My Happy Ending
Disclaimer: Jk Rowling is the Guru of the Harry Potter saga, not me. I just use her characters as puppets in my nastily good stories. The Holyhead shirt is mine!
Ancient Jedi Mind Trick: You will read this story. You will love it. Then you will Review. He He
Chapter 3
Holyhead fans and Quidditch bans
Everybody had been asked to wear muggle clothes today. And something related to Quidditch. She had the perfect shirt. It's was a dark green t- shirt with a golden talen on the front. On the back in golden letters was the words: HOLYHEAD HARPIES. Uderneith that was the number twelve. The shirt made her chest look bigger but the didn't mader She went to wash her face she saw that the fairies had braided golden and drak green ribbons into her hair. The braids weren't held together by hair bands so she figured that it was Glamour (to all of you who don't know what glamour is. Its fairy magic). She had to thank them so she did. She walked ouver to her book shelve and traced the outer edges. Honeysuckles sprouted everywhere her wands had traced. The fae were very happy.
She put on some shorts and her white trainers. She checked her image over once more, got her back pack which was not theside bags that most Hogwarts student own. But an American black cotton backpack. Sh had a couple pins on it. One was an Invader Zim pin, it had GIR kicking over a soda can. Another pin was like a small hollow container, containing three quitar picks, which had once belonged to the three guitarist of Simple Plan. She had two Happy Bunny pins, one said: I like school, there are alot of kids to make fun of. The other one said: Its cute how you think Im listining. And last but not least she had two bigger pins, the first one was red and said: I'm a Gryffindor, hear me roar! It would roar when she tapped it was her wand. The last one had a picture of Orlando Bloom on it, it said: This is MY future husband! She had other stuff on her backpack as well. Like guitar picks hanging on small chains, larger chains crossing over the front one loops. She also had a minutre golden talen on a small chain as well as three smal bottles one contained , fairy dust, and the others, a mermaid's scale, and Stinksap.
When she reached the common room every one was up. They were all in muggle clothes except Malfoy. He just disgustingly at them. Harry was wearing a plain gray shirt and slightly baggy black jeans. Ron was wearing a orange shirt, a Chudley Canons hat which clashed with his hair, and light coloured jeans. She walked over to them.
"Nice hat Weasley!" she said tapping it. She then put her backpack on the ground.
"Thanks." said Ron, ears glowing.
"Harry arn't you wearing some with Quidditch on it?" she asked
Harry pulled his pants leg up reveling his socks. They had little broomsticks and snitches on them.
"Dobby the house elf!" he said.
"Cute! Well, I'm going to go get breakfast. I can't wait to get to class!" she picked up her backpack, swung it over her left shoulder, flipped her hair out of her eyes and walked to the portrait hole.
She walked down the corridor and then down many stairs. She heard footsteps behind her. She pulled her wand out from the speacil wand loop hole she made on her backpack. She swung her backpack onto her right shoulder and help her wand out. The foot steps became louder. The she felt a cold on her shoulder. She gasped and turned around. It was Malfoy he must of snuck out of the common room. He was even leanig of the wall right next to the portrait hole.
"Jesus, Honeywell you are sure a jittery one arn't you?" He said chuckling
"Jesus Malfoy your sure a slithery one are you?" she mimicked frowning.
"Sorry"
"Whatever. So is that Parkinson pug your girlfriend?"
"What?" he laughed, "Her? What made you think of that?"
"You sure seem cozy with her yesterday!" Christina looked around the corner and whispered to her selve "I wonder where this will take me."
"About that!" Draco said grabbing her shoulders turning her in the proper direction. " She saw you and her friends said the you where sitting with me and she flipped out," she thinks she my girlfriend but I and the whole school know better. Can we just say that, that never happened?"
"Fine,"
In no time they were in the Great Hall. They went there sepret ways. But NEVER took his eyes off of her. Christina went to sit infront of Hermione, on the side of the table were she could look up and see Draco. Christina bought three badges and she and Hermione became fast friends. They talked about everything. Christina went to her classes. All went well until Potions. When she asked if she could sit next to Neville he just nodded and halfway throught making Babbleing Beverages when she asked if he would walk her to Herblogy he snapped, "Why don't you ask Malfoy?"
"What?" she asked putting a pinch of shrivelfig into her cauldron, "No, no Neville thats to much!" She lowered his hand (that was about to pour exceseive amounts of powdered frog liver into his cualdron) with hers. His hands were warm and welcoming.
"Whatever! I'll walk with Seamus!" she said her eyes glowig with anger,she thought that they were friends. Now he's blowing her off. What a first day.
The bell rang and she did what she said she was going to do. She found Seamus and they walked to Herbology he was extatic. He offered to help her prune flutterby bushes too. She didn't need his help but she accepted. She could tell Neville was pissed.
That afternoon she and everyone else in her common room had a speacial class. For Quidditch. She walked onto the pitch for some reson she felt at home here. She leaned on her Firebolt while Ron raved on and on about how it was so unfair that Professor Flitwick gave them honework on the first day.
Oliver Wood walked onto the Pitch.
"Hello, You all should know me. But for those who don't my name is Oliver Wood. Now why don't we get into the air and you all can answer a few questions."
In a few minutes they were in the air. Oliver had made up a studying game that was actually kind of fun. Oliver would ask a question then he would throw the Quaffle to a random person. The person got the right answer they got to chose who was going to get the next question.
"Chrisitna Tell me every thing you know about the Golden Snitch and it history." When Sheamus had thrown the Quaffle to her.
"Umm . . Ok well the snitch started around1262 when the Cheif of Wizards' Barberus Bragge brought a caged snidget to a Quidditch match and told the team that whoever caught the little snidget during the course of the game he would give them one undred and fiftey galleons. Now, when the seeker catches the snitch they one hundred and fifty points to the game."
"Very, very good. Now for an anouncment. You see the Ministry has put out a new law saying that anyone who owns a broom needs to get there Flying license. You be doing that thursday. Ludo Bagman will be here to give you your licenses. But only you will be getting them all of the other students have to wait until they graduate. Great now for homework! Pick your favorite national team and write a foot long essay on their statics, backround on the current players, and anything else you can dig up. Christina which team do you pick?"
"Holyhead Harpies." she said without hesitation.
"Chudley Canons." said Ron flashing his hat at Wood.
"What about you Harry?" Wood asked.
"How about Puddlemere United!"
"I'll do the Kenmare Krestrals," Seamus said loudly.
The rest rattled off what they were going to right their reports on, Dean doing his on the Appleby Arrows, Neville on the Montrose Magpies. Colin doing the Wimbourne Wasps. It all ended with Draco picking the Falmouth Falcons, for obvious reasons.
"Who ever has the best essay will get to spend a day with the chosen teams captian. Plus you get a grade!"
The bell rang and they all dismounted. Christina found wood hanging all of their brooms up in his office.
"Professor, why are you teaching here? I thought you were a keeper for Puddlemere United. Why'd you quit?"
"I got banned from the team. For foul play. Luckily I wasn't banned from Quidditch all together."
"Oh. well I'll be seeing you!" Christina said backing away.
"I guess you will. See you next thursday."
Christina now knew the grounds quite fairly well. So she made off to the castle , by herslef. All of the boys had gone a head except Malfoy and Neville. It was a long walk from the Quidditch pitch.Halfway there a couple of first year girls rush by her, well rush into her. They obviously wanted to see Oliver before dinner in half an hour. They accidently broke her bag and all of the contents of her backpack srewed across the coblestone path. She silently cursed to her self. Picking up her stuffed a dark figure walked in front of her. It was Malfoy agian.
"I think you dropped this," he said handing her a glossy green book. with a talon for a lock. On the front, on the top it read: ALL ABOUT ME, then on the bottom it read: ANASTAsIA MARINA CHRISTINA HONEYWELL, both in gold lettering.
"Thanks" she pulled out her wand, repared her backpack and took the book from Malfoy's cold hands.
"So your name isn't Christina, huh?" she finnished putting her things into her bag.
"What?"
"Your book thingy says that your real name is Anastasia."
"So?" She started to walk away from him. She knew Neville was behind them and she did want him to be getting anymore stupid ideas.
"I like it. It's pretty," he said following.
"You think I'm pretty. Wow, I never thought I'd see the day. You know I've read up on you. Your not the pretty boy you put out to be. Your family has a rep."
"Well, then let me prove to you that I'm not like that," he said walking infront of her, well walking backwards infront of her.
"What do you have in mind?" she asked.
"Well, you could come to Hogsmead with me."
"What about your lovely little Pansy?"
"That little whore? Why would I care about her?"
"You sure seem to care when you where snogging her on the train." eyes flaring Christina/Anastasia turned the corner.
"I thought that we agree that, that never happened."
"Well, it did. Fine, listen I'll go to Hogsmead with you. If you promise to stop creeping up on me like that."
"I don't make promises that I can't keep."
"Whatever, go to Hogsmead by yourself."
"No, wait. Okay Ill stop."
"Good, its a deal then?"
"Deal!" They shook hands, shivers shot down Christina's spine. While Malfoy felt all worm and happy inside.
He watched her walked into the Great Hall sitting next to the Mudblood. He put his hand into his pocket and pulled out a glossy green book. The key to his plan. The jinx he put on the real diary would automatically transfer whatever was written in the real diary to the fake one. It was like reading her mind. He cramed the diary back into his pocket and went to go sit by Goyle.
Christina couldn't beilve that she and Hermione had so much in common. They once again didn't just talk about SPEW but about other things too. Dinner when by rather fast. And so did the next day. Before she knew it Christina was at her desk singing quietly to herself while other people talked and played chess and did other stuff.
Neville come up to her just as she was putting the finnishing touches on her two days worth of homework.
"I just wanted to say that Im sorry for being a jerk in Potions the other day."
"Oh, no problem."
"Well, okay. Do you want to be my partner tommorrow?"
"I would love that!"
"Okay well, see you."
She packed up her stuff and walked to towering stiars. Malfoy opened his door.
"Goodnight," said Christina.
"Goodnight, Anastasia." he said with a dark grin.
"Only you can call me that and not infront of people, got it?"
"Okay," he said putting his hands up in the air slightly and then putting them in his pockets. He looked her up and odwn. He knew that deep down inside that she wanted him. But Longbottom was her best freined. And he knew that the only reason that she was so rude to him was because, even though it didn't look like it, Longbottom had a nasty temper. Malfoy was happy by this it would be harder to get her to show her true feelings.
Christina walked up tp her room. To find a surprise. A (wizard's) dozen of white roses were hanging from th e canopy directy over pillow. The note read: A evelasting rose to smell a sweet as the lovely girl they are for. Perched on the chair nexted to her bed was a snowy owl. At first. she thought that it was waiting for a reply. But it was not. the second not which hung around it's next on a white ribbon a long with a crystal bell.
This note read: For the girl of my dreams, I give the bird of hers. The bell around this lovely bird's neck should always remind this girl of her crystal eyes and beautiful tinkling laugh. This owl's name is Trinity for I should admire you for all eternity.
She got changed and lay in bed watching a peaceful Trinity sleep. Soon she drifted into the land of sleep and dreamt of one person, Malfoy. Even though she knew she shouldn't.
Disclaimer: Jk Rowling is the Guru of the Harry Potter saga, not me. I just use her characters as puppets in my nastily good stories. The Holyhead shirt is mine!
Ancient Jedi Mind Trick: You will read this story. You will love it. Then you will Review. He He
Chapter 3
Holyhead fans and Quidditch bans
Everybody had been asked to wear muggle clothes today. And something related to Quidditch. She had the perfect shirt. It's was a dark green t- shirt with a golden talen on the front. On the back in golden letters was the words: HOLYHEAD HARPIES. Uderneith that was the number twelve. The shirt made her chest look bigger but the didn't mader She went to wash her face she saw that the fairies had braided golden and drak green ribbons into her hair. The braids weren't held together by hair bands so she figured that it was Glamour (to all of you who don't know what glamour is. Its fairy magic). She had to thank them so she did. She walked ouver to her book shelve and traced the outer edges. Honeysuckles sprouted everywhere her wands had traced. The fae were very happy.
She put on some shorts and her white trainers. She checked her image over once more, got her back pack which was not theside bags that most Hogwarts student own. But an American black cotton backpack. Sh had a couple pins on it. One was an Invader Zim pin, it had GIR kicking over a soda can. Another pin was like a small hollow container, containing three quitar picks, which had once belonged to the three guitarist of Simple Plan. She had two Happy Bunny pins, one said: I like school, there are alot of kids to make fun of. The other one said: Its cute how you think Im listining. And last but not least she had two bigger pins, the first one was red and said: I'm a Gryffindor, hear me roar! It would roar when she tapped it was her wand. The last one had a picture of Orlando Bloom on it, it said: This is MY future husband! She had other stuff on her backpack as well. Like guitar picks hanging on small chains, larger chains crossing over the front one loops. She also had a minutre golden talen on a small chain as well as three smal bottles one contained , fairy dust, and the others, a mermaid's scale, and Stinksap.
When she reached the common room every one was up. They were all in muggle clothes except Malfoy. He just disgustingly at them. Harry was wearing a plain gray shirt and slightly baggy black jeans. Ron was wearing a orange shirt, a Chudley Canons hat which clashed with his hair, and light coloured jeans. She walked over to them.
"Nice hat Weasley!" she said tapping it. She then put her backpack on the ground.
"Thanks." said Ron, ears glowing.
"Harry arn't you wearing some with Quidditch on it?" she asked
Harry pulled his pants leg up reveling his socks. They had little broomsticks and snitches on them.
"Dobby the house elf!" he said.
"Cute! Well, I'm going to go get breakfast. I can't wait to get to class!" she picked up her backpack, swung it over her left shoulder, flipped her hair out of her eyes and walked to the portrait hole.
She walked down the corridor and then down many stairs. She heard footsteps behind her. She pulled her wand out from the speacil wand loop hole she made on her backpack. She swung her backpack onto her right shoulder and help her wand out. The foot steps became louder. The she felt a cold on her shoulder. She gasped and turned around. It was Malfoy he must of snuck out of the common room. He was even leanig of the wall right next to the portrait hole.
"Jesus, Honeywell you are sure a jittery one arn't you?" He said chuckling
"Jesus Malfoy your sure a slithery one are you?" she mimicked frowning.
"Sorry"
"Whatever. So is that Parkinson pug your girlfriend?"
"What?" he laughed, "Her? What made you think of that?"
"You sure seem cozy with her yesterday!" Christina looked around the corner and whispered to her selve "I wonder where this will take me."
"About that!" Draco said grabbing her shoulders turning her in the proper direction. " She saw you and her friends said the you where sitting with me and she flipped out," she thinks she my girlfriend but I and the whole school know better. Can we just say that, that never happened?"
"Fine,"
In no time they were in the Great Hall. They went there sepret ways. But NEVER took his eyes off of her. Christina went to sit infront of Hermione, on the side of the table were she could look up and see Draco. Christina bought three badges and she and Hermione became fast friends. They talked about everything. Christina went to her classes. All went well until Potions. When she asked if she could sit next to Neville he just nodded and halfway throught making Babbleing Beverages when she asked if he would walk her to Herblogy he snapped, "Why don't you ask Malfoy?"
"What?" she asked putting a pinch of shrivelfig into her cauldron, "No, no Neville thats to much!" She lowered his hand (that was about to pour exceseive amounts of powdered frog liver into his cualdron) with hers. His hands were warm and welcoming.
"Whatever! I'll walk with Seamus!" she said her eyes glowig with anger,she thought that they were friends. Now he's blowing her off. What a first day.
The bell rang and she did what she said she was going to do. She found Seamus and they walked to Herbology he was extatic. He offered to help her prune flutterby bushes too. She didn't need his help but she accepted. She could tell Neville was pissed.
That afternoon she and everyone else in her common room had a speacial class. For Quidditch. She walked onto the pitch for some reson she felt at home here. She leaned on her Firebolt while Ron raved on and on about how it was so unfair that Professor Flitwick gave them honework on the first day.
Oliver Wood walked onto the Pitch.
"Hello, You all should know me. But for those who don't my name is Oliver Wood. Now why don't we get into the air and you all can answer a few questions."
In a few minutes they were in the air. Oliver had made up a studying game that was actually kind of fun. Oliver would ask a question then he would throw the Quaffle to a random person. The person got the right answer they got to chose who was going to get the next question.
"Chrisitna Tell me every thing you know about the Golden Snitch and it history." When Sheamus had thrown the Quaffle to her.
"Umm . . Ok well the snitch started around1262 when the Cheif of Wizards' Barberus Bragge brought a caged snidget to a Quidditch match and told the team that whoever caught the little snidget during the course of the game he would give them one undred and fiftey galleons. Now, when the seeker catches the snitch they one hundred and fifty points to the game."
"Very, very good. Now for an anouncment. You see the Ministry has put out a new law saying that anyone who owns a broom needs to get there Flying license. You be doing that thursday. Ludo Bagman will be here to give you your licenses. But only you will be getting them all of the other students have to wait until they graduate. Great now for homework! Pick your favorite national team and write a foot long essay on their statics, backround on the current players, and anything else you can dig up. Christina which team do you pick?"
"Holyhead Harpies." she said without hesitation.
"Chudley Canons." said Ron flashing his hat at Wood.
"What about you Harry?" Wood asked.
"How about Puddlemere United!"
"I'll do the Kenmare Krestrals," Seamus said loudly.
The rest rattled off what they were going to right their reports on, Dean doing his on the Appleby Arrows, Neville on the Montrose Magpies. Colin doing the Wimbourne Wasps. It all ended with Draco picking the Falmouth Falcons, for obvious reasons.
"Who ever has the best essay will get to spend a day with the chosen teams captian. Plus you get a grade!"
The bell rang and they all dismounted. Christina found wood hanging all of their brooms up in his office.
"Professor, why are you teaching here? I thought you were a keeper for Puddlemere United. Why'd you quit?"
"I got banned from the team. For foul play. Luckily I wasn't banned from Quidditch all together."
"Oh. well I'll be seeing you!" Christina said backing away.
"I guess you will. See you next thursday."
Christina now knew the grounds quite fairly well. So she made off to the castle , by herslef. All of the boys had gone a head except Malfoy and Neville. It was a long walk from the Quidditch pitch.Halfway there a couple of first year girls rush by her, well rush into her. They obviously wanted to see Oliver before dinner in half an hour. They accidently broke her bag and all of the contents of her backpack srewed across the coblestone path. She silently cursed to her self. Picking up her stuffed a dark figure walked in front of her. It was Malfoy agian.
"I think you dropped this," he said handing her a glossy green book. with a talon for a lock. On the front, on the top it read: ALL ABOUT ME, then on the bottom it read: ANASTAsIA MARINA CHRISTINA HONEYWELL, both in gold lettering.
"Thanks" she pulled out her wand, repared her backpack and took the book from Malfoy's cold hands.
"So your name isn't Christina, huh?" she finnished putting her things into her bag.
"What?"
"Your book thingy says that your real name is Anastasia."
"So?" She started to walk away from him. She knew Neville was behind them and she did want him to be getting anymore stupid ideas.
"I like it. It's pretty," he said following.
"You think I'm pretty. Wow, I never thought I'd see the day. You know I've read up on you. Your not the pretty boy you put out to be. Your family has a rep."
"Well, then let me prove to you that I'm not like that," he said walking infront of her, well walking backwards infront of her.
"What do you have in mind?" she asked.
"Well, you could come to Hogsmead with me."
"What about your lovely little Pansy?"
"That little whore? Why would I care about her?"
"You sure seem to care when you where snogging her on the train." eyes flaring Christina/Anastasia turned the corner.
"I thought that we agree that, that never happened."
"Well, it did. Fine, listen I'll go to Hogsmead with you. If you promise to stop creeping up on me like that."
"I don't make promises that I can't keep."
"Whatever, go to Hogsmead by yourself."
"No, wait. Okay Ill stop."
"Good, its a deal then?"
"Deal!" They shook hands, shivers shot down Christina's spine. While Malfoy felt all worm and happy inside.
He watched her walked into the Great Hall sitting next to the Mudblood. He put his hand into his pocket and pulled out a glossy green book. The key to his plan. The jinx he put on the real diary would automatically transfer whatever was written in the real diary to the fake one. It was like reading her mind. He cramed the diary back into his pocket and went to go sit by Goyle.
Christina couldn't beilve that she and Hermione had so much in common. They once again didn't just talk about SPEW but about other things too. Dinner when by rather fast. And so did the next day. Before she knew it Christina was at her desk singing quietly to herself while other people talked and played chess and did other stuff.
Neville come up to her just as she was putting the finnishing touches on her two days worth of homework.
"I just wanted to say that Im sorry for being a jerk in Potions the other day."
"Oh, no problem."
"Well, okay. Do you want to be my partner tommorrow?"
"I would love that!"
"Okay well, see you."
She packed up her stuff and walked to towering stiars. Malfoy opened his door.
"Goodnight," said Christina.
"Goodnight, Anastasia." he said with a dark grin.
"Only you can call me that and not infront of people, got it?"
"Okay," he said putting his hands up in the air slightly and then putting them in his pockets. He looked her up and odwn. He knew that deep down inside that she wanted him. But Longbottom was her best freined. And he knew that the only reason that she was so rude to him was because, even though it didn't look like it, Longbottom had a nasty temper. Malfoy was happy by this it would be harder to get her to show her true feelings.
Christina walked up tp her room. To find a surprise. A (wizard's) dozen of white roses were hanging from th e canopy directy over pillow. The note read: A evelasting rose to smell a sweet as the lovely girl they are for. Perched on the chair nexted to her bed was a snowy owl. At first. she thought that it was waiting for a reply. But it was not. the second not which hung around it's next on a white ribbon a long with a crystal bell.
This note read: For the girl of my dreams, I give the bird of hers. The bell around this lovely bird's neck should always remind this girl of her crystal eyes and beautiful tinkling laugh. This owl's name is Trinity for I should admire you for all eternity.
She got changed and lay in bed watching a peaceful Trinity sleep. Soon she drifted into the land of sleep and dreamt of one person, Malfoy. Even though she knew she shouldn't.