Chapter 2: The Boggart- and a not-so-calm-Remus
Disclaimer: NOTHINGS GONNA CHANGE PEOPLE!!!
Loud footsteps could be heard down the silent corridor. Everyone was in class except a certain blonde haired boy; Malfoy to be exact; Draco Malfoy. He dashed up the spiral staircase, his book bag flying behind him. The sling around his left arm was halfway down his shoulder.
He could see the door leading to Defense Against the Dark Arts. Magically the door swung open. He tried to skid to a stop be did poorly and crashed into a couple of desks; about four or five book feel, quills scattered and papers went everywhere.
Just as the last, assignment landed Remus was seen looking directly at the not-so-innocent boy.
"Nice of you to join us, Draco." Remus drawled as he lazily pointed his wand at the mess. Less than a second everything was back to normal. Well, not everything. The class lifted with laughter as Draco looked shamelessly at his feet. Ignore them, ignore them. He repeated in his head.
"Mr. Malfoy—"Remus said above the laughter. "Why were you late?"
"Didn't get enough sleep, must've turned off my alarm." He shrugged not daring to look anywhere but his shoes. Which came very interesting how they always looked the same, shinny and new.
"Sorry, Professor." Draco muttered as he made the back of the classroom his best friend. He set his bookbag down, fixed his sling and pulled out his wand. He sighed. Great----I was late----what an entrance---Father's going to kill me.
"Now as I was saying—"Draco heard Remus begin, but quickly lost interest of his voice and entered his own world. Just then Isabella, who didn't laugh at the site, lightly touched his hand.
"Hey." She whispered.
"Hey."
"Nice entrance."
He grinned. "You liked it? I didn't plan it, but it seemed just right."
Isabella giggled. "Yeah, it made you...more you"
Chuckling Draco continued. "Well, why didn't you laugh?"
"Now why would I do that? Draco- you've been my best friend since we were little children." She rose an eyebrow.
"Why would I laugh at you? I'd only laugh with you, not at you."
"Well, if you did that---I'd have to chuckle." He stated clearly.
"But—"
"No buts Miss Garrison, I admit I would laugh, not too loud, in-fact not loud at all, but just enough so you'd know I thought it was funny."
"Ahem---"Came Remus' voice. "Sorry to interrupt your little chit-chat but we're in class." He folded his arm, his amber eyes glowing.
"Honestly, Mr. Malfoy you come late to my class, cause chaos at it and what are you doing now? Planning a date?!" He tapped his foot.
"This isn't blind date, this is Defense Against the Dark Arts, unless you wish for me to teach, How to defend me from Miss Garrison, I suggest you two keep your "meetings" private."
The class lifted in a up-roar of laughter,(Harry was laughing the loudest and clearly getting on Draco's nerves.) Remus put up his hand to silence them. "Now as I was saying, Boggarts are driven away by one spell; repeat after me, Riddikulus!"
"Riddukikulls" was the response, Remus shook his head. "No no no, Riddikulus!" Finally they said it right, pleased Remus smiled. "Excellent! Oh, and another thing that drives a Boggart mad is---can anyone tell me?"
"Laughter." Isabella said before Hermione could speak. "The first person to discover the Boggart was Sir James Isaac's, a very funny little man who never showed his fears to anyone. Until one day he was out and was face to face with a basilisk. Back then no one knew that if you look into a basilisk eyes you are instantly killed."
"He however countered it's deadly was and lived. The village that he lived in thought of him as a witch and burned him at the stake, not knowing he used a broken piece from his mirror. When they saw the man die before them, none of them slept, for they knew he wasn't a witch."
"Wonderful, Miss Garrison! 20 points to Ravenclaw, you didn't need to tell the story but at least some of you read." Isabella beamed.
"Thank you Professor Lupin." Draco smiled, Smart one Bell is. He thought dreamily in his head.
"Now, who would like to have a go first?" Remus glanced around the room his amber eyes lively, they landed on Neville. Ah, prey. He shook his head, not a good to be thinking like a werewolf.
(a/n this part, I took some of it from the movie.)
"Neville, come here." Neville slowly went to the front of the room, shaking.
"Now Neville what scares you?"
"P—Professor Snape" He muttered."
"Mmm? Speak up, I couldn't hear you." The truth was Remus heard him just fine but he wanted his class to hear.
"Professor Snape!" He said with more confidence than he had.
"Ah, aren't we all afraid of him?" A few snickers were heard;
"You live with your grandmother, correct?"He said ignoring Ron idiotic laughing.
"Yes but I don't want it turning into her, either!"
Remus chuckled. "Neither do I. What I want you to do Neville is picture your grandmother's clothing and nothing else, deal?"
"Yeah she has this red---"Remus put up his hand.
"Mr. Longbottom we don't need to know what she wears with words, if this works we'll be able to see what she wears."
Neville narrowed his eyes. "Okay?"
"Just trust me." He said as he moved behind Neville. "Wand at the ready." Neville nodded. "On three—one—two—three!"
The door flew open the Boggart that was now Snape walked out, looking directly at Neville. "Now Neville!"
He nodded, and pointed his wand at the Boggart. "Riddikulus!" SNAP! Instead of Snape's normal all black cropped casual, he was zapped into a dark green dress, straw sun hat, red low high heels and a oversized red handbag.
Everyone (with the exception of Draco, and the other slytherins) burst out in laughter. Glaring at the new and improved Snape he muttered just a little too loud.
"This class is ridiculous!" Mouths shut and eyes moved toward Draco. Remus calmly walked over to him. "Would you like a go?" He asked in a caring tone, Draco noted this and grabbed his bookbag shoving his wand into it.
"No I don't- none of these (he looked directly at the Gryffindors) pansies need to know what I fear, It's none of there damn business!" He spun around on his heel and went toward the door, Isabella grabbed his arm.
"Draco." She said softly, as Remus spoke.
"Detention, Mr. Malfoy two weeks worth, and tonight starts it." He stated in growl begging to come out of his mouth.
Jerking his arm free Draco fixed his sling again and ran out.
End of chapter 2! You likey!? I liked writing it---lovely dovey scene with Bell and Draco..:sighs: they're meant to be.
Disclaimer: NOTHINGS GONNA CHANGE PEOPLE!!!
Loud footsteps could be heard down the silent corridor. Everyone was in class except a certain blonde haired boy; Malfoy to be exact; Draco Malfoy. He dashed up the spiral staircase, his book bag flying behind him. The sling around his left arm was halfway down his shoulder.
He could see the door leading to Defense Against the Dark Arts. Magically the door swung open. He tried to skid to a stop be did poorly and crashed into a couple of desks; about four or five book feel, quills scattered and papers went everywhere.
Just as the last, assignment landed Remus was seen looking directly at the not-so-innocent boy.
"Nice of you to join us, Draco." Remus drawled as he lazily pointed his wand at the mess. Less than a second everything was back to normal. Well, not everything. The class lifted with laughter as Draco looked shamelessly at his feet. Ignore them, ignore them. He repeated in his head.
"Mr. Malfoy—"Remus said above the laughter. "Why were you late?"
"Didn't get enough sleep, must've turned off my alarm." He shrugged not daring to look anywhere but his shoes. Which came very interesting how they always looked the same, shinny and new.
"Sorry, Professor." Draco muttered as he made the back of the classroom his best friend. He set his bookbag down, fixed his sling and pulled out his wand. He sighed. Great----I was late----what an entrance---Father's going to kill me.
"Now as I was saying—"Draco heard Remus begin, but quickly lost interest of his voice and entered his own world. Just then Isabella, who didn't laugh at the site, lightly touched his hand.
"Hey." She whispered.
"Hey."
"Nice entrance."
He grinned. "You liked it? I didn't plan it, but it seemed just right."
Isabella giggled. "Yeah, it made you...more you"
Chuckling Draco continued. "Well, why didn't you laugh?"
"Now why would I do that? Draco- you've been my best friend since we were little children." She rose an eyebrow.
"Why would I laugh at you? I'd only laugh with you, not at you."
"Well, if you did that---I'd have to chuckle." He stated clearly.
"But—"
"No buts Miss Garrison, I admit I would laugh, not too loud, in-fact not loud at all, but just enough so you'd know I thought it was funny."
"Ahem---"Came Remus' voice. "Sorry to interrupt your little chit-chat but we're in class." He folded his arm, his amber eyes glowing.
"Honestly, Mr. Malfoy you come late to my class, cause chaos at it and what are you doing now? Planning a date?!" He tapped his foot.
"This isn't blind date, this is Defense Against the Dark Arts, unless you wish for me to teach, How to defend me from Miss Garrison, I suggest you two keep your "meetings" private."
The class lifted in a up-roar of laughter,(Harry was laughing the loudest and clearly getting on Draco's nerves.) Remus put up his hand to silence them. "Now as I was saying, Boggarts are driven away by one spell; repeat after me, Riddikulus!"
"Riddukikulls" was the response, Remus shook his head. "No no no, Riddikulus!" Finally they said it right, pleased Remus smiled. "Excellent! Oh, and another thing that drives a Boggart mad is---can anyone tell me?"
"Laughter." Isabella said before Hermione could speak. "The first person to discover the Boggart was Sir James Isaac's, a very funny little man who never showed his fears to anyone. Until one day he was out and was face to face with a basilisk. Back then no one knew that if you look into a basilisk eyes you are instantly killed."
"He however countered it's deadly was and lived. The village that he lived in thought of him as a witch and burned him at the stake, not knowing he used a broken piece from his mirror. When they saw the man die before them, none of them slept, for they knew he wasn't a witch."
"Wonderful, Miss Garrison! 20 points to Ravenclaw, you didn't need to tell the story but at least some of you read." Isabella beamed.
"Thank you Professor Lupin." Draco smiled, Smart one Bell is. He thought dreamily in his head.
"Now, who would like to have a go first?" Remus glanced around the room his amber eyes lively, they landed on Neville. Ah, prey. He shook his head, not a good to be thinking like a werewolf.
(a/n this part, I took some of it from the movie.)
"Neville, come here." Neville slowly went to the front of the room, shaking.
"Now Neville what scares you?"
"P—Professor Snape" He muttered."
"Mmm? Speak up, I couldn't hear you." The truth was Remus heard him just fine but he wanted his class to hear.
"Professor Snape!" He said with more confidence than he had.
"Ah, aren't we all afraid of him?" A few snickers were heard;
"You live with your grandmother, correct?"He said ignoring Ron idiotic laughing.
"Yes but I don't want it turning into her, either!"
Remus chuckled. "Neither do I. What I want you to do Neville is picture your grandmother's clothing and nothing else, deal?"
"Yeah she has this red---"Remus put up his hand.
"Mr. Longbottom we don't need to know what she wears with words, if this works we'll be able to see what she wears."
Neville narrowed his eyes. "Okay?"
"Just trust me." He said as he moved behind Neville. "Wand at the ready." Neville nodded. "On three—one—two—three!"
The door flew open the Boggart that was now Snape walked out, looking directly at Neville. "Now Neville!"
He nodded, and pointed his wand at the Boggart. "Riddikulus!" SNAP! Instead of Snape's normal all black cropped casual, he was zapped into a dark green dress, straw sun hat, red low high heels and a oversized red handbag.
Everyone (with the exception of Draco, and the other slytherins) burst out in laughter. Glaring at the new and improved Snape he muttered just a little too loud.
"This class is ridiculous!" Mouths shut and eyes moved toward Draco. Remus calmly walked over to him. "Would you like a go?" He asked in a caring tone, Draco noted this and grabbed his bookbag shoving his wand into it.
"No I don't- none of these (he looked directly at the Gryffindors) pansies need to know what I fear, It's none of there damn business!" He spun around on his heel and went toward the door, Isabella grabbed his arm.
"Draco." She said softly, as Remus spoke.
"Detention, Mr. Malfoy two weeks worth, and tonight starts it." He stated in growl begging to come out of his mouth.
Jerking his arm free Draco fixed his sling again and ran out.
End of chapter 2! You likey!? I liked writing it---lovely dovey scene with Bell and Draco..:sighs: they're meant to be.