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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or his friends. I do own Arc he is mine!
Chapter Two: The Snapes
"Snape, Arcturus!" McGonagall shouted. The outbursts of gasps caught Arc off guard. He stood in front of the entire school and looked around. He waited until everything grew quiet before breaking out into a huge smile.
"I'm guessing you've all heard of me?" Arc asked. He noticed the twins snickering at him. He heard a faint mumble come from the red headed boy that sat next to the raven-haired boy. It sounded like he said 'Oh God, not another Snape!' Arc chuckled with the comment. "So do I get to try on that hat or do I get to stand up here like a moron?" He allowed the transfiguration professor to put the hat on his head. It was no surprise to him when the hat called 'Slytherin!'
Draco had the biggest smile Arc had ever seen on his face. He strode over to the table making sure to keep all attention on him. He clapped Draco on the back before seating himself next to the young fair-haired man. Arc glanced around the table and was quickly introduced to Draco's friends. Dumbledore stood up in front of the entire school and went over a few things that didn't seem to hold Arc's interest for very long. Instead, Arc found himself looking over at the Gryffindor table at the young man with black hair. Draco noticed and smiled.
"You wanted to know who Potter was? That's him."
"Potter huh? He doesn't seem like anything too special." The pug- faced girl laughed at the comment. Arc looked at her.
"He's not. He's just so high and mighty just because he's one of Dumbledore's favorites. He thinks he can break any rules. When he was a first year he became seeker of the Gryffindor team."
"In his first year? He must be really good then."
"No, he's nothing special. He just gets treated different because he's the boy who lived." The girl, Blaise, said. Arc found himself watching the Harry's movements closely.
"The boy who lived huh? I guess I was never one to really pay much attention to that kind of thing." There was a pause everyone stared at him as if he had something so unbelievable.
"You just never paid attention?" Draco asked. Arc's eyes drifted to the girl sitting next to Harry. Arc found her fairly interesting.
"Who's that?"
"Who's who?" Draco asked. Arc pointed at the girl. "Granger. She thinks she's so damn smart. Mudblood. The red head is Weasley. He's a muggle lover just like his dad. It's hard to believe he's a pureblood." The food appeared on the plates. As they ate Draco went over whom everyone was. Arc nodded but didn't say much to the others. When the food disappeared Arc found himself being directed down to the dungeons. He felt a nice warmth take over him. He went up to the sixth year's room and fell into his bed. He glanced around to see four other young men in his room. He didn't really bother to pay much attention to their conversation. He slipped into his donut pajamas and crawled under the covers.
Around midnight Arc woke. He stared out one of the windows and saw the clear moon shining through. He smiled and climbed out of his bed and made his way to the common room.
Draco slept soundly his dreams allowing only a certain someone to permeate them. Draco moaned slightly. A pair of hazel eyes flashed in the darkness. Arc appeared by the blonde's bed and smiled gently as he sat down. The movement of the mattress didn't disturb Draco. Arc leaned over and gently ran his fingers through his younger friend's hair. With that simple touch the grey eyes flew open. Arc smiled lovingly at Draco.
"Arc." Draco whispered. Arc raised his finger to Draco's lips and silenced the youth.
Arc soon found that his father wasn't well liked by the rest of the school. In fact his father was lovingly referred to as the greasy haired git. Arc was not amused when he heard this but he shook it off. Unlike many Slytherins he found himself taking arithmecy instead of divination. He also found out that the girl called Granger was in his class. He could tell almost immediately that she had been put into the wrong house. She sat in the front row and already had her book out and was studying it. He sat down next to her.
"Hi, I'm Arc." He said charismatically offering his hand to her. She shook it.
"Hermione." She stated stiffly before going back to her book. Arc frowned slightly. He watched her read. She quickly grew agitated with him staring at her. "Can I help you with something?" She asked.
"Yeah. I just transferred here and I'm afraid that I haven't met very many people yet but I noticed you when I was standing up on the stage."
"No, the ones you noticed were Fred and George."
"The red heads?" He asked. Hermione nodded. "Well, who wouldn't notice them? But I saw you and I could tell that you were someone that I could get along with."
"Are you trying to ask me out?"
"Is it working?"
"No."
"Then, I'm not. I was just trying to talk to you. I thought you looked interesting, but I guess I was wrong." Arc said as he stood up. He noticed a slight blush cross her cheeks. It was out of embarrassment and anger. "Sorry to waste your time."
"What did you say?" She huffed. Arc stopped and smiled to himself. He had found the nerve. Now all he had to do was gently touch it anytime something didn't go his way.
"I said I was sorry that I wasted your time." He replied smoothly. He saw Hermione's jaw tighten with his mock ignorance. He waited for her to yell at him but to his surprise that moment never came.
"If you ask me you should most definitely transfer out of here." She said serenely. Arc raised his eyebrow and frowned at the girl.
"Oh?" He asked. Hermione furrowed her eyebrows at him.
"This isn't a class for jokers. I would only recommend you staying if you plan to study hard and not mess around like you are now. Normally, I would be happy to talk to anyone but you're not the kind of person I find interesting." She said. She had taken the knife, stabbed Arc in the heart with it, and twisted it around. He grabbed the imaginary wound and made a hurt face.
"Ow. That hurt." He said. He was amused with her rejection. "That's what I'm talking about. I knew you were interesting; it only took a bit of prying. I was sure it would take me much longer to get you to open up to me." He said shooting a smile at her. Hermione flushed with anger. She hadn't meant to play into his hands like that.
"Oh shut up." She growled. Arc sat down next to her and didn't say another word. Hermione couldn't figure out why. She decided that the young man was annoying but he was also a huge puzzle. She liked puzzles. He seemed like an incredibly complex one and she wanted to be the one to break him.
After arithmecy, Hermione and Arc stood by the door talking as the other students left to their next classes. It turned out that Arc was not such a bad guy after all. Hermione knew she was going to have a hell of a time telling Ron and Harry this. She could hear the red head's voice now. 'Not SO bad?' The youngest Weasley boy would shout. Hermione thought about not telling him at all but somehow that seemed out of the question.
"Hermione?" Arc asked as he waved his hand in front of her face. She jumped slightly but smiled at him. "You ok?" He asked. Hermione nodded as she turned to walk away.
"I'll see you later." She said in a half dazed manner. Arc took this chance to offer his company in walking her to her next class. He was delighted to find that it was the potions class. She tried to turn him down but in the end he won. Partially because Hermione was still stuck on the boy's reaction to what she was going to tell them and partially because she enjoyed the intelligent conversations that he presented. Hermione noticed that he slipped his arm in hers but didn't think much of it as they moved onward. She did think about it when she saw Ron waiting for her by the Potions room. Arc waited to see what would happen. He could sense something was going on between them but he found it much more fun to provoke, take a step back, and watch with suppressed laughter.
"Hermione," He said. The brown-eyed girl stared up at him and he saw that she looked absolutely mortified. He suddenly felt very sorry that he had done this. "I was wondering if I could stop by the Gryffindor table at dinner tonight?" She nodded. It was surprising to see how much trust he had gathered from her from the hour or so he had spent with her. He hugged her and turned to Ron. He winked at him and walked off towards the transfiguration room.
"Hermione?" Ron asked as he took a step towards her. She flipped around and had a strange look on her face. She looked embarrassed but at the same time it was something more. She was blushing! She was as red as Ron's hair; the tactless young man grew angry. "What is going on?" He asked in a dull roar. Hermione immediately stepped out of the whimsical thought and looked off into the direction that her unofficial crush had taken off into then her eyes flew back to Ron.
"Nothing." She said uncertainly. "At least nothing I know about."
Bwahahaha! I am evil. By the way SK! I am NOT killing Ron. Stomps on voices in SK's head I love him. Pulls Ron out of story and hugs him NO you may not harm him! No one else may have him. In fact I am very tempted to kill Hermione so I may have him.
Is it the red hair? Could it be that he and I have much in common? Is it because Rupert does such a great job of acting? (I didn't know boys could reach that pitch.) The answer to all of this is yes. But I will also state that I love nerdy guys, and you can't reach the highest form of nerd without the unkempt red hair. Oh yes!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or his friends. I do own Arc he is mine!
Chapter Two: The Snapes
"Snape, Arcturus!" McGonagall shouted. The outbursts of gasps caught Arc off guard. He stood in front of the entire school and looked around. He waited until everything grew quiet before breaking out into a huge smile.
"I'm guessing you've all heard of me?" Arc asked. He noticed the twins snickering at him. He heard a faint mumble come from the red headed boy that sat next to the raven-haired boy. It sounded like he said 'Oh God, not another Snape!' Arc chuckled with the comment. "So do I get to try on that hat or do I get to stand up here like a moron?" He allowed the transfiguration professor to put the hat on his head. It was no surprise to him when the hat called 'Slytherin!'
Draco had the biggest smile Arc had ever seen on his face. He strode over to the table making sure to keep all attention on him. He clapped Draco on the back before seating himself next to the young fair-haired man. Arc glanced around the table and was quickly introduced to Draco's friends. Dumbledore stood up in front of the entire school and went over a few things that didn't seem to hold Arc's interest for very long. Instead, Arc found himself looking over at the Gryffindor table at the young man with black hair. Draco noticed and smiled.
"You wanted to know who Potter was? That's him."
"Potter huh? He doesn't seem like anything too special." The pug- faced girl laughed at the comment. Arc looked at her.
"He's not. He's just so high and mighty just because he's one of Dumbledore's favorites. He thinks he can break any rules. When he was a first year he became seeker of the Gryffindor team."
"In his first year? He must be really good then."
"No, he's nothing special. He just gets treated different because he's the boy who lived." The girl, Blaise, said. Arc found himself watching the Harry's movements closely.
"The boy who lived huh? I guess I was never one to really pay much attention to that kind of thing." There was a pause everyone stared at him as if he had something so unbelievable.
"You just never paid attention?" Draco asked. Arc's eyes drifted to the girl sitting next to Harry. Arc found her fairly interesting.
"Who's that?"
"Who's who?" Draco asked. Arc pointed at the girl. "Granger. She thinks she's so damn smart. Mudblood. The red head is Weasley. He's a muggle lover just like his dad. It's hard to believe he's a pureblood." The food appeared on the plates. As they ate Draco went over whom everyone was. Arc nodded but didn't say much to the others. When the food disappeared Arc found himself being directed down to the dungeons. He felt a nice warmth take over him. He went up to the sixth year's room and fell into his bed. He glanced around to see four other young men in his room. He didn't really bother to pay much attention to their conversation. He slipped into his donut pajamas and crawled under the covers.
Around midnight Arc woke. He stared out one of the windows and saw the clear moon shining through. He smiled and climbed out of his bed and made his way to the common room.
Draco slept soundly his dreams allowing only a certain someone to permeate them. Draco moaned slightly. A pair of hazel eyes flashed in the darkness. Arc appeared by the blonde's bed and smiled gently as he sat down. The movement of the mattress didn't disturb Draco. Arc leaned over and gently ran his fingers through his younger friend's hair. With that simple touch the grey eyes flew open. Arc smiled lovingly at Draco.
"Arc." Draco whispered. Arc raised his finger to Draco's lips and silenced the youth.
Arc soon found that his father wasn't well liked by the rest of the school. In fact his father was lovingly referred to as the greasy haired git. Arc was not amused when he heard this but he shook it off. Unlike many Slytherins he found himself taking arithmecy instead of divination. He also found out that the girl called Granger was in his class. He could tell almost immediately that she had been put into the wrong house. She sat in the front row and already had her book out and was studying it. He sat down next to her.
"Hi, I'm Arc." He said charismatically offering his hand to her. She shook it.
"Hermione." She stated stiffly before going back to her book. Arc frowned slightly. He watched her read. She quickly grew agitated with him staring at her. "Can I help you with something?" She asked.
"Yeah. I just transferred here and I'm afraid that I haven't met very many people yet but I noticed you when I was standing up on the stage."
"No, the ones you noticed were Fred and George."
"The red heads?" He asked. Hermione nodded. "Well, who wouldn't notice them? But I saw you and I could tell that you were someone that I could get along with."
"Are you trying to ask me out?"
"Is it working?"
"No."
"Then, I'm not. I was just trying to talk to you. I thought you looked interesting, but I guess I was wrong." Arc said as he stood up. He noticed a slight blush cross her cheeks. It was out of embarrassment and anger. "Sorry to waste your time."
"What did you say?" She huffed. Arc stopped and smiled to himself. He had found the nerve. Now all he had to do was gently touch it anytime something didn't go his way.
"I said I was sorry that I wasted your time." He replied smoothly. He saw Hermione's jaw tighten with his mock ignorance. He waited for her to yell at him but to his surprise that moment never came.
"If you ask me you should most definitely transfer out of here." She said serenely. Arc raised his eyebrow and frowned at the girl.
"Oh?" He asked. Hermione furrowed her eyebrows at him.
"This isn't a class for jokers. I would only recommend you staying if you plan to study hard and not mess around like you are now. Normally, I would be happy to talk to anyone but you're not the kind of person I find interesting." She said. She had taken the knife, stabbed Arc in the heart with it, and twisted it around. He grabbed the imaginary wound and made a hurt face.
"Ow. That hurt." He said. He was amused with her rejection. "That's what I'm talking about. I knew you were interesting; it only took a bit of prying. I was sure it would take me much longer to get you to open up to me." He said shooting a smile at her. Hermione flushed with anger. She hadn't meant to play into his hands like that.
"Oh shut up." She growled. Arc sat down next to her and didn't say another word. Hermione couldn't figure out why. She decided that the young man was annoying but he was also a huge puzzle. She liked puzzles. He seemed like an incredibly complex one and she wanted to be the one to break him.
After arithmecy, Hermione and Arc stood by the door talking as the other students left to their next classes. It turned out that Arc was not such a bad guy after all. Hermione knew she was going to have a hell of a time telling Ron and Harry this. She could hear the red head's voice now. 'Not SO bad?' The youngest Weasley boy would shout. Hermione thought about not telling him at all but somehow that seemed out of the question.
"Hermione?" Arc asked as he waved his hand in front of her face. She jumped slightly but smiled at him. "You ok?" He asked. Hermione nodded as she turned to walk away.
"I'll see you later." She said in a half dazed manner. Arc took this chance to offer his company in walking her to her next class. He was delighted to find that it was the potions class. She tried to turn him down but in the end he won. Partially because Hermione was still stuck on the boy's reaction to what she was going to tell them and partially because she enjoyed the intelligent conversations that he presented. Hermione noticed that he slipped his arm in hers but didn't think much of it as they moved onward. She did think about it when she saw Ron waiting for her by the Potions room. Arc waited to see what would happen. He could sense something was going on between them but he found it much more fun to provoke, take a step back, and watch with suppressed laughter.
"Hermione," He said. The brown-eyed girl stared up at him and he saw that she looked absolutely mortified. He suddenly felt very sorry that he had done this. "I was wondering if I could stop by the Gryffindor table at dinner tonight?" She nodded. It was surprising to see how much trust he had gathered from her from the hour or so he had spent with her. He hugged her and turned to Ron. He winked at him and walked off towards the transfiguration room.
"Hermione?" Ron asked as he took a step towards her. She flipped around and had a strange look on her face. She looked embarrassed but at the same time it was something more. She was blushing! She was as red as Ron's hair; the tactless young man grew angry. "What is going on?" He asked in a dull roar. Hermione immediately stepped out of the whimsical thought and looked off into the direction that her unofficial crush had taken off into then her eyes flew back to Ron.
"Nothing." She said uncertainly. "At least nothing I know about."
Bwahahaha! I am evil. By the way SK! I am NOT killing Ron. Stomps on voices in SK's head I love him. Pulls Ron out of story and hugs him NO you may not harm him! No one else may have him. In fact I am very tempted to kill Hermione so I may have him.
Is it the red hair? Could it be that he and I have much in common? Is it because Rupert does such a great job of acting? (I didn't know boys could reach that pitch.) The answer to all of this is yes. But I will also state that I love nerdy guys, and you can't reach the highest form of nerd without the unkempt red hair. Oh yes!