Disclaimer: Good lord, how many times do Sara and I have to get it through to your minds that we don't own these characters except Jamie Elizabeth Venberg and Sara Macinzie Angel, which are ourselves?
Jamie's POV
I plopped down in a seat next to Ginny Weasley, Ron's sister, in our first class of the day, Transfiguration.
"Liz, what's with you, Maci and Malfoy?" Ginny asked me.
"Well, before Sara and Draco's first years, Sara and I went to a muggle summer camp. I had no idea that magic was real, until the day that Draco called me a muggle, and a sirloin steak came from out of nowhere and fell on Draco's head, knocking him out. We were both sent to the "isolation" cabin, and became fast friends. Sara met him the day after the steak incident, but that happened to be the last time they saw each other, until now." I said.
"Oh, I've got it." Ginny said.
"Since this is your OWL's year," Professor McGonagall said, walking into the classroom, "We will be getting into more serious Transfigurations." I sighed. This was going to be a long year.
~Later~
It was finally lunch time. I found Sara and sat down next to her. I looked in the direction she was looking, and it was towards the Slytherin's table.
"She told Malfoy off this morning." Harry said, once he had seen the confused look on my face.
"Obviously she's mad a what the Death-Eaters did to your parent's." Ginny said.
"Sara?" I asked her.
"I hate him. Hate him, hate him, HATE HIM!" She yelled, getting a few looks from people.
"People can hate! Especially girls towards guys! Go back to your lunch!" I yelled to the silent Great Hall. The presumed their lunch. Then, the bell rang. I looked at my time-table.
"Divination with Professor Sibyll Trelawney." It read.
"Ooh, Trelawney is an old fraud, that's why I dropped it for Arithmacy." Hermione said.
"She just stormed out of the classroom one day, never looking back." Ron said.
"Really?" I asked.
"Yep." Hermione answered. I got up and almost walked out of the Great Hall, when Draco stopped me.
"Do you hate me for what my father and his people did? If you do, warn me, so I can get ice." He said coldly.
"Well, I don't hate you. But I certainly dislike him a lot. I don't see why a person has to hate someone, when it wasn't their doing. Don't worry. I'll talk to Sara for you." I said.
"Thank you." Draco said.
"De nada." I said.
I ran to the Divination room, only to be 30 seconds late.
"Who are you?" I heard a voice from the front of the classroom say.
"I'm Liz Venberg." I said.
"There is no Liz Venberg, but are you Jamie Venberg?" She said.
"Yeahhh." I said, getting annoyed.
"Take the seat next to Miss Weasley." She said.
"I'm starting to not like her already." I whispered to Ginny.
"Join the club." Ginny whispered back. After all the classes were done for the day, Ginny and I went back to the common room. Sara was sitting on the floor, doing her Potions homework.
"Gin, could Sara and I talk for a moment?" I asked Ginny.
"Sure." She said.
"Sara?" I asked. She looked at me.
"What?" She asked.
"Why are you so mad at Draco?" I asked. She gave me a cold glare.
"He is Malfoy around me. MALFOY!! No longer the Draco I knew. The Draco I knew was the nicest boy anyone could have known. He's changed." Sara said, picking up her ink, quill, parchment and books, and stormed up the staircase that led to the girls' dormitories.
Jamie's POV
I plopped down in a seat next to Ginny Weasley, Ron's sister, in our first class of the day, Transfiguration.
"Liz, what's with you, Maci and Malfoy?" Ginny asked me.
"Well, before Sara and Draco's first years, Sara and I went to a muggle summer camp. I had no idea that magic was real, until the day that Draco called me a muggle, and a sirloin steak came from out of nowhere and fell on Draco's head, knocking him out. We were both sent to the "isolation" cabin, and became fast friends. Sara met him the day after the steak incident, but that happened to be the last time they saw each other, until now." I said.
"Oh, I've got it." Ginny said.
"Since this is your OWL's year," Professor McGonagall said, walking into the classroom, "We will be getting into more serious Transfigurations." I sighed. This was going to be a long year.
~Later~
It was finally lunch time. I found Sara and sat down next to her. I looked in the direction she was looking, and it was towards the Slytherin's table.
"She told Malfoy off this morning." Harry said, once he had seen the confused look on my face.
"Obviously she's mad a what the Death-Eaters did to your parent's." Ginny said.
"Sara?" I asked her.
"I hate him. Hate him, hate him, HATE HIM!" She yelled, getting a few looks from people.
"People can hate! Especially girls towards guys! Go back to your lunch!" I yelled to the silent Great Hall. The presumed their lunch. Then, the bell rang. I looked at my time-table.
"Divination with Professor Sibyll Trelawney." It read.
"Ooh, Trelawney is an old fraud, that's why I dropped it for Arithmacy." Hermione said.
"She just stormed out of the classroom one day, never looking back." Ron said.
"Really?" I asked.
"Yep." Hermione answered. I got up and almost walked out of the Great Hall, when Draco stopped me.
"Do you hate me for what my father and his people did? If you do, warn me, so I can get ice." He said coldly.
"Well, I don't hate you. But I certainly dislike him a lot. I don't see why a person has to hate someone, when it wasn't their doing. Don't worry. I'll talk to Sara for you." I said.
"Thank you." Draco said.
"De nada." I said.
I ran to the Divination room, only to be 30 seconds late.
"Who are you?" I heard a voice from the front of the classroom say.
"I'm Liz Venberg." I said.
"There is no Liz Venberg, but are you Jamie Venberg?" She said.
"Yeahhh." I said, getting annoyed.
"Take the seat next to Miss Weasley." She said.
"I'm starting to not like her already." I whispered to Ginny.
"Join the club." Ginny whispered back. After all the classes were done for the day, Ginny and I went back to the common room. Sara was sitting on the floor, doing her Potions homework.
"Gin, could Sara and I talk for a moment?" I asked Ginny.
"Sure." She said.
"Sara?" I asked. She looked at me.
"What?" She asked.
"Why are you so mad at Draco?" I asked. She gave me a cold glare.
"He is Malfoy around me. MALFOY!! No longer the Draco I knew. The Draco I knew was the nicest boy anyone could have known. He's changed." Sara said, picking up her ink, quill, parchment and books, and stormed up the staircase that led to the girls' dormitories.