Lol and I'm loving the review, Anasazi and Laura.
Tehehe I'm not innocent when it comes to thoughts (trust me) but I've never drank, smoked, or did drugs.(Blame going to Catholic School). As for the jello shots hehehe my sister used to be a bartender and I just happened to be looking up online different shots and cocktails. So I'm bad but good. Lol. My friend Paige wanted to be in the story so she said I could make her a bitch if I added her. Oh and I did work on my homework somewhat. Lol. AHHH I had such an amazing time at the beach today! (For the first time there were so many hot guys I couldn't even count…specially those way cute surfers.)I'm going again on Monday. Anyways, here's the next chap!
Chapter 4: "On the way"
"I have your stuff." Mrs. Weasley said, opening the door and waking her up. "Owls came early this morning and I had to rush to buy everyone's things."
"T-thanks." Helen yawned. She went to the bathroom to get ready. She was looking in the mirror, fixing her hair.
Crack.
Harry appeared. "Uh oh."
Crack.
He was gone.
"Harry Potter!" Helen scolded; apparating into his room. "You haven't taken the test yet! You aren't supposed to apparate."
"Well, you and Ron and Hermione can…and I didn't want to be the only one who couldn't."
"You aren't! Ginny d—"
"And you're one to talk! You unregistered Animagus!"
Helen stared, dumbfounded at Harry.
"H-how did you know?"
"I saw you transform. You looked like one of those ancient Egyptian cats with the eyes and all."
Helen bit her lip. She hadn't mastered the art of transforming yet; she still walked on all fours for a few minutes after every time she transformed back into human state.
"You don't tell, I don't tell," she heard herself say.
"Deal."
Helen noticed a letter in Harry's hand.
"You made Quidditch Captain."
"Yeah and Hermione's Head Girl."
"I wonder who Head Boy is…"
*A/n: Okay the reason Harry is Quidditch Captain is because he's the best on the team and he's been on the team longest and besides…the poor guy wasn't a prefect or head boy either so I had to make him something! It would have been interesting to make Ron captain though…
Okay now the reason Harry isn't head boy is because I figured Head Boys had to follow rules, have excellent grades, and have already been prefect. That rules Harry out but poor Ron is only lacking the grades part. It would have been interesting if Ron was Quidditch Captain AND Head Boy…how would Harry have taken THAT news…
Oh, and Hermione was the obvious choice for Head Girl and wouldn't it be fishy if both Head Girl AND head boy were both Gryffindors? See! I've got my reasons for everything!
Helen and Harry went downstairs for breakfast and had some oatmeal—"I'm going to miss American foods." Ron sighed.—the house was in pandemonium with five teens rushing to get their things together, into the Knight Bus, to King's Cross Station, and into the train. Harry and Helen had their own compartment this time because Ginny went in her new boyfriend's one (yeah, she got bored with Dean) while Ron and Hermione went to their separate carriage.
*A/n: I'm in a good mood. It's 9: 13 p.m. right now and I'm already starting to yawn! Yeah I thought I'd share. He he.
"Our last year, eh." Harry spoke, somewhat unhappily.
"It doesn't feel like it though, especially for me since technically I'm supposed to be in sixth year and the fact that I transferred here only a year ago."
Harry had forgotten that Helen was barely sixteen…man, you'd never tell by looking at her. When he'd first seen her he thought she was eighteen—with a bod like that—
"Uh…you okay there?" Helen said in an odd, strangled sort of voice that sounded like she was trying not to laugh. "You're um…drooling."
Harry blushed and quickly wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Were you thinking about Hermione or something…?" Helen laughed. Noticing the look on his face her eyes got wide. Harry hoped she hadn't used Legillimency. There was an awkward silence that was broken by Neville and Luna entering their compartment.
*A/n: Hahaha that part makes me laugh.
"God, it's N.E.W.T. year." Neville groaned. "If you think about it…this is about a million times worse than O.W.L.s."
"Well, that would make sense. You'd think it would be called Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests for a reason…" Luna said from behind the Quibbler.
*A/n: It IS called Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests right? I don't feel like looking it up now. If it's wrong then I apologize. Oh, and is Legillimency spelled that way or is it Legilimency with one L?
"Oh, and good job, making Quidditch Captain, Harry."
And that's when the boys started talking about Quidditch and some other things but Helen zoned out completely. She was so tired from jet lag—plane lag rather—and she couldn't remember the last time she'd had a decent night's sleep.
They bought some things from the trolley and pigged out on that before Ron and Hermione came in, not looking happy at all.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked immediately.
"Guess who Head Boy is."
"No—"
"Yeah—"
"NO!"
"Who?" Luna asked.
"Malfoy." Ron growled through gritted teeth.
"For once I don't agree with Dumbledore on this one." Hermione frowned. "Malfoy has been abusing his position since he got his badge. It should have gone to you or Ron…or someone else besides a Slytherin."
*A/n: 9:48. Hey and to all the Draco-haters…don't hate me for making Draco Head boy! I've got my reasons! It will go with the plot…trust me! Omg I just realized my parents have been talking to me the past five minutes…whoops. Man I'm tired. I'm listening to Iranian music to try and keep myself awake. Why Iranian? I don't know. I just found a site and clicked on it and yeah…
"Well…as far as the teachers know…he follows school rules, has good grades, and was prefect before." Helen reasoned.
"I KNOW you did not just defend Malfoy." Ron shouted.
"Now, c'mon…"
"Malfoy is a loser! Scum! His father is a filthy death eater! Need we remind you those types of people killed your parents…"
"I GOT IT alright!" Helen snapped. Ron went a bit pink. He hadn't meant to mention her parents.
"I'm sorry."
"Look…all I'm saying is…maybe Alby picked him to make sure people wouldn't think he was favoring Gryffindors or something. I don't know."
"He could have picked a Hufflepuff or a Ravenclaw."
"I don't know." Helen sighed, yawned, and laid her head on Ron's shoulder. "I'm too tired to think right now."
"You alright?" Ron asked, concerned. He felt her forehead. "You might have fever."
"I'm fine. I just need some rest. That's all."
"It's not Salucidi is it?"
"No, they found a cure for it. Salucidi isn't a problem anymore."
She laid her head on Ron's lap. It hadn't occurred to her that this was a pretty forward type thing to do…
"What the hell."
Helen's eyes flew open. She saw Draco staring at her with a surprised look on his face but he quickly recovered himself.
"Having fun, Weasel."
As soon as Helen moved, Ron jumped up.
"Go spread your evil somewhere else."
"Back off, Potter, I wasn't talking to you!" Draco snarled. "See my badge?" he asked, pointing at his chest, but Helen wasn't paying attention to a stupid badge, not when there were other parts of him to stare at, his eyes, for instance (which seemed to be an odder mix of grey and blue) or his face, (which had an older, more defined jaw) and better yet…his body. Draco must have grown at least four inches and his shoulders were slightly broader (not usual for a seeker)…it was amazing what Quidditch could do for a guy.
"Things are going to change this year, Potter." Draco said quietly, in a low malicious tone (did I mention his voice got deeper?) "If you thought last year was bad, it's only getting started."
"How's that?" Hermione pressed.
"Haven't your parents taught you that it's rude to speak or be seen in the presence of a pureblood? Better yet, it's bad manners for you to even exist."
"Draco!" Helen shouted but was distracted by Ron, Harry, Hermione, Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle simultaneously whipping out their wands but before anyone could muster a curse; their wands flew out of their hands.
"Now, now, we wouldn't want any fighting going on without us!"
"Do us a favor, Paige and drop dead."
"You aren't playing nicely." Paige's slutty sidekick (Nicki) said, wagging her finger at Helen.
"And who is this sexy creature?" Paige inquired, giving Draco the up/down (checking him out).
"Draco Malfoy," he said, raising an eyebrow. "Why haven't I seen you before?"
"We're transfers from Salem too, just like our buddy Helen here." Nicki mocked, putting her arm around Helen's shoulder.
"Get off." Helen said warningly, pushing Nicki's arm away.
"Geeze, you freak at the slightest touch. No wonder Kevin had to get some booty elsewhere."
BAM!
No one really knew how it happened; one minute Nicki was standing there, the next minute there was a screaming thing on the floor with a bloody, scratched face getting severely hurt by Helen who seemed to be attempting to gauge Nicki's eyes out.
*A/n: Brutal, eh?
"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?" Paige screamed at Helen before helping Nicki up, and running out of the compartment with her. Helen's breathing started to return back to normal but her bad mood remained.
"Damn, Ron, I'm not going to attack anyone. You can let go now." Helen said, turning around, but it hadn't been Ron holding her by the waist.
"How insulting! You thought I was Weasley!" Draco pouted, clearly offended. "Well now it's been lovely chatting," he said, picking up his wand from the pile on the floor, "but I've got duties I need to attend to, oh and remember my warning…watch your back Potter!"
And so the very hot Prince of Evil left with his two cronies.
"What did that girl say about Kevin?" Harry asked.
"He and Bianca had a little shag down."
They stared open-mouthed.
"When did it happen?"
"If you don't mind, I'd rather not talk about it right now."
They nodded and left her alone.
One hour later the train came to a stop. Helen sat inside the thestral-pulled carriage with Harry, Neville, and Luna without saying a word.
"You alright, there?" Harry asked; his expression etched with concern. She smiled faintly. Helen was lost in thought throughout the sorting ceremony (with the exception of letting out a growl when Paige was sorted into Slytherin and Nicki, into Ravenclaw). She did smile briefly when Dumbledore announced that Mrs. Baker was their new defense against the dark arts teacher. Dinner went by and she numbly nodded her "okay's and "uh huh's when conversation was thrown at her. She vaguely realized she was eating her soup with a fork.
*A/n: I'd add a sorting song but my brain's frozen.
The students all started to troop to their common rooms except Helen who went to Dumbledore's office as he instructed.
"Alby," Helen started.
"I notice you call me that nickname again." He said smiling.
"I'm sorry about what happened over the summer." Helen paused, "speaking of summer…what was that limestone thing in my house?"
"It's nothing for you to worry about at the present time. It's just another ancient artifact that belonged to your ancestors."
"Yeah, another artifact Sacred Keepers guard, which means that sooner or later I'm going to be involved, so can you please just make this simple for once and just tell me what's going on? Voldemort is killing muggles everyday! It's only a matter of time before he starts wizard killings and I want to be ready for once!"
"Listen, don't worry about it. Just concentrate on studying as hard as you can—"
"Alby why won't you just tell me!"
"—and I also what you to—"
"Useless." Helen muttered, walking out of the office, and slamming the door.
Why couldn't Dumbledore see that keeping information from her was only going to cause problems in the future? Well fine! If he was going to keep things from her then she'd have to resort to drastic measures to find out what she needed to know.
~*~
Helen rounded the corner and smacked into Paige.
"Clumsy bitch," Paige growled, "If I wasn't in such a good mood I'd have beaten the shit out of you by now."
"You? In a good mood? Well there are two words you've never heard strung together!"
"Getting ready for a good fuck does that."
"Who's the unlucky-soon-to-have-HIV guy?"
"Why do you care?"
"Just wondering who would be so desperate as to get with you."
"Desperate? Please! What guy could resist me? Well, speak of the sex god!"
Helen turned to see who Paige was grinning at.
"You behaving yourself, Paige?" Draco asked. Paige looked with satisfaction at the stunned look on Helen's face.
"What? You've never seen a real man before, Helen?" Paige laughed, gleeful of Helen's expression. Helen couldn't even find the words to speak.
"Let's get busy." Paige whispered in Draco's ear, steering him in the direction of Slytherin Common Room.
Why did this scene seem so terribly wrong to her? Paige didn't deserve Draco!
"Deserve Draco?" A small part of her brain questioned.
Since when had she started thinking Draco was some sort of great catch? Aside from looking sexy, having good Quidditch skills, being pureblood, and having tons of money…what was so special about Draco Malfoy? He was arrogant, obnoxious, a Slytherin and THE SON OF A DEATH EATER!
"He's bad news so just FORGET ABOUT HIM!" she told herself.
But hadn't he helped her get out of that place when she was kidnapped? That had to account for something! And he was never mean to her either.
Helen shrugged thoughts of Draco out of her brain. She had more important things to worry about…like finding the information she needed on that limestone thing. For that…she'd have to take a little trip to the restricted section in the library.
Just not tonight.
*A/n: Okay I'm ending chap 4 here.