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A/N: Okay, I know I said I wouldn't post but I just love writing ^^; Plus I got a review! *Hugs agi*
Jasmin woke up Saturday morning with determination to find some answers. She grabbed her clothes, got dressed, and headed to the Slytherin portiat. She was hoping that Draco Malfoy would be there. She was lucky. Standing outside the portiat was Draco. He his arm around Pansy Parkinson, his girlfriend. The rest of the hall was empty except for Crabbe and Goyle, Draco's henchmen, or idiots would be a better desciption. Their heads were totally empty. Everyone else was at the Quiddich match, just what Jasmin had hoped for.
When she approached the group, she saw them turn their heads in her direction. Jasmin glanced in Pansy's direction and replied, "If you know what's good for you, you'd leave," Pansy just snorted and turned her attention back on Draco. He wasn't paying any attention to her, he was still focused on Jasmin, a chilling smirk covering his face. Jasmin looked back at Pansy, "I said MOVE bitch!" Jasmin fired. Pansy was really pissed at this girl. Who did she think she was tell her to move away from what was hers?
"What are you going to do about it?" Pansy sneared. Jasmin grabbed Pansy but the shirt and nailed her in the side of the head. Pansy tumbled to the side, holding her face. Draco still had that smirk. He turned to Pansy and replied, "Go inside the commonroom, I'll deal with this."
Pansy glared at Jasmin, but as Pansy walked into the commonroom, she carried a defeated look. "Them too," Jasmin signaled. Malfoy ordered his goons inside the commonroom too. "What kind of harm can this girl do? I'm a Malfoy," Draco reasoned. Now he looked back at Jasmin, what did this chick want?
"Did you come for some?" Draco asked, checking Jasmin out.
"Are you joking? Why would I?" She replied back. She was pissed. Why did this asshole think he was all that?
"So what DID you come here for? I mean, I don't think you punched Pansy in the face for nothing."
"Well, she deserved it. But no, that's not why I'm here." At this point, Jasmin whipped out her wand and shouted "Expelliarmus!" Suddenly Draco's wand flew out of his pocket and into her hand.
"Why did you do that?" He shouted.
"I just want to ask you a few questions." Jasmin replied. She held her wand more than an arms length away from Draco, incase he tried to steal it.
"Like what?"
"Like the hell WHY WERE YOU GRINNING WHEN YOU SAW THE NEWS OF THE OTHER ATTACK? Is this one big joke to you? If it is, you better say your prayers, 'cause you won't be grinning anymore!"
"Why kind of question is that?"Draco replied casually, "It's quite obvious. I loved that look on Potty's face when he saw the news. It was priceless." Draco smirked again, "Didn't you like it?"
At this point Jasmin couldn't stand anymore. She walked up to Draco and slapped him right across the face. Magic was great, but the feeling of acually hitting someone was so much better, especially when it came to Malfoy. A red mark of a hand covered part of his cheek, but you could barely see it on the beet red background of Draco's face. He couldn't take anymore of this crap. He stood up and grabbed Jasmin by the arm. She didn't have time to think of a spell so she kicked him right in the nuts. He fell to the floor, wimpering like a puppy. Jasmin was partly surprise at what she did, but she thought back and realized he really deserved it. If she hadn't, what would he have done?
Unfortunantly, Professor McGonagall saw the whole thing. She marched up to Jasmin, grabbed her by the arm, and dragged her Dumbledore's office. For the second time in a year, she followed the winding staircase up to the double doors. This time McGonagall didn't even knock, but barged right in. And this time Dumbledore was examining his Pheonix. When he heard us, he turned around and, again, gazed at us through those half-moon glasses. McGonagall started,
"Headmaster, I saw this student beat on Mr. Malfoy." She shot.
"Thanks you Minerva, you can leave now." He replied. McGonagall looked taken aback. Jasmin was surprised too. Did he just order McGonagall to leave? Irritated, McGonagall released Jasmin from her grip and headed down the staircase. Dumbledore focused his attention back on Jasmin.
"Do I understand right? You attacked Mr. Malfoy? I know there's something your not telling me. Come out with it now. I'm not going to hurt you." Dumbledore said. Jasmin looked at her feet. Even she was ashamed of what she had done, even if he deserved it.
"Not telling, eh? I thought this might happen. I don't want to do this but-" Dumbledore snapped his fingers and Professor Serveus Snape emerged from the shadows. He was holding a vial containing some sort of liquid. Jasmin realized what it was. Truth Elixer. He was going to make her tell him the truth. Snape walked over to a cabinet, retrived a glass and poured the elixer in. He pushed it into Jasmin's hands. What choice did she have? Jasmin tilted the glass back, and let the elixer run down her throat.
A/N: Yep! A cliffer. I had to ^^; I didn't really have any this whole story.
A/N: Okay, I know I said I wouldn't post but I just love writing ^^; Plus I got a review! *Hugs agi*
Jasmin woke up Saturday morning with determination to find some answers. She grabbed her clothes, got dressed, and headed to the Slytherin portiat. She was hoping that Draco Malfoy would be there. She was lucky. Standing outside the portiat was Draco. He his arm around Pansy Parkinson, his girlfriend. The rest of the hall was empty except for Crabbe and Goyle, Draco's henchmen, or idiots would be a better desciption. Their heads were totally empty. Everyone else was at the Quiddich match, just what Jasmin had hoped for.
When she approached the group, she saw them turn their heads in her direction. Jasmin glanced in Pansy's direction and replied, "If you know what's good for you, you'd leave," Pansy just snorted and turned her attention back on Draco. He wasn't paying any attention to her, he was still focused on Jasmin, a chilling smirk covering his face. Jasmin looked back at Pansy, "I said MOVE bitch!" Jasmin fired. Pansy was really pissed at this girl. Who did she think she was tell her to move away from what was hers?
"What are you going to do about it?" Pansy sneared. Jasmin grabbed Pansy but the shirt and nailed her in the side of the head. Pansy tumbled to the side, holding her face. Draco still had that smirk. He turned to Pansy and replied, "Go inside the commonroom, I'll deal with this."
Pansy glared at Jasmin, but as Pansy walked into the commonroom, she carried a defeated look. "Them too," Jasmin signaled. Malfoy ordered his goons inside the commonroom too. "What kind of harm can this girl do? I'm a Malfoy," Draco reasoned. Now he looked back at Jasmin, what did this chick want?
"Did you come for some?" Draco asked, checking Jasmin out.
"Are you joking? Why would I?" She replied back. She was pissed. Why did this asshole think he was all that?
"So what DID you come here for? I mean, I don't think you punched Pansy in the face for nothing."
"Well, she deserved it. But no, that's not why I'm here." At this point, Jasmin whipped out her wand and shouted "Expelliarmus!" Suddenly Draco's wand flew out of his pocket and into her hand.
"Why did you do that?" He shouted.
"I just want to ask you a few questions." Jasmin replied. She held her wand more than an arms length away from Draco, incase he tried to steal it.
"Like what?"
"Like the hell WHY WERE YOU GRINNING WHEN YOU SAW THE NEWS OF THE OTHER ATTACK? Is this one big joke to you? If it is, you better say your prayers, 'cause you won't be grinning anymore!"
"Why kind of question is that?"Draco replied casually, "It's quite obvious. I loved that look on Potty's face when he saw the news. It was priceless." Draco smirked again, "Didn't you like it?"
At this point Jasmin couldn't stand anymore. She walked up to Draco and slapped him right across the face. Magic was great, but the feeling of acually hitting someone was so much better, especially when it came to Malfoy. A red mark of a hand covered part of his cheek, but you could barely see it on the beet red background of Draco's face. He couldn't take anymore of this crap. He stood up and grabbed Jasmin by the arm. She didn't have time to think of a spell so she kicked him right in the nuts. He fell to the floor, wimpering like a puppy. Jasmin was partly surprise at what she did, but she thought back and realized he really deserved it. If she hadn't, what would he have done?
Unfortunantly, Professor McGonagall saw the whole thing. She marched up to Jasmin, grabbed her by the arm, and dragged her Dumbledore's office. For the second time in a year, she followed the winding staircase up to the double doors. This time McGonagall didn't even knock, but barged right in. And this time Dumbledore was examining his Pheonix. When he heard us, he turned around and, again, gazed at us through those half-moon glasses. McGonagall started,
"Headmaster, I saw this student beat on Mr. Malfoy." She shot.
"Thanks you Minerva, you can leave now." He replied. McGonagall looked taken aback. Jasmin was surprised too. Did he just order McGonagall to leave? Irritated, McGonagall released Jasmin from her grip and headed down the staircase. Dumbledore focused his attention back on Jasmin.
"Do I understand right? You attacked Mr. Malfoy? I know there's something your not telling me. Come out with it now. I'm not going to hurt you." Dumbledore said. Jasmin looked at her feet. Even she was ashamed of what she had done, even if he deserved it.
"Not telling, eh? I thought this might happen. I don't want to do this but-" Dumbledore snapped his fingers and Professor Serveus Snape emerged from the shadows. He was holding a vial containing some sort of liquid. Jasmin realized what it was. Truth Elixer. He was going to make her tell him the truth. Snape walked over to a cabinet, retrived a glass and poured the elixer in. He pushed it into Jasmin's hands. What choice did she have? Jasmin tilted the glass back, and let the elixer run down her throat.
A/N: Yep! A cliffer. I had to ^^; I didn't really have any this whole story.