A/N: My, that was a long chapter. I really hope you liked it! I'm still
deciding if Hermione should have a boyfriend (not necessarily Ron) when I
introduce her into the story. Maybe you guys could tell me who she should
be with?
***Chapter Two: Foul Pansy Parkinson***
Later that evening, around 6:00pm, Samantha was unpacking her things in her dormitory. Though the Slytherin dungeons started underground, the girls and boys dormitories went up above ground two stories. Samantha's dorm was at the top and had its own balcony which surprisingly had its own staircase so that you could walk down to the lake if you wanted. The doors to the balcony were made of a deep mahogany, like the other furnishings, and had frosted glass. The doors only opened with a password and for girls,
The dormitory had stone walls and dark forest green shag carpet. There were five beds in the room, all belonging to the other seventh year girls. Near the far wall was a staircase, leading down to the other dormitories and the common room. The room was charming, with highly detailed posts on the four poster beds and velveteen curtains on each bed. There were only two windows. One was stained glass with a picture of the Hogwarts castle on it. The other jutted out towards the outsides so you could walk up to the window and have a sit with your feet dangling if you dared. This window was right beside Samantha's bed.
Samantha's trunk sat at the end of her bed. Her other belongings were scattered on the silver bedspread. She placed a single picture on her beside table. It was of her parents. Then Samantha carefully took out her posters. First came one of Miyavi, a rock-star from Japan.
"Stickio!" Samantha said, waving her 14 inch oak wand at the poster she held against the wall. Instantly, it stuck.
Then Samantha took out a poster of the band Queen. Again, she used the same spell to stick it too the wall. By the time fifteen minutes had passed, Samantha had plastered posters of Our Lady Peace, Good Charlotte and Alice Cooper all over the wall around her bed.
"Who are they?" a slimy voice spoke at Samantha.
She turned around and faced the voice. Pansy Parkinson and her little minions. The stupid girl was pug-faced and ugly, yet she still was able to sleep with every guy in the school.
Samantha pointed to the posters one by one. "That's Our Lady Peace, a Canadian band that I'm sure you've never heard of. And that's Good Charlotte, and that is Alice Cooper. He's old now, but his music kicks ass. That is Queen. You must have heard of them! They're from Britain. This guy though," She pointed to Freddie. "is dead."
"Uh huh, and what about her?" Pansy pointed to Miyavi.
Samantha glared. "'She', you stupid git, is a him."
Well that certainly shut Pansy up. She looked at Samantha in an odd way then snapped her fingers. Her minions followed after her right away and they left down the stairway.
Samantha snickered. "Thank god she's gone!"
Samantha got back to unpacking her things. A diary (in which she kept her poetry and songs) that she put in a locked drawer in the beside table, a box of Bertie Botts Every Flavoured Beans, a book detailing the rising and falls of Lord Voldemort, and a huge collection of CDs. Samantha had begged the headmaster to let her be able to use her Discman. He said yes, so Samantha wasn't deprived of music.
******
Once everything was unpacked, Samantha grabbed her broom. A Phoenix 1000; the best broom on the market. It was 7:00pm so it wasn't too late for some flying around the grounds. Samantha left through the balcony doors and hopped on her broom. Instantly she felt the rush of cold air in her face. It blew back her waist-length hair making it blend into the night. "This is how it should be," Samantha thought, "Me, my broomstick and the night."
She zoomed around the grounds, swerving in-between turrets and under bridges. She skimmed across the lake, making water splash up at her. Finally, she landed on a rock that jutted out of water. Samantha twirled her finger in the water.
"Zinok, didn't know you could fly so well!"
"Are you stalking me or something, Draco?"
"I find you interesting. Take it as a compliment."
"Whatever. What are you doing out here?" Samantha sat up. The rock was big enough for the both of them. Just barely... She could push him into the water at anytime... Then he'd have to take off his clothes...
"Practicing my flying. I noticed you were too."
"Indeed I was. You on the Quidditch team or something?"
"You're looking at the Slytherin Seeker!" he said with pride.
"Anymore space on the team?" Samantha asked him hopefully.
"Why? Want to see me in action closer up?"
"My, my, full of ourselves aren't we?" She raised one eyebrow at him. "I was on my Quidditch team at Durmstrang... And at Beauxbatons. I'm a good Chaser."
Samantha stood up so she was eye to eye with the Malfoy. He was just a bit taller than her.
"Our sweaters match," she pointed out. Both of them were wearing dark green sweaters.
"Good thing our bottoms don't match," Draco laughed, looking at her mini- skirt.
"I could arrange for you to wear a skirt too."
"No, I'm good."
"Too bad. A guy in a skirt is sexy."
Samantha smiled a sexy smile at Draco and he did his ever so cute smirk. They got closer and closer to each other. Samantha cheered in her mind. They were going to kiss!
******
Damn that Pansy Parkinson. She just had to show up at the right moment, ruining everything. Oh and not mention, she was Draco's girlfriend. "A waste of good meat!" Samantha whined to Blaise Zambini, the next night. Blaise and Samantha had met in class, and instantly they connected. They were sitting on Samantha's bed. He had flown his broom up the stairs so that he wouldn't slide down. They needed some privacy. Everyone was in the common room.
"Who, Draco or Pansy?"
Samantha glared. "Find then, no more Bertie Botts for you!"
Blaise did a puppy dog face and started to whine like one.
"Oh my god, Blaise!" Samantha tackled him. She giggled as he made a stunned look.
"Having fun, Zinok?" Pansy's poison voice asked her as she came up the stairs. "Next thing you know, you too will be fucking each other. Please keep it pg-13; I'm in no mood for porn."
"Bitch," Samantha spat.
"Not denying it? Well you too have your fun; I'm going to go see Draco."
"How did you get him, anyways?" Samantha asked her. "I mean look at him, and look at you! You're even wearing the stupid uniform how it's supposed to go!"
Pansy raised her eyebrows. "Dearie, I have to wear this. You chose to wear that." Pansy laughed and left back down the staircase, carrying the sweater that she came to get.
"God," Samantha sighed. "It's useless. Every time I actually like some guy, they end up with someone like that!"
"Hey," Blaise soothed. He brushed her black hair out of her face. She was almost in tears. "You've always got me."
Samantha smiled and hugged her friend. At least she had Potions to look forward to the next day. It had always been her favourite subject and professor Snape sounded nice, according to the Slytherins.
Then again, rumors almost always are wrong.
***End of Chapter Two***
***Chapter Two: Foul Pansy Parkinson***
Later that evening, around 6:00pm, Samantha was unpacking her things in her dormitory. Though the Slytherin dungeons started underground, the girls and boys dormitories went up above ground two stories. Samantha's dorm was at the top and had its own balcony which surprisingly had its own staircase so that you could walk down to the lake if you wanted. The doors to the balcony were made of a deep mahogany, like the other furnishings, and had frosted glass. The doors only opened with a password and for girls,
The dormitory had stone walls and dark forest green shag carpet. There were five beds in the room, all belonging to the other seventh year girls. Near the far wall was a staircase, leading down to the other dormitories and the common room. The room was charming, with highly detailed posts on the four poster beds and velveteen curtains on each bed. There were only two windows. One was stained glass with a picture of the Hogwarts castle on it. The other jutted out towards the outsides so you could walk up to the window and have a sit with your feet dangling if you dared. This window was right beside Samantha's bed.
Samantha's trunk sat at the end of her bed. Her other belongings were scattered on the silver bedspread. She placed a single picture on her beside table. It was of her parents. Then Samantha carefully took out her posters. First came one of Miyavi, a rock-star from Japan.
"Stickio!" Samantha said, waving her 14 inch oak wand at the poster she held against the wall. Instantly, it stuck.
Then Samantha took out a poster of the band Queen. Again, she used the same spell to stick it too the wall. By the time fifteen minutes had passed, Samantha had plastered posters of Our Lady Peace, Good Charlotte and Alice Cooper all over the wall around her bed.
"Who are they?" a slimy voice spoke at Samantha.
She turned around and faced the voice. Pansy Parkinson and her little minions. The stupid girl was pug-faced and ugly, yet she still was able to sleep with every guy in the school.
Samantha pointed to the posters one by one. "That's Our Lady Peace, a Canadian band that I'm sure you've never heard of. And that's Good Charlotte, and that is Alice Cooper. He's old now, but his music kicks ass. That is Queen. You must have heard of them! They're from Britain. This guy though," She pointed to Freddie. "is dead."
"Uh huh, and what about her?" Pansy pointed to Miyavi.
Samantha glared. "'She', you stupid git, is a him."
Well that certainly shut Pansy up. She looked at Samantha in an odd way then snapped her fingers. Her minions followed after her right away and they left down the stairway.
Samantha snickered. "Thank god she's gone!"
Samantha got back to unpacking her things. A diary (in which she kept her poetry and songs) that she put in a locked drawer in the beside table, a box of Bertie Botts Every Flavoured Beans, a book detailing the rising and falls of Lord Voldemort, and a huge collection of CDs. Samantha had begged the headmaster to let her be able to use her Discman. He said yes, so Samantha wasn't deprived of music.
******
Once everything was unpacked, Samantha grabbed her broom. A Phoenix 1000; the best broom on the market. It was 7:00pm so it wasn't too late for some flying around the grounds. Samantha left through the balcony doors and hopped on her broom. Instantly she felt the rush of cold air in her face. It blew back her waist-length hair making it blend into the night. "This is how it should be," Samantha thought, "Me, my broomstick and the night."
She zoomed around the grounds, swerving in-between turrets and under bridges. She skimmed across the lake, making water splash up at her. Finally, she landed on a rock that jutted out of water. Samantha twirled her finger in the water.
"Zinok, didn't know you could fly so well!"
"Are you stalking me or something, Draco?"
"I find you interesting. Take it as a compliment."
"Whatever. What are you doing out here?" Samantha sat up. The rock was big enough for the both of them. Just barely... She could push him into the water at anytime... Then he'd have to take off his clothes...
"Practicing my flying. I noticed you were too."
"Indeed I was. You on the Quidditch team or something?"
"You're looking at the Slytherin Seeker!" he said with pride.
"Anymore space on the team?" Samantha asked him hopefully.
"Why? Want to see me in action closer up?"
"My, my, full of ourselves aren't we?" She raised one eyebrow at him. "I was on my Quidditch team at Durmstrang... And at Beauxbatons. I'm a good Chaser."
Samantha stood up so she was eye to eye with the Malfoy. He was just a bit taller than her.
"Our sweaters match," she pointed out. Both of them were wearing dark green sweaters.
"Good thing our bottoms don't match," Draco laughed, looking at her mini- skirt.
"I could arrange for you to wear a skirt too."
"No, I'm good."
"Too bad. A guy in a skirt is sexy."
Samantha smiled a sexy smile at Draco and he did his ever so cute smirk. They got closer and closer to each other. Samantha cheered in her mind. They were going to kiss!
******
Damn that Pansy Parkinson. She just had to show up at the right moment, ruining everything. Oh and not mention, she was Draco's girlfriend. "A waste of good meat!" Samantha whined to Blaise Zambini, the next night. Blaise and Samantha had met in class, and instantly they connected. They were sitting on Samantha's bed. He had flown his broom up the stairs so that he wouldn't slide down. They needed some privacy. Everyone was in the common room.
"Who, Draco or Pansy?"
Samantha glared. "Find then, no more Bertie Botts for you!"
Blaise did a puppy dog face and started to whine like one.
"Oh my god, Blaise!" Samantha tackled him. She giggled as he made a stunned look.
"Having fun, Zinok?" Pansy's poison voice asked her as she came up the stairs. "Next thing you know, you too will be fucking each other. Please keep it pg-13; I'm in no mood for porn."
"Bitch," Samantha spat.
"Not denying it? Well you too have your fun; I'm going to go see Draco."
"How did you get him, anyways?" Samantha asked her. "I mean look at him, and look at you! You're even wearing the stupid uniform how it's supposed to go!"
Pansy raised her eyebrows. "Dearie, I have to wear this. You chose to wear that." Pansy laughed and left back down the staircase, carrying the sweater that she came to get.
"God," Samantha sighed. "It's useless. Every time I actually like some guy, they end up with someone like that!"
"Hey," Blaise soothed. He brushed her black hair out of her face. She was almost in tears. "You've always got me."
Samantha smiled and hugged her friend. At least she had Potions to look forward to the next day. It had always been her favourite subject and professor Snape sounded nice, according to the Slytherins.
Then again, rumors almost always are wrong.
***End of Chapter Two***