Thank you for reviewing kind people... Isolde is pronounced Is-Old.... Crap I just bent my nail.... (mutters incoherent babble) As most of you may know, harry potter is are not my books, hence forth they are not my characters... and fanfiction owns everything else.... so.... poo....
Isolde sat on her bed in deep contimplation. It was early in the morning, something she had never seen before, at least not in a very long time, infact on weekends she barely saw mid-day. But today there was school, the last day, and then the weekend. She sighed in relief. Lilith, the ferret, crawled around Isolde with zeal.
She flipped through the potion ingredience a few more times, she was still missing the last three. She couldn't collect them from Snapes supply without him knowing what she was up to, and she didn't know where to get them in town. This would require deep thought, but now it was nearly breakfast.
Isolde picked Lilith off her bed, and placed her in her cage. Isolde picked up her magickally altered diskman, it played whatever she wanted, a gift from her Uncle. Living Dead Girl by Rob Zombie pounded through the head phones. She smiled.
Isolde sat down for breakfast at the edge of the Slytherin table, and anyone near her moved even closer to the main group. She began to eat silently, thinking about what to do about the last three ingredience.
Draco Malfoy smoothely sat beside her, Crabbe and Goyle taking seats beside Isolde and Draco.
"Are you lost?" Isolde asked bluntly.
Draco laughed. "Nope."
The entire school turned to watch this. Dead silence surrouded them.
"This isn't going to be a regularity, is it?" Isolde looked semi-worried he might say yes.
"Maybe," Draco said coyly.
Isolde rolled her eye's. "For the sake of my sanity, make your pressence limmited," Isolde pleaded ignoring the many stares. True she was stared at quite a bit, but not all at once.
Draco grinned. "As you wish," Draco began to get up.
Isolde grabbed his arm. "We need to talk later," she whispered and looked around. "In private."
"Is this a buisness or socal occasion?" Draco asked honestly.
Isolde glared in response.
"Meet me outside in the court yard after classes," Draco offered.
Isolde nodded.
Isolde walked into the potions class room and and picked her empty table in the front row. Hermione Granger came up behind her, accompanied by Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.
"Hey," Hermione said cheerfully.
Isolde sighed. "Hey," she replied.
"These are my friends," Hermione motioned towards Harry and Ron.
"I know," Isolde nodded acknowledging the pair.
They sat down with her, and Isolde's eye's widened in surprise.
"You don't mind if we sit with you?" Hermione asked.
"No, that's fine," Isolde said nervously.
"Are you ok?" Ron asked.
"Yeah, peachy," Isolde said shakily.
"What's wrong?" Hermione asked concerned.
"N-no-th-thin-g," Isolde stammered.
The three eye'd her curiously.
"Isolde isn't used to company," Proffessor Snape poked his head into the small goup.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione all jumped with fright.
Isolde smiled at her Uncle."And you're always sticking your head in my buisness," Isolde glared.
"True," Snape nodded, walking towards his desk. And he didn't even have to pay them.
"That was Snape," Ron stated.
"You saw him too?" Harry asked in disbelief.
"That was real?" Hermione asked in disbelief.
Isolde grinned. Only her Uncle would confront his least favourite students if they sat with his only neice. "He's my Uncle," Isolde tried to explain.
They all stared at her in disbelief.
Class became more interesting then Isolde had ever imagined. Isolde discovered Ron's fear of spiders, Harry's tales from the cript about his cousin Dudley, and Hermione's picket fence life up until she went to Hogwarts. Isolde found she had the most in common with Harry and Ron then she ever would with Hermione.
"I'll meet you in about an hour?" Hermione asked after class.
Isolde nodded. Off to meet the prince of darkness.
Isolde made her way to the court yard, and sat in the middle so Draco wouldn't miss her. Devil With a Black Dress On sung in her head, by Jack Off Jill. Her favourite band. She sung along to her diskman.
Wash off those scabs dear
or fingernail pick them clean
Pray to all your long lost demons
and justify your means
Devil has a new shape
Devil has a new ride
Devil has a problem but he locks it up inside
Shit angel
Kids sure like the devil these days
and I'm the devil with the black dress on
Do you want to own me angel
cause I own you now you're gone
Kids sure like the devil these days
and I'm the devil with the black dress on
Do you want to hate me angel
cause I hate you now you're gone
Did you believe it cause I said so
Did you believe it was true
Did you believe it cause I said so angel
I sure lied to you
Did you believe it cause I said so
Did you believe it was true
I'm eternal and infernal and I sure lied to you
Shit angel
Kids sure like the devil these days
and I'm the devil with the black dress on
Do you want to own me angel
cause I own you now you're gone
Kids sure like the devil these days
and I'm the devil with the black dress on
Do you want to hate me angel
cause I hate you now you're gone
Good girl with the black eyes
Believe in future past
Everything that I want happens
See how long that lasts
Devil has a hot rod
Devil high on speed
Devil has a black dress
So her arms can bleed
The song continued, but Isolde noticed that Draco Malfoy was standing over her with an odd smirk on his face. "What?" she snapped.
"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to be so rude?" Draco asked.
"Shut up," Isolde hissed.
Draco handed her some more money. "You shouldn't talk to me like that," he warned all humour leaving his voice.
"You shouldn't talk at all," Isolde hissed. "Makes you appear smarter."
Draco glared.
"I need these," Isolde handed him a slip of paper with the last ingredience. "In an hour," she added.
Draco nodded. "Come with me," he dragged her along to the forest.
"Where are we going?" Isolde tried to stop him.
"To get what you need," Draco told her.
"You can get it," Isolde said. "You're a big boy."
Draco smirked and pulled her along anyway.
He finally stopped in a clearing and mutter something under his breath.
A crashing came in through the tree's and Isolde Dived into the grass.
Draco laughed and caught his broom.
Isolde brushed her self off and glared.
"You never get embarased do you?" Draco asked her.
"Not if I can help it," Isolde replied smartly.
Draco mounted his broom and Isolde stared at him blankly.
"Well come on," he motioned her to sit behind him.
Isolde looked around. "I choose death," she backed away.
"Come on, it'll be fun," Draco motioned again.
Isolde sighed. "This is going against everything I believe in."
"And what is that," Draco asked.
"Doing regular teen stuff," she complained, sitting down.
Draco kicked off and Isolde let out a yelp, and clung onto Draco with a death embrace.
15 mintues later they landed.
Isolde had barely noticed as she continued to hold onto him.
Draco pushed her off. "You have issues," Draco commented.
"You shouldn't drag people off onto dangerous stunts," Isolde hissed.
Draco sneered at her. "You weren't in any danger," he defender himself.
"With you there's no such thing as safe," Isolde growled visably shaken up.
"I have half a mind to leave you here," Draco threatened.
Isolde shrugged indifferently. "I'm the one making your potion."
"I could get someone else," Draco said.
"No one else could get close to Hermione and not think about the conciquences like I do," Isolde. "You need me Malfoy, face it. You need someone with heart to get close to her, you need someone who only cares about themselves, that's me."
"There's always someone else," Draco said.
"No there isn't," Isolde countered. "I'm your only hope, so don't blow it."
Draco glared. "Let's get the stuff."
Draco showed her into a tiny shop.
A small man greeted them kindly. "Master Malfoy," he said brightly. "What can I do you for?"
Draco handed him the slip of paper.
"That is a lovely young lady you have with you," the man said.
Draco looked back at Isolde. "I've seen better," he shrugged.
"Yes but none will stay in his company," Isolde smiled at the man.
The man nodded and chortled. "Yes, yes, Young Master Malfoy is a strong willed lad," the man said getting the ingredience.
"Malfoy needs theopy," Isolde said taking the items.
Draco glared at her and payed the man.
"Nice meeting you, erm?" the man called to Isolde as she headed towards the door.
"Isolde Devnet," she said waving goodbye. The door clanged behind her, and she headed into the forest.
Draco stormed out a few seconds later. "What was that?" he yelled.
Isolde kept on walking.
"Well?" he hissed.
"Light conversation?" Isolde snapped.
"You don't know me," Draco said.
"Oh don't be so cliche," Isolde said angerly. "You're rich, your dad is pure evil, and you get off be torturing the weaker. Did I miss anything?"
"You don't know me!" Draco repeated.
"Take me back!" Isolde demanded. "So I can make your bloody potion, so you can have everything you want!"
"I don't have everything I want!" Draco informed her.
"I don't care," Isolde complained. "Take me back!"
Draco mounted, and Isolde held on to him.
When they reached the clearing Isolde jumped away and started to run from him. She tripped and went flying face first into the dirt.
"I thought you didn't like flying?" asked a cold voice.
Isolde looked up and met the eye's of her Uncle. "I don't."
His gaze drifted past her as Draco came running up behind her. He raised his eyebrows.
Isolde took off again, no one stopped her. She ran all the way to the bathroom to meet Hermione. She had ten minutes to spare, but when she got there Hermione was all ready there.
"Hey," Hermione greeted.
"Hey," Isolde breathed.
Hermione looked concerned. "Your all covered in dirt."
"Thank you captin obvious," Isolde rolled her eye's.
"What happened?" she asked.
"Malfoy," Isolde spat the name like something faul was on her tongue.
"Did he hurt you?" Hermione asked raising to her feet to look her over.
"Not physically," Isolde replied.
"Oh," Hermione said. "That's good," Hermione staired at her feet nervously.
"What?" Isolde asked taking notice to Hermione's odd behaviour.
"I don't think I can finish this potion with you," Hermione said sadly.
"Why not?" Isolde asked surprized.
"Well," Hermione avoiding eye contact. "I've kind of gotten to know you a little bit better," Hermione looked around some more.
"So?" Isolde asked confused.
"IthinkI'mdevelpoingfeelingsforyou," Hermione slirred together.
"What?" Isolde asked.
"I like you," Hermione said then ran out the door.
Isolde blinked.
"What?" she asked nothing in particular.
Moaning Murtle giggled. "She has a crush on you," she said in a sing song voice.
As this thought came clearer into Isolde's mind rapid blinking followed.
She finished the potion by herself thinking long and hard about Hermione. Isolde new for sure that she didn't like Hermione that way, at least she tried to convince herself so. Besides even if she did, Hermione would deserve some one better, Isolde was about to hand Hermione's heart to Draco, provided he still wanted her help. But the way he was paying her, she would have enought to start a nice life with her mother. Finally. And that was worth any kind of love anyone else gave her.
Thank you for reading once again.... Jack Off Jill is a real band, those lyrics are their lyrics... so check them out.... Next Chapter: Isolde confronts Hermione with her take on everything, and gives Draco a peice of her mind........... again...
Isolde sat on her bed in deep contimplation. It was early in the morning, something she had never seen before, at least not in a very long time, infact on weekends she barely saw mid-day. But today there was school, the last day, and then the weekend. She sighed in relief. Lilith, the ferret, crawled around Isolde with zeal.
She flipped through the potion ingredience a few more times, she was still missing the last three. She couldn't collect them from Snapes supply without him knowing what she was up to, and she didn't know where to get them in town. This would require deep thought, but now it was nearly breakfast.
Isolde picked Lilith off her bed, and placed her in her cage. Isolde picked up her magickally altered diskman, it played whatever she wanted, a gift from her Uncle. Living Dead Girl by Rob Zombie pounded through the head phones. She smiled.
Isolde sat down for breakfast at the edge of the Slytherin table, and anyone near her moved even closer to the main group. She began to eat silently, thinking about what to do about the last three ingredience.
Draco Malfoy smoothely sat beside her, Crabbe and Goyle taking seats beside Isolde and Draco.
"Are you lost?" Isolde asked bluntly.
Draco laughed. "Nope."
The entire school turned to watch this. Dead silence surrouded them.
"This isn't going to be a regularity, is it?" Isolde looked semi-worried he might say yes.
"Maybe," Draco said coyly.
Isolde rolled her eye's. "For the sake of my sanity, make your pressence limmited," Isolde pleaded ignoring the many stares. True she was stared at quite a bit, but not all at once.
Draco grinned. "As you wish," Draco began to get up.
Isolde grabbed his arm. "We need to talk later," she whispered and looked around. "In private."
"Is this a buisness or socal occasion?" Draco asked honestly.
Isolde glared in response.
"Meet me outside in the court yard after classes," Draco offered.
Isolde nodded.
Isolde walked into the potions class room and and picked her empty table in the front row. Hermione Granger came up behind her, accompanied by Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.
"Hey," Hermione said cheerfully.
Isolde sighed. "Hey," she replied.
"These are my friends," Hermione motioned towards Harry and Ron.
"I know," Isolde nodded acknowledging the pair.
They sat down with her, and Isolde's eye's widened in surprise.
"You don't mind if we sit with you?" Hermione asked.
"No, that's fine," Isolde said nervously.
"Are you ok?" Ron asked.
"Yeah, peachy," Isolde said shakily.
"What's wrong?" Hermione asked concerned.
"N-no-th-thin-g," Isolde stammered.
The three eye'd her curiously.
"Isolde isn't used to company," Proffessor Snape poked his head into the small goup.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione all jumped with fright.
Isolde smiled at her Uncle."And you're always sticking your head in my buisness," Isolde glared.
"True," Snape nodded, walking towards his desk. And he didn't even have to pay them.
"That was Snape," Ron stated.
"You saw him too?" Harry asked in disbelief.
"That was real?" Hermione asked in disbelief.
Isolde grinned. Only her Uncle would confront his least favourite students if they sat with his only neice. "He's my Uncle," Isolde tried to explain.
They all stared at her in disbelief.
Class became more interesting then Isolde had ever imagined. Isolde discovered Ron's fear of spiders, Harry's tales from the cript about his cousin Dudley, and Hermione's picket fence life up until she went to Hogwarts. Isolde found she had the most in common with Harry and Ron then she ever would with Hermione.
"I'll meet you in about an hour?" Hermione asked after class.
Isolde nodded. Off to meet the prince of darkness.
Isolde made her way to the court yard, and sat in the middle so Draco wouldn't miss her. Devil With a Black Dress On sung in her head, by Jack Off Jill. Her favourite band. She sung along to her diskman.
Wash off those scabs dear
or fingernail pick them clean
Pray to all your long lost demons
and justify your means
Devil has a new shape
Devil has a new ride
Devil has a problem but he locks it up inside
Shit angel
Kids sure like the devil these days
and I'm the devil with the black dress on
Do you want to own me angel
cause I own you now you're gone
Kids sure like the devil these days
and I'm the devil with the black dress on
Do you want to hate me angel
cause I hate you now you're gone
Did you believe it cause I said so
Did you believe it was true
Did you believe it cause I said so angel
I sure lied to you
Did you believe it cause I said so
Did you believe it was true
I'm eternal and infernal and I sure lied to you
Shit angel
Kids sure like the devil these days
and I'm the devil with the black dress on
Do you want to own me angel
cause I own you now you're gone
Kids sure like the devil these days
and I'm the devil with the black dress on
Do you want to hate me angel
cause I hate you now you're gone
Good girl with the black eyes
Believe in future past
Everything that I want happens
See how long that lasts
Devil has a hot rod
Devil high on speed
Devil has a black dress
So her arms can bleed
The song continued, but Isolde noticed that Draco Malfoy was standing over her with an odd smirk on his face. "What?" she snapped.
"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to be so rude?" Draco asked.
"Shut up," Isolde hissed.
Draco handed her some more money. "You shouldn't talk to me like that," he warned all humour leaving his voice.
"You shouldn't talk at all," Isolde hissed. "Makes you appear smarter."
Draco glared.
"I need these," Isolde handed him a slip of paper with the last ingredience. "In an hour," she added.
Draco nodded. "Come with me," he dragged her along to the forest.
"Where are we going?" Isolde tried to stop him.
"To get what you need," Draco told her.
"You can get it," Isolde said. "You're a big boy."
Draco smirked and pulled her along anyway.
He finally stopped in a clearing and mutter something under his breath.
A crashing came in through the tree's and Isolde Dived into the grass.
Draco laughed and caught his broom.
Isolde brushed her self off and glared.
"You never get embarased do you?" Draco asked her.
"Not if I can help it," Isolde replied smartly.
Draco mounted his broom and Isolde stared at him blankly.
"Well come on," he motioned her to sit behind him.
Isolde looked around. "I choose death," she backed away.
"Come on, it'll be fun," Draco motioned again.
Isolde sighed. "This is going against everything I believe in."
"And what is that," Draco asked.
"Doing regular teen stuff," she complained, sitting down.
Draco kicked off and Isolde let out a yelp, and clung onto Draco with a death embrace.
15 mintues later they landed.
Isolde had barely noticed as she continued to hold onto him.
Draco pushed her off. "You have issues," Draco commented.
"You shouldn't drag people off onto dangerous stunts," Isolde hissed.
Draco sneered at her. "You weren't in any danger," he defender himself.
"With you there's no such thing as safe," Isolde growled visably shaken up.
"I have half a mind to leave you here," Draco threatened.
Isolde shrugged indifferently. "I'm the one making your potion."
"I could get someone else," Draco said.
"No one else could get close to Hermione and not think about the conciquences like I do," Isolde. "You need me Malfoy, face it. You need someone with heart to get close to her, you need someone who only cares about themselves, that's me."
"There's always someone else," Draco said.
"No there isn't," Isolde countered. "I'm your only hope, so don't blow it."
Draco glared. "Let's get the stuff."
Draco showed her into a tiny shop.
A small man greeted them kindly. "Master Malfoy," he said brightly. "What can I do you for?"
Draco handed him the slip of paper.
"That is a lovely young lady you have with you," the man said.
Draco looked back at Isolde. "I've seen better," he shrugged.
"Yes but none will stay in his company," Isolde smiled at the man.
The man nodded and chortled. "Yes, yes, Young Master Malfoy is a strong willed lad," the man said getting the ingredience.
"Malfoy needs theopy," Isolde said taking the items.
Draco glared at her and payed the man.
"Nice meeting you, erm?" the man called to Isolde as she headed towards the door.
"Isolde Devnet," she said waving goodbye. The door clanged behind her, and she headed into the forest.
Draco stormed out a few seconds later. "What was that?" he yelled.
Isolde kept on walking.
"Well?" he hissed.
"Light conversation?" Isolde snapped.
"You don't know me," Draco said.
"Oh don't be so cliche," Isolde said angerly. "You're rich, your dad is pure evil, and you get off be torturing the weaker. Did I miss anything?"
"You don't know me!" Draco repeated.
"Take me back!" Isolde demanded. "So I can make your bloody potion, so you can have everything you want!"
"I don't have everything I want!" Draco informed her.
"I don't care," Isolde complained. "Take me back!"
Draco mounted, and Isolde held on to him.
When they reached the clearing Isolde jumped away and started to run from him. She tripped and went flying face first into the dirt.
"I thought you didn't like flying?" asked a cold voice.
Isolde looked up and met the eye's of her Uncle. "I don't."
His gaze drifted past her as Draco came running up behind her. He raised his eyebrows.
Isolde took off again, no one stopped her. She ran all the way to the bathroom to meet Hermione. She had ten minutes to spare, but when she got there Hermione was all ready there.
"Hey," Hermione greeted.
"Hey," Isolde breathed.
Hermione looked concerned. "Your all covered in dirt."
"Thank you captin obvious," Isolde rolled her eye's.
"What happened?" she asked.
"Malfoy," Isolde spat the name like something faul was on her tongue.
"Did he hurt you?" Hermione asked raising to her feet to look her over.
"Not physically," Isolde replied.
"Oh," Hermione said. "That's good," Hermione staired at her feet nervously.
"What?" Isolde asked taking notice to Hermione's odd behaviour.
"I don't think I can finish this potion with you," Hermione said sadly.
"Why not?" Isolde asked surprized.
"Well," Hermione avoiding eye contact. "I've kind of gotten to know you a little bit better," Hermione looked around some more.
"So?" Isolde asked confused.
"IthinkI'mdevelpoingfeelingsforyou," Hermione slirred together.
"What?" Isolde asked.
"I like you," Hermione said then ran out the door.
Isolde blinked.
"What?" she asked nothing in particular.
Moaning Murtle giggled. "She has a crush on you," she said in a sing song voice.
As this thought came clearer into Isolde's mind rapid blinking followed.
She finished the potion by herself thinking long and hard about Hermione. Isolde new for sure that she didn't like Hermione that way, at least she tried to convince herself so. Besides even if she did, Hermione would deserve some one better, Isolde was about to hand Hermione's heart to Draco, provided he still wanted her help. But the way he was paying her, she would have enought to start a nice life with her mother. Finally. And that was worth any kind of love anyone else gave her.
Thank you for reading once again.... Jack Off Jill is a real band, those lyrics are their lyrics... so check them out.... Next Chapter: Isolde confronts Hermione with her take on everything, and gives Draco a peice of her mind........... again...