Sekond chapter: First encounter
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When I had boarded the train I tried to find an empty compartment, but that proved to be not as easy as I had thought, but finally I came onto an empty one.
I sat down beside the window and just enjoyed the view and I began to write i my diary.
I don´t know for how long I sat there. It could have been five minutes and it could have been five hours but suddenly I heard the door open.
Out of the corner of my eye I could get a glimps of black expencive robes and platinumblonde hair. Of course I knew immiedietely who it was. Malfoy.
Before I had time to open my mouth he gave me the always prescent Malfoy smirk.
"Well, well, well, isn´t it the youngest Weasel sitting here all by herself. What has she done with wonderboy and his sidekicks? Don´t tell me, I already know; Potter is off somewhere screwing the mudblood and your brother finally cought up with the truth: He is too poor and too ugly to show his freckly face on this train."
Can anyone bo more out of character *sarcastic*. Would it really hurt him to say anything that I didn´t suspect, well, if he can´t do it I suppose I´ll have to.
"It is now you expect me to say something in the lines of : What do you want, Malfoy, get out of my compartment, but that would be a little over- used, so I´ll say: "Well, hello to you too Malfoy, had a nice summer I expect, lovely weather wasn´t it?" instead.
"Don´t you try to be smart with me you filthy little mugglelover, you can hardly even pay for breathing the same air as I do. Now kindly get out of this compartment, every other is full and I don´t have time with you now!"
"No."
"What do you mean 'No'?"
"I think I was here first so you can´t just throw me out, but if you´re kind and try not to insult my family you can share the compartment if you like."
Malfoy just stared at me disbelievingly
Then he smirked again ( big surprise there ) and said
"Okey, Weasley, I´ll share compartment with you."
"Good, now sit down and shut up and enjoy the ride" I said with a little smile.
He sat down and began to stare out the window, I can see that he is a little disappointed that I don´t want to continue our argument, but now I have dared him to sit down with me so he can´t walk out just yet.
I picked up my quill and began to write again, this time a poem about being watched:
Everywhere, always, I feel your eyes on me
Drowning me, ravaging all you can see
Watching me always, blackened sight
Take all you get, get all you might
Why are you watching me, night and day
Making me hollow, don´t want you to stay
Forever in sorrow, always in pain
Let me be free or forever in vain
I see you in the shadows, watching me slow
Torturing me softly, please let me go!
I like to pick up ideas from what happens in the real world and right now I´m feeling watched, with a reason too.
Malfoy has stopped staring out of the window and has begun to watch me instead. I smirk inwardly and keep on with my writing.
I can see in the corner of my eyes how he is bursting with the urge to ask a question.
Suddenly it seems as he can´t take it anymore because he asks me "what are you writing? You know that the school hasn´t started yet, typical for you teacher´s pets to begin with schoolwork before even the sorting´s started. Just hope you don´t get too much like Granger, we wouldn´t want you to turn into a mudblood, even if it´s close to happen now, would we?""
I look up from my writing
"Of course I know that the school hasn´t started yet, but there are other things to wright than just potions-essays, as fascinating as that seems."
"So you like writing potions-essays? I never thought that a gryff would like potions."
He says that with a very sarcastic sound in his voice.
"Well, personally I think potions is quite an interesting subject, but I understand those who don´t think so. If you haven´t been a gryffindor in a potions-class you wouldn´t understand that. I know that you Slytherins, and especially you are licking Snapes boots throughly."
He looks quite surprised but then he continues.
"I also think that Snape is a greasy git, but, as long as boot-licking gives me an 'O' I´m satisfied. But, really, what are you writing?"
It seams that Malfoy is in a good mood today. I know that I told him not to insult my family, but if I know him right he would have tried to get me on the verge of tears by now. I really wonder what makes him in a conversable mood. Oh, well, I don´t complain.
"If you really must know I´m writing a poem."
There it goes, he is going to look at me like I grew a second head and then he will ask me if I shouldn´t go to the hospital wing. But he doesn´t. He just stares at me with a look that says 'well, continue' So I do.
"I don´t know what you think about writing, but I have written quite a few stories and poems by now. I think it´s really fun and it helps me relax. People would think that I wouldn´t want to write a diary after what happened in the Chambre of Secrets. I simply can´t understand them. They treat me like I´m going to burst out in tears any second, wich I might as well do just to prove a point..."
There comes that annoying smirk again, there simply aren´t enough words to describe how much I would like to wipe it off his face, but I´ll stay calm.
"Oh, poor baby, feeling missunderstood. Yeah, I can understand that you think it´s hard with a caring family..."
Caring, yeah right...
"Well who is sounding missunderstood now? Don´t you get too much love from your precious Death Eater-father? Don´t you have enough friends? Well, it serves you right, you haven´t exactly been the nicest person on this planet..."
"You have absolutely no fucking right to judge me, and besides, I don´t see you running around giggling with the other stupid gryffindor bitches either, so don´t come and say that I´m a looner"
Sounds like somebody can´t take an insult...
"You try being friendly with them, you´re lucky if you just have to endure six hours straight of gossip and make-up talk. That can make anyone go mental."
"In your case that isn´t a problem since you already are a little on the mental side..."
"Well, at least I´m not stupid" "Now, can you please shut up so I can finish my writing?"
One thing that I have learnt about Malfoys is that they always have to have the last word, so, here it comes: Three, two one..."
"As pleasant as it was speaking with you I have to go and torture your brother, we can´t break a nice tradition as that now, can we?"
He begins to slam the door, but before he do that I say:
"Okey Malfoy, you do that, just remember to clean after you." "See you later."
Again he stares at me strangly but then he closes the door.
That was certanly an interesting conversation. I just hope that he doesn´t tell my brother about our encounter because then I will be in deep shit...
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A/N: Well, that´s my sekond chapter folks, I know, a little on the short side, but I hope you like it, and remember to REVIEW!!! Especially my little poem that I wrote when I was feeling a little creative.
Anyway, I´d like to thank all my reviewers, you really make my day =)
I also want to say that English is a stupid and egoistic languege! Why spelling I with a big i? And wouldn´t it be more logical to spell write wright? (I know, I know, no nead to tell me, I´m stupid, but it would be a little OOC if I wasn´t).
See you later krokofant, and there are more chapters to come, but I have two killer-weeks at school right now, so don´t expect them too soon...
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When I had boarded the train I tried to find an empty compartment, but that proved to be not as easy as I had thought, but finally I came onto an empty one.
I sat down beside the window and just enjoyed the view and I began to write i my diary.
I don´t know for how long I sat there. It could have been five minutes and it could have been five hours but suddenly I heard the door open.
Out of the corner of my eye I could get a glimps of black expencive robes and platinumblonde hair. Of course I knew immiedietely who it was. Malfoy.
Before I had time to open my mouth he gave me the always prescent Malfoy smirk.
"Well, well, well, isn´t it the youngest Weasel sitting here all by herself. What has she done with wonderboy and his sidekicks? Don´t tell me, I already know; Potter is off somewhere screwing the mudblood and your brother finally cought up with the truth: He is too poor and too ugly to show his freckly face on this train."
Can anyone bo more out of character *sarcastic*. Would it really hurt him to say anything that I didn´t suspect, well, if he can´t do it I suppose I´ll have to.
"It is now you expect me to say something in the lines of : What do you want, Malfoy, get out of my compartment, but that would be a little over- used, so I´ll say: "Well, hello to you too Malfoy, had a nice summer I expect, lovely weather wasn´t it?" instead.
"Don´t you try to be smart with me you filthy little mugglelover, you can hardly even pay for breathing the same air as I do. Now kindly get out of this compartment, every other is full and I don´t have time with you now!"
"No."
"What do you mean 'No'?"
"I think I was here first so you can´t just throw me out, but if you´re kind and try not to insult my family you can share the compartment if you like."
Malfoy just stared at me disbelievingly
Then he smirked again ( big surprise there ) and said
"Okey, Weasley, I´ll share compartment with you."
"Good, now sit down and shut up and enjoy the ride" I said with a little smile.
He sat down and began to stare out the window, I can see that he is a little disappointed that I don´t want to continue our argument, but now I have dared him to sit down with me so he can´t walk out just yet.
I picked up my quill and began to write again, this time a poem about being watched:
Everywhere, always, I feel your eyes on me
Drowning me, ravaging all you can see
Watching me always, blackened sight
Take all you get, get all you might
Why are you watching me, night and day
Making me hollow, don´t want you to stay
Forever in sorrow, always in pain
Let me be free or forever in vain
I see you in the shadows, watching me slow
Torturing me softly, please let me go!
I like to pick up ideas from what happens in the real world and right now I´m feeling watched, with a reason too.
Malfoy has stopped staring out of the window and has begun to watch me instead. I smirk inwardly and keep on with my writing.
I can see in the corner of my eyes how he is bursting with the urge to ask a question.
Suddenly it seems as he can´t take it anymore because he asks me "what are you writing? You know that the school hasn´t started yet, typical for you teacher´s pets to begin with schoolwork before even the sorting´s started. Just hope you don´t get too much like Granger, we wouldn´t want you to turn into a mudblood, even if it´s close to happen now, would we?""
I look up from my writing
"Of course I know that the school hasn´t started yet, but there are other things to wright than just potions-essays, as fascinating as that seems."
"So you like writing potions-essays? I never thought that a gryff would like potions."
He says that with a very sarcastic sound in his voice.
"Well, personally I think potions is quite an interesting subject, but I understand those who don´t think so. If you haven´t been a gryffindor in a potions-class you wouldn´t understand that. I know that you Slytherins, and especially you are licking Snapes boots throughly."
He looks quite surprised but then he continues.
"I also think that Snape is a greasy git, but, as long as boot-licking gives me an 'O' I´m satisfied. But, really, what are you writing?"
It seams that Malfoy is in a good mood today. I know that I told him not to insult my family, but if I know him right he would have tried to get me on the verge of tears by now. I really wonder what makes him in a conversable mood. Oh, well, I don´t complain.
"If you really must know I´m writing a poem."
There it goes, he is going to look at me like I grew a second head and then he will ask me if I shouldn´t go to the hospital wing. But he doesn´t. He just stares at me with a look that says 'well, continue' So I do.
"I don´t know what you think about writing, but I have written quite a few stories and poems by now. I think it´s really fun and it helps me relax. People would think that I wouldn´t want to write a diary after what happened in the Chambre of Secrets. I simply can´t understand them. They treat me like I´m going to burst out in tears any second, wich I might as well do just to prove a point..."
There comes that annoying smirk again, there simply aren´t enough words to describe how much I would like to wipe it off his face, but I´ll stay calm.
"Oh, poor baby, feeling missunderstood. Yeah, I can understand that you think it´s hard with a caring family..."
Caring, yeah right...
"Well who is sounding missunderstood now? Don´t you get too much love from your precious Death Eater-father? Don´t you have enough friends? Well, it serves you right, you haven´t exactly been the nicest person on this planet..."
"You have absolutely no fucking right to judge me, and besides, I don´t see you running around giggling with the other stupid gryffindor bitches either, so don´t come and say that I´m a looner"
Sounds like somebody can´t take an insult...
"You try being friendly with them, you´re lucky if you just have to endure six hours straight of gossip and make-up talk. That can make anyone go mental."
"In your case that isn´t a problem since you already are a little on the mental side..."
"Well, at least I´m not stupid" "Now, can you please shut up so I can finish my writing?"
One thing that I have learnt about Malfoys is that they always have to have the last word, so, here it comes: Three, two one..."
"As pleasant as it was speaking with you I have to go and torture your brother, we can´t break a nice tradition as that now, can we?"
He begins to slam the door, but before he do that I say:
"Okey Malfoy, you do that, just remember to clean after you." "See you later."
Again he stares at me strangly but then he closes the door.
That was certanly an interesting conversation. I just hope that he doesn´t tell my brother about our encounter because then I will be in deep shit...
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A/N: Well, that´s my sekond chapter folks, I know, a little on the short side, but I hope you like it, and remember to REVIEW!!! Especially my little poem that I wrote when I was feeling a little creative.
Anyway, I´d like to thank all my reviewers, you really make my day =)
I also want to say that English is a stupid and egoistic languege! Why spelling I with a big i? And wouldn´t it be more logical to spell write wright? (I know, I know, no nead to tell me, I´m stupid, but it would be a little OOC if I wasn´t).
See you later krokofant, and there are more chapters to come, but I have two killer-weeks at school right now, so don´t expect them too soon...