Beautifully Annoying Chapter 2
Authors Note- This chapter is a lot longer than the first one, which I think some of you will be happy about. I hope you enjoy it, and please check out some of my other stories too. You know the drill, please review my story. I really appreciate. And if you leave behind your username, I usually get around to returning the favor. : )
Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter at the moment, but don't worry, I'm working on it.
There once was an old man of Esser,
Whose knowledge grew lesser and lesser,
It at last grew so small
He knew nothing at all,
And now he's a college professor.
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I smiled in satisfaction as I cut out the page from the book I was reading in the library. This would show him. I had been scanning all the books on Herbology, and here it was. I had been right; the ferns didn't lay their eggs until September! I folded the piece of parchment in half, sealed it with burgundy wax and the Gryffindor emblem, and addressed it to him, not leaving my name. He would know who it was from.
I had been feeling very confused about the Slytherin Prince since Herbology. I hated to admit it, but I think I liked it when he kissed me. If he hadn't taken control of the situation and pushed me away, I probably would have allowed it to linger. But of course I was being ridiculous. It was foolish of me to even ponder the possibilities of Malfoy as a love interest. Besides, he hated me! He wasn't even remotely attracted to me, which was made obvious when he pushed me away.
I wiped my now teary eyes with the back of my sleeve and set off to the owlry, intent on sending him this bit of information to prove he was the idiot everyone in Gryffindor thought he was.
The next day I walked into potions feeling very pleased with myself. How would he act now? Most likely he'd still be the arrogant little Slytherin he always was, but he knew and I knew he had been proven wrong.
Malfoy strided confidently into the room as usual, though I noticed how he avoided making eye contact with me. I smirked, much like I had seen him do for the past six and a half years, and pulled out my parchment to take notes.
Professor Snape walked slowly between the tables, talking in a subdued voice that echoed around us. I saw him eyeing Malfoy with what looked to be distaste, but no, that couldn't be.
"Furthermore, you will find that you can never guess when it comes to brewing a potion. It would be far worse to mix ingredients in the wrong order, or amount, than to feed your ego and insist you always know what you are talking about. Wouldn't you agree Mr. Malfoy?" he asked with a sneer.
Malfoy glared at me. "Yes Professor Snape." he mumbled, not taking his eyes off of me. I lowered my head in shame, not sure why I felt guilty about getting my long time adversary in trouble. I suppose some people had found out about the incident in the greenhouse yesterday, or read what I had sent him.
Class seemed to stretch on painfully long, and I let out a little to loud sigh of relief when it was over. Snape glowered at me, picking up my paper roughly.
"I assume it was you who sent Mr. Malfoy the information pertaining to the Comary Ferns and their laying of eggs?" he asked, his eyebrows raised. I nodded my head, eyes downcast. "Yes sir."
"Good job."
I hurried to lunch, perplexed about what Snape had said. Why had he been glad I had bruised Malfoys' ego? I shrugged, not ready to give myself a headache over it quite yet. I quickened my pace to the Great Hall, but was pulled figuratively and literally out of my reverie by Malfoy.
He practically dragged me into one of the empty class rooms, staring at me defiantly. I was a little surprised, where were his two cronies, Crabbe and Goyle? I asked him this and he simply shrugged the question off.
"Thanks a lot Granger" he spat sarcastically, stepping closer to me. Slowly I took a step back, and when I saw that was what he wanted, I quickly stepped back, a little farther than I was before. So this was how it was going to be?
"Well I couldn't just let you wander around with the wrong information, could I?" I asked in a fake charming voice. He exhaled deeply, backing away and leaning against the wall.
"Your right. Your always right." he whispered bitterly, not looking at me. "Which Snape has seemed to have noticed. So go ahead, bask in your glory at the cost of my honor." He said slowly, hatred stinging in his voice.
"Your honor?" I asked quietly, taking a step toward him. "There is no honor in being wrong Malfoy! Making you a pureblood or rich or a Slytherin doesn't give you the right to put people down with false information and not get consequences!" I yelled.
I saw his hand reach for his wand and drew mine as well. My fingers itched in excitement. Did I have it in me? Was it worth it to stain my record? Well, I thought glumly, it wasn't exactly clean anyway.
"Are you ready to back you words with actions?" he asked quietly.
"Are you trying to refute your words with a wand?" I countered.
"Avis!" he shouted, pointing his wand at me. Dozens of tiny, angry birds flew in my direction, blocking my vision and pecking at me angrily.
"Evanesco!" I shouted, and the birds vanished. "Rictusempra!" I shouted, aiming at Malfoy. He fell against the wall in a fit of uncontrollable laughter, clutching his sides desperately. "Grang..hahahaha..Granger..hahahah.get this.hahahah.off of..hahahahaha me!" he managed between fits of laughter, a pleading look in his smiling silver eyes. I crossed my arms over my chest and smiled.
"I don't know, I kind of like you better this way." I said matter-of- factly, walking toward the door as if to leave him their in his current state of laughter. He looked at me in panic, all but cackling.
"I was kidding." I said much to his relief. "Does this mean I won?" I asked with my eyebrows raised. He nodded his head, still laughing uncontrollably. Oh I loved that spell! I took the spell off of him and saw him struggle to get his breath back. By now he was sitting on the ground, back against the wall. I walked over there and slid down next to him, a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.
"Thanks." he said quietly, a small smirk on his face. "I haven't laughed like that in a long, long time."
"Anytime." I said with a chuckle. "You want to be cursed, I'm your girl."
"Don't be stupid Granger, you'll always be my girl."
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Authors Note- Please Review. I usually return the favor.
Authors Note- This chapter is a lot longer than the first one, which I think some of you will be happy about. I hope you enjoy it, and please check out some of my other stories too. You know the drill, please review my story. I really appreciate. And if you leave behind your username, I usually get around to returning the favor. : )
Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter at the moment, but don't worry, I'm working on it.
There once was an old man of Esser,
Whose knowledge grew lesser and lesser,
It at last grew so small
He knew nothing at all,
And now he's a college professor.
~*~*~*~*~
I smiled in satisfaction as I cut out the page from the book I was reading in the library. This would show him. I had been scanning all the books on Herbology, and here it was. I had been right; the ferns didn't lay their eggs until September! I folded the piece of parchment in half, sealed it with burgundy wax and the Gryffindor emblem, and addressed it to him, not leaving my name. He would know who it was from.
I had been feeling very confused about the Slytherin Prince since Herbology. I hated to admit it, but I think I liked it when he kissed me. If he hadn't taken control of the situation and pushed me away, I probably would have allowed it to linger. But of course I was being ridiculous. It was foolish of me to even ponder the possibilities of Malfoy as a love interest. Besides, he hated me! He wasn't even remotely attracted to me, which was made obvious when he pushed me away.
I wiped my now teary eyes with the back of my sleeve and set off to the owlry, intent on sending him this bit of information to prove he was the idiot everyone in Gryffindor thought he was.
The next day I walked into potions feeling very pleased with myself. How would he act now? Most likely he'd still be the arrogant little Slytherin he always was, but he knew and I knew he had been proven wrong.
Malfoy strided confidently into the room as usual, though I noticed how he avoided making eye contact with me. I smirked, much like I had seen him do for the past six and a half years, and pulled out my parchment to take notes.
Professor Snape walked slowly between the tables, talking in a subdued voice that echoed around us. I saw him eyeing Malfoy with what looked to be distaste, but no, that couldn't be.
"Furthermore, you will find that you can never guess when it comes to brewing a potion. It would be far worse to mix ingredients in the wrong order, or amount, than to feed your ego and insist you always know what you are talking about. Wouldn't you agree Mr. Malfoy?" he asked with a sneer.
Malfoy glared at me. "Yes Professor Snape." he mumbled, not taking his eyes off of me. I lowered my head in shame, not sure why I felt guilty about getting my long time adversary in trouble. I suppose some people had found out about the incident in the greenhouse yesterday, or read what I had sent him.
Class seemed to stretch on painfully long, and I let out a little to loud sigh of relief when it was over. Snape glowered at me, picking up my paper roughly.
"I assume it was you who sent Mr. Malfoy the information pertaining to the Comary Ferns and their laying of eggs?" he asked, his eyebrows raised. I nodded my head, eyes downcast. "Yes sir."
"Good job."
I hurried to lunch, perplexed about what Snape had said. Why had he been glad I had bruised Malfoys' ego? I shrugged, not ready to give myself a headache over it quite yet. I quickened my pace to the Great Hall, but was pulled figuratively and literally out of my reverie by Malfoy.
He practically dragged me into one of the empty class rooms, staring at me defiantly. I was a little surprised, where were his two cronies, Crabbe and Goyle? I asked him this and he simply shrugged the question off.
"Thanks a lot Granger" he spat sarcastically, stepping closer to me. Slowly I took a step back, and when I saw that was what he wanted, I quickly stepped back, a little farther than I was before. So this was how it was going to be?
"Well I couldn't just let you wander around with the wrong information, could I?" I asked in a fake charming voice. He exhaled deeply, backing away and leaning against the wall.
"Your right. Your always right." he whispered bitterly, not looking at me. "Which Snape has seemed to have noticed. So go ahead, bask in your glory at the cost of my honor." He said slowly, hatred stinging in his voice.
"Your honor?" I asked quietly, taking a step toward him. "There is no honor in being wrong Malfoy! Making you a pureblood or rich or a Slytherin doesn't give you the right to put people down with false information and not get consequences!" I yelled.
I saw his hand reach for his wand and drew mine as well. My fingers itched in excitement. Did I have it in me? Was it worth it to stain my record? Well, I thought glumly, it wasn't exactly clean anyway.
"Are you ready to back you words with actions?" he asked quietly.
"Are you trying to refute your words with a wand?" I countered.
"Avis!" he shouted, pointing his wand at me. Dozens of tiny, angry birds flew in my direction, blocking my vision and pecking at me angrily.
"Evanesco!" I shouted, and the birds vanished. "Rictusempra!" I shouted, aiming at Malfoy. He fell against the wall in a fit of uncontrollable laughter, clutching his sides desperately. "Grang..hahahaha..Granger..hahahah.get this.hahahah.off of..hahahahaha me!" he managed between fits of laughter, a pleading look in his smiling silver eyes. I crossed my arms over my chest and smiled.
"I don't know, I kind of like you better this way." I said matter-of- factly, walking toward the door as if to leave him their in his current state of laughter. He looked at me in panic, all but cackling.
"I was kidding." I said much to his relief. "Does this mean I won?" I asked with my eyebrows raised. He nodded his head, still laughing uncontrollably. Oh I loved that spell! I took the spell off of him and saw him struggle to get his breath back. By now he was sitting on the ground, back against the wall. I walked over there and slid down next to him, a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.
"Thanks." he said quietly, a small smirk on his face. "I haven't laughed like that in a long, long time."
"Anytime." I said with a chuckle. "You want to be cursed, I'm your girl."
"Don't be stupid Granger, you'll always be my girl."
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Authors Note- Please Review. I usually return the favor.