffindors that you decided not to go with them. Another list of instructions will be sent to you.
Yours truly,
Your father
Natasha took the envelope and put the letter back in it. After doing so, she placed it on her bedside table. She then noticed a small box. She remembered that Draco gave her the box. "Don't open it unless you're alone". She remembered Draco say. Well, she was alone. She could open it. She opened it and found a necklace in it. "Just a gut feeling... but I would say that this necklace is probably 24 carat gold." It had a pendant of a heart. Natasha put it back in the box and hid it in the drawer in her bedside table. Just in time. Because after closing the drawer, her fellow first year Slytherins came in the room to tell Natasha it was time for dinner.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Author's note: Draco's liking for Natasha was said a bit in Chapter 5. In case you remember, there was a line like this: Draco Malfoy leaned forward and dropped a letter on Natasha's plate. Draco could've just stretched out his hand and dropped it there, right?
Disclaimer: Again, I don't own these characters. J.K. Rowling does. I'm merely borrowing them for a fan fiction.
