Chapter 8
The week passed by rather quickly. Virginia and Blaise avoided each other, even if it ment to fall on the floor and crawl into a nearby classroom; literally. Although, Amy was pleased to see Virginia like this, and Blaise of course, it became a little annoying. When she opened a random door, Blaise was there, hiding in a broomcloset; telling her to shut up and close the darn door.
Virginia was just hiding behind a secret passage she had found during her 'avoidation'. Amy was finding them in more and more random places. She found this all very funny. Draco was too thick to notice.
For once in her whole life, Amy was happy in the morning. Why? Because Virginia wasn't having a good morning. Amy was having such a good morning that she said the unpossible to Draco when he sat down at the table.
Amy inhaled deeply, this was a big step for her. She tugged on Draco's robes, he turned his head at her. She closed her eyes, everything went in slowmotion. She opened her mouth and stared at him for a moment before she finally moved her red lips.
"Good morning!" she chirped at him. Draco raised one of his blonde eyebrows, scoothed over from her a little and smiled back with a weird smile.
Amy did not noticed and happily drank her morning milk. Blaise seated opposite of her and poked his eggs with his fork. Amy visually brightened when she saw he also wasn't having a good morning. Amy fanned her face and took another deep breath.
She threw a mashed potato at him to get his attention. The mashed potato hit him in his eye and he fell of the bence. Amy's smile vanished and she crawled over the tafel only to see Blaise in a very strange position; his legs were over the bence while he leaned on the ground with his hands, the mashed potato soundlessly slipping over his face. Amy giggled and breathed in.
Her lips forming into a big broad smile before speaking. "Good morning-" Amy noticed something, "A morning Duder!" She sat back on her seat and kept het mouth shut for the rest of the morning.
Amy sat in the carriage and pulled Draco in with her, just because he was doing an awful lot of time to pull on his robes. Draco gave an undignified snort and sat back in the carriage as it drove them to Hogsmeade.
Amy smiled innocently as Draco was glaring at her. "What?" she asked. Draco grinned. "Slytherin," was his reply. Amy raised her eyebrows. "You bet I am."
They went to Hogsmeade in silence. When they arrived Draco got out first; Amy expected that he would hold the door like a real gentleman. However, Draco wasn't a gentleman, when Amy got out she got a door in her face, making her stumble back and fall in the carriage.
Draco sniggered at her stupidiness, but helped her out of it anyway.
"So, where are we going?" she asked, looking up at him. His eye caught the outside of the Three Broomsticks. "I know something," he grinned.
Draco grabbed Amy's hand; dragging her inside the Three Broomsticks. They searched for an empty booth, far back in the deserted corner. Amy took a seat; unconciesly thouching a part of Draco's body. Draco tensed immidiatly, Amy did not noticed and took a seat. Draco slowly sat opposite of her and tried to smile. Only 'trying' resembled as a croocked smile.
Amy frowned and smiled back at him. The waitress came to them and asked what they wanted. "I'll have a butterbeer Ma'am," Draco said gently. Amy found that Draco was maybe a little too gently to the waitress.
"I'll have a hot cup of black coffee," Amy almost snapped at her. The brunette smiled and left the booth.
Draco grinned at her and leaned back casually against the wall. "Jealous?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows at her. "Keep dreaming pal," she said with a smug smile.
Not soon did their orders arrived, a butterbeer for Draco and black coffee for Amy. Amy glared at the waitress as she left the booth and sipped her hot coffee. Draco took a sip of his butterbeer and observed Amy for a moment.
"Did you saw her doing it?" Amy asked suddenly. Draco, with the perverted mind of a teenager boy with hormones, thought something else when she said that. "As in doing it?" he asked her, his voice becomming a little dry.
Amy did not catch on what he meant, and that is saying something. Usually she was the one with the perverted mind. "Did you saw what she did to you?" she asked, more sternly.
Draco gulped, glanced down at his pants and nodded. Amy snorted, not catching the dilemma in front of her. "The nerve of her, winking at you," she said with dislike in her voice. He gulped again, beginning to feel a little crowded in his pants.
"I mean, here we are, girl and boy, and she just goes and winks at you!" Amy was gesturing with her hands, moving so fast she knocked over her hot coffee. Unfortunately it spilled on all over Draco's lap.
Draco yelped and closed his eyes. "Ooh," he moaned out, lifting his hips. Amy was leaning over and saw something else other than black. The white contrasted very oddly against the black. Amy blushed as she saw what he had done, she leaned back at super speed, her head as red as a tomato.
After Draco had recovered and opened his eyes, he looked down in his lap. Two pink dots on his cheeks appeared. He went pale and shifted on his spot. "I'll probably go and freshen up," he stuttered and quickly left the booth.
Amy sat there in silence. And suddenly she spoke out loud;
"What is it with boys and Duders?"
Draco ran into the nearest bathroom and quickly opened one of the doors; closing it behind him. He turned around, his zipper already open.
"AAAH!" Draco yelled in extream fear. Pansy Parkinson was sitting on the toilet, and her fingers were moving in a place that should not be in public. He hastily ran out of the booth and out of the bathroom. He glared at the door; 'Women' was spelled in bright gold.
He snorted and ran into the Men's bathroom. This has got to be the worst day of embarressment ever. Draco felt his jaw drop at the person who had his back turned to him, and was doing something with the wall.
Blaise was the only one there, besides him and was hitting it off with a hole in the wall. Draco was mentally scarred for ever, first he came, then Pansy was working her way to it and so it seemed with Blaise, his best bud.
"Merlin!" he cried out in frustration and left the bathroom. He walked to the booth were Amy was waiting. Amy's eyes almost buldge out when she saw that his zipper was open. Frankily, Draco did not cared and sneered at her.
"We're leaving," he said shortly. Amy couldn't take her eyes off it, her jaw wide open. "We are?" she said bluntly.
Draco sneered again and dragged her out of the booth by he arm. "Yes, we are," he said and glared at her before she could say otherwise.
Amy let him drag her out of the Three Broomsticks before telling him that his fly was open. "Um, this may not be the best time, but your fly is-" Amy swallowed when he stopped to glare at her. "open," she said in a tiny voice.
Draco shook his head. "I don't care, lets get out of here."
When they arrived at school, students were giving Draco an odd look. Well, he did had his fly open, and something white was all around it. Draco just gave them all a death glare; they almost peed their pants. Amy was having a hard time not to feel embarrased or laugh uncontrollable. She settled on just showing her very red face when walking next to Draco. He seemed to murder everyone by just flickering his eyelashes at them. It was scary.
The Slytherin common room wasn't far from them anymore. Amy let out a sigh of relief after that uncomfortable silence and entered the Slytherin common room. Draco didn't even said good bye and left to the boys dormitory. Amy looked around for someone but saw no one. She shrugged and left the room for the library; knowing Virginia would probably be there, the little bookwurm.
After some mindless wondering around the corridors of Hogwarts, Amy finally found the sign that said; Library. She had never been there before, why should she? It's not like she had to do homework, or was a complete nerd. She opened the large doors and spotted Virginia immidiately, with her long blonde hair falling into her face. Amy smiled, did not admire the large book shelfs and stomped towards Virginia, who was sitting there unexpectingly.
Amy quietly snook up behind Virginia, her fingers spread out like those of a tiger who was just about to attack its pray. Amy opened her mouth to scare the crap out of Virginia when her friend rose her finger up at super speed.
"Try it and I'll have you send to St. Mungo's in a minute, saying you've lost your brain. Pretty easy to prove, since you actually have very little brain," Virginia threatened Amy, her finger still daringly high in the air. She didn't even moved her eyes from the book she was reading. Amy huffed and sat down across Virginia.
Virginia didn't paid any attention to Amy, her interest was taken by the information the book had about Animagus people. She grinned inwardly when she saw Amy was shifting on her seat. The other blonde was fidgetting on her seat unpatiently and glaring at Virginia.
"Oh, I see, that's how you're going to act," she huffed, crossed her arms and turned her head the other way.
Virginia didn't even blink at her little outburst, she was reading the five sympthons to reconize an Animagus. She was very excited that the book said there was another book that told you how to become one. Amy glared at a Huffelpuf that fell over her feet.
Virginia knew this game, in about 10 seconds Amy would give up and spill all her inner secrets to her. Ah, the advantage of actually knowing her.
Ten ...
Amy squeezed her eyes, trying to figure out why the Librarian was moving her hand up and down. It was giving her wrong thoughts so she quickly adverted her gaze to a pair of nerdy Ravenclaws.
Seven ...
She heard Virginia turning a page, the Huffelpuf fell over another person's feet and top of all, Virginia didn't even acknowledged her. Amy slumped down furter on her seat, itching to just scream at her friend. But she was stubborn, and should be proud of that!
Four ...
Eying the stupid random Huffelpuf with uninteress Amy sighed deeply, uncrossing her arms. Her neck started to hurt from staring only at one direction. Don't look at her, what ever you do, do not look at her.
One ...
Amy slammed her fist on the table, finally breaking. Her mouth started opening and closing animatedly. Virginia turned another page, not looking up, while Amy blabbered on and on.
"You've got to help me Gin, it's the most embaressing thing I have ever expierenced," Amy whined, pleading her friend to come up with a solution. "Tell me, what exactly did you do?" Virginia said dully, her eyes still fixed on the book.
Amy glared but gave in. "Well, I accidentally poured a cup of very hot coffee on his lap," she swallowed and continued. "He came."
Virginia nodded her head. "And?" she urged on. Amy was dumb strucked, what else is there to say? "He came, as in; he got a Duder, and then it snowed!" Amy cried out almost hyperventaling.
A small smile crawled on Virginia's face. "You talk so sweetly," she chooed, still not taking her eyes off the book. Amy crossed her arms again. "You've got to help me with this problem! You have the same!"
Virginia raised her eyebrows. "I do not have problems," she said undignified. "I'm a very optimism person," she said defensivly. Amy leaned back on her seat.
"Oh, so pray tell-," Virginia immidiately dropped her book as her hand shot to Amy's forhead, testing is she was sick. "What is wrong with you?" Amy growled and slapped Virginia's hand away.
"Since when do you say; Pray tell?" Virginia asked, dumbfounded, her eyes all wide and her book forgotten. Amy glared and shook her head, leaning over the table to intimidate Virginia.
"You're going to help me with this problem, mister," emphasizing every word with her finger pointingly at Virginia. Her friend eyed her finger with great annoyance.
"Don't point at me, it's rude, annoying and reminds me of Ronald Weasley," said Virginia coolly. "And it's Miss, not Mister, you idiot," Virginia finally finished, picking up her book and started reading again.
Amy threw her hands up in the air, crying out a little sigh and stomping madly on the floor. "I don't know what to do Virginia. He is surely going to pretend I don't excist after all that castastrophe!" she cried out, getting a mean glare from the Librian.
Virginia's book fell again out of her hands. Once again her hand flying to Amy's forehead to feel if she was all right. "I'm all right, you git," Amy said through gritted teeth, slapping her friend's hand away again.
"Are you sure? You have a new volcabulary," explained Virginia, still looking at Amy if she grew another head.
Amy glared Virginia so forcefully that Virginia blinked. Amy leaned even more over the table, her palm on the table supporting her weight. She grabbed Virginia's tie, yanking her head to hers. She glared once again.
"You." she breathed out in a deadly whisper. "Are. Going. To," Virginia's left eye started twitching and she began to move. "Help. Me," Amy finished, still gripping the tie that strong Virginia was afraid her had might fall off.
Virginia jerked back, letting Amy fall on the floor. "Maybe I have my own problems to figure out yet Amy, if you haven't seen why I randomly jump into empty classrooms," she turned around, her back facing Amy lying on the floor, cursing her in more then five different languages.
"You were selfish, very Slytherish. I'm stubborn, completely Gryffindor. It's not a good combination Amy," she whispered and walked away.
After the fight they got in, Amy retreated to the Slytherin common room, hoping Blaise would be there. They need to have a word together. She peered her head around a corner, looking if Draco was in range. But he wasn't, sighing in relief she saw Blaise sitting at a small table, reading. Amy rolled her eyes. These guys should be perfect for each other, the nerds.
"Hey Blaise," Amy said and sat down across him, smiling broadly. Her smile only dropped very quickly when she saw what he was reading. "Cinderella?" she asked disbelivingly, her jaw dropping.
Blaise quirked an eyebrow and placed the book on the table. He looked at her as if trying to figure out what she's planning. "What do you want?" he asked suspiciously. Amy fake smiled again.
"Is that a way to treat a friend?" she asked, feighing hurt. Blaise pointed his finger at her. "Do you define friend as; throwing potatoes in the morning at a person," he said, still pointing at her.
Amy glared at his finger and slapped it away. "Don't point at me, it's rude, annoying and it reminds me greatly of Virginia," she snapped. Blaise growled at her and picked up his book.
"Don't ignore me you git, I'm trying to get a deal here with you," pleaded Amy, showing her infamous puppy dog eyes. Blaise sighed and gave in. "What is it that you want?"
"Your help, Blaise."
"What do I get in return?"
Amy smiled devishly and leaned back in the chair. "Virginia," she said in a whisper, taking joy in Blaise's shocked expression. "Who said I wanted Paltry?" he lied, reading in his book.
Amy rolled her eyes, grabbed the book away from him and threw it somewhere around the common room. "Come on Blaise. You honestly think I am that stupid that I couldn't see what my friend wants?" she asked.
Blaise snorted. "Yes I think you are stupid, almost as stupid as Crabbe over there," Blaise pointed at a large statue standing in a corner, trying to go through the wall. Amy winced as the rock bounced from the wall, and ran back at it. "Well, maybe with a little more brain."
She nodded unconciesly. "Well, how about it? You help me with Dra- erm my problem, and I help you get Virginia to ... like you," and added in a whisper "again."
Blaise smiled and took out his hand. Amy grinned and shook his hand.
"Deal."