Secrets and Dirty Deeds
By the Barefoot Pianist
Chapter 18
A/N: I'm having doubts as to continuing this story! I mean, if I don't get any (or close to none, and believe me, I'm VERY appreciative of you wonderful people who do – thanks mate!) then how am I to know if I should keep going or not? So R&R please, if you like this story!!!
Detention…
"Do you have any idea how stupid your actions were?" Snape asked with a severe eye.
Carmen and Malfoy stood side by side in Snape's office, their hands behind their backs and looking solemnly at the ground. Neither of them answered his question.
Carmen had been in detention a few times before, and knowing how cold and boring it was to be told off for fifteen minutes by Snape in his dungeon, her brain involuntarily switched itself off letting her mind wonder to a far off land. She was thinking about an army of wolves when Snape interrupted her thoughts. "Are you listening to me, Miss Davies?"
"Huh," she blurted out, but then corrected herself, "Yes, sir." Snape eyed her and continued with his lecture. In the end, after a lot of long and complicated words, it came down to them doing detention the following afternoon for two hours.
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Depressive was a word one could describe the next afternoon. Both were locked up in Snape's dungeon, scrubbing off remnants of giraffe liver and such from the wooden cutting boards and other domestic chores – without magic. Malfoy had a hand scrubber in one hand, and a wooden chopping board in the other, and was scrubbing away under some running water, rather bad moodily. Carmen on the other hand, was stacking jars in a pyramid, having a ball of a time.
Malfoy saw this and rolled his eyes. "Don't do that, you'll get us into even more trouble if you break them."
Carmen raised an eye brow, and with a smirk, shifted the bottom jar slightly. Malfoy jerked forward, seeing the pyramid wobble. She couldn't help but laugh.
"La conasse," (stupid idiot) he mumbled to himself.
"Hmm? What was that?"
"You wouldn't understand if you don't know French," he said, feeling proud of his (very small) French background.
"Excuse-moi, est-ce que dit-tu que je ne sais pas le francais?" (Excuse me, are you saying that I don't know French?) Carmen looked at him determinedly, as Malfoy fought off surprise to think of a comeback.
"Ta gueule" (shut up) he said. "T'es bon pour t'appeller xelory que tu sais trop" (You're a crazy person who knows too much)
"Et le cerveau il etait en option chez toi, n'etait-ce pas?" (And the brain was optional for you, was it?) She said with a laugh.
"Je t'emmerde! Tu me prends la tête!" (Screw you! You're pissing me off!) Malfoy said, looking down and scrubbing away at a board.
"Hah, as-tu fini? Vous êtes aussi utilequ'un frein à main sur un canoë." (Hah, are you finished? You're as useful as a hand break on a canoe.)
"Le réalité et toi, vous ne vous entendez pas, n'est-ce pas?" (Reality and you don't get on, do they?) he looked up and gripped his scrubber.
"Regardez, si les cerveaux étaient de l'essence, tu ne serait pas suffisants pour faire tourner un kart de fourmis à l'intérieur d'un beignet." (Look, if brains were gasoline, you wouldn't have enough to run a piss ant's go-kart around the inside of a donut.)
Malfoy tried his best insult, hoping to be able to stump her in anyway, "Essaye cette manoeuvre: Prendre 50-60 pas en arrière. Prendre plusieurs souffles profonds. Sprinter en avant à toute vitesse. Faire un triple saut périlleux en l'air et disparaître dans ton propre cul." (Try this manoeuvre: take 50-60 paces backwards. Take several deep breaths. Sprint forward at full speed. Do a triple summersault though the air and disappear up your own ass.)
At this, Carmen was stumped and resorted to the last option possible – "fuck you"s.
"Vas te faire enculer!" (Fuck off!)
"Vas te faire baiser!"(Get fucked!)
"Vas te faire mettre!" (Fuck you!)
"Allez à l'enfers!" (Go to hell!)
"Argh! You are so annoying!" Carmen said at last, exasperated by the direction in which the conversation was going.
"ME?! I'm annoying? So tell me what you've been doing to me for the last… seven days?!"
"Uh… trying to get you to socialise?"
Malfoy threw his arms into the air and then went back to scrubbing the boards. But it was a good thing that Snape came in when he did, otherwise Malfoy would have scrubbed a whole right through the wood.
"Alright, time's up. Finish what you're doing now and you may pick up your wands from my office," Snape drawled.
Both of them dropped their things and headed straight out of the dungeon. Once outside and out of Snape's ear-shot, Malfoy commented, "Je m'étonne si c'est difficile trouver une robe plus odieuse qu'il même…" (I wonder if it was difficult for him to find a robe more obnoxious than himself…)
Carmen held back her giggles.
A/N: R&R please!
I guess a little French here and there never hurt anyone! French swearing is definitely an art. There's so many ways of just saying 'fuck you' and then, you can expand that into more elaborate sentences… or even paragraphs!
And I guess Malfoy isn't as dumb as I'd like to think he is. But he's not an ultra-graceful elf, reeking with Veela beauty or anything… just human. Like you. Like me. :)
This is just my opinion, being an ex-fan of Tom Felton, do you think that fame has gotten to him a little? I mean, he started off as a cute Brit, but then he sorta descended into being an Eminem protégée. Does anyone think that's a bit over-the-top? I mean, don't get me wrong, Eminem has my highest respect, but Tom is getting just a liiittle out of whack… especially in that recent photo shoot with his new hair cut and basket ball, looking all pro. Meh, I guess I'm just being cynical. I still like him, but not enough to keep on stalking him like I used to… hehe (the devil horns come out) Let me know what you think.