Fission
A/N: Ahh, fission. Where everything comes apart. Read on, loyal readers. It's short, but I've got more up my sleeve for later.
We walked back into the common room, unprepared for what we saw...
"Okay, you put your left foot in." Ginny said, balancing herself on Goyle's shoulder. "Then you take your left foot out. You put your left foot in, and you shake it all about."
All the other Slytherins were following her example, forming a loose circle in the center of the common room. Minus June, of course, who was watching from the edge of the couch, looking disgusted.
"You do the hokey-pokey and you turn yourself around-" She had started hopping in a circle on one foot when she caught sight of us. "Oh, er, hi." She said, turning red.
"Looks like you made several new friends." I laughed.
"And you made one old one." Draco added, kissing my cheek.
"Oh, look!" Ginny grinned. "They're back together!"
"Yeah, great." Blaise said. "Now how does this end?"
"Oh. That's what it's all about!" Ginny finished her circle before she ran over and hugged me.
"So, now that everyone pretty much knows from those blabber-mouthed buddies of yours, would you do me the honor of letting me escort you to dinner?"
"I would be delighted."
No one else was very delighted, though.
A barrage of silence hit as we walked into the Great Hall holding hands.
Though the barrage of food afterwards was worse.
I peeled a piece of spaghetti off the side of my face, Draco holding onto my sleeve. Despite hiding behind me, he had several peas in his hair, along with a piece of some sort of fruit.
"Very mature, everyone." I said loudly, looking around at all the tables. "Nobody made this big of a deal about Fred and Angelina."
"Cause I'm not dating a sack of crap." Angelina responded, standing up. Fred was staring at his plate. I took that to mean Fred hadn't told her he knew before.
"No, you're just acting like one." I snapped back. "In case you haven't noticed, I like Draco because he's treated me like a human being, not an encyclopedia in the shape of a girl, only there when you need help with charms-" I stared hard at Harry. "-Potions-" With a glare at Neville. "-or a date if everyone else turned you down." Ron wouldn't look at me, obviously remembering the Yule Ball. "I am not a safety net! Draco-yes, Draco, Dean, not Malfoy-likes me for me, not because I could get him a passing grade in Transfiguration! And if you brave, noble Gryffindor's can't accept that, then you leave me no choice!"
I shifted my bag to my other shoulder and walked calmly to the Slytherin table. They had already cleared a seat.
Wait a minute, only one?
I glanced back, and saw Draco slip out of the Great Hall.
A/N: In a way, Hogwarts is much more open than a lot of other schools. If you look carefully, they're disapproving of this relationship on the grounds of personality, not looks or race. But they've still got blind spots, as you all know.
Wow. That sounded half-way intelligent. Go me.
I can't believe I started this story as a poorly disguised diary entry many eons ago. I've had hamsters that haven't lasted this long.
Does anyone else's family and friends have no idea how into this we are? None of my friends or family even know that I write fanfiction. Except for Bree, who hasn't reviewed but she's sent me like twelve e-mails and is now my beta-reader.
A/N: Ahh, fission. Where everything comes apart. Read on, loyal readers. It's short, but I've got more up my sleeve for later.
We walked back into the common room, unprepared for what we saw...
"Okay, you put your left foot in." Ginny said, balancing herself on Goyle's shoulder. "Then you take your left foot out. You put your left foot in, and you shake it all about."
All the other Slytherins were following her example, forming a loose circle in the center of the common room. Minus June, of course, who was watching from the edge of the couch, looking disgusted.
"You do the hokey-pokey and you turn yourself around-" She had started hopping in a circle on one foot when she caught sight of us. "Oh, er, hi." She said, turning red.
"Looks like you made several new friends." I laughed.
"And you made one old one." Draco added, kissing my cheek.
"Oh, look!" Ginny grinned. "They're back together!"
"Yeah, great." Blaise said. "Now how does this end?"
"Oh. That's what it's all about!" Ginny finished her circle before she ran over and hugged me.
"So, now that everyone pretty much knows from those blabber-mouthed buddies of yours, would you do me the honor of letting me escort you to dinner?"
"I would be delighted."
No one else was very delighted, though.
A barrage of silence hit as we walked into the Great Hall holding hands.
Though the barrage of food afterwards was worse.
I peeled a piece of spaghetti off the side of my face, Draco holding onto my sleeve. Despite hiding behind me, he had several peas in his hair, along with a piece of some sort of fruit.
"Very mature, everyone." I said loudly, looking around at all the tables. "Nobody made this big of a deal about Fred and Angelina."
"Cause I'm not dating a sack of crap." Angelina responded, standing up. Fred was staring at his plate. I took that to mean Fred hadn't told her he knew before.
"No, you're just acting like one." I snapped back. "In case you haven't noticed, I like Draco because he's treated me like a human being, not an encyclopedia in the shape of a girl, only there when you need help with charms-" I stared hard at Harry. "-Potions-" With a glare at Neville. "-or a date if everyone else turned you down." Ron wouldn't look at me, obviously remembering the Yule Ball. "I am not a safety net! Draco-yes, Draco, Dean, not Malfoy-likes me for me, not because I could get him a passing grade in Transfiguration! And if you brave, noble Gryffindor's can't accept that, then you leave me no choice!"
I shifted my bag to my other shoulder and walked calmly to the Slytherin table. They had already cleared a seat.
Wait a minute, only one?
I glanced back, and saw Draco slip out of the Great Hall.
A/N: In a way, Hogwarts is much more open than a lot of other schools. If you look carefully, they're disapproving of this relationship on the grounds of personality, not looks or race. But they've still got blind spots, as you all know.
Wow. That sounded half-way intelligent. Go me.
I can't believe I started this story as a poorly disguised diary entry many eons ago. I've had hamsters that haven't lasted this long.
Does anyone else's family and friends have no idea how into this we are? None of my friends or family even know that I write fanfiction. Except for Bree, who hasn't reviewed but she's sent me like twelve e-mails and is now my beta-reader.