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A/N: I want to thank those who have reviewed.
"So, how was quidditch practice?" inquired Lucio as Crystal and Malya rejoined him for lunch.
"It was great, you should have seen Draco," smiled Malya. "He practiced the whole time with his hood over his spotted hair."
"I still say that that was a rotten thing to do," said Crystal, shaking her head. "It really affected his playing."
"Look, I said I was sorry, to you and to Draco, but you still won't leave me alone. I promise that I will never do that again."
"Alright then," nodded Crystal.
"I wish I could have seen it, though," smiled Lucio, as he imagined a very angry Draco flying through the air, trying desperately to keep his hood over his hair.
"I honestly wouldn't blame him if he unplugged your alarm clock again," said Crystal.
"Nah, he's done that twice before, do you think he'd be so dumb as to try and do it again?" asked Malya as she drank some of her pumpkin juice.
"By the way, any of you got a date for the Halloween dance coming up next weekend?" asked Lucio.
"No," muttered Crystal and Malya in unison.
"Good, I need one of you to be my date," said Lucio.
"I'll go with you, Lucifer," said Crystal. "That'll save me the hassle of trying to avoid that excited little hamster, Colin Creevy. He's had a flipping crush on me since our second year here. At first, I thought it was that silly little first year crush thing, like Ginny used to have on Harry. But that hyper kid just won't stop with the pictures that he takes and everything else that he sends me. It's really quite annoying."
"You say kid like you're so much older than he is," said Lucio. Then, turning to Malya, "How about you? What are you going to do for a date?"
"I probably won't go," said Malya.
"What?" exclaimed Lucio and Crystal at the same time.
"Not go where?" asked Grace as she came up to the Slytherin table.
"She says that she's not going to the Halloween dance," said Lucio accusingly.
"But you have to go," said Grace. "Why don't you want to go?"
"Just, because," said Malya. "For one thing, I don't have a date. And for another thing, I'm not a good dancer."
"How about this," said Grace. "I'll find you a date and Carmen will teach you how to dance."
"She likes to dirty dance and I don't think I could pull that off," said Malya honestly.
"Sure you can," said Carmen, coming up behind her. "You've got those Latina hips, so you should do fine. I'll meet you in your room in an hour and I'll bring some music. Be there or be square." She left before Malya could protest further.
"Don't worry," smiled Grace. "She knows what she's doing. Now, to find you a date." She trailed off as she began walking around the Great Hall.
"I hope she doesn't pick out some freak," sighed Malya.
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Malya began to walk back to the common room in which she hated most, owing to the fact that she knew she would have to face Draco again. She wondered, yet also feared, what little surprises Draco had in store for her next, now that she had pulled a stupid stunt like that red hair dye and red toothpaste stunt.
As she made her way down the long corridor that separated the other common rooms and the one that she and Draco inhabited, the lights suddenly went out, causing Malya to let out a short scream. She became frightened as she searched desperately for a wall to feel.
"H-Hello?" she called. When she finally felt the wall, she put her back against it. She found it impossible to adjust her eyes to the darkness. "Is anyone there?" she called. There was no answer. Then, there were footsteps heard. This frightened her a great deal.
"Is that you, Carmen?" she called. But the person did not answer. He, or she, just kept on getting closer and closer until the footsteps stopped, right in front of the scared Malya. She suddenly felt the presence of the intruder right in front of her. She could also feel the hot, sticky breath that blew in her face. To her, it smelt of too many fire-whiskies.
"Wh-who are you?" she managed to squeak out. But there was no answer. Instead, a gloved hand came up and grabbed her by the throat, threatening to squeeze the very life out of her. Try as she might, she couldn't wrench the hand from her throat, let alone call out for help. She grasped desperately at the gloved hand, and then into the air, hoping to find some face she could claw at. Since the man, she could only assume it was a man by the strength he showed and the muscles she could feel on the forceps, had picked her up and kept her against the wall, she began to kick furiously.
"Now, you shall die," hissed the man. Malya could feel a strange dizziness. It felt as if she were having the life sucked out of her. Was this a dementor, she thought? No, it couldn't be, because she wasn't carrying any of the symptoms that came along with a dementor attack. Her vision became fuzzy, and just before she fell into unconsciousness, she could hear the distant voice of an all too familiar git yell, "Protrificus Totalous!" The arm that held her let go, and Malya fell to the floor. She didn't stay awake long enough to see her attacker become immobilized.
A/N: I want to thank those who have reviewed.
"So, how was quidditch practice?" inquired Lucio as Crystal and Malya rejoined him for lunch.
"It was great, you should have seen Draco," smiled Malya. "He practiced the whole time with his hood over his spotted hair."
"I still say that that was a rotten thing to do," said Crystal, shaking her head. "It really affected his playing."
"Look, I said I was sorry, to you and to Draco, but you still won't leave me alone. I promise that I will never do that again."
"Alright then," nodded Crystal.
"I wish I could have seen it, though," smiled Lucio, as he imagined a very angry Draco flying through the air, trying desperately to keep his hood over his hair.
"I honestly wouldn't blame him if he unplugged your alarm clock again," said Crystal.
"Nah, he's done that twice before, do you think he'd be so dumb as to try and do it again?" asked Malya as she drank some of her pumpkin juice.
"By the way, any of you got a date for the Halloween dance coming up next weekend?" asked Lucio.
"No," muttered Crystal and Malya in unison.
"Good, I need one of you to be my date," said Lucio.
"I'll go with you, Lucifer," said Crystal. "That'll save me the hassle of trying to avoid that excited little hamster, Colin Creevy. He's had a flipping crush on me since our second year here. At first, I thought it was that silly little first year crush thing, like Ginny used to have on Harry. But that hyper kid just won't stop with the pictures that he takes and everything else that he sends me. It's really quite annoying."
"You say kid like you're so much older than he is," said Lucio. Then, turning to Malya, "How about you? What are you going to do for a date?"
"I probably won't go," said Malya.
"What?" exclaimed Lucio and Crystal at the same time.
"Not go where?" asked Grace as she came up to the Slytherin table.
"She says that she's not going to the Halloween dance," said Lucio accusingly.
"But you have to go," said Grace. "Why don't you want to go?"
"Just, because," said Malya. "For one thing, I don't have a date. And for another thing, I'm not a good dancer."
"How about this," said Grace. "I'll find you a date and Carmen will teach you how to dance."
"She likes to dirty dance and I don't think I could pull that off," said Malya honestly.
"Sure you can," said Carmen, coming up behind her. "You've got those Latina hips, so you should do fine. I'll meet you in your room in an hour and I'll bring some music. Be there or be square." She left before Malya could protest further.
"Don't worry," smiled Grace. "She knows what she's doing. Now, to find you a date." She trailed off as she began walking around the Great Hall.
"I hope she doesn't pick out some freak," sighed Malya.
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Malya began to walk back to the common room in which she hated most, owing to the fact that she knew she would have to face Draco again. She wondered, yet also feared, what little surprises Draco had in store for her next, now that she had pulled a stupid stunt like that red hair dye and red toothpaste stunt.
As she made her way down the long corridor that separated the other common rooms and the one that she and Draco inhabited, the lights suddenly went out, causing Malya to let out a short scream. She became frightened as she searched desperately for a wall to feel.
"H-Hello?" she called. When she finally felt the wall, she put her back against it. She found it impossible to adjust her eyes to the darkness. "Is anyone there?" she called. There was no answer. Then, there were footsteps heard. This frightened her a great deal.
"Is that you, Carmen?" she called. But the person did not answer. He, or she, just kept on getting closer and closer until the footsteps stopped, right in front of the scared Malya. She suddenly felt the presence of the intruder right in front of her. She could also feel the hot, sticky breath that blew in her face. To her, it smelt of too many fire-whiskies.
"Wh-who are you?" she managed to squeak out. But there was no answer. Instead, a gloved hand came up and grabbed her by the throat, threatening to squeeze the very life out of her. Try as she might, she couldn't wrench the hand from her throat, let alone call out for help. She grasped desperately at the gloved hand, and then into the air, hoping to find some face she could claw at. Since the man, she could only assume it was a man by the strength he showed and the muscles she could feel on the forceps, had picked her up and kept her against the wall, she began to kick furiously.
"Now, you shall die," hissed the man. Malya could feel a strange dizziness. It felt as if she were having the life sucked out of her. Was this a dementor, she thought? No, it couldn't be, because she wasn't carrying any of the symptoms that came along with a dementor attack. Her vision became fuzzy, and just before she fell into unconsciousness, she could hear the distant voice of an all too familiar git yell, "Protrificus Totalous!" The arm that held her let go, and Malya fell to the floor. She didn't stay awake long enough to see her attacker become immobilized.