Dating Dungbombs
Review Answers:
Lutty Wutty Tutty Putty Nutty Cutty (catsruledoogssuckhotmail.com) wrote:
-How come I don't speak in it very much?
-Include me being violent
-Include my nose and Karla's parlour song as well as Lutfun Insane
-Linda and more hearing problems
-Another romance
-Quidditch, Hagrid and Sirius
A: That was an awful to ask for!
-1: You don't speak very much? Well this chapter is YOUR'S! Happy? :)
-2: Sorry, but I've already written the chapter and that might do something to the plot. So, unfortunately, no.
-3: I did include the nose, but not the songs.
-4: Lucky! Linda does have some more hearing complications. She really DOES need a hearing aid.
-5: Another romance? (smiles evilly) I'll see what I can do.
-6: Quidditch, Hagrid and Sirius aren't in this chapter (aww!). Hagrid is one holiday - that's why Professor Edusa is here and Sirius is ... well ... kinda dead. Quidditch might appear later on.
Rachel wrote:
-How dare you turn me into a purple dragon
A: :)
-1: I do what I can.
Chomas Andrew Feltono (elooeverybodyhotmail.com)
-Can I be in it?
-Linda and Mafloy make a very cute couple
A: First of all ... ARRGHH! IT'S CHOMAS!
-1: Well, Chomas, however will I put you in there if I don't know who you are?
-2: As soon as we find out who you are, I'm sure Linda will be very eager to strangle you. :)
Fonge Rulz! wrote:
-Is Edusa meant to be Cummins?
-(A/N: I will summarise this comment) 'La-la pro' is a nasty reviewer who flames people
-Just a warning about the review threat thing
A: Who has such an obsession with Fonge?
-1: Yes, Edusa is meant to be Cummins. For all of you who don't know, Cummins is a particularly nasty teacher at our school who well ... I'm not really sure if you call her a teacher.
-2: Flamer? If anybody flames me, I will personally hex them to Hogsmeade and back (see Author's Note)
-3: I have deleted the review threat thing. It is now a thing of the past!
courtney wrote:
-Are you suggesting I'm stupid?
A: No comment except..
-1: Think what you want. :)
Hey-lo wrote:
-I almost died from laughing at the Aragorn Doll bit!
A: :)
-1: Thank you. :) The real Aragorn Doll is still in one piece and holding its sword and dagger.
Rachel Gilding wrote:
-My ego is not ORVERBEARING - Elizabethe's is larger
-What charm does Hermione put on me?
A: Well.
-1: ORVERBEARING? Do learn to spell. And if you don't have such a big ego, why would you care? Certainly you would want to protect your ever-expanding ego online ... And look what you did. :)
-2: The charm is 'speak no apologies'. The first word is Italian, the second is French and the last is German.
dot dot dot wrote:
-Add the clicky thing!
A:
-1: Well, a thing you should all know about is that I do my review answers in the end (I won't have to go online constantly to check my reviews) and so I can't put in the requests of my wonderful reviewers as this might ruin the plotline for the chapter. I do, however, put in the suggestions for an old chapter into the next one.
Legendary DigiTamer Lee wrote:
-Why aren't Ashlee and Harry still together? They were a good couple!
A: Yet another romance request ...
-1: Yes, I suppose they did make a good couple, but dignities got punctured after a while ... (and we're not talking about Harry).
harry's4menotu wrote:
-No offense, but rhyming gets annoying after a while
A: Ahhh ... Stephanie!
-1: Yes, it does! I'm a little bit shocked that I didn't tear all my hair out from all those rhyming words. After a while, I felt like I was a part of nerds ...
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A/N: Welcome to the new chapter of Dating Dungbombs, with Louise as the main star. So, in this chapter expect lots of Draco-worshipping, lots of toilet threats and an outrageous obsession with Ashlee's nose.
In this chapter we have yet again another Hogsmeade weekend (we all know that Dating Dungbombs has enough of them) so this is probably the last Hogsmeade weekend for a little while, so the students can actually do some work (if that's actually possible) aside from going shopping in practically every chapter. Trust me, though, when I say that this Hogsmeade weekend, nearly everything isn't normal - which isn't unusual in the world of our characters ...
There will probably never be 'real' swear words in Dating Dungbombs unless I up the rating. You know the ones - 'sh-t', 'f-ck', 'b-tch', etc, etc, but I don't classify 'crap', 'bloody hell' or 'arse/ass' swear words, so I can put them in freely in this PG story. :)
There will also be no direct or graphic romantic scenes in this chapter of Dating Dungbombs and possibly ever in the story. What do I mean? Eg. So-and-so started snogging so-and-so. There's a place for that, and it's no in this story. I will, however, put in some 'suggestive thinking'. We ARE teenagers, after all. ;)
Oh and before I forget, '--' means that someone is thinking something.
Ooh, Chapter 13! It's an unlucky number, so unlucky things might happen to some of our beloved characters. Who? Well, you've got to wait and read for that one. :)
You flame me and I will personally hex you to Hogsmeade and back.
Anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter!
But before I sign off my Author's Note ...
I heard from a well-informed source that there has been a new addition to this world ... Congratulations to Rachel and her family on the arrival of Rachel's new baby brother; Matthew!
--Blue - PoA is out in Australia! What are you doing still reading this thing? Go see it! (The author of this story enforces this statement ... but you may only watch PoA as soon as you finish reading this chapter).
P.S. I still own the characters in fanfiction world and all those cheap rip-off products.
P.P.S. Hi Stephanie!
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Chapter 13 - Louise's PoV: Deeds and Dates
"Louise, I don't know what came over me." Draco said as his eyes misted over in what I presumed rightly was love. "I was wrong to pick Lara over you."
"What happened, Draco?" I asked in a cross between sadness and happiness.
"I don't know!" Draco banged his fist on the stone wall behind him. "I guess I was too blinded by my love. You're the one that's my soul mate."
"Oh, Draco!" I sighed in exasperation and crossed my arms. "What would our friends think?" Draco blinked.
"I don't have friends." He said blankly. A surging feeling of pity came over me for Draco. He was misunderstood, he really was, and it cost him friends. "I have underlings."
I stopped my rush of sympathy.
"Ergh! You're so ... ergh!" I said, throwing my hands in the air in pure frustration. I leaned against the same stone wall as Draco and looked ahead, not really thinking much. Just staring. Draco turned to face me.
"Ergh?" Draco blinked. "How about handsome? Smart?" he smirked, raising an eyebrow. I rolled my eyes playfully.
"Yes, Draco Mafoy, I am deeply and devotedly in love with you." I said in a flat voice which was slightly mocking.
"Ah!" Draco said in a somewhat triumphant voice. "I knew it. I am irresistible." I laughed sharply.
"Of course you are." I smiled. Draco laughed, scuffing his perfect school shoes on the cold stone floor of the corridor. I watched him doing so with mild amusement.
"Draco." I interrupted his shoe scuffing session. He looked up and stopped moving his feet. "What do we do?"
Draco sighed and ran his pale fingers through his soft blonde hair. It was one of the things that I loved most about Draco; his hair. It looked so soft and fine, and sometimes I wished that I could run my hands through his hair. Draco looked at me again and put on a mischievous grin.
"How about we don't think about what other people will think when they see us." Draco took a step forward towards me. I stood in the same spot defiantly.
"If we don't think about that, we DO we think about?" I asked. Draco took another step forward. Our noses were now about 10cm apart.
"I'll give you an idea." Draco started leaning forward and so did I. I closed my eyes. We were getting closer, closer, closer ...
"Louise..." I heard Draco faintly say. I leant in closer.
"Louise." I felt two hands on my shoulders. I leant in closer.
"LOUISE!" the two hands were shaking me.
I opened my eyes and saw someone who was most definately NOT Draco.
It was Lara.
"ARRRGHHHH!!!" I screamed, my voice echoing bouncing off the cold stone walls. Lara raised an eyebrow. She started shaking my shoulders.
"LOUISE!" she repeated. Lara shook my shoulders harder.
"ARRRGHHHH!!!" I continued screaming, completely terrified.
"LOUISE WAKE UP!" Lara shook my shoulders again. I shut my eyes tightly kept screaming. Lara. I ALMOST KISSED LARA! DO YOU KNOW HOW GROSS THAT IS?! AND SHE WAS THE ONE THAT DRACO WAS PROBABLY KISSING! AR-RE-GAH!
Then the shaking stopped. I opened my eyes slowly and saw Lara shaking her head. I stopped screaming. She looked at me for two seconds, turned around, and then spun around again to slap me.
I jumped up in bed to see Lara's face. Her hand was slowly turning pink and I suddenly realised that my cheek was stinging. I brought up my own hand to feel where she had slapped me. The area felt sore and hot.
"What was that for?!" I yelled at Lara. Lara rolled her eyes.
"You'd sleep until 10 o'clock if it weren't for me!" Lara said, crossing her arms in a Draco Malfoy way.
"Oh." I blinked. "OK. Thanks." I said gruffly, rubbing my cheek. At least I wasn't going to get yelled at for missing my classes.
"Besides, you looked like you were having a nightmare." Lara shrugged. "I figured that if I wasn't creating the nightmare, you shouldn't have one." She got up and left the dormitory.
I closed my eyes and let out a disgruntled sigh. The only nightmare was that what I had just dreamt wasn't true. Well, up to the bit where Draco had turned into Lara, that is.
Ignoring the window this morning, I got dressed and after freshening up, I headed for a quick breakfast downstairs.
"Hi, everybody!" I said cheerily to everyone.
"Hi, Dr Nick!" Elizabeth, Linda and Rachel said.
"Nice of you to join us for breakfast." Linda remarked. I gave her a quick smile before scoffing down some bacon. I figured that if I didn't say anything, then she wouldn't think that I was talking about mentally advanced body parts.
Linda turned to Elizabeth, who was currently putting on the finishing touches on her make-up.
"Good morning, Elizabeth!" she said.
"Hi, Linda." Elizabeth said in a distracted voice. She was caking her neck area with concealer and foundation.
Linda opened her mouth to speak again when she was interrupted.
"Where's Courtney?" I asked. "And Karla? And Ashlee?"
"Hare's retort me?" Linda said, evidentally confused. "Man Parlour? Dan mashed me? What are you all talking about?" I ignored her.
"I don't know." Rachel said, ignoring Linda as well and answering my questions. Rachel shrugged her shoulders and continuing with her breakfast.
"Aren't they going to be late for lessons?" Rachel started laughing.
"Lessons?" she asked. "Today's Saturday, Louise!"
"Oh." I said. "Right."
"I suppose then that you can stop stuffing your mouth with food." Linda suggested. I nodded and started eating normally.
"Another Hogsmeade weekend, ahh." Elizabeth put down her make-up palet and sighed. "I can replenish my Wet Shine Diamontes supply."
"Chocolate." Linda looked like she was about to drool.
"Butterbeer!" Rachel wailed, abandoning her breakfast. Her head was on the table and her hands were balled up fists which beat the table surface.
I leaned over and started patting her back. Then I stopped and opened my mouth. Rachel looked up, waiting for my bit of reassurance.
"Are you gonna finish those kippers?" I asked. Rachel wailed louder and started banging her head on the table again. "Well are you?" Rachel shook her head and shoved her plate towards me. Satisfied, I poked at the kippers with my fork.
A few minutes later, Rachel had stopped wailing. This was almost the same time when ...
"Hi, Elizabeth." Michael Corner sat down in the space between Elizabeth and I. He turned to face Elizabeth, who was busy inspecting her well-concealer-caked forehead.
"Hmm?" Elizabeth looked up to the hopeful face of Michael Corner. "Oh, it's you." she resumed checking her forehead.
I personally would have taken offence if somebody said that to me - after all, I DO have a name - but Michael seemed over the moon that Elizabeth remembered who he was. At least, I think she did anyway...
"Elizabeth," Michael repeated.
"Yes?" Elizabeth said, without even looking up from the mirror.
"Well you know that today we're going to Hogsmeade..." Michael looked nervous and I felt sorry for him. The poor guy - coming in second compared to concealer.
"Obviously - do you think I'm dumb or something?" Elizabeth asked, slightly poking a bit of skin.
"No! No - I don't think you're dumb!" Michael babbled. "I think you're the most wonderful girl that I've ever met!"
"Really?" Elizabeth smiled at nobody in particular. "I think that too!"
"Wow - we have so much in common ..." Michael hinted, overlooking Elizabeth's arrogance. "How about w-we see if we have anything else in common over a ... um ... butterbeer?" he asked hopefully.
I nearly spat out my/Rachel's kippers. Was he asking Elizabeth out on a date? I looked over at everybody else. Linda was leaning in extra close because of hearing; Lara was at the Slytherin table, whispering something to Draco (ahh ...) and Rachel had started crying again because Michael had mentioned butterbeer, and he had obviously struck an uknown nerve in her.
"Hmm?" Elizabeth was still distracted. "Oh, yeah, whatever." Michael's eyes lit up.
"Really?" he asked, pure joy coming over him.
"Oh, yeah, whatever." Elizabeth repeated.
"Wow, well, I guess I'll meet you at the Three Broomsticks at noon, OK?" Michael would have flown into the air if he had wings.
"Oh, yeah, whatever." Elizabeth was examining her nose. Michael got up from the table, victorious, and left the Grffindor table.
"Elizabeth!" I said as soon as he was out of ear-shot.
"Yes, Louise?" she asked, leaning closer to a small blemish on her face.
"Did you know that you just agreed to go on a date with Michael Corner?" I asked her. Elizabeth dabbed some concealer on the spot.
"Oh, yeah, whatever." she said, carefully smoothing the concealer in.
"Is that all you say?" I asked her. Elizabeth shut her pocket mirror having just finished her facial check up. She looked at me, not particularly miffed.
"No, actually, and I am aware that I agreed to go get butterbeer with Michael today at noon." Elizabeth said, gulping down some water.
"I thought that you didn't like him and that he thought that you were completely obsessed with yourself ...?" I asked.
"Well I changed my mind. And Michael seemed to have realised that I'm obsessed with myself for good reason - where can you find a face like this?" Elizabeth batted her mascara-coated eyelashes.
"The rubbish dump ..." I heard Rachel mutter.
"Pardon?" Elizabeth asked, obviously not hearing what Rachel said.
"Nothing!" Rachel said in a perky voice.
After I had finished my breakfast, I sat down and just looked around at random people. Hannah Abbot was arguing with Justin Finch-Fletchly. Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas were waving their wands at their goblets. Susan Bones, Parvati Patil, Padma Patil and Lavendar Brown were giggling amongst themselves. Draco Malfoy was talking to Lara and then started walking towards me ...
WHAT?!
"Louise, why is Malfoy walking towards you?" Linda asked, confused.
"I don't know." I said dumbly. I started panicking. What's he doing?
"Hey." he said, standing next to me. I panicked more.
"Hi." I said, giving him an extremely fake smile.
"Is this spot taken?" he motioned to the place where Michael had used previously.
"N-no." I stuttered. "Be my guest." Malfoy took the seat. Rachel and Linda looked extremely shocked.
"Sooo ..." he said, leaning his arm on the surface of the table. "Are you doing anything today at Hogsmeade?" he asked casually.
I panicked as much as any person could panic. Was he asking me out? Oh my goodness, I think he was ...
"Erm ... Um ... No." I took in a nervous break. Oh my goodness, HE IS! ARRGHHH!!
"How about we have a butterbeer at Hogsmeade then?" he asked, a boyish grin on his face.
Rachel and Linda both started cracking up silently before ducking their heads under the table. I ignored them.
"O-o-ok then." I smiled, pure happiness coursing through my veins. "I'd didn't know that you'd ask me!" I SO KNEW IT! He's my soul mate!
"Sometimes ignorance is not bliss." Draco winked (ahh) and gave me a somewhat strained grin. "Right well, I'll meet you there at noon." He headed back for the Slytherin table.
I would have fainted if Rachel and Linda hadn't retrieved their heads from under the table, still laughing.
"What?" I asked, not really caring what they said. After all, DRACO MALFOY HAD JUST ASKED ME OUT!
"THE ALBINO FERRET ASKED YOU OUT!" Linda laughed. Rachel and Linda then both cracked up again, nearly falling off the bench.
"He's not an albino ferret!" I said defensively, heating up.
"THE BLONDE VAMPIRE ASKED YOU OUT!" Rachel joked. They both started laughing again.
"He's not a blonde vampire either!" I said hotly. Rachel and Linda stopped laughing.
"Then what is he?" Rachel asked.
"He's sensitive! He's nice, caring, funny and he's good looking ..." I started gushing. Rachel and Linda had their eyebrows raised.
"And you know all this because he dumped you off his broom when you got pushed out of the castle window?" Linda said slowly.
"How do you know that?" I asked.
"I may be deaf, but even I can hear when someone is plunging out of a window." Linda said with a wry half grin.
"Oh." I said. "Well, I still know that Draco is a wonderful person."
"Is this before or after he nearly got eaten by a plant in Herbology?" Rachel asked, an innocent look plastered all over her face.
"Shut up." I scowled at them. "Or I'll shove a muesli bar up your nose, chop you up into little bits and then flush you down the toilet!"
Rachel and Linda gave each other incredulous looks before shutting up and returning to their food.
That's better.
Pretty soon after breakfast, we had arrived in Hogsmeade. The students started scattering around everywhere, heading to wherever they pleased. Calculating that I had an hour and a half before my meeting with Draco, I decided to head off with Elizabeth, Linda and Rachel to Zonko's Joke Shop.
It was lucky that we headed there first - we were some of the first to get in before a storm of third years decided to storm in, squashing us all. Mr Zonko's (obviously the owner of the shop) smile on his face suddenly became very forced and strained. After all, who would want a whole bunch of teenagers trampling around their shop?
Elizabeth, Linda, Rachel and I managed to push through the crowd and start looking at the numerous practical joke equipment.
Rachel and Linda had gone off to the food section, so Elizabeth and I started looking at the cosmetics section (Elizabeth's idea, obviously).
"Hahaha, look, Elizabeth!" I pointed to a narrow tube. "It's some lipstick." Elizabeth's eyes widened before she pounched on a tester tube.
Now any sane person in a practical joke equipment section of a magical joke shop would have wanted to see what the lipstick actually did before deftly applying it. Sane people, that is.
"Oh this is such a cute shade!" she squealed. I leaned forward to the other tubes and read the caption under a heading that read 'Lucky Lips Lipstick'.
" 'Lucky Lips Lipstick' is a magical lipstick which is charmed to suit your complexion perfectly. This lipstick is also handy for those who know that Love Potions are totally banned - one application is enough for the nearest male to kiss you. Each application only works for one kiss, one male."
My eyes widened. Oh no. I spun around and found the tube of Lucky Lips Lipstick coming dangerously close to Elizabeth's lips.
"Nooooo!" I screamed as the Lipstick came even closer to her lips. "Don't apply that lipstick!" I screamed desparately.
"But it's such a cute shade!" Elizabeth said in a bimbo-like voice. "I'm applying it and there's nothing that can stop me!" Once again, the lipstick was coming close to her lips. I looked around; hopefully Michael Corner was in the shop somewhere and he was the closest guy there.
Scanning the shop quickly, I saw the guy that was closest to Elizabeth - Professor Snape.
Oh crap.
Getting extremely desparate, I said the first thing that came to my mind if I were to stop Elizabeth in her tracks.
"Elizabeth - your concealer is flaking!" I screamed. Immediately, Elizabeth dropped the lipstick with a clatter and whipped out her mirror in record time. I let out a sigh of relief, nabbed the lipstick and stuck it back on the shelf.
"Argh!" Elizabeth screamed, grabbing her concealer and reapplying desparately.
"Ahh, yet another make-up attack, I see?" a voice said behind me. I spun around and found Ashlee, Courtney and Karla standing behind us.
"Hi!" I said. "Where were you three this morning?"
The three of them looked at each other.
"Um, we had to do some homework together." Ashlee said, in a bit of a nervous voice. I raised an eyebrow - I wasn't entirely convinced.
"Where?" I pressed ownwards.
"Common room." Courtney and Karla said at the same time.
"Library." Ashlee said at the same time as Courtney and Karla. The three of them looked at each other.
"I see." I looked at them skeptically.
"Miss Houston! Miss Hall! Miss Feathers! Miss Hilary! Miss Fields!" a sharp voice sounded behing Courtney, Karla and Ashlee. Elizabeth stopped applying her concealer. Courtney, Karla and Ashlee spun around to reveal Professor Snape.
"Y-y-yes, Professor?" Ashlee asked nervously. I saw Courtney fumbling with something inside of her robe. A glint of glass. What was that?
"Can you please be as so kind as to tell me why you are in the 'Love Potion Substitutions' aisle of this shop?" Snape looked like he was taking immense pleasure in picking on us.
"We're in the 'Love Potion Substitutions' aisle?" I asked truthfully. I honestly had no idea - whenever Elizabeth senses cosmetics, she goes.
"Don't play ignorant with me, Miss Houston!" Snape hissed. "Now one of you tell me why you are here before I decide to take off a large amount of house points." I was on the verge on asking why HE was in the 'Love Potion Substitutes' aisle, when I decided that it wouldn't be a wise move.
"Honestly, sir, we had no idea!" I said. Snape sneered.
"A likely story." He said coldly. "One, though, that I will not believe." --Let me punch him NOW!--
"But sir --" Courtney interrupted.
"10 points from Gryffindor for interrupting a teacher!" Snape's eyes flashed with satisfaction. "Since you have made a rather fabricated excuse for being in a place where you OBVIOUSLY didn't not wonder into by mistake, I will have to take 75 points from Gryffindor."
All of our mouths fell open, even Elizabeth's perfectly Wet Shine Diamontes-ed one.
"Be thankful that it isn't more." Snape said this slowly, before escorting us out of the aisle. "And be sure not to come wondering back into this aisle again."
We waited for Snape to leave Zonko's, but he was obviously in the mood for staying, so we left the shop.
"75 points!" I said, scandalised.
"That's stupid!" Ashlee growled.
"That was so unfair!" Courtney and Karla said at once; crossing their arms in unison.
"That shade was so cute!" Elizabeth pouted, placing her concealer back into her bag.
"75 points - you know that means we lost 15 points each?" I groaned.
We all grumbled and plopped ourselves down at the ice-cream parlour.
"What would you like?" the kindly witch behind the counter asked.
"I'll take a banana sundae." I said half-heartedly.
"Strawberry ice-cream with pink icing, please!" Courtney and Karla said.
"Chocolate ice-cream and whipped cream, thanks." Ashlee said glumly.
"Vanilla ice-cream with chocolate sauce, thank you." Elizabeth said, careful not to smudge her lipglossed lips as she talked.
The witch waved her wand and the ice-creams appeared in front of us. We paid our money and started digging in. I looked at my watch - Elizabeth and I only had 15 minutes before heading off to the Three Broomsticks (A/N: Time passes quickly over there).
"I hate Snape." Courtney wrinkled her nose as she swallowed the last remnants of her ice-cream. Karla nodded.
"I agree." I piped up, abandoning my now empty bowl. "I'm just wondering why he was in the 'Love Potion Subtitutes' aisle in the first place." Everyone nodded in agreement.
"Maybe Snape has a 'special lady' in his life." Ashlee said suggestively, raising and lowering her eyebrows rapidly.
"EW!" Elizabeth squealed. "That's a disgusting thought, Ashlee!" Ashlee laughed evilly.
"Why are you looking at your watch so much?" Courtney asked, eyebrow raised. I was about to tell her that Elizabeth and I had dates, but then I remembered the personal war against boys.
"Just checking the time." I said. Courtney and Karla both raised their eyebrows at me.
"Has it got something to do with ... BOYS?" Karla asked accusingly. Courtney looked horrified. I gulped.
"Why?" Elizabeth asked, putting down her blush (which was an extremely rare thing to do).
"We just don't want you to get boy germs!" Courtney said. I rolled my eyes and checked my watch again.
"Come on, WE have to go to the Three Broomsticks." I got up and tapped Elizabeth on the shoulder. She got up and started walking off with me, concealer-caked nose pointed in the air.
Elizabeth and I opened the door to the Three Broomsticks a few minutes later. We took our seats (back-to-back) and waited for Michael and Draco.
Elizabeth and I had only been sitting for about 10 minutes before Michael Corner breezed in, an excited and nervous look on his face. He spotted Elizabeth (record timing, I have to say) and practically ran over to her, before sitting down and ordering two butterbeers from the barmaid. I looked on in amusement at Elizabeth and Michael.
"Hi, Elizabeth." Michael said somewhat goofily. Elizabeth whipped out her Wet Shine Diamontes and started applying carefully, pocket mirror in hand. She gave a nod to Michael to signify that she was listening. Talking, after all, would probably ruin her lipgloss.
"So, do you like butterbeer?" Michael asked after a few minutes of awkward silence between them. Elizabeth had finished applying her lipgloss and carefully opened her mouth.
"Yes." she said, before quickly checking that her lipgloss hadn't smudged.
"Really?" Michael sprang in enthusiastically. "Me TOO!" Elizabeth nodded and gave a little smile. Michael gave her a beaming one.
"Do you like Honeydukes?" Elizabeth asked. Michael nodded.
"I love the Peppermint Imps they have!" Michael said.
"Me too!" Elizabeth smiled.
I snicked softly to myself (nearly puking at the same moment), but stopped immediately when Draco strutted into the Three Broomsticks like some sort of hero that everybody worshipped. I gulped.
"Hey ..." Draco said as he plopped himself down on the seat opposite me.
"Hi." I said, half-sighing, half-voice-breaking. Draco looked a little bit confused. "It's Louise." Draco nodded and gave me a non-evil smile (hopefully), but it turned out to be some sort of smirk.
"Soo ..." Draco looked out the window. "Would you like a butterbeer?" My eyes lit up. A drink? Yes - I needed a drink to pour over myself - my cheeks were burning from blushing so much!
"Erm ..." I started stuttering. I really did want to talk properly, but all the nerves was getting to me. After all ... I WAS HAVING BUTTERBEER WITH THE HOTTEST WIZARD IN HOGWARTS! "Umm, erm ..."
"Are you OK?" Draco asked, his eyebrow knitted together.
"Erm ..." I stuttered again. "Umm, erm ..."
"I think I'll just get you a butterbeer then." Malfoy got the barmaid's attention and ordered two butterbeers.
"H-h-hi, Draco." I finally got out. Oh dear, that certainly seemed a bit too late ...
"Hi." he said. There was an awkward silence between us. "Sooo ..."
"Yes?" I asked, trying to avoid my voice quivering.
"What do you like?" Draco asked. I had a mad urge to jump across the table, grab his collar, start shaking it and scream "I LIKE YOU!", but I decided to restrain myself.
"I like food, museli bars, shoving museli bars up Ashlee's nose ..." I started listing off.
"What?" Draco asked.
"Well you see, Ashlee's got a rather large nose, and she's really quite annoying and the most logical thing to do is to shove a museli bar up it." I explained calmly. Draco looked at me weirdly.
"Right." he said briefly. The barmaid placed our drinks on the table and Draco paid her. We drank in silence. "Well, tell me, do you like other things?" Draco asked.
"Well, I like my family, my friends --" I started, but Draco cut me off.
"Ahh, your friends, I see." He said, a smirk crossing his face. Maybe that was just his nature to smirk. "Tell me about your friends."
"Well, there's: Ashlee, Courtney, Karla, Elizabeth, Linda, Rachel, Lara, Hermione, Ron and Harry." I said.
"Yes; the Golden Trio." Draco said. "What's so good about them, anyway?"
"Well, Hermione's really nice and she's really smart." I took a drink from my pitcher. "And Ron's just hilarious - a real crack-up. You know, he's been trying to get Agrippa for ages and --"
"How about Potty - er - Harry?" Draco asked, a glimmer of what seemed to anticipation flashing through his eyes.
"Harry? Harry's just ... Harry. He's funny and he doesn't do his homework - which is the way to go in life." I frowned as I picked out the elements of Harry. "Oh yeah, he used to be in love with Lara as well." I added casually. I picked up the pitcher and started glugging down more butterbeer.
"WHAT?" Draco asked, slamming both his hands on the table and getting up with a start.
I jerked in suprise and as I did so, my butterbeer came pouring out across the table. The amber liquid splashed over the table and landed on the table and onto ...
"WHAT DID YOU DO?!" Draco roared in anger. His soft blonde hair was coated in butterbeer and his white shirt was dripping with it.
"Oh my goodness, I'm sooo sorry!" I screamed, getting up and reaching for my wand. --Well at least it's a conversation starter ...--
"NO!" Draco grabbed my wand and slammed it against the table. I flinched a bit. "I will not have you point a wand at me! You could blow me up or something!"
"But it's just a simple --"
"NO!" Draco yelled. He pulled at his shirt to examine the damage. "Do you know how hard it is to get butterbeer out of a school uniform?!" he yelled. --Well if you're so rich and mighty, why don't you get another shirt?--
"Erm ..." I said, forgetting about my angry thoughts.
"You obviously don't!" Draco groaned in frustration and started poking his wand at the stain. --Oh, so if I point a wand at him, it's murder. If he points a wand at himself, then it's the only solution.--
It was then that I remembered something that the witch at Madame Malkin's Robes for All Occasions said. Apparently salt is the best way to get butterbeer out. A wand is rather useless, actually. That's how stubborn butterbeer is. I decided to share my piece of knowledge with Draco.
"Draco; salt!" I said.
"What?" he asked absent-mindedly and annoyed at the same time, still poking his wand at his shirt.
"Salt, Draco, that's the only thing that will get butterbeer out!" I said. Draco stopped poking his wand. He looked at me suspiciously and then nodded.
"Alright, well, we have to clean your shirt with salt." I said calmly. Draco frowned.
"CLEAN?" he asked, giving a hateful expression as he said so. "That's servant stuff!"
"Fine then, go walking around Hogsmeade like a sitting duck for Rachel." I said triumphantly, crossing my arms.
"Rachel?" Draco stiffened. "OK, we'll wash the shirt." I beamed. Draco scowled at me. I stopped beaming and started scowling.
"Right, well ..." I cleared my throat rather loudly. "Where are the toilets here?" I asked Rosmerta.
"Over there." Rosmerta pointed to a door on the right.
"Thanks." I smiled, grabbed Draco (and some salt) and led him to the toilets.
We found a toilet cubicle and I pushed Draco inside. I stepped out of the cubicle and closed the door. I heard Draco sitting down on the toilet seat. I placed the salt onto the counter and cleared my throat again.
"Well, what do I do now?" Draco asked impatiently. I felt my face grow hot.
"Ahem, um, erm ..." I stuttered. Was there any easy way to ask a person this?
"I'm waiting." I could almost imagine Draco crossing his arms.
"Um ..." My face felt like it was on fire. --Oh come on, just do it! Otherwise Draco will kill you for leading him into a toilet cubicle for nothing.-- "You have to erm ... give me your ... ahem ... shirt."
"Oh." You don't need to be a rocket scientest to know that Draco would be smirking endlessly at this request. "OK." Oh this was extremely embarrassing. I gulped and closed my eyes. --Oh let me die, please, from humiliation ...--
A few fumblings later ...
"My arm's getting tired." I looked up at the sound of Draco drawling. I saw a pale arm holding a white shirt stained brown.
"Oh, right, thank you." I grabbed the shirt, sure that my face could be used to cook eggs on soon.
"What do I do now?" I heard Draco sitting back down on the toilet seat.
"Just ... Stay there." I said. Draco sighed as I smoothed out his stained shirt.
I picked up the salt shaker I had taken with me and sprinkled the salt onto the offending colour. I grabbed a nearby paper towel and started scrubbing the salt against the butterbeer. I heard the grains scraping against the shirt and I smiled - Draco would be so pleased with me for fixing his shirt so well. Scrape. Scrape. Scrape. Scrape. This shirt is going to be - scrape - better - scrape - than - scrape - new! Scrape.
"Are you done yet?" Draco drawled, annoyed.
"No, not yet!" I said as I scraped harder. I removed the paper towel and looked at my work - the butterbeer was going away! Victorious, I decided to add more salt so the shirt could be cleaned quicker.
Grabbing more paper towels, I scrubbed harder than before.
"You better be careful with that shirt - it's made of silk!" Draco yelled over the din of my scrubbing after a few minutes. Silk? Fancy ... "If you rip it, you're going to get me another one; I'm not going to wear a shirt which was broken before!" I rolled my eyes a little bit. Spoilt little ... --NO, LOUISE! THIS IS DRACO MALFOY! HE IS YOUR TRUE LOVE, YOUR FUTURE HUSBAND! YOUR ... SOUL MATE!--
I kept on scrubbing.
--Silk?-- I thought about it as I absent-mindedly kept on scrubbing. --Silk is delicate, and I'm scrubbing salt into it with all my strength using a rough paper towel ...-- I stopped scrubbing. --Oh no.--
I flung the paper towel over my shoulder and looked down at the shirt. Or what remained of the shirt. There were huge rips and tears everywhere on the shirt. Shards of the material were missing and the colour was distorted. In particular, there was a huge hole in the middle of the shirt.
Crap.
No, worse than crap.
Double crap.
"I don't hear scrubbing!" Draco said in a sing-song voice.
"Oh, don't worry." I said nervously. "There's no need to scrub anymore ..."
"Really?" Draco's voice wasn't an annoying sing-song anymore. "OK then!" I heard a click and the swing of a door.
"Draco - NO!" I yelled, standing in Draco's view of his shirt.
"Why, what's wrong?" he asked, eyebrows knitted together once again.
"Nothing!" I said quicky (maybe too quickly). Draco looked skeptical. "It's just that ... Um ... I'm afraid you'll be blinded from my wonderful work!" Who's arrogant now?
"That's great, but I would really like to see my shirt!" Draco sighed. I kept on blocking his view. In the end, Draco got pretty angry and shoved me out of the way.
Crap.
"Draco, let me just say that --"
"WHAT DID YOU DO?!" he yelled, his cheeks turning pink.
"Steady on there! Just let me say that --"
"YOU'RE GETTING ME A NEW SHIRT!" His cheeks were red from anger.
"JUST LET ME SAY THAT IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!" I felt my own cheeks redden again, but this time it was in frustration, not embarassment.
"I don't care!" Draco lowered his voice, aware that we might be attracting some unwanted attention. "You're getting me a new shirt!"
"Fine then!" I said angrily. "I don't know what I ever saw in you in the first place!"
"It's because I am handsome! And smart, good at sports and I've got lots of galleons." Draco smirked at me nastily.
Even though all of that was true, I was still angry at him. Who cares about a stupid shirt - he could just get a new one!
"Draco Malfoy, you are so difficult!" I yelled at him. I stormed out of the doorway and back into the drinking section of The Three Broomsticks.
As I sat back down at our table, I instantly regretted what I had said. --You just called Draco Malfoy; your true love, future husband and soul mate; difficult!--
Oh no, what had I done?
I ordered another butterbeer and drank it miserably. I saw Draco swaggering out of the toilet block, wearing his torn silk shirt. The huge hole and tears were still there, but he had covered most of them up with his robes. He glared at me and then exited The Three Broomsticks. I took a deep swig of my butterbeer and stared into space.
"Why, hello Louise!" I looked up and saw Ashlee, Courtney and Karla. They all had mischievous faces.
"Hi." I said glumly. Then I saw Courtney fumbling with something in her robes again. "What are you three up to?"
They all looked at each other and then turned to face me.
"Nothing." They said, all at the same time. I looked at them doubtfully.
"OK." I said casually, guzzling down some more butterbeer.
"We have some ... business to attend to with Elizabeth." Ashlee coughed. Courtney and Karla nodded robotically, and all three of them made their way to Elizabeth and Michael Corner's table.
Business? I swivelled around in my seat to watch the action unfold.
"Hi, Elizabeth." Courtney said rather fakely. She cleared her throat when she turned her head to face Michael Corner. "You."
"Oh, hello, Courtney." Elizabeth smiled in a Luna Lovegood way.
"Hi." Michael said shortly.
"Oh my goodness!" Karla said in a shocked voice (a very fabricated shocked voice), pointing out the window. "Look, it's a ... erm ... berserk Blast Ended Skrewt!"
Elizabeth and Michael immediately looked outside to see the beserk Blast Ended Skrewt to find ... snow. Meanwhile, Courtney had pulled out a vial of an oily looking substance, uncorked it and dumped its contents into Elizabeth's pitcher. Courtney recorked the vial and stuffed it back into her robes. Was that ...?
Elizabeth and Michael turned around and sat back down into their seats and looked at Karla weirdly.
"I didn't see a Blast Ended Skrewt." Elizabeth said.
"Let alone a beserk one." Michael added.
"Sorry, must have been a trick of the light!" Karla sprang in.
Elizabeth shrugged and started drinking her butterbeer. Ashlee, Courtney and Karla looked like they were brimming with success. Elizabeth suddenly looked sick.
"Elizabeth?" Michael looked up from his drink, worried. "Elizabeth! What's wrong?" Elizabeth didn't say anything ... she was too busy looking sick.
"What did you do?" I whispered to Ashlee.
"That's for me to know and for you to find out." Ashlee tapped her nose. I watched Elizabeth in shock. Oh no; they really HAD put it in ...
Then I saw it. Elizabeth's face was making weird movements. There were bumps poking in and out everywhere. Little spots appeared on Elizabeth's face. Elizabeth herself looked extremely panicky.
"ELIZABETH!" Michael bellowed. "WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR FACE, ELIZABETH?"
The substance had taken full effect and it was NOT a pretty sight. Elizabeth's face was completely covered with pimples. Everywhere. Absolutely covered. They riddled her face like she had the plague.
"What?" Elizabeth asked. She pulled out her hand mirror. "Is my concealer flaking or ... ARRRGGHHHHHHHHHH!" Elizabeth screamed in pure terror at the site of her face. She looked like she was about to have a heart attack.
Ashlee, Courtney and Karla looked evil; snickering amongst themselves. I do have to say, administering Acne Potion on Elizabeth would be a fantastic method of revenge ... or just an extremely funny practical joke.
Elizabeth was in an insane fit, grabbing her trusty concealer and slathering her face with it. But it wouldn't work - the Acne Potion, after all, gave VERY strong breakouts. Elizabeth took another look into her mirror.
"ARRRRGGHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed again. Now she was just drawing attention to herself ... for all the wrong reasons.
Everybody in The Three Broomsticks was staring at her. Two witches gulped in shock. Three wizards around the bar area fell off their chairs. About 10 Hogswarts students nearly dropped their butterbeers.
"ARRRRGGHHHHH! MY COMPLEXION!" Elizabeth got up from her seat, grabbed her bag and ran out of The Three Broomsticks.
"Oh." Michael said softly, looking a little heartbroken. Poor boy.
On Elizabeth's way out, she seemed to have bumped into Joeline, who nearly fell over as a result.
"Watch where you're goi-- ARGH! Elizabeth, is that YOU?!" Joeline shouted. Elizabeth ignored her and continued running. "It's a nice look for you!" Joeline shouted after her.
"Ew!" Courtney said suddenly, having just realised that she was in infection distance of a boy. "Let's go - Michael's got boy germs!" With that, the three of them exited The Three Broomsticks.
Michael's face fell and he paid for the butterbeers.
"See you later, Louise." he said half-heartedly, leaving The Three Broomsticks too.
I sighed, drained my pitcher, paid for it and then left.
--Dinner--
I sat down at dinner that evening next to Linda. She was busy half-grabbing a chicken leg and half-serving herself some drinks. She leant overto me.
"Where's Liz?" she asked, now pouring herself some Pepseye. "What happened to her? I saw her a little bit in Hogsmeade today and she looked like she was about to punch someone."
"Acne Potion." I replied after she handed me the Pepseye jug.
"Ooh ... In that case it's amazing that she hasn't punched someone yet." Linda nodded, now spearing a potato.
"I agree." Linda and I nodded in unison and started eating dinner.
A few minutes later, Elizabeth entered the Great Hall, face spot-free. She, however, was scowling immensely at Ashlee, Courtney and Karla, who seemed to be getting up and running out of the Great Hall.
I watched them run away from the scowling raincloud of Elizabeth, laughing a bit.
"Hey, what's that?" Rachel asked suddenly, leaning over the table to see a glint of glass. I turned my head and saw a little vial sitting in the spot where Courtney had been before. This one wasn't empty. I picked it up.
It was yellow and a smooth texture to it. There was a label on the vial. It said "For Elizabeth: Dinner Time" in Courtney's handwriting. It looked scrawled; like she was in a hurry. I was about to uncork it when ...
"Hey, Louise!" Elizabeh sat down in Courtney's seat, breathing heavily slightly.
"Hi." I said after I quickly pocketed the vial.
"What was that?" Elizabeth asked, pointing at my pocket.
"Oh, that? It was nothing." I said. Elizabeth shrugged.
"Pass me the Corke, please." she said. I passed her the jug.
I thought about the vial. It was for Elizabeth for a reason, of course. But what would it do? I could feel the vial pressing into my leg. Oh what the hey.
"Hey, Elizabeth!" I suddenly said. Elizabeth stoppd eating. "Is that your lipstick on the floor over there?" I asked, pointing at a random patch of Great Hall tiling.
"What?" Elizabeth sprang up from her seat to go search the spot I had pointed to.
I quickly got out the vial and emptied the yellow liquid into her food. I stuffed the vial back into my pocket as I watched the yellow stuff dissolve. Elizabeth sat back down.
"I didn't find anything." Elizabeth frowned.
"Oh. My mistake then." I said sweetly, returning to my dinner. I watched Elizabeth out of the corner of my eye. In one hand, she had her pocket mirror and in the other she had her fork which was holding her dinner.
I casually drank some of my Pepseye whilst I watched her. Not prying her eyes from the mirror, Elizabeth ate some of her dinner. Elizabeth closed her eyes and then shivered.
"Elizabeth?" I asked cautiously. Elizabeth's eyes sprang open and she started blinking.
"Why am I holding this mirror?" she asked, wrinkling her nose at her now-not-so-treasured pocket mirror. She chucked it off somewhere and started pigging out on her dinner, not caring if she ruined her lipgloss. What was with her?
"EW!" Elizabeth looked at her hand. Red Wet Shine Diamontes stained her hand. "What is this filth?" she grabbed her napkin and wiped both her hands and her mouth with it.
Rachel, Linda and I all dropped our mouths. What were we hearing?
"Elizabeth - that was your Wet Shine Diamontes!" Rachel piped up. "Why did you wipe it off?"
"Wet Shine Diamontes?" Elizabeth asked, stuffing some lamb into her mouth. (A/N: Apologies to all the vegetarians out there) "Don't be a blonde, Rachel! Why would I want to use make-up for? It makes you look tacky."
At this point, Linda made a funny noise and ducked under the table. I felt like joining her.
Then I realised it - whatever I gave Elizabeth was the antidote to whatever she had drank in the first place to make her completely in love with herself.
--To make her completely in love with herself? Oh my goodness ... ELIZABETH DRANK A LOVE POTION! AND COURTNEY MUST HAVE HAD THE ANTIDOTE ...--
"OI!" Elizabeth yelled at me. "Louise, didn't you hear me the first time?" I suddenly felt very stupid.
"What?"
"Pass me the Sunblist." Elizabeth said.
"Oh ... yeah." I picked up the jug of Sunblist and handed it to her.
Elizabeth was normal again.
Now the question was whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.
--Sleepy Time--
After I had finished showering and changing into my pyjamas, I sat down in bed and prepared to read the new book I had gotten from the library: "Brilliantly Bumbling Butterbeer: A Close Study of Butterbeer Staining".
"Ahhh ... goodnight, Louise." Elizabeth, Linda and Rachel had closed the curtains around their beds and fell asleep.
Ashlee, Courtney and Karla had fallen asleep ages ago. They were already in the common room when the Gryffindors went there after dinner. And they were covered with lipgloss and lipstick markings as well as spots of Maybselline Drunk on Humbugs blush littering their skin (Ashlee, Courtney and Karla, not the Gryffindors). They also vowed never to hurt Elizabeth ever again (fat chance).
I had gotten through a quarter of the book when I got extremely tired. I yawned, put the book down and drew the curtains around my bed. I rubbed my eyes, pulled the blankets up and fell asleep.
"Louise, I don't know what came over me." Draco said as his eyes misted over in what I presumed rightly was love. "I was wrong to pick Lara over you."
"What happened, Draco?" I asked in a cross between sadness and happiness.
"I don't know!" Draco banged his fist on the stone wall behind him. "I guess I was too blinded by my love. You're the one that's my soul mate."
"Oh, Draco!" I sighed in exasperation and crossed my arms. "What would our friends think?" Draco blinked.
"I don't have friends." He said blankly. A surging feeling of pity came over me for Draco. He was misunderstood, he really was, and it cost him friends. "I have underlings."
I stopped my rush of sympathy.
"Ergh! You're so ... ergh!" I said, throwing my hands in the air in pure frustration. I leaned against the same stone wall as Draco and looked ahead, not really thinking much. Just staring. Draco turned to face me.
"Ergh?" Draco blinked. "How about handsome? Smart?" he smirked, raising an eyebrow. I rolled my eyes playfully.
"Yes, Draco Mafoy, I am deeply and devotedly in love with you." I said in a flat voice which was slightly mocking.
"Ah!" Draco said in a somewhat triumphant voice. "I knew it. I am irresistible." I laughed sharply.
"Of course you are." I smiled. Draco laughed, scuffing his perfect school shoes on the cold stone floor of the corridor. I watched him doing so with mild amusement.
"Draco." I interrupted his shoe scuffing session. He looked up and stopped moving his feet. "What do we do?"
Draco sighed and ran his pale fingers through his soft blonde hair. It was one of the things that I loved most about Draco; his hair. It looked so soft and fine, and sometimes I wished that I could run my hands through his hair. Draco looked at me again and put on a mischievous grin.
"How about we don't think about what other people will think when they see us." Draco took a step forward towards me. I stood in the same spot defiantly.
"If we don't think about that, we DO we think about?" I asked ...
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A/N: There you go, another chapter done and posted. I hope you liked it and that you all will review frantically! :)
For those people who are intent on their spotlight for the next chapter, I will have to tell you to stop asking me. The next chapter's PoV will be ...
KARLA!
Well there's nothing really more to say here, except --
Until Chapter 14 ...
--Blue - Long live the Queen - and her long weekend.
Review Answers:
Lutty Wutty Tutty Putty Nutty Cutty (catsruledoogssuckhotmail.com) wrote:
-How come I don't speak in it very much?
-Include me being violent
-Include my nose and Karla's parlour song as well as Lutfun Insane
-Linda and more hearing problems
-Another romance
-Quidditch, Hagrid and Sirius
A: That was an awful to ask for!
-1: You don't speak very much? Well this chapter is YOUR'S! Happy? :)
-2: Sorry, but I've already written the chapter and that might do something to the plot. So, unfortunately, no.
-3: I did include the nose, but not the songs.
-4: Lucky! Linda does have some more hearing complications. She really DOES need a hearing aid.
-5: Another romance? (smiles evilly) I'll see what I can do.
-6: Quidditch, Hagrid and Sirius aren't in this chapter (aww!). Hagrid is one holiday - that's why Professor Edusa is here and Sirius is ... well ... kinda dead. Quidditch might appear later on.
Rachel wrote:
-How dare you turn me into a purple dragon
A: :)
-1: I do what I can.
Chomas Andrew Feltono (elooeverybodyhotmail.com)
-Can I be in it?
-Linda and Mafloy make a very cute couple
A: First of all ... ARRGHH! IT'S CHOMAS!
-1: Well, Chomas, however will I put you in there if I don't know who you are?
-2: As soon as we find out who you are, I'm sure Linda will be very eager to strangle you. :)
Fonge Rulz! wrote:
-Is Edusa meant to be Cummins?
-(A/N: I will summarise this comment) 'La-la pro' is a nasty reviewer who flames people
-Just a warning about the review threat thing
A: Who has such an obsession with Fonge?
-1: Yes, Edusa is meant to be Cummins. For all of you who don't know, Cummins is a particularly nasty teacher at our school who well ... I'm not really sure if you call her a teacher.
-2: Flamer? If anybody flames me, I will personally hex them to Hogsmeade and back (see Author's Note)
-3: I have deleted the review threat thing. It is now a thing of the past!
courtney wrote:
-Are you suggesting I'm stupid?
A: No comment except..
-1: Think what you want. :)
Hey-lo wrote:
-I almost died from laughing at the Aragorn Doll bit!
A: :)
-1: Thank you. :) The real Aragorn Doll is still in one piece and holding its sword and dagger.
Rachel Gilding wrote:
-My ego is not ORVERBEARING - Elizabethe's is larger
-What charm does Hermione put on me?
A: Well.
-1: ORVERBEARING? Do learn to spell. And if you don't have such a big ego, why would you care? Certainly you would want to protect your ever-expanding ego online ... And look what you did. :)
-2: The charm is 'speak no apologies'. The first word is Italian, the second is French and the last is German.
dot dot dot wrote:
-Add the clicky thing!
A:
-1: Well, a thing you should all know about is that I do my review answers in the end (I won't have to go online constantly to check my reviews) and so I can't put in the requests of my wonderful reviewers as this might ruin the plotline for the chapter. I do, however, put in the suggestions for an old chapter into the next one.
Legendary DigiTamer Lee wrote:
-Why aren't Ashlee and Harry still together? They were a good couple!
A: Yet another romance request ...
-1: Yes, I suppose they did make a good couple, but dignities got punctured after a while ... (and we're not talking about Harry).
harry's4menotu wrote:
-No offense, but rhyming gets annoying after a while
A: Ahhh ... Stephanie!
-1: Yes, it does! I'm a little bit shocked that I didn't tear all my hair out from all those rhyming words. After a while, I felt like I was a part of nerds ...
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A/N: Welcome to the new chapter of Dating Dungbombs, with Louise as the main star. So, in this chapter expect lots of Draco-worshipping, lots of toilet threats and an outrageous obsession with Ashlee's nose.
In this chapter we have yet again another Hogsmeade weekend (we all know that Dating Dungbombs has enough of them) so this is probably the last Hogsmeade weekend for a little while, so the students can actually do some work (if that's actually possible) aside from going shopping in practically every chapter. Trust me, though, when I say that this Hogsmeade weekend, nearly everything isn't normal - which isn't unusual in the world of our characters ...
There will probably never be 'real' swear words in Dating Dungbombs unless I up the rating. You know the ones - 'sh-t', 'f-ck', 'b-tch', etc, etc, but I don't classify 'crap', 'bloody hell' or 'arse/ass' swear words, so I can put them in freely in this PG story. :)
There will also be no direct or graphic romantic scenes in this chapter of Dating Dungbombs and possibly ever in the story. What do I mean? Eg. So-and-so started snogging so-and-so. There's a place for that, and it's no in this story. I will, however, put in some 'suggestive thinking'. We ARE teenagers, after all. ;)
Oh and before I forget, '--' means that someone is thinking something.
Ooh, Chapter 13! It's an unlucky number, so unlucky things might happen to some of our beloved characters. Who? Well, you've got to wait and read for that one. :)
You flame me and I will personally hex you to Hogsmeade and back.
Anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter!
But before I sign off my Author's Note ...
I heard from a well-informed source that there has been a new addition to this world ... Congratulations to Rachel and her family on the arrival of Rachel's new baby brother; Matthew!
--Blue - PoA is out in Australia! What are you doing still reading this thing? Go see it! (The author of this story enforces this statement ... but you may only watch PoA as soon as you finish reading this chapter).
P.S. I still own the characters in fanfiction world and all those cheap rip-off products.
P.P.S. Hi Stephanie!
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Chapter 13 - Louise's PoV: Deeds and Dates
"Louise, I don't know what came over me." Draco said as his eyes misted over in what I presumed rightly was love. "I was wrong to pick Lara over you."
"What happened, Draco?" I asked in a cross between sadness and happiness.
"I don't know!" Draco banged his fist on the stone wall behind him. "I guess I was too blinded by my love. You're the one that's my soul mate."
"Oh, Draco!" I sighed in exasperation and crossed my arms. "What would our friends think?" Draco blinked.
"I don't have friends." He said blankly. A surging feeling of pity came over me for Draco. He was misunderstood, he really was, and it cost him friends. "I have underlings."
I stopped my rush of sympathy.
"Ergh! You're so ... ergh!" I said, throwing my hands in the air in pure frustration. I leaned against the same stone wall as Draco and looked ahead, not really thinking much. Just staring. Draco turned to face me.
"Ergh?" Draco blinked. "How about handsome? Smart?" he smirked, raising an eyebrow. I rolled my eyes playfully.
"Yes, Draco Mafoy, I am deeply and devotedly in love with you." I said in a flat voice which was slightly mocking.
"Ah!" Draco said in a somewhat triumphant voice. "I knew it. I am irresistible." I laughed sharply.
"Of course you are." I smiled. Draco laughed, scuffing his perfect school shoes on the cold stone floor of the corridor. I watched him doing so with mild amusement.
"Draco." I interrupted his shoe scuffing session. He looked up and stopped moving his feet. "What do we do?"
Draco sighed and ran his pale fingers through his soft blonde hair. It was one of the things that I loved most about Draco; his hair. It looked so soft and fine, and sometimes I wished that I could run my hands through his hair. Draco looked at me again and put on a mischievous grin.
"How about we don't think about what other people will think when they see us." Draco took a step forward towards me. I stood in the same spot defiantly.
"If we don't think about that, we DO we think about?" I asked. Draco took another step forward. Our noses were now about 10cm apart.
"I'll give you an idea." Draco started leaning forward and so did I. I closed my eyes. We were getting closer, closer, closer ...
"Louise..." I heard Draco faintly say. I leant in closer.
"Louise." I felt two hands on my shoulders. I leant in closer.
"LOUISE!" the two hands were shaking me.
I opened my eyes and saw someone who was most definately NOT Draco.
It was Lara.
"ARRRGHHHH!!!" I screamed, my voice echoing bouncing off the cold stone walls. Lara raised an eyebrow. She started shaking my shoulders.
"LOUISE!" she repeated. Lara shook my shoulders harder.
"ARRRGHHHH!!!" I continued screaming, completely terrified.
"LOUISE WAKE UP!" Lara shook my shoulders again. I shut my eyes tightly kept screaming. Lara. I ALMOST KISSED LARA! DO YOU KNOW HOW GROSS THAT IS?! AND SHE WAS THE ONE THAT DRACO WAS PROBABLY KISSING! AR-RE-GAH!
Then the shaking stopped. I opened my eyes slowly and saw Lara shaking her head. I stopped screaming. She looked at me for two seconds, turned around, and then spun around again to slap me.
I jumped up in bed to see Lara's face. Her hand was slowly turning pink and I suddenly realised that my cheek was stinging. I brought up my own hand to feel where she had slapped me. The area felt sore and hot.
"What was that for?!" I yelled at Lara. Lara rolled her eyes.
"You'd sleep until 10 o'clock if it weren't for me!" Lara said, crossing her arms in a Draco Malfoy way.
"Oh." I blinked. "OK. Thanks." I said gruffly, rubbing my cheek. At least I wasn't going to get yelled at for missing my classes.
"Besides, you looked like you were having a nightmare." Lara shrugged. "I figured that if I wasn't creating the nightmare, you shouldn't have one." She got up and left the dormitory.
I closed my eyes and let out a disgruntled sigh. The only nightmare was that what I had just dreamt wasn't true. Well, up to the bit where Draco had turned into Lara, that is.
Ignoring the window this morning, I got dressed and after freshening up, I headed for a quick breakfast downstairs.
"Hi, everybody!" I said cheerily to everyone.
"Hi, Dr Nick!" Elizabeth, Linda and Rachel said.
"Nice of you to join us for breakfast." Linda remarked. I gave her a quick smile before scoffing down some bacon. I figured that if I didn't say anything, then she wouldn't think that I was talking about mentally advanced body parts.
Linda turned to Elizabeth, who was currently putting on the finishing touches on her make-up.
"Good morning, Elizabeth!" she said.
"Hi, Linda." Elizabeth said in a distracted voice. She was caking her neck area with concealer and foundation.
Linda opened her mouth to speak again when she was interrupted.
"Where's Courtney?" I asked. "And Karla? And Ashlee?"
"Hare's retort me?" Linda said, evidentally confused. "Man Parlour? Dan mashed me? What are you all talking about?" I ignored her.
"I don't know." Rachel said, ignoring Linda as well and answering my questions. Rachel shrugged her shoulders and continuing with her breakfast.
"Aren't they going to be late for lessons?" Rachel started laughing.
"Lessons?" she asked. "Today's Saturday, Louise!"
"Oh." I said. "Right."
"I suppose then that you can stop stuffing your mouth with food." Linda suggested. I nodded and started eating normally.
"Another Hogsmeade weekend, ahh." Elizabeth put down her make-up palet and sighed. "I can replenish my Wet Shine Diamontes supply."
"Chocolate." Linda looked like she was about to drool.
"Butterbeer!" Rachel wailed, abandoning her breakfast. Her head was on the table and her hands were balled up fists which beat the table surface.
I leaned over and started patting her back. Then I stopped and opened my mouth. Rachel looked up, waiting for my bit of reassurance.
"Are you gonna finish those kippers?" I asked. Rachel wailed louder and started banging her head on the table again. "Well are you?" Rachel shook her head and shoved her plate towards me. Satisfied, I poked at the kippers with my fork.
A few minutes later, Rachel had stopped wailing. This was almost the same time when ...
"Hi, Elizabeth." Michael Corner sat down in the space between Elizabeth and I. He turned to face Elizabeth, who was busy inspecting her well-concealer-caked forehead.
"Hmm?" Elizabeth looked up to the hopeful face of Michael Corner. "Oh, it's you." she resumed checking her forehead.
I personally would have taken offence if somebody said that to me - after all, I DO have a name - but Michael seemed over the moon that Elizabeth remembered who he was. At least, I think she did anyway...
"Elizabeth," Michael repeated.
"Yes?" Elizabeth said, without even looking up from the mirror.
"Well you know that today we're going to Hogsmeade..." Michael looked nervous and I felt sorry for him. The poor guy - coming in second compared to concealer.
"Obviously - do you think I'm dumb or something?" Elizabeth asked, slightly poking a bit of skin.
"No! No - I don't think you're dumb!" Michael babbled. "I think you're the most wonderful girl that I've ever met!"
"Really?" Elizabeth smiled at nobody in particular. "I think that too!"
"Wow - we have so much in common ..." Michael hinted, overlooking Elizabeth's arrogance. "How about w-we see if we have anything else in common over a ... um ... butterbeer?" he asked hopefully.
I nearly spat out my/Rachel's kippers. Was he asking Elizabeth out on a date? I looked over at everybody else. Linda was leaning in extra close because of hearing; Lara was at the Slytherin table, whispering something to Draco (ahh ...) and Rachel had started crying again because Michael had mentioned butterbeer, and he had obviously struck an uknown nerve in her.
"Hmm?" Elizabeth was still distracted. "Oh, yeah, whatever." Michael's eyes lit up.
"Really?" he asked, pure joy coming over him.
"Oh, yeah, whatever." Elizabeth repeated.
"Wow, well, I guess I'll meet you at the Three Broomsticks at noon, OK?" Michael would have flown into the air if he had wings.
"Oh, yeah, whatever." Elizabeth was examining her nose. Michael got up from the table, victorious, and left the Grffindor table.
"Elizabeth!" I said as soon as he was out of ear-shot.
"Yes, Louise?" she asked, leaning closer to a small blemish on her face.
"Did you know that you just agreed to go on a date with Michael Corner?" I asked her. Elizabeth dabbed some concealer on the spot.
"Oh, yeah, whatever." she said, carefully smoothing the concealer in.
"Is that all you say?" I asked her. Elizabeth shut her pocket mirror having just finished her facial check up. She looked at me, not particularly miffed.
"No, actually, and I am aware that I agreed to go get butterbeer with Michael today at noon." Elizabeth said, gulping down some water.
"I thought that you didn't like him and that he thought that you were completely obsessed with yourself ...?" I asked.
"Well I changed my mind. And Michael seemed to have realised that I'm obsessed with myself for good reason - where can you find a face like this?" Elizabeth batted her mascara-coated eyelashes.
"The rubbish dump ..." I heard Rachel mutter.
"Pardon?" Elizabeth asked, obviously not hearing what Rachel said.
"Nothing!" Rachel said in a perky voice.
After I had finished my breakfast, I sat down and just looked around at random people. Hannah Abbot was arguing with Justin Finch-Fletchly. Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas were waving their wands at their goblets. Susan Bones, Parvati Patil, Padma Patil and Lavendar Brown were giggling amongst themselves. Draco Malfoy was talking to Lara and then started walking towards me ...
WHAT?!
"Louise, why is Malfoy walking towards you?" Linda asked, confused.
"I don't know." I said dumbly. I started panicking. What's he doing?
"Hey." he said, standing next to me. I panicked more.
"Hi." I said, giving him an extremely fake smile.
"Is this spot taken?" he motioned to the place where Michael had used previously.
"N-no." I stuttered. "Be my guest." Malfoy took the seat. Rachel and Linda looked extremely shocked.
"Sooo ..." he said, leaning his arm on the surface of the table. "Are you doing anything today at Hogsmeade?" he asked casually.
I panicked as much as any person could panic. Was he asking me out? Oh my goodness, I think he was ...
"Erm ... Um ... No." I took in a nervous break. Oh my goodness, HE IS! ARRGHHH!!
"How about we have a butterbeer at Hogsmeade then?" he asked, a boyish grin on his face.
Rachel and Linda both started cracking up silently before ducking their heads under the table. I ignored them.
"O-o-ok then." I smiled, pure happiness coursing through my veins. "I'd didn't know that you'd ask me!" I SO KNEW IT! He's my soul mate!
"Sometimes ignorance is not bliss." Draco winked (ahh) and gave me a somewhat strained grin. "Right well, I'll meet you there at noon." He headed back for the Slytherin table.
I would have fainted if Rachel and Linda hadn't retrieved their heads from under the table, still laughing.
"What?" I asked, not really caring what they said. After all, DRACO MALFOY HAD JUST ASKED ME OUT!
"THE ALBINO FERRET ASKED YOU OUT!" Linda laughed. Rachel and Linda then both cracked up again, nearly falling off the bench.
"He's not an albino ferret!" I said defensively, heating up.
"THE BLONDE VAMPIRE ASKED YOU OUT!" Rachel joked. They both started laughing again.
"He's not a blonde vampire either!" I said hotly. Rachel and Linda stopped laughing.
"Then what is he?" Rachel asked.
"He's sensitive! He's nice, caring, funny and he's good looking ..." I started gushing. Rachel and Linda had their eyebrows raised.
"And you know all this because he dumped you off his broom when you got pushed out of the castle window?" Linda said slowly.
"How do you know that?" I asked.
"I may be deaf, but even I can hear when someone is plunging out of a window." Linda said with a wry half grin.
"Oh." I said. "Well, I still know that Draco is a wonderful person."
"Is this before or after he nearly got eaten by a plant in Herbology?" Rachel asked, an innocent look plastered all over her face.
"Shut up." I scowled at them. "Or I'll shove a muesli bar up your nose, chop you up into little bits and then flush you down the toilet!"
Rachel and Linda gave each other incredulous looks before shutting up and returning to their food.
That's better.
Pretty soon after breakfast, we had arrived in Hogsmeade. The students started scattering around everywhere, heading to wherever they pleased. Calculating that I had an hour and a half before my meeting with Draco, I decided to head off with Elizabeth, Linda and Rachel to Zonko's Joke Shop.
It was lucky that we headed there first - we were some of the first to get in before a storm of third years decided to storm in, squashing us all. Mr Zonko's (obviously the owner of the shop) smile on his face suddenly became very forced and strained. After all, who would want a whole bunch of teenagers trampling around their shop?
Elizabeth, Linda, Rachel and I managed to push through the crowd and start looking at the numerous practical joke equipment.
Rachel and Linda had gone off to the food section, so Elizabeth and I started looking at the cosmetics section (Elizabeth's idea, obviously).
"Hahaha, look, Elizabeth!" I pointed to a narrow tube. "It's some lipstick." Elizabeth's eyes widened before she pounched on a tester tube.
Now any sane person in a practical joke equipment section of a magical joke shop would have wanted to see what the lipstick actually did before deftly applying it. Sane people, that is.
"Oh this is such a cute shade!" she squealed. I leaned forward to the other tubes and read the caption under a heading that read 'Lucky Lips Lipstick'.
" 'Lucky Lips Lipstick' is a magical lipstick which is charmed to suit your complexion perfectly. This lipstick is also handy for those who know that Love Potions are totally banned - one application is enough for the nearest male to kiss you. Each application only works for one kiss, one male."
My eyes widened. Oh no. I spun around and found the tube of Lucky Lips Lipstick coming dangerously close to Elizabeth's lips.
"Nooooo!" I screamed as the Lipstick came even closer to her lips. "Don't apply that lipstick!" I screamed desparately.
"But it's such a cute shade!" Elizabeth said in a bimbo-like voice. "I'm applying it and there's nothing that can stop me!" Once again, the lipstick was coming close to her lips. I looked around; hopefully Michael Corner was in the shop somewhere and he was the closest guy there.
Scanning the shop quickly, I saw the guy that was closest to Elizabeth - Professor Snape.
Oh crap.
Getting extremely desparate, I said the first thing that came to my mind if I were to stop Elizabeth in her tracks.
"Elizabeth - your concealer is flaking!" I screamed. Immediately, Elizabeth dropped the lipstick with a clatter and whipped out her mirror in record time. I let out a sigh of relief, nabbed the lipstick and stuck it back on the shelf.
"Argh!" Elizabeth screamed, grabbing her concealer and reapplying desparately.
"Ahh, yet another make-up attack, I see?" a voice said behind me. I spun around and found Ashlee, Courtney and Karla standing behind us.
"Hi!" I said. "Where were you three this morning?"
The three of them looked at each other.
"Um, we had to do some homework together." Ashlee said, in a bit of a nervous voice. I raised an eyebrow - I wasn't entirely convinced.
"Where?" I pressed ownwards.
"Common room." Courtney and Karla said at the same time.
"Library." Ashlee said at the same time as Courtney and Karla. The three of them looked at each other.
"I see." I looked at them skeptically.
"Miss Houston! Miss Hall! Miss Feathers! Miss Hilary! Miss Fields!" a sharp voice sounded behing Courtney, Karla and Ashlee. Elizabeth stopped applying her concealer. Courtney, Karla and Ashlee spun around to reveal Professor Snape.
"Y-y-yes, Professor?" Ashlee asked nervously. I saw Courtney fumbling with something inside of her robe. A glint of glass. What was that?
"Can you please be as so kind as to tell me why you are in the 'Love Potion Substitutions' aisle of this shop?" Snape looked like he was taking immense pleasure in picking on us.
"We're in the 'Love Potion Substitutions' aisle?" I asked truthfully. I honestly had no idea - whenever Elizabeth senses cosmetics, she goes.
"Don't play ignorant with me, Miss Houston!" Snape hissed. "Now one of you tell me why you are here before I decide to take off a large amount of house points." I was on the verge on asking why HE was in the 'Love Potion Substitutes' aisle, when I decided that it wouldn't be a wise move.
"Honestly, sir, we had no idea!" I said. Snape sneered.
"A likely story." He said coldly. "One, though, that I will not believe." --Let me punch him NOW!--
"But sir --" Courtney interrupted.
"10 points from Gryffindor for interrupting a teacher!" Snape's eyes flashed with satisfaction. "Since you have made a rather fabricated excuse for being in a place where you OBVIOUSLY didn't not wonder into by mistake, I will have to take 75 points from Gryffindor."
All of our mouths fell open, even Elizabeth's perfectly Wet Shine Diamontes-ed one.
"Be thankful that it isn't more." Snape said this slowly, before escorting us out of the aisle. "And be sure not to come wondering back into this aisle again."
We waited for Snape to leave Zonko's, but he was obviously in the mood for staying, so we left the shop.
"75 points!" I said, scandalised.
"That's stupid!" Ashlee growled.
"That was so unfair!" Courtney and Karla said at once; crossing their arms in unison.
"That shade was so cute!" Elizabeth pouted, placing her concealer back into her bag.
"75 points - you know that means we lost 15 points each?" I groaned.
We all grumbled and plopped ourselves down at the ice-cream parlour.
"What would you like?" the kindly witch behind the counter asked.
"I'll take a banana sundae." I said half-heartedly.
"Strawberry ice-cream with pink icing, please!" Courtney and Karla said.
"Chocolate ice-cream and whipped cream, thanks." Ashlee said glumly.
"Vanilla ice-cream with chocolate sauce, thank you." Elizabeth said, careful not to smudge her lipglossed lips as she talked.
The witch waved her wand and the ice-creams appeared in front of us. We paid our money and started digging in. I looked at my watch - Elizabeth and I only had 15 minutes before heading off to the Three Broomsticks (A/N: Time passes quickly over there).
"I hate Snape." Courtney wrinkled her nose as she swallowed the last remnants of her ice-cream. Karla nodded.
"I agree." I piped up, abandoning my now empty bowl. "I'm just wondering why he was in the 'Love Potion Subtitutes' aisle in the first place." Everyone nodded in agreement.
"Maybe Snape has a 'special lady' in his life." Ashlee said suggestively, raising and lowering her eyebrows rapidly.
"EW!" Elizabeth squealed. "That's a disgusting thought, Ashlee!" Ashlee laughed evilly.
"Why are you looking at your watch so much?" Courtney asked, eyebrow raised. I was about to tell her that Elizabeth and I had dates, but then I remembered the personal war against boys.
"Just checking the time." I said. Courtney and Karla both raised their eyebrows at me.
"Has it got something to do with ... BOYS?" Karla asked accusingly. Courtney looked horrified. I gulped.
"Why?" Elizabeth asked, putting down her blush (which was an extremely rare thing to do).
"We just don't want you to get boy germs!" Courtney said. I rolled my eyes and checked my watch again.
"Come on, WE have to go to the Three Broomsticks." I got up and tapped Elizabeth on the shoulder. She got up and started walking off with me, concealer-caked nose pointed in the air.
Elizabeth and I opened the door to the Three Broomsticks a few minutes later. We took our seats (back-to-back) and waited for Michael and Draco.
Elizabeth and I had only been sitting for about 10 minutes before Michael Corner breezed in, an excited and nervous look on his face. He spotted Elizabeth (record timing, I have to say) and practically ran over to her, before sitting down and ordering two butterbeers from the barmaid. I looked on in amusement at Elizabeth and Michael.
"Hi, Elizabeth." Michael said somewhat goofily. Elizabeth whipped out her Wet Shine Diamontes and started applying carefully, pocket mirror in hand. She gave a nod to Michael to signify that she was listening. Talking, after all, would probably ruin her lipgloss.
"So, do you like butterbeer?" Michael asked after a few minutes of awkward silence between them. Elizabeth had finished applying her lipgloss and carefully opened her mouth.
"Yes." she said, before quickly checking that her lipgloss hadn't smudged.
"Really?" Michael sprang in enthusiastically. "Me TOO!" Elizabeth nodded and gave a little smile. Michael gave her a beaming one.
"Do you like Honeydukes?" Elizabeth asked. Michael nodded.
"I love the Peppermint Imps they have!" Michael said.
"Me too!" Elizabeth smiled.
I snicked softly to myself (nearly puking at the same moment), but stopped immediately when Draco strutted into the Three Broomsticks like some sort of hero that everybody worshipped. I gulped.
"Hey ..." Draco said as he plopped himself down on the seat opposite me.
"Hi." I said, half-sighing, half-voice-breaking. Draco looked a little bit confused. "It's Louise." Draco nodded and gave me a non-evil smile (hopefully), but it turned out to be some sort of smirk.
"Soo ..." Draco looked out the window. "Would you like a butterbeer?" My eyes lit up. A drink? Yes - I needed a drink to pour over myself - my cheeks were burning from blushing so much!
"Erm ..." I started stuttering. I really did want to talk properly, but all the nerves was getting to me. After all ... I WAS HAVING BUTTERBEER WITH THE HOTTEST WIZARD IN HOGWARTS! "Umm, erm ..."
"Are you OK?" Draco asked, his eyebrow knitted together.
"Erm ..." I stuttered again. "Umm, erm ..."
"I think I'll just get you a butterbeer then." Malfoy got the barmaid's attention and ordered two butterbeers.
"H-h-hi, Draco." I finally got out. Oh dear, that certainly seemed a bit too late ...
"Hi." he said. There was an awkward silence between us. "Sooo ..."
"Yes?" I asked, trying to avoid my voice quivering.
"What do you like?" Draco asked. I had a mad urge to jump across the table, grab his collar, start shaking it and scream "I LIKE YOU!", but I decided to restrain myself.
"I like food, museli bars, shoving museli bars up Ashlee's nose ..." I started listing off.
"What?" Draco asked.
"Well you see, Ashlee's got a rather large nose, and she's really quite annoying and the most logical thing to do is to shove a museli bar up it." I explained calmly. Draco looked at me weirdly.
"Right." he said briefly. The barmaid placed our drinks on the table and Draco paid her. We drank in silence. "Well, tell me, do you like other things?" Draco asked.
"Well, I like my family, my friends --" I started, but Draco cut me off.
"Ahh, your friends, I see." He said, a smirk crossing his face. Maybe that was just his nature to smirk. "Tell me about your friends."
"Well, there's: Ashlee, Courtney, Karla, Elizabeth, Linda, Rachel, Lara, Hermione, Ron and Harry." I said.
"Yes; the Golden Trio." Draco said. "What's so good about them, anyway?"
"Well, Hermione's really nice and she's really smart." I took a drink from my pitcher. "And Ron's just hilarious - a real crack-up. You know, he's been trying to get Agrippa for ages and --"
"How about Potty - er - Harry?" Draco asked, a glimmer of what seemed to anticipation flashing through his eyes.
"Harry? Harry's just ... Harry. He's funny and he doesn't do his homework - which is the way to go in life." I frowned as I picked out the elements of Harry. "Oh yeah, he used to be in love with Lara as well." I added casually. I picked up the pitcher and started glugging down more butterbeer.
"WHAT?" Draco asked, slamming both his hands on the table and getting up with a start.
I jerked in suprise and as I did so, my butterbeer came pouring out across the table. The amber liquid splashed over the table and landed on the table and onto ...
"WHAT DID YOU DO?!" Draco roared in anger. His soft blonde hair was coated in butterbeer and his white shirt was dripping with it.
"Oh my goodness, I'm sooo sorry!" I screamed, getting up and reaching for my wand. --Well at least it's a conversation starter ...--
"NO!" Draco grabbed my wand and slammed it against the table. I flinched a bit. "I will not have you point a wand at me! You could blow me up or something!"
"But it's just a simple --"
"NO!" Draco yelled. He pulled at his shirt to examine the damage. "Do you know how hard it is to get butterbeer out of a school uniform?!" he yelled. --Well if you're so rich and mighty, why don't you get another shirt?--
"Erm ..." I said, forgetting about my angry thoughts.
"You obviously don't!" Draco groaned in frustration and started poking his wand at the stain. --Oh, so if I point a wand at him, it's murder. If he points a wand at himself, then it's the only solution.--
It was then that I remembered something that the witch at Madame Malkin's Robes for All Occasions said. Apparently salt is the best way to get butterbeer out. A wand is rather useless, actually. That's how stubborn butterbeer is. I decided to share my piece of knowledge with Draco.
"Draco; salt!" I said.
"What?" he asked absent-mindedly and annoyed at the same time, still poking his wand at his shirt.
"Salt, Draco, that's the only thing that will get butterbeer out!" I said. Draco stopped poking his wand. He looked at me suspiciously and then nodded.
"Alright, well, we have to clean your shirt with salt." I said calmly. Draco frowned.
"CLEAN?" he asked, giving a hateful expression as he said so. "That's servant stuff!"
"Fine then, go walking around Hogsmeade like a sitting duck for Rachel." I said triumphantly, crossing my arms.
"Rachel?" Draco stiffened. "OK, we'll wash the shirt." I beamed. Draco scowled at me. I stopped beaming and started scowling.
"Right, well ..." I cleared my throat rather loudly. "Where are the toilets here?" I asked Rosmerta.
"Over there." Rosmerta pointed to a door on the right.
"Thanks." I smiled, grabbed Draco (and some salt) and led him to the toilets.
We found a toilet cubicle and I pushed Draco inside. I stepped out of the cubicle and closed the door. I heard Draco sitting down on the toilet seat. I placed the salt onto the counter and cleared my throat again.
"Well, what do I do now?" Draco asked impatiently. I felt my face grow hot.
"Ahem, um, erm ..." I stuttered. Was there any easy way to ask a person this?
"I'm waiting." I could almost imagine Draco crossing his arms.
"Um ..." My face felt like it was on fire. --Oh come on, just do it! Otherwise Draco will kill you for leading him into a toilet cubicle for nothing.-- "You have to erm ... give me your ... ahem ... shirt."
"Oh." You don't need to be a rocket scientest to know that Draco would be smirking endlessly at this request. "OK." Oh this was extremely embarrassing. I gulped and closed my eyes. --Oh let me die, please, from humiliation ...--
A few fumblings later ...
"My arm's getting tired." I looked up at the sound of Draco drawling. I saw a pale arm holding a white shirt stained brown.
"Oh, right, thank you." I grabbed the shirt, sure that my face could be used to cook eggs on soon.
"What do I do now?" I heard Draco sitting back down on the toilet seat.
"Just ... Stay there." I said. Draco sighed as I smoothed out his stained shirt.
I picked up the salt shaker I had taken with me and sprinkled the salt onto the offending colour. I grabbed a nearby paper towel and started scrubbing the salt against the butterbeer. I heard the grains scraping against the shirt and I smiled - Draco would be so pleased with me for fixing his shirt so well. Scrape. Scrape. Scrape. Scrape. This shirt is going to be - scrape - better - scrape - than - scrape - new! Scrape.
"Are you done yet?" Draco drawled, annoyed.
"No, not yet!" I said as I scraped harder. I removed the paper towel and looked at my work - the butterbeer was going away! Victorious, I decided to add more salt so the shirt could be cleaned quicker.
Grabbing more paper towels, I scrubbed harder than before.
"You better be careful with that shirt - it's made of silk!" Draco yelled over the din of my scrubbing after a few minutes. Silk? Fancy ... "If you rip it, you're going to get me another one; I'm not going to wear a shirt which was broken before!" I rolled my eyes a little bit. Spoilt little ... --NO, LOUISE! THIS IS DRACO MALFOY! HE IS YOUR TRUE LOVE, YOUR FUTURE HUSBAND! YOUR ... SOUL MATE!--
I kept on scrubbing.
--Silk?-- I thought about it as I absent-mindedly kept on scrubbing. --Silk is delicate, and I'm scrubbing salt into it with all my strength using a rough paper towel ...-- I stopped scrubbing. --Oh no.--
I flung the paper towel over my shoulder and looked down at the shirt. Or what remained of the shirt. There were huge rips and tears everywhere on the shirt. Shards of the material were missing and the colour was distorted. In particular, there was a huge hole in the middle of the shirt.
Crap.
No, worse than crap.
Double crap.
"I don't hear scrubbing!" Draco said in a sing-song voice.
"Oh, don't worry." I said nervously. "There's no need to scrub anymore ..."
"Really?" Draco's voice wasn't an annoying sing-song anymore. "OK then!" I heard a click and the swing of a door.
"Draco - NO!" I yelled, standing in Draco's view of his shirt.
"Why, what's wrong?" he asked, eyebrows knitted together once again.
"Nothing!" I said quicky (maybe too quickly). Draco looked skeptical. "It's just that ... Um ... I'm afraid you'll be blinded from my wonderful work!" Who's arrogant now?
"That's great, but I would really like to see my shirt!" Draco sighed. I kept on blocking his view. In the end, Draco got pretty angry and shoved me out of the way.
Crap.
"Draco, let me just say that --"
"WHAT DID YOU DO?!" he yelled, his cheeks turning pink.
"Steady on there! Just let me say that --"
"YOU'RE GETTING ME A NEW SHIRT!" His cheeks were red from anger.
"JUST LET ME SAY THAT IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!" I felt my own cheeks redden again, but this time it was in frustration, not embarassment.
"I don't care!" Draco lowered his voice, aware that we might be attracting some unwanted attention. "You're getting me a new shirt!"
"Fine then!" I said angrily. "I don't know what I ever saw in you in the first place!"
"It's because I am handsome! And smart, good at sports and I've got lots of galleons." Draco smirked at me nastily.
Even though all of that was true, I was still angry at him. Who cares about a stupid shirt - he could just get a new one!
"Draco Malfoy, you are so difficult!" I yelled at him. I stormed out of the doorway and back into the drinking section of The Three Broomsticks.
As I sat back down at our table, I instantly regretted what I had said. --You just called Draco Malfoy; your true love, future husband and soul mate; difficult!--
Oh no, what had I done?
I ordered another butterbeer and drank it miserably. I saw Draco swaggering out of the toilet block, wearing his torn silk shirt. The huge hole and tears were still there, but he had covered most of them up with his robes. He glared at me and then exited The Three Broomsticks. I took a deep swig of my butterbeer and stared into space.
"Why, hello Louise!" I looked up and saw Ashlee, Courtney and Karla. They all had mischievous faces.
"Hi." I said glumly. Then I saw Courtney fumbling with something in her robes again. "What are you three up to?"
They all looked at each other and then turned to face me.
"Nothing." They said, all at the same time. I looked at them doubtfully.
"OK." I said casually, guzzling down some more butterbeer.
"We have some ... business to attend to with Elizabeth." Ashlee coughed. Courtney and Karla nodded robotically, and all three of them made their way to Elizabeth and Michael Corner's table.
Business? I swivelled around in my seat to watch the action unfold.
"Hi, Elizabeth." Courtney said rather fakely. She cleared her throat when she turned her head to face Michael Corner. "You."
"Oh, hello, Courtney." Elizabeth smiled in a Luna Lovegood way.
"Hi." Michael said shortly.
"Oh my goodness!" Karla said in a shocked voice (a very fabricated shocked voice), pointing out the window. "Look, it's a ... erm ... berserk Blast Ended Skrewt!"
Elizabeth and Michael immediately looked outside to see the beserk Blast Ended Skrewt to find ... snow. Meanwhile, Courtney had pulled out a vial of an oily looking substance, uncorked it and dumped its contents into Elizabeth's pitcher. Courtney recorked the vial and stuffed it back into her robes. Was that ...?
Elizabeth and Michael turned around and sat back down into their seats and looked at Karla weirdly.
"I didn't see a Blast Ended Skrewt." Elizabeth said.
"Let alone a beserk one." Michael added.
"Sorry, must have been a trick of the light!" Karla sprang in.
Elizabeth shrugged and started drinking her butterbeer. Ashlee, Courtney and Karla looked like they were brimming with success. Elizabeth suddenly looked sick.
"Elizabeth?" Michael looked up from his drink, worried. "Elizabeth! What's wrong?" Elizabeth didn't say anything ... she was too busy looking sick.
"What did you do?" I whispered to Ashlee.
"That's for me to know and for you to find out." Ashlee tapped her nose. I watched Elizabeth in shock. Oh no; they really HAD put it in ...
Then I saw it. Elizabeth's face was making weird movements. There were bumps poking in and out everywhere. Little spots appeared on Elizabeth's face. Elizabeth herself looked extremely panicky.
"ELIZABETH!" Michael bellowed. "WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR FACE, ELIZABETH?"
The substance had taken full effect and it was NOT a pretty sight. Elizabeth's face was completely covered with pimples. Everywhere. Absolutely covered. They riddled her face like she had the plague.
"What?" Elizabeth asked. She pulled out her hand mirror. "Is my concealer flaking or ... ARRRGGHHHHHHHHHH!" Elizabeth screamed in pure terror at the site of her face. She looked like she was about to have a heart attack.
Ashlee, Courtney and Karla looked evil; snickering amongst themselves. I do have to say, administering Acne Potion on Elizabeth would be a fantastic method of revenge ... or just an extremely funny practical joke.
Elizabeth was in an insane fit, grabbing her trusty concealer and slathering her face with it. But it wouldn't work - the Acne Potion, after all, gave VERY strong breakouts. Elizabeth took another look into her mirror.
"ARRRRGGHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed again. Now she was just drawing attention to herself ... for all the wrong reasons.
Everybody in The Three Broomsticks was staring at her. Two witches gulped in shock. Three wizards around the bar area fell off their chairs. About 10 Hogswarts students nearly dropped their butterbeers.
"ARRRRGGHHHHH! MY COMPLEXION!" Elizabeth got up from her seat, grabbed her bag and ran out of The Three Broomsticks.
"Oh." Michael said softly, looking a little heartbroken. Poor boy.
On Elizabeth's way out, she seemed to have bumped into Joeline, who nearly fell over as a result.
"Watch where you're goi-- ARGH! Elizabeth, is that YOU?!" Joeline shouted. Elizabeth ignored her and continued running. "It's a nice look for you!" Joeline shouted after her.
"Ew!" Courtney said suddenly, having just realised that she was in infection distance of a boy. "Let's go - Michael's got boy germs!" With that, the three of them exited The Three Broomsticks.
Michael's face fell and he paid for the butterbeers.
"See you later, Louise." he said half-heartedly, leaving The Three Broomsticks too.
I sighed, drained my pitcher, paid for it and then left.
--Dinner--
I sat down at dinner that evening next to Linda. She was busy half-grabbing a chicken leg and half-serving herself some drinks. She leant overto me.
"Where's Liz?" she asked, now pouring herself some Pepseye. "What happened to her? I saw her a little bit in Hogsmeade today and she looked like she was about to punch someone."
"Acne Potion." I replied after she handed me the Pepseye jug.
"Ooh ... In that case it's amazing that she hasn't punched someone yet." Linda nodded, now spearing a potato.
"I agree." Linda and I nodded in unison and started eating dinner.
A few minutes later, Elizabeth entered the Great Hall, face spot-free. She, however, was scowling immensely at Ashlee, Courtney and Karla, who seemed to be getting up and running out of the Great Hall.
I watched them run away from the scowling raincloud of Elizabeth, laughing a bit.
"Hey, what's that?" Rachel asked suddenly, leaning over the table to see a glint of glass. I turned my head and saw a little vial sitting in the spot where Courtney had been before. This one wasn't empty. I picked it up.
It was yellow and a smooth texture to it. There was a label on the vial. It said "For Elizabeth: Dinner Time" in Courtney's handwriting. It looked scrawled; like she was in a hurry. I was about to uncork it when ...
"Hey, Louise!" Elizabeh sat down in Courtney's seat, breathing heavily slightly.
"Hi." I said after I quickly pocketed the vial.
"What was that?" Elizabeth asked, pointing at my pocket.
"Oh, that? It was nothing." I said. Elizabeth shrugged.
"Pass me the Corke, please." she said. I passed her the jug.
I thought about the vial. It was for Elizabeth for a reason, of course. But what would it do? I could feel the vial pressing into my leg. Oh what the hey.
"Hey, Elizabeth!" I suddenly said. Elizabeth stoppd eating. "Is that your lipstick on the floor over there?" I asked, pointing at a random patch of Great Hall tiling.
"What?" Elizabeth sprang up from her seat to go search the spot I had pointed to.
I quickly got out the vial and emptied the yellow liquid into her food. I stuffed the vial back into my pocket as I watched the yellow stuff dissolve. Elizabeth sat back down.
"I didn't find anything." Elizabeth frowned.
"Oh. My mistake then." I said sweetly, returning to my dinner. I watched Elizabeth out of the corner of my eye. In one hand, she had her pocket mirror and in the other she had her fork which was holding her dinner.
I casually drank some of my Pepseye whilst I watched her. Not prying her eyes from the mirror, Elizabeth ate some of her dinner. Elizabeth closed her eyes and then shivered.
"Elizabeth?" I asked cautiously. Elizabeth's eyes sprang open and she started blinking.
"Why am I holding this mirror?" she asked, wrinkling her nose at her now-not-so-treasured pocket mirror. She chucked it off somewhere and started pigging out on her dinner, not caring if she ruined her lipgloss. What was with her?
"EW!" Elizabeth looked at her hand. Red Wet Shine Diamontes stained her hand. "What is this filth?" she grabbed her napkin and wiped both her hands and her mouth with it.
Rachel, Linda and I all dropped our mouths. What were we hearing?
"Elizabeth - that was your Wet Shine Diamontes!" Rachel piped up. "Why did you wipe it off?"
"Wet Shine Diamontes?" Elizabeth asked, stuffing some lamb into her mouth. (A/N: Apologies to all the vegetarians out there) "Don't be a blonde, Rachel! Why would I want to use make-up for? It makes you look tacky."
At this point, Linda made a funny noise and ducked under the table. I felt like joining her.
Then I realised it - whatever I gave Elizabeth was the antidote to whatever she had drank in the first place to make her completely in love with herself.
--To make her completely in love with herself? Oh my goodness ... ELIZABETH DRANK A LOVE POTION! AND COURTNEY MUST HAVE HAD THE ANTIDOTE ...--
"OI!" Elizabeth yelled at me. "Louise, didn't you hear me the first time?" I suddenly felt very stupid.
"What?"
"Pass me the Sunblist." Elizabeth said.
"Oh ... yeah." I picked up the jug of Sunblist and handed it to her.
Elizabeth was normal again.
Now the question was whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.
--Sleepy Time--
After I had finished showering and changing into my pyjamas, I sat down in bed and prepared to read the new book I had gotten from the library: "Brilliantly Bumbling Butterbeer: A Close Study of Butterbeer Staining".
"Ahhh ... goodnight, Louise." Elizabeth, Linda and Rachel had closed the curtains around their beds and fell asleep.
Ashlee, Courtney and Karla had fallen asleep ages ago. They were already in the common room when the Gryffindors went there after dinner. And they were covered with lipgloss and lipstick markings as well as spots of Maybselline Drunk on Humbugs blush littering their skin (Ashlee, Courtney and Karla, not the Gryffindors). They also vowed never to hurt Elizabeth ever again (fat chance).
I had gotten through a quarter of the book when I got extremely tired. I yawned, put the book down and drew the curtains around my bed. I rubbed my eyes, pulled the blankets up and fell asleep.
"Louise, I don't know what came over me." Draco said as his eyes misted over in what I presumed rightly was love. "I was wrong to pick Lara over you."
"What happened, Draco?" I asked in a cross between sadness and happiness.
"I don't know!" Draco banged his fist on the stone wall behind him. "I guess I was too blinded by my love. You're the one that's my soul mate."
"Oh, Draco!" I sighed in exasperation and crossed my arms. "What would our friends think?" Draco blinked.
"I don't have friends." He said blankly. A surging feeling of pity came over me for Draco. He was misunderstood, he really was, and it cost him friends. "I have underlings."
I stopped my rush of sympathy.
"Ergh! You're so ... ergh!" I said, throwing my hands in the air in pure frustration. I leaned against the same stone wall as Draco and looked ahead, not really thinking much. Just staring. Draco turned to face me.
"Ergh?" Draco blinked. "How about handsome? Smart?" he smirked, raising an eyebrow. I rolled my eyes playfully.
"Yes, Draco Mafoy, I am deeply and devotedly in love with you." I said in a flat voice which was slightly mocking.
"Ah!" Draco said in a somewhat triumphant voice. "I knew it. I am irresistible." I laughed sharply.
"Of course you are." I smiled. Draco laughed, scuffing his perfect school shoes on the cold stone floor of the corridor. I watched him doing so with mild amusement.
"Draco." I interrupted his shoe scuffing session. He looked up and stopped moving his feet. "What do we do?"
Draco sighed and ran his pale fingers through his soft blonde hair. It was one of the things that I loved most about Draco; his hair. It looked so soft and fine, and sometimes I wished that I could run my hands through his hair. Draco looked at me again and put on a mischievous grin.
"How about we don't think about what other people will think when they see us." Draco took a step forward towards me. I stood in the same spot defiantly.
"If we don't think about that, we DO we think about?" I asked ...
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A/N: There you go, another chapter done and posted. I hope you liked it and that you all will review frantically! :)
For those people who are intent on their spotlight for the next chapter, I will have to tell you to stop asking me. The next chapter's PoV will be ...
KARLA!
Well there's nothing really more to say here, except --
Until Chapter 14 ...
--Blue - Long live the Queen - and her long weekend.