As much as I would like to, I do not own Harry Potter, or any of the characters (Except Ryua), most of the places, or the majority of the spells. I'm trying to follow the books' storyline, not the movies', but I can only get them at the library off and on, same as internet access. Updates will be kinda random, but they will keep coming, especially if I know people read my story. So please review? Or I'll send you an unforgivable curse by howler...
Valentines' Day
Ryua couldn't believe her eyes when she walked into the Great Hall February 14th. It was pink. And pink. And more pink. Lockhart was swirling around in fuchsia robes that impeccably matched the decorations, doling out heart shaped pieces of paper to blushing girls all over. "And one for you, Ryua dear!" Lockhart's eerily perfect smile flashed momentarily before he swept off in a rush of pink. She stared down uncomprehendingly at the piece of lacy pink paper, trying to figure out what in Salazar's name it could be. She flipped it over to see a winking picture of Lockhart, and fancy gold writing saying 'Happy Valentines' Day, my dearest fan!' Ryua dropped it in disgust, and some first-year witch scooped it up before it even hit the ground. She then went all giggly, stuck it proudly on her hat, and went off to show her friends.
Now she remembered the ditzy man talking about a plan to 'cheer up the school'. Apparently this was his idea of a good time. The school did need some cheering up, though. Finch-Fletchley, or whatever his name was, and Nearly Headless Nick had been found petrified in the library corridor just a few days earlier. For three quarters of the students in the school, this was terrifying, but as a Slytherin and a pureblood, Ryua knew she had nothing to worry about. It was irritating, however. It wasn't that she necessarily wanted to go around killing muggle- borns, but it rankled that Slytherin had deemed someone else more worthy than her. It would have even been bearable if Draco was the heir, but as it stood, Ryua couldn't figure out who it was, or why they hadn't been gloating about it. Maybe it wasn't a dark wizard after all, as Ryua didn't know a one who didn't enjoy gloating. Hmm, interesting thought...
Just then, her brother came in, looking so revolted by the color Ryua thought he might puke. Actually, he wasn't the only one, as Professor Snape looked ready to poison Lockhart, Flitwick was nearly in tears, and McGonnagal was obviously restraining herself from giving the idiot a detention when they were handed pink hearts. "Ooh Draco, Draco, did Gilderoy give you a valentine yet, Draco? Ooh, isn't he just so handsome..." Ryua trailed off, as Draco went pale with fright. "Oh, come on, can't you appreciate a joke? Although he is handing out pink pieces of paper to his 'dearest fans'."
"Please tell me you didn't accept one. If you did, I might just have to kill myself now." Apparently, Gilderoy Lockhart wasn't someone Draco wanted to be associated with, even by remotest extension.
Ryua laughed at the expression on his face. "No, of course not. But you should have seen the picture on the back of the card. Every time it winked, little heart fireworks exploded in the background."
Draco shuddered. "He's so full of himself, it's disgusting."
"Hah, look who's talking!"
"No, you see, I'm not full of myself. I actually AM rich, talented, and a pureblood," Draco retorted, perfectly serious, "He's just a stupid git with a magically enhanced smile." As the students all sat down, Lockhart stood up grandly at the head table, proudly announcing, (as if anyone couldn't already see) that he had set up the Valentine's day celebration as a special treat for his wonderful students. Well, this should be an interesting day, Ryua thought to herself as he announced his 'loveable, charming cupids' would be delivering musical valentines all day long.
You had to give the loveable, charming cupids one thing; they were persistent. Luckily for Ryua, everyone who was at all likely to send her a valentine knew she'd curse them for it later, so she was able to enjoy everyone else's discomfort instead. The surly looking dwarves had taken to tackling the more reluctant students as they kept trying to run away. The second years had just been heading up to Transfiguration when Potter's turn came. He went sprawling, and the dwarf sat on his feet as he sang (badly) a valentine obviously made up by some girl with a serious crush.
Draco sauntered over to kick through his ink-splattered books when suddenly he stooped and said, "Let's see what Potter's written in his diary!" Potter's head jerked up and the dwarf left his legs as he scrambled up to take it back. Draco, however, couldn't find anything in the beat-up old thing and handed it back without contest. Just a second, I've seen that somewhere, I'm positive of it. Just because it looked vaguely familiar at first glance didn't mean Ryua could identify it, however. Of course, some teacher came along to file the students off to class just then so she couldn't get a better look at it. Draco said some parting retort to Ginny Weasley which made her burst into tears before he sauntered off to Herbology.Why does he have to be so cruel to little, helpless things? There's nothing wrong with a good, fair fight, but picking on innocent little girls... Sometimes, Ryua just couldn't understand her brother.
Author's Note: I'm so sorry I haven't updated. First off, I couldn't remember something, and all the copies of COS were signed out, and there was a snow day so I couldn't use the school copy. Then, for the first time I can ever remember, my sister went through a bout of serious computer game infatuation, and I couldn't even type for days. And to top it all off, I had serious writer's block. (Maybe something didn't want me to write this chapter) Anyways, I'll update this as soon as I can get access to an internet computer.
Thanks to Athena Diagon Cat! It's so cool to have someone like my story, and don't worry, I don't think I'll curse you today...
And if anyone can think of any painful sounding, or interesting effect spells, I'm going to need a bunch of them. I'll list your name under the credits. Please? (Just a minute, why am I begging? It's demeaning. I'll just curse you if you don't!)
