Disclaimer: Yes, I own Harry Potter. What color is the sky in my world, you
ask? Well, right now it's orange. But yesterday it was hot pink. And it has
green clouds and silver grass. Pretty cool, huh? And you want to know what
the name of my world is, too? Well, it's called Lala Land. It's a great
place. Yup, I live in Lala Land and I own Harry Potter. Not.
A/N: Ok. I'm going to do some shout outs, but they probably won't be too good because I'm going to try to put them as I did before they disappeared off my computer. You want to know something? I HATE RAM!!!!! (Random Access Memory) I'll choose ROM (Read Only Memory) over RAM any day. This chappy will be a day without Abi and Andi, because they have to go to school. It's a Monday, in case you were wondering. I just went to Red Lodge yesterday for the Highland Games. But they didn't have any games this year, which really sucked. They just had the program later that night. I got to dance in it. YAY! Well, I've decided that shout outs are a real pain in the ass, so I shouldn't do them unless you're confused or something. After all, it does take writing time away from me. Well, I better start writing.
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The Ski Trip
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Chapter nine
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Talk about Physical Removal
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(Draco P.O.V.)
I woke up at 9:00 the next day to the creak of the door. I opened my eyes slightly to see what was going on, and saw Granger peaking in at me though the crack in the door.
'What is she doing?' I thought to myself.
I then voiced my thoughts, though in a nastier way.
"Granger, what the Hell do you think you're doing?" I asked her, sitting up in my bed.
"I'm looking to see if you're awake or not. You got a problem with that?" She asked, walking into the room, her arms crossed over her chest.
"Well, I guess it wouldn't really matter if I did or not, now would it? After all, you found out what you wanted to. So, I suggest you leave before I decide to physically remove you from the room." I said, getting out of bed.
"You? Physically remove me? Pfft. As if. Even Harry and Ron combined can't do that." She told me, stepping farther into the room.
"Is that a challenge, Granger?" I asked, taking a step closer to her, examining her weaknesses.
"I guess it's not what I meant for it to be, but what you took it to be. So, what did you take it to be?"
She was challenging me, and she knew it.
Bad move on her part.
I brought her down into a headlock.
Bad move on my part.
She was out of that in two seconds - TOPS!
"Is that all you got?"
Now, challenging me is all right, but getting out if it and then challenging me again?
I started circling her.
"Hm..." was all I said.
"What's 'hm...' supposed to mean?" She asked me suspiciously.
"Well, I can tell right now what your one weakness is." I said as I stopped in front of her.
"I bet you're wrong." She told me defiantly.
"I bet I'm not." I told her, crossing my arms in front of my bare chest.
"Well, I bet you're wrong!" She repeated.
"Well, I bet I'm right!" I repeated.
"Well, I bet-"
I kissed her.
And I was right.
Big weakness.
Huge.
Humongous.
Gigantic.
She melted.
And I got her out of my room.
Easiest removal I've ever done.
Even including the time I told Crabbe and Goyle that they scheduled a midnight snack in the Great Hall and that if they got caught by a teacher on the way there, they would be given extra food.
And, as I moved her out of my room, I broke it off, and slammed the dorr in her face.
I could just see the look on her face.
It was classic.
But that wasn't what I was thinking at the time.
I was just feeling guilty.
The only thing was, I didn't know why.
A/N: Ok. I'm going to do some shout outs, but they probably won't be too good because I'm going to try to put them as I did before they disappeared off my computer. You want to know something? I HATE RAM!!!!! (Random Access Memory) I'll choose ROM (Read Only Memory) over RAM any day. This chappy will be a day without Abi and Andi, because they have to go to school. It's a Monday, in case you were wondering. I just went to Red Lodge yesterday for the Highland Games. But they didn't have any games this year, which really sucked. They just had the program later that night. I got to dance in it. YAY! Well, I've decided that shout outs are a real pain in the ass, so I shouldn't do them unless you're confused or something. After all, it does take writing time away from me. Well, I better start writing.
*******************
The Ski Trip
*******************
Chapter nine
*******************
Talk about Physical Removal
*******************
(Draco P.O.V.)
I woke up at 9:00 the next day to the creak of the door. I opened my eyes slightly to see what was going on, and saw Granger peaking in at me though the crack in the door.
'What is she doing?' I thought to myself.
I then voiced my thoughts, though in a nastier way.
"Granger, what the Hell do you think you're doing?" I asked her, sitting up in my bed.
"I'm looking to see if you're awake or not. You got a problem with that?" She asked, walking into the room, her arms crossed over her chest.
"Well, I guess it wouldn't really matter if I did or not, now would it? After all, you found out what you wanted to. So, I suggest you leave before I decide to physically remove you from the room." I said, getting out of bed.
"You? Physically remove me? Pfft. As if. Even Harry and Ron combined can't do that." She told me, stepping farther into the room.
"Is that a challenge, Granger?" I asked, taking a step closer to her, examining her weaknesses.
"I guess it's not what I meant for it to be, but what you took it to be. So, what did you take it to be?"
She was challenging me, and she knew it.
Bad move on her part.
I brought her down into a headlock.
Bad move on my part.
She was out of that in two seconds - TOPS!
"Is that all you got?"
Now, challenging me is all right, but getting out if it and then challenging me again?
I started circling her.
"Hm..." was all I said.
"What's 'hm...' supposed to mean?" She asked me suspiciously.
"Well, I can tell right now what your one weakness is." I said as I stopped in front of her.
"I bet you're wrong." She told me defiantly.
"I bet I'm not." I told her, crossing my arms in front of my bare chest.
"Well, I bet you're wrong!" She repeated.
"Well, I bet I'm right!" I repeated.
"Well, I bet-"
I kissed her.
And I was right.
Big weakness.
Huge.
Humongous.
Gigantic.
She melted.
And I got her out of my room.
Easiest removal I've ever done.
Even including the time I told Crabbe and Goyle that they scheduled a midnight snack in the Great Hall and that if they got caught by a teacher on the way there, they would be given extra food.
And, as I moved her out of my room, I broke it off, and slammed the dorr in her face.
I could just see the look on her face.
It was classic.
But that wasn't what I was thinking at the time.
I was just feeling guilty.
The only thing was, I didn't know why.