AN: Chappie five here! I'm happy!!!!!!!!!!! HAPPINESS! *does happy dance*
Disclaimer: She does not own Harry Potter, but she does own Cassandra Calaway/Malfoy, who is COPYRIGHTED! In other words, it's against the law to use Cassandra Calaway/Malfoy in any of your stories! Only SpicySugar can use them! SO THERE! HAHAHAHAHA! YOU CAN'T USE IT! HAHAHAHAHAAAHAAAAAA!!!
Ok, I think my Disclaimer had three bowls of sugar for breakfast . . . Anywho, I'd just like to thank all of my reviewers, who I'm not going to name here (you know who you are anyway), and I'd like to sincerely apologize for taking so long to update! I'M SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SORRY!!! CAN YOU EVER FORGIVE ME? You can?!?! Great! No hard feelings? Good.
ON TO THE CHAPTER!
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Chapter 5: First Class: Potions
Last time:
"GRYFFINDOR!" I heard the hat shout the last word to the whole hall as the Gryffindor table erupted with cheers. I practically threw the hat off my head to join my friends, who were clapping madly.
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~*~My POV~*~
I could barely sit down for all the people at the Gryffindor table who were clapping for me. I was getting all kinds of pat-on-the-backs and getting my hair ruffled and people hi-five-ing me. When I finally got seated next to Harry and across from Hermione and Ron, Dumbledore was standing up again.
"Now that everyone has been sorted, I'd like to make a little announcement. Mr. Filch has asked me to let you know that, along with the other 572 items on the list of Forbidden Things In The Castle, rubber chickens have been added over the summer. Also to all first years and some other students," he said with a meaningful glance at the Gryffindor table, towards Harry and Ron, "The Dark forest is strictly forbidden. Now, with that said, let the feast . . . BEGIN!" and the food magically appeared on the plates.
"WHOA!" I said, as chicken legs and coleslaw appeared right in front of me. I had suddenly realized how hungry I was. My plate was soon piled with chicken, steak, pork, corn, potatoes, peas, coleslaw (AN: sorry, I REALLY like coleslaw, so I HAD to put that in there!), pasta salad, and jello salad. It was only after I had put all this stuff on my plate that I realized Harry, Hermione, and even Ron were all staring at my plate, and then at me.
"Erm, Cassy?" said Hermione. "Are you sure you can eat all that?" After she had said this I looked down at my plate and all the food that was on it.
"Ummm, no, I don't think I can eat all that, no matter how hungry I am. Oh well. I'll just eat what I can!" At that I started to dig in.
I was shocked that I had eaten almost everything on my plate when my stomach was finally full. I decided to skip dessert, no matter how appetizing all of them looked, especially a certain triple chocolate cake . . .
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Later that night, in the common room, Harry, Hermione, Ron, and I were all chatting, when I remembered something from the day in Diagon Alley. Harry had never told me about his history and why Malfoy had commented on the fact that I was "another girly fan". Although I already knew, it seemed appropriate to ask him.
"Cassy, are you ok?" asked Ron. "You're awfully quiet."
"Yeah, I'm fine, just thinking," I replied. I waited a few seconds, then turned to Harry.
"Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"Um, when we went to Diagon Alley, and then Malfoy came up to me, you and Hermione and he said I was another girly fan and you said that I hardly knew your history, I've been, well, wondering since then, what IS your history?" I glanced at Hermione and she had a questioning look in her eyes, as if to say, "Why are you asking that? You already know!" I looked at her again and sent a message clear as day to her through my eyes: "To throw him off track!".
Harry then replied. "Well, about 27 years ago, a dark wizard came to power . . ." and the story continued, with Hermione and Ron adding in little tidbits of information. I thought the story was rather interesting coming from Harry's point of view. By the time he had finished, it was time to go to bed. We did have school the next day, after all!
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When I woke up the next day, I was, in all honesty, really nervous. Firstly, because Potions was the first subject of the day, and Snape was bound to not like me, since I'm in Gryffindor, and secondly, it was the first day of classes, and I was bound to do horrible in all of them! When I explained this to Hermione, she had some calming words.
"Cassandra, calm down! First of all, Snape doesn't like anybody except his pet student Malfoy, but the most he does is take away house points and give detentions. You're acting like he's going to murder you or something! All you have to do is make sure you don't do anything stupid and you've got nothing to worry about. And all the teachers, except maybe Snape, are definitely going to take it easy on you, because you haven't been at Hogwarts for the last five years. And besides, I'll personally make sure that you sit next to me in all the classes, so if you have any questions, just ask me!"
"Alright, that makes me feel a little better, but I still don't think they should make Potions be the very first subject of the day."
"Well, it's gotta be somebody. Today it just happens to be the sixth year Gryffindors, doubled with sixth year Slytherins." Said Hermione glumly. After that we walked down to the Great Hall for breakfast.
Harry and Ron were already eating when we got there, so we joined them. I was still nervous, so Harry and Ron tried to help, too.
"Cassy, don't worry! We'll make sure you sit near us in ALL of the classes." Said Harry.
"Yeah! And if Snape tries to pick on you, we'll stick up for you!" said Ron encouragingly.
"Thanks guys," I said, but I still wasn't very cheerful through the rest of breakfast.
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I shivered in the cold corridor outside Snape's classroom. It was cold enough in the dungeons to take my mind of Snape for a while.
"It's so COLD down here! How can Professor Dumbledore even allow for us to have classes down here?" I complained.
"Whining will get you nowhere, Miss Calaway," said a cold voice behind me. I whipped around to see Professor Snape himself standing over me. So much for taking my mind off Snape.
"Five points from Gryffindor for complaining about the location of a classroom," he said to me. He then led everyone into the classroom. Harry, Hermione, and Ron took their normal seats in the back, and I followed them, scowling. Once everyone was seated, Professor Snape started talking.
"For the first term of this year we will be working on a project that requires you to work in pairs. The Headmaster has chosen your partner for you, as he thought it would more intelligent. Now, when you and your partner are called, you will move to your partner's table." He then held up a roll of parchment.
"Millicent Bulstrode and Blaise Zabini" Millicent move over to Blaise's table.
"Hermione Granger and Neville Longbottom" Hermione moved over to sit with Neville, who looked extremely relieved.
"Harry Potter and Lavender Brown" . . . and so the list continued, until there were only two people left.
"And finally," said Professor Snape with a smirk, "Cassandra Calaway and Draco Malfoy." I inwardly groaned as I walked over to Malfoy's table. I must have looked rather angry, and I thought Malfoy would look displeased as well, but to my surprise, Malfoy looked rather . . . comfortable with the situation. I sat down uneasily next to him.
Professor Snape continued. "The potion you will be making and the ingredients and directions to make it are on the board," he flicked his wand and words appeared on the chalkboard. "You may begin." I looked at Malfoy, who seemed intent on not looking at me.
"Umm, Draco?" he turned his head and looked at me.
"Yes?" he replied, curious.
"Well," I said, choosing my words carefully, "since we're going to be working on this potion all this term, I think we should, umm, call a truce, just for this term, and even just for this class if you wish. Because we can't make a potion together if we're hurling insults at each other."
To my complete surprise, he held out his hand and said, "Ok. That makes sense."
I willed myself to take his hand, preparing for the electric shock that I got when I shook everybody else's hands, but I gripped his hand, and it didn't come. No electric shock. I shook his hand, and we were civil to each other for the remainder of the class. It was after class that I got my shock, but it wasn't electric, and it wasn't from touching anyone either. It was from a statement made by a certain blonde someone.
As I started down the corridor with Harry, Ron, and Hermione, I felt a hand grab my arm and pull me back. Harry, Ron, and Hermione didn't seem to notice. I turned around and saw myself face to face with Malfoy. He seemed nervous, but his voice was confident.
"Look, Cassandra," he started, "I think we should be civil to each other no matter what class we're in or what term it is. It doesn't make sense to be rude to each other, period. There's nothing in you that could make me want to insult you or pick on you."
"I'd be willing to agree on that, too, Draco, if it weren't for my friends. You insult Harry, Ron, and Hermione on a daily basis." I replied. "So, unless you promise to stop insulting them, too, I'm afraid that I am disinclined to acquiesce your request."
Draco swallowed. "Well first of all, what does that mean?"
"That I am disinclined to acquiesce your request?"
"Yeah, that."
I chuckled softly. "It means 'no'". I said, and was about to walk away when he stopped me.
"Well, I suppose I can be nice to Potter, Weasley and Granger, just as long as I don't have to call them by their first names." He said.
"It's a deal then?" I asked, holding out my hand.
"Deal," said Draco, and he shook my hand for the second time that day.
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AN: Well? Did you like it? Ok, I know it was INCREDIBLY short, but did you like it anyway? I won't know until you push that little button down there and review!
And by the way, the "I am disinclined to acquiesce your request" line came from Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl. I LOVE that line! (And the movie too! Best film in the world, if you ask me.)
Disclaimer: She does not own Harry Potter, but she does own Cassandra Calaway/Malfoy, who is COPYRIGHTED! In other words, it's against the law to use Cassandra Calaway/Malfoy in any of your stories! Only SpicySugar can use them! SO THERE! HAHAHAHAHA! YOU CAN'T USE IT! HAHAHAHAHAAAHAAAAAA!!!
Ok, I think my Disclaimer had three bowls of sugar for breakfast . . . Anywho, I'd just like to thank all of my reviewers, who I'm not going to name here (you know who you are anyway), and I'd like to sincerely apologize for taking so long to update! I'M SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SORRY!!! CAN YOU EVER FORGIVE ME? You can?!?! Great! No hard feelings? Good.
ON TO THE CHAPTER!
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Chapter 5: First Class: Potions
Last time:
"GRYFFINDOR!" I heard the hat shout the last word to the whole hall as the Gryffindor table erupted with cheers. I practically threw the hat off my head to join my friends, who were clapping madly.
~*~
~*~My POV~*~
I could barely sit down for all the people at the Gryffindor table who were clapping for me. I was getting all kinds of pat-on-the-backs and getting my hair ruffled and people hi-five-ing me. When I finally got seated next to Harry and across from Hermione and Ron, Dumbledore was standing up again.
"Now that everyone has been sorted, I'd like to make a little announcement. Mr. Filch has asked me to let you know that, along with the other 572 items on the list of Forbidden Things In The Castle, rubber chickens have been added over the summer. Also to all first years and some other students," he said with a meaningful glance at the Gryffindor table, towards Harry and Ron, "The Dark forest is strictly forbidden. Now, with that said, let the feast . . . BEGIN!" and the food magically appeared on the plates.
"WHOA!" I said, as chicken legs and coleslaw appeared right in front of me. I had suddenly realized how hungry I was. My plate was soon piled with chicken, steak, pork, corn, potatoes, peas, coleslaw (AN: sorry, I REALLY like coleslaw, so I HAD to put that in there!), pasta salad, and jello salad. It was only after I had put all this stuff on my plate that I realized Harry, Hermione, and even Ron were all staring at my plate, and then at me.
"Erm, Cassy?" said Hermione. "Are you sure you can eat all that?" After she had said this I looked down at my plate and all the food that was on it.
"Ummm, no, I don't think I can eat all that, no matter how hungry I am. Oh well. I'll just eat what I can!" At that I started to dig in.
I was shocked that I had eaten almost everything on my plate when my stomach was finally full. I decided to skip dessert, no matter how appetizing all of them looked, especially a certain triple chocolate cake . . .
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Later that night, in the common room, Harry, Hermione, Ron, and I were all chatting, when I remembered something from the day in Diagon Alley. Harry had never told me about his history and why Malfoy had commented on the fact that I was "another girly fan". Although I already knew, it seemed appropriate to ask him.
"Cassy, are you ok?" asked Ron. "You're awfully quiet."
"Yeah, I'm fine, just thinking," I replied. I waited a few seconds, then turned to Harry.
"Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"Um, when we went to Diagon Alley, and then Malfoy came up to me, you and Hermione and he said I was another girly fan and you said that I hardly knew your history, I've been, well, wondering since then, what IS your history?" I glanced at Hermione and she had a questioning look in her eyes, as if to say, "Why are you asking that? You already know!" I looked at her again and sent a message clear as day to her through my eyes: "To throw him off track!".
Harry then replied. "Well, about 27 years ago, a dark wizard came to power . . ." and the story continued, with Hermione and Ron adding in little tidbits of information. I thought the story was rather interesting coming from Harry's point of view. By the time he had finished, it was time to go to bed. We did have school the next day, after all!
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When I woke up the next day, I was, in all honesty, really nervous. Firstly, because Potions was the first subject of the day, and Snape was bound to not like me, since I'm in Gryffindor, and secondly, it was the first day of classes, and I was bound to do horrible in all of them! When I explained this to Hermione, she had some calming words.
"Cassandra, calm down! First of all, Snape doesn't like anybody except his pet student Malfoy, but the most he does is take away house points and give detentions. You're acting like he's going to murder you or something! All you have to do is make sure you don't do anything stupid and you've got nothing to worry about. And all the teachers, except maybe Snape, are definitely going to take it easy on you, because you haven't been at Hogwarts for the last five years. And besides, I'll personally make sure that you sit next to me in all the classes, so if you have any questions, just ask me!"
"Alright, that makes me feel a little better, but I still don't think they should make Potions be the very first subject of the day."
"Well, it's gotta be somebody. Today it just happens to be the sixth year Gryffindors, doubled with sixth year Slytherins." Said Hermione glumly. After that we walked down to the Great Hall for breakfast.
Harry and Ron were already eating when we got there, so we joined them. I was still nervous, so Harry and Ron tried to help, too.
"Cassy, don't worry! We'll make sure you sit near us in ALL of the classes." Said Harry.
"Yeah! And if Snape tries to pick on you, we'll stick up for you!" said Ron encouragingly.
"Thanks guys," I said, but I still wasn't very cheerful through the rest of breakfast.
~*~
I shivered in the cold corridor outside Snape's classroom. It was cold enough in the dungeons to take my mind of Snape for a while.
"It's so COLD down here! How can Professor Dumbledore even allow for us to have classes down here?" I complained.
"Whining will get you nowhere, Miss Calaway," said a cold voice behind me. I whipped around to see Professor Snape himself standing over me. So much for taking my mind off Snape.
"Five points from Gryffindor for complaining about the location of a classroom," he said to me. He then led everyone into the classroom. Harry, Hermione, and Ron took their normal seats in the back, and I followed them, scowling. Once everyone was seated, Professor Snape started talking.
"For the first term of this year we will be working on a project that requires you to work in pairs. The Headmaster has chosen your partner for you, as he thought it would more intelligent. Now, when you and your partner are called, you will move to your partner's table." He then held up a roll of parchment.
"Millicent Bulstrode and Blaise Zabini" Millicent move over to Blaise's table.
"Hermione Granger and Neville Longbottom" Hermione moved over to sit with Neville, who looked extremely relieved.
"Harry Potter and Lavender Brown" . . . and so the list continued, until there were only two people left.
"And finally," said Professor Snape with a smirk, "Cassandra Calaway and Draco Malfoy." I inwardly groaned as I walked over to Malfoy's table. I must have looked rather angry, and I thought Malfoy would look displeased as well, but to my surprise, Malfoy looked rather . . . comfortable with the situation. I sat down uneasily next to him.
Professor Snape continued. "The potion you will be making and the ingredients and directions to make it are on the board," he flicked his wand and words appeared on the chalkboard. "You may begin." I looked at Malfoy, who seemed intent on not looking at me.
"Umm, Draco?" he turned his head and looked at me.
"Yes?" he replied, curious.
"Well," I said, choosing my words carefully, "since we're going to be working on this potion all this term, I think we should, umm, call a truce, just for this term, and even just for this class if you wish. Because we can't make a potion together if we're hurling insults at each other."
To my complete surprise, he held out his hand and said, "Ok. That makes sense."
I willed myself to take his hand, preparing for the electric shock that I got when I shook everybody else's hands, but I gripped his hand, and it didn't come. No electric shock. I shook his hand, and we were civil to each other for the remainder of the class. It was after class that I got my shock, but it wasn't electric, and it wasn't from touching anyone either. It was from a statement made by a certain blonde someone.
As I started down the corridor with Harry, Ron, and Hermione, I felt a hand grab my arm and pull me back. Harry, Ron, and Hermione didn't seem to notice. I turned around and saw myself face to face with Malfoy. He seemed nervous, but his voice was confident.
"Look, Cassandra," he started, "I think we should be civil to each other no matter what class we're in or what term it is. It doesn't make sense to be rude to each other, period. There's nothing in you that could make me want to insult you or pick on you."
"I'd be willing to agree on that, too, Draco, if it weren't for my friends. You insult Harry, Ron, and Hermione on a daily basis." I replied. "So, unless you promise to stop insulting them, too, I'm afraid that I am disinclined to acquiesce your request."
Draco swallowed. "Well first of all, what does that mean?"
"That I am disinclined to acquiesce your request?"
"Yeah, that."
I chuckled softly. "It means 'no'". I said, and was about to walk away when he stopped me.
"Well, I suppose I can be nice to Potter, Weasley and Granger, just as long as I don't have to call them by their first names." He said.
"It's a deal then?" I asked, holding out my hand.
"Deal," said Draco, and he shook my hand for the second time that day.
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AN: Well? Did you like it? Ok, I know it was INCREDIBLY short, but did you like it anyway? I won't know until you push that little button down there and review!
And by the way, the "I am disinclined to acquiesce your request" line came from Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl. I LOVE that line! (And the movie too! Best film in the world, if you ask me.)