CHAPTER FOUR
As it happened, Georgia hadn't gone to Harry Potter's cabin at all; instead she had taken Draco's dirty clothes to the laundry-mat for a little revenge. Georgia had decided that if Draco was going to be lazy and expect her to wash his clothes, she would, but he couldn't complain about the way it was done. Pushing open the heavy laundry-mat door, Georgia greeted Mr Basheer, the owner.
"Afternoon Mr Basheer!"
The old man looked up from the black and white newspaper and smiled before returning to the article he was reading. Georgia causally walked past his position behind the front desk, selecting two washing detergents from the shelf. They were practically full. Taking the washing basket and the washing powders down to the last machine in the shop, Georgia tipped in the clothes.
Now was her chance for revenge. Carefully, Georgia took the first detergent, a particularly itchy one that none of the members of the Kedron community was fond of, and let her hand slip, causing the entire contents to fall into the machine. She repeated the exercise with the second detergent and allowed the machine cycle to begin.
It only took forty-five minutes. Mr Basheer, who happened to be an elderly wizard, magically dried and folded away Draco's clothes into the washing basket. He gave Georgia a suspicious look as the clothes made sounds similar to breaking straw as they folded but Georgia pretended not to notice and thanked the man before skipping out the door. On the way back to her cabin, Georgia could feel herself cheering up already.
When Georgia returned, Draco was busy munching away at a sandwich that he had no doubt conjured up. He didn't even look up as she entered through the front door.
"Potter was here, I told him you weren't." was all he said, and Georgia noticed that he looked a little tense.
"I've got your washing here." She said and, at this, Draco leapt up.
"It's about time! I've been wanting this shirt for ages." And without so much as a thankyou, Draco snatched up the shirt and a pair of jeans and headed for his room to change.
For once, Georgia didn't complain but smiled mischievously at his retreating back. It didn't take long for Georgia to discover if her plan had worked. Draco came stomping out of his room a minute later, the shirt and jeans on, walking stiffly. His face was contorted with anger.
"What the hell have you done to my clothes?" he screeched, pulling at the material and scratching at his arms and legs.
Georgia shrugged.
"I accidentally spilt too much pf that itchy washing powder that everyone hates into the machine. I thought I could even it out with some starch? Didn't it work?" she asked innocently.
"No it did not bloody-well work! My clothes have gone all stiff and itchy." Draco yelled angrily.
"Opps!" Georgia shrugged again, "I guess you should do your own laundry from now on."
Draco stopped scratching at his torso and straightened up. Georgia sucked in her breath as the look of hate grew on Draco's facial features. Georgia hadn't expected him to react like this. It had only meant to be a joke... honest.
"You did this on purpose!" Draco growled, taking a step towards Georgia, "I'll get you back, just you wait! You'll wish you hadn't ever come here."
Draco was beginning to frighten Georgia, acting as though he would kill her over a tiny little prank that didn't seem so amusing anymore. As Draco let out another growl, Georgia turned on her heel and fled.
X
Georgia had waited until the last possible moment before returning home. Now it was dark and the entire Kedron community had said goodnight and were sleeping peacefully in their beds. Georgia only hoped that Draco had taken himself off to bed as well, to cool off.
Georgia took a deep breath, trying to calm herself before going inside. She didn't want to give Draco another reason to be angry again. Slowly, she grabbed the cabin door handle and turned. It didn't budge. The door was locked. Georgia tried again. No, it was definitely locked.
Oh no, Georgia thought, I'm locked out and everyone else has gone off to bed. What am I going to do?
Then it hit her. Georgia was outside without a key to get in while Draco was inside probably laughing hysterically at her predicament.
"DRACO MALFO! OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR RIGHT THIS INSTANT!" Georgia yelled, banging her fists on the door.
A laughing head popped up in the window next to the door. When Georgia got into that cabin, she was SO going to give Draco a piece of her mind.
"Sorry, I can't. Twenty-four hour sealment charm. No one will be able to get into this cabin until morning." Draco laughed through the window.
Georgia smacked the glass where Draco was standing causing Draco to laugh harder as he drew the curtains. Georgia would be stuck outside until morning. All night in the cold, having to lie on the hard floor while she frightened herself into not sleeping with her vivid imagination of forest animals and wild beasts.
Great. This was just bloody great!
X
The next morning, Georgia who had finally fallen asleep sometime in the wee hours of the morning, woke to someone poking her with a stick. It was Draco. Georgia groaned as she remembered where she was. After giving up trying to get into the cabin the night before, Georgia had curled herself into a ball on the welcome mat at the front door. Her neck was now stiff and she was freezing.
"I hate you so much right now." Georgia moaned as she got to her feet and pushed past Draco into the cabin.
"The feeling is mutual." Draco replied.
Georgia went into her room and pulled her blanket off the bed and wrapped it around her shoulders before sitting on the lounge. Her teeth were still chattering and she could feel a flu coming on. Draco was watching television and snickered as Georgia stretched out on the lounge, resting her head on a pillow.
"I told you I would get you back." He said without the slightest trace of amusement.
"Don't talk to me, I'm trying not to kill you." Georgia grunted, sticking her head under the pillow so she wouldn't have to look at him.
X
The entire Kedron community somehow managed to find out about Draco's prank that same day. Georgia was bombarded with suggestions on how she could best get him back and offers to kill him for her.
"Just give me five minutes with him, that's all I need." Ron Weasley offered, cracking his knuckles menacingly.
Georgia didn't need their advice or want to take up their offers of a crude and violent end to Draco Malfoy. Her retaliation to his stunt had already been orchestrated.
When Draco had left that morning to re-wash his clothes, Georgia had snuck into his room and, after much scrounging around, found his wand and took it. Georgia could already picture Draco's reaction when he discovered his most valuable and useful possession he owned was missing.
Georgia didn't plan on giving back the wand either, at least not until the end of the year. For the remainder of the time, Draco's wand would be hidden in a secret gap Georgia had found under the row of cabins. The wand was safe there and nobody would ever think to look even near it. Georgia confided her secret to one person only, Hermonie Granger. Georgia knew Hermonie's hate for Draco ran deeper than her own so the secret was safe with her.
Draco discovered his wand was missing at lunch. When he went to his room, the wand wasn't there. Draco searched his entire room and half the cabin but came up empty handed. He knew Georgia had a hand in this and Draco cornered her while she was eating outside on a park bench.
Georgia had seen Draco coming, bearing down on her like a steam train. She braced herself for the fireworks that would no doubt complete the package.
"What have you done with my wand?" Draco demanded when he reached her.
"Your wand?" Georgia repeated innocently.
"Yes, my wand!" Draco said.
"Is it long and shiny? Looks a bit like a thick twig and is polished to the point that you can see you own reflection in it?" Georgia asked playfully.
"That would be the one." Draco replied sarcastically.
"Haven't seen it then, sorry."
Draco bashed his hand down on the table angrily and Georgia put down the fork she was just about to load up with salad. Georgia stared up Draco defiantly, daring him to get angry with her again, and Draco stared back, trying to control his rage. A personal battle of determination ensued, each of them willing the other to look away first. Finally Draco spoke.
"Just-give-me-back-my-wand." He said, jaw clenched, hands balled up into tight fists.
"No can do because I don't have it." Georgia informed him.
Draco gave an almighty huff and stormed away, leaving Georgia in a fit of giggles.
As it happened, Georgia hadn't gone to Harry Potter's cabin at all; instead she had taken Draco's dirty clothes to the laundry-mat for a little revenge. Georgia had decided that if Draco was going to be lazy and expect her to wash his clothes, she would, but he couldn't complain about the way it was done. Pushing open the heavy laundry-mat door, Georgia greeted Mr Basheer, the owner.
"Afternoon Mr Basheer!"
The old man looked up from the black and white newspaper and smiled before returning to the article he was reading. Georgia causally walked past his position behind the front desk, selecting two washing detergents from the shelf. They were practically full. Taking the washing basket and the washing powders down to the last machine in the shop, Georgia tipped in the clothes.
Now was her chance for revenge. Carefully, Georgia took the first detergent, a particularly itchy one that none of the members of the Kedron community was fond of, and let her hand slip, causing the entire contents to fall into the machine. She repeated the exercise with the second detergent and allowed the machine cycle to begin.
It only took forty-five minutes. Mr Basheer, who happened to be an elderly wizard, magically dried and folded away Draco's clothes into the washing basket. He gave Georgia a suspicious look as the clothes made sounds similar to breaking straw as they folded but Georgia pretended not to notice and thanked the man before skipping out the door. On the way back to her cabin, Georgia could feel herself cheering up already.
When Georgia returned, Draco was busy munching away at a sandwich that he had no doubt conjured up. He didn't even look up as she entered through the front door.
"Potter was here, I told him you weren't." was all he said, and Georgia noticed that he looked a little tense.
"I've got your washing here." She said and, at this, Draco leapt up.
"It's about time! I've been wanting this shirt for ages." And without so much as a thankyou, Draco snatched up the shirt and a pair of jeans and headed for his room to change.
For once, Georgia didn't complain but smiled mischievously at his retreating back. It didn't take long for Georgia to discover if her plan had worked. Draco came stomping out of his room a minute later, the shirt and jeans on, walking stiffly. His face was contorted with anger.
"What the hell have you done to my clothes?" he screeched, pulling at the material and scratching at his arms and legs.
Georgia shrugged.
"I accidentally spilt too much pf that itchy washing powder that everyone hates into the machine. I thought I could even it out with some starch? Didn't it work?" she asked innocently.
"No it did not bloody-well work! My clothes have gone all stiff and itchy." Draco yelled angrily.
"Opps!" Georgia shrugged again, "I guess you should do your own laundry from now on."
Draco stopped scratching at his torso and straightened up. Georgia sucked in her breath as the look of hate grew on Draco's facial features. Georgia hadn't expected him to react like this. It had only meant to be a joke... honest.
"You did this on purpose!" Draco growled, taking a step towards Georgia, "I'll get you back, just you wait! You'll wish you hadn't ever come here."
Draco was beginning to frighten Georgia, acting as though he would kill her over a tiny little prank that didn't seem so amusing anymore. As Draco let out another growl, Georgia turned on her heel and fled.
X
Georgia had waited until the last possible moment before returning home. Now it was dark and the entire Kedron community had said goodnight and were sleeping peacefully in their beds. Georgia only hoped that Draco had taken himself off to bed as well, to cool off.
Georgia took a deep breath, trying to calm herself before going inside. She didn't want to give Draco another reason to be angry again. Slowly, she grabbed the cabin door handle and turned. It didn't budge. The door was locked. Georgia tried again. No, it was definitely locked.
Oh no, Georgia thought, I'm locked out and everyone else has gone off to bed. What am I going to do?
Then it hit her. Georgia was outside without a key to get in while Draco was inside probably laughing hysterically at her predicament.
"DRACO MALFO! OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR RIGHT THIS INSTANT!" Georgia yelled, banging her fists on the door.
A laughing head popped up in the window next to the door. When Georgia got into that cabin, she was SO going to give Draco a piece of her mind.
"Sorry, I can't. Twenty-four hour sealment charm. No one will be able to get into this cabin until morning." Draco laughed through the window.
Georgia smacked the glass where Draco was standing causing Draco to laugh harder as he drew the curtains. Georgia would be stuck outside until morning. All night in the cold, having to lie on the hard floor while she frightened herself into not sleeping with her vivid imagination of forest animals and wild beasts.
Great. This was just bloody great!
X
The next morning, Georgia who had finally fallen asleep sometime in the wee hours of the morning, woke to someone poking her with a stick. It was Draco. Georgia groaned as she remembered where she was. After giving up trying to get into the cabin the night before, Georgia had curled herself into a ball on the welcome mat at the front door. Her neck was now stiff and she was freezing.
"I hate you so much right now." Georgia moaned as she got to her feet and pushed past Draco into the cabin.
"The feeling is mutual." Draco replied.
Georgia went into her room and pulled her blanket off the bed and wrapped it around her shoulders before sitting on the lounge. Her teeth were still chattering and she could feel a flu coming on. Draco was watching television and snickered as Georgia stretched out on the lounge, resting her head on a pillow.
"I told you I would get you back." He said without the slightest trace of amusement.
"Don't talk to me, I'm trying not to kill you." Georgia grunted, sticking her head under the pillow so she wouldn't have to look at him.
X
The entire Kedron community somehow managed to find out about Draco's prank that same day. Georgia was bombarded with suggestions on how she could best get him back and offers to kill him for her.
"Just give me five minutes with him, that's all I need." Ron Weasley offered, cracking his knuckles menacingly.
Georgia didn't need their advice or want to take up their offers of a crude and violent end to Draco Malfoy. Her retaliation to his stunt had already been orchestrated.
When Draco had left that morning to re-wash his clothes, Georgia had snuck into his room and, after much scrounging around, found his wand and took it. Georgia could already picture Draco's reaction when he discovered his most valuable and useful possession he owned was missing.
Georgia didn't plan on giving back the wand either, at least not until the end of the year. For the remainder of the time, Draco's wand would be hidden in a secret gap Georgia had found under the row of cabins. The wand was safe there and nobody would ever think to look even near it. Georgia confided her secret to one person only, Hermonie Granger. Georgia knew Hermonie's hate for Draco ran deeper than her own so the secret was safe with her.
Draco discovered his wand was missing at lunch. When he went to his room, the wand wasn't there. Draco searched his entire room and half the cabin but came up empty handed. He knew Georgia had a hand in this and Draco cornered her while she was eating outside on a park bench.
Georgia had seen Draco coming, bearing down on her like a steam train. She braced herself for the fireworks that would no doubt complete the package.
"What have you done with my wand?" Draco demanded when he reached her.
"Your wand?" Georgia repeated innocently.
"Yes, my wand!" Draco said.
"Is it long and shiny? Looks a bit like a thick twig and is polished to the point that you can see you own reflection in it?" Georgia asked playfully.
"That would be the one." Draco replied sarcastically.
"Haven't seen it then, sorry."
Draco bashed his hand down on the table angrily and Georgia put down the fork she was just about to load up with salad. Georgia stared up Draco defiantly, daring him to get angry with her again, and Draco stared back, trying to control his rage. A personal battle of determination ensued, each of them willing the other to look away first. Finally Draco spoke.
"Just-give-me-back-my-wand." He said, jaw clenched, hands balled up into tight fists.
"No can do because I don't have it." Georgia informed him.
Draco gave an almighty huff and stormed away, leaving Georgia in a fit of giggles.