Chapter 2
The rest of the week passed by dully and tediously, especially when I usually got so much pleasure out of pranking others- and there were a lot of pranks this week: a couple first year muggle-borns who didn't know what an acid pop was (poor dears), some Slytherins who became lambs and one became Mary and guess what song they sang? There were some other pranks too but I can't remember what they were now.
That morning, I woke up just about as bored as I had every other day. Dew still hadn't noticed me any more than usual. I haven't gone out with anyone since I figured out Dew supposedly wants a long term thing. And I've tried to flirt more than ever. Nothing seems to work. Breakfast passed by slowly but finally the bell rang and I stood up with James and Remus and Peter and we made our way out of the Hall. We spilt ways there. Peter hadn't made it into the N.E.W.T. level Potions class and to tell the truth I wish I had flunked that test as well. I really didn't need Professor Islandir for any more terms.
So James, Remus, and I walked down to the dungeons. We walked into the Potions classroom and began to walk to our usual seats while basically ignoring everyone else. Of course, James had to give the tiniest of smiles to Evans, who actually gave a tiny smile back this time. I know James better than anyone, and the look of happiness that crossed his eyes was unmistakable. Remus sat first on a stool followed by James who still looked a bit dazed. It was right now that I noticed that the tables made for three each now only had two stools at them. If you haven't already digested what I just told you, that meant I had no where at the table to sit. After a confused look, I naturally sat at the empty table right behind them.
The Islandir walked in about two seconds later. "Students, the person sitting next to you is your partner for the project I'm about to assign." He heard a groan go out through the class. "be grateful I did not pick your partners" he said as he reached his desk and looked at the class. "or perhaps I might..." he said. "Mr. Black..." he said looking at me and then looking about the class. "since you do not have a partner and everyone here is partnered up, then it would seem one group must have three"
And that was excellent news to me. I would not only have James as my best buddy but have Remus to take the work load off. I was about to open my mouth to tell Islandir to put me with James and Remus when the door of the dungeon opened and in walked Rose Mendez.
The sneer on the professor's face was easy to see as he said, "Miss Mendez, you are late. Five points from Gryffindor"
"sorry" I barely heard her mumble.
Islandir then evilly looked at me, "but now I suppose, Mr. Black, that we no longer have a partner problem. You shall be paired with Miss Mendez."
Hold up. Stop. Rewind. Freeze.... WHAT? Mendez? THAT Mendez? No. Way.
"No. Way." Rose said voicing out my thoughts.
"No arguments from either of you. Take your seat Miss Mendez." Said Islandir and from his tone of voice you knew the subject had come to a close.
Rose had her jaw set and eyes narrowed as she walked briskly to my table and slid into the stool easily before letting her bag fall to the floor.
I wasn't too happy about this either. Not only had I missed out on my opportunity to work with James and Remus, but I had to work with someone who was right on my list along with Snape. That's right. I really dislike her as much as Snivellus. If I disliked her any more, it would be hating her. "Mendez," I said not looking at her and taking out my supplies and parchment to write down the instructions. I was surprised to see that when I looked over at her, her stuff was out and she was already writing the instructions that had been put on the board with a swish of Islandir's wand.
Rose still wasn't looking at me when she said, "I hope you aren't as bad in potion brewing and research as you are at trying to woo my sister." She said with a raised eyebrow as she wrote at the same time. Girls really can multi-task.
I stiffened. "Since when was it your business, Mendez?" I spat as I began writing.
"Family matters are my business, Black," she answered silkily.
"You usually don't involve yourself in matters which include your sister in them," I replied smoothly.
"I'm not involving myself; merely interesting myself so as to keep updated on school business." She replied and without looking at her, I could sense she was smiling in triumph. I had nothing to say, so, in essence, she had won this battle.
For a while we wrote the long list on the board into our own notes. We had to, in a nutshell, get a famous potion brewer from a list of specific books. Write a six-foot parchment report on him and his accomplishments. Then we had to pick out his or her famous potion or one of their famous potions and brew it ourselves and on a separate parchment, write the ingredients. For extra credit, which no one ever did, we could write on another separate parchment, what in the ingredients and order made the potion do what it actually did (like what in the Anti-burn Potion made the burn subside and go away?).
Finally, I whispered, "what has you so interested in the fact that that I like your sister? Is little Rosy a bit jealous?"
"Oh, please, Black" she said quietly and venomously. "Lily Evans and James Potter will fall madly in love with each other when I'm jealous of your obsession of my sister. Besides, you'd never be able to get her anyway"
My eyes narrowed, "I wouldn't be so high and mighty, Mendez. I might not have your sister but I can have any girl in this school at my feet with a snap of my fingers. On the other hand, you can't manage to get a guy at all. Can't say your looks help much with the problem, though." I spat lowly at her,
She just kept looking over her notes and I saw her eyes flash. "You might have heard my sister wants a long-term thing?" she asked.
I wondered how she had gotten over my insult so quickly but went on with her anyway, "yes, I have"
"Well, one of her 'Guy Must-haves' is that he has to be a gentleman." Rose replied still not looking at me, as always.
"Are you implying I'm not a gentleman?" I asked evenly.
"Were you implying I'm ugly?" she asked in the same level tone.
"Well..." I didn't know what to say. What could I say?
"Just to answer your question, Black, I was not implying you aren't a gentleman" she said. "I was trying to say it straight out. Black, you aren't a gentleman." She said smirking but still looking at her notes and taking out her potions book which she was looking through since it was one of the references.
Ouch. I had let my guard down for that one. I hadn't even seen it coming. I couldn't let her have too many of those. "So what can you do about the fact that I'm not a gentleman?" I asked. "Because of you can't do anything, you shouldn't talk to begin with."
"Well, I can do something," she said. "Interested?"
I raised an eyebrow, "Would it require me spending time with you?" I asked inquisitively.
"I predict we'll have to spend more time together anyway since this assignment seems unbearably long right now" she said dryly.
"I'm listening," I said looking straight forward at the professor who was talking about something I didn't really care about.
"You teach me how to 'doll myself up' and in exchange I teach you how to be a gentleman." She said simply.
I raised my eyebrows. That idea didn't actually sound half bad.
"Trust me, Black" she said. "You'd be getting the better part of the deal. Because no matter how long it takes you to make me up, it will indubitably take me longer to make you a gentleman."
Bollocks! She had gotten me again! I hadn't seen that one coming either. Another thing: what does indubitably mean? I'll have to ask Moony later.
"So what do you say?" she asked. She held out her right hand under the desk.
I looked down at it and then at her. Would it be worth it? Taking time out of my day to make Rose beautiful (or as beautiful as I could get her anyway) in exchange for her making me a gentleman which could lead to me dating Dew? My mind made up its decision.
I shook her hand, "Deal."
********** I updated!!!!!!!! I hope you like this chapter.... The story begins. Lol.
READ AND REVIEW!!!!!!!!
And for any of you who like this story please check out my other one. It Harry and another character I made up. PG-13 but I think it's that rating because it's Harry. Not too nice in the beginning but it will become fluffy!
The rest of the week passed by dully and tediously, especially when I usually got so much pleasure out of pranking others- and there were a lot of pranks this week: a couple first year muggle-borns who didn't know what an acid pop was (poor dears), some Slytherins who became lambs and one became Mary and guess what song they sang? There were some other pranks too but I can't remember what they were now.
That morning, I woke up just about as bored as I had every other day. Dew still hadn't noticed me any more than usual. I haven't gone out with anyone since I figured out Dew supposedly wants a long term thing. And I've tried to flirt more than ever. Nothing seems to work. Breakfast passed by slowly but finally the bell rang and I stood up with James and Remus and Peter and we made our way out of the Hall. We spilt ways there. Peter hadn't made it into the N.E.W.T. level Potions class and to tell the truth I wish I had flunked that test as well. I really didn't need Professor Islandir for any more terms.
So James, Remus, and I walked down to the dungeons. We walked into the Potions classroom and began to walk to our usual seats while basically ignoring everyone else. Of course, James had to give the tiniest of smiles to Evans, who actually gave a tiny smile back this time. I know James better than anyone, and the look of happiness that crossed his eyes was unmistakable. Remus sat first on a stool followed by James who still looked a bit dazed. It was right now that I noticed that the tables made for three each now only had two stools at them. If you haven't already digested what I just told you, that meant I had no where at the table to sit. After a confused look, I naturally sat at the empty table right behind them.
The Islandir walked in about two seconds later. "Students, the person sitting next to you is your partner for the project I'm about to assign." He heard a groan go out through the class. "be grateful I did not pick your partners" he said as he reached his desk and looked at the class. "or perhaps I might..." he said. "Mr. Black..." he said looking at me and then looking about the class. "since you do not have a partner and everyone here is partnered up, then it would seem one group must have three"
And that was excellent news to me. I would not only have James as my best buddy but have Remus to take the work load off. I was about to open my mouth to tell Islandir to put me with James and Remus when the door of the dungeon opened and in walked Rose Mendez.
The sneer on the professor's face was easy to see as he said, "Miss Mendez, you are late. Five points from Gryffindor"
"sorry" I barely heard her mumble.
Islandir then evilly looked at me, "but now I suppose, Mr. Black, that we no longer have a partner problem. You shall be paired with Miss Mendez."
Hold up. Stop. Rewind. Freeze.... WHAT? Mendez? THAT Mendez? No. Way.
"No. Way." Rose said voicing out my thoughts.
"No arguments from either of you. Take your seat Miss Mendez." Said Islandir and from his tone of voice you knew the subject had come to a close.
Rose had her jaw set and eyes narrowed as she walked briskly to my table and slid into the stool easily before letting her bag fall to the floor.
I wasn't too happy about this either. Not only had I missed out on my opportunity to work with James and Remus, but I had to work with someone who was right on my list along with Snape. That's right. I really dislike her as much as Snivellus. If I disliked her any more, it would be hating her. "Mendez," I said not looking at her and taking out my supplies and parchment to write down the instructions. I was surprised to see that when I looked over at her, her stuff was out and she was already writing the instructions that had been put on the board with a swish of Islandir's wand.
Rose still wasn't looking at me when she said, "I hope you aren't as bad in potion brewing and research as you are at trying to woo my sister." She said with a raised eyebrow as she wrote at the same time. Girls really can multi-task.
I stiffened. "Since when was it your business, Mendez?" I spat as I began writing.
"Family matters are my business, Black," she answered silkily.
"You usually don't involve yourself in matters which include your sister in them," I replied smoothly.
"I'm not involving myself; merely interesting myself so as to keep updated on school business." She replied and without looking at her, I could sense she was smiling in triumph. I had nothing to say, so, in essence, she had won this battle.
For a while we wrote the long list on the board into our own notes. We had to, in a nutshell, get a famous potion brewer from a list of specific books. Write a six-foot parchment report on him and his accomplishments. Then we had to pick out his or her famous potion or one of their famous potions and brew it ourselves and on a separate parchment, write the ingredients. For extra credit, which no one ever did, we could write on another separate parchment, what in the ingredients and order made the potion do what it actually did (like what in the Anti-burn Potion made the burn subside and go away?).
Finally, I whispered, "what has you so interested in the fact that that I like your sister? Is little Rosy a bit jealous?"
"Oh, please, Black" she said quietly and venomously. "Lily Evans and James Potter will fall madly in love with each other when I'm jealous of your obsession of my sister. Besides, you'd never be able to get her anyway"
My eyes narrowed, "I wouldn't be so high and mighty, Mendez. I might not have your sister but I can have any girl in this school at my feet with a snap of my fingers. On the other hand, you can't manage to get a guy at all. Can't say your looks help much with the problem, though." I spat lowly at her,
She just kept looking over her notes and I saw her eyes flash. "You might have heard my sister wants a long-term thing?" she asked.
I wondered how she had gotten over my insult so quickly but went on with her anyway, "yes, I have"
"Well, one of her 'Guy Must-haves' is that he has to be a gentleman." Rose replied still not looking at me, as always.
"Are you implying I'm not a gentleman?" I asked evenly.
"Were you implying I'm ugly?" she asked in the same level tone.
"Well..." I didn't know what to say. What could I say?
"Just to answer your question, Black, I was not implying you aren't a gentleman" she said. "I was trying to say it straight out. Black, you aren't a gentleman." She said smirking but still looking at her notes and taking out her potions book which she was looking through since it was one of the references.
Ouch. I had let my guard down for that one. I hadn't even seen it coming. I couldn't let her have too many of those. "So what can you do about the fact that I'm not a gentleman?" I asked. "Because of you can't do anything, you shouldn't talk to begin with."
"Well, I can do something," she said. "Interested?"
I raised an eyebrow, "Would it require me spending time with you?" I asked inquisitively.
"I predict we'll have to spend more time together anyway since this assignment seems unbearably long right now" she said dryly.
"I'm listening," I said looking straight forward at the professor who was talking about something I didn't really care about.
"You teach me how to 'doll myself up' and in exchange I teach you how to be a gentleman." She said simply.
I raised my eyebrows. That idea didn't actually sound half bad.
"Trust me, Black" she said. "You'd be getting the better part of the deal. Because no matter how long it takes you to make me up, it will indubitably take me longer to make you a gentleman."
Bollocks! She had gotten me again! I hadn't seen that one coming either. Another thing: what does indubitably mean? I'll have to ask Moony later.
"So what do you say?" she asked. She held out her right hand under the desk.
I looked down at it and then at her. Would it be worth it? Taking time out of my day to make Rose beautiful (or as beautiful as I could get her anyway) in exchange for her making me a gentleman which could lead to me dating Dew? My mind made up its decision.
I shook her hand, "Deal."
********** I updated!!!!!!!! I hope you like this chapter.... The story begins. Lol.
READ AND REVIEW!!!!!!!!
And for any of you who like this story please check out my other one. It Harry and another character I made up. PG-13 but I think it's that rating because it's Harry. Not too nice in the beginning but it will become fluffy!