Conquest of the Heart
Chapter Seven
DM
"Oh, hello, Granger," I say, standing up and looking at the brunette standing stark still in the doorway leading to Dorothy's and her dormitory. I look back at Dorothy as she stands up, glaring at me. What? I thought you were having a good time. She walks toward the door leading to her room, grabbing the remainder of her clothes off the floor and shooting me another glare before disappearing through the door.
Who'd have thought that there was loophole around the whole "no opposite gender in the dorms" rule that Dumbledore had set. Just go into the bathroom…or the common rooms I guess. Hm…I might pull this to my advantage. I exit into my dorm, looking back at Hermione, whom still looks shocked about something. Oh well. I go get a comb out of my trunk and start to pull the few knots in my hair out, fix it so that it looks good (Does it ever look anything than good?), and then leave my dorm. I'll unpack later.
I half expected to see Dorothy down here in the common rooms but she's not. Maybe she left for breakfast already or something. I shrug and go to leave the common rooms. When I push the tapestry of the snake and lion aside I am met by a familiar pug-faced girl I didn't want to see just yet. I groan in frustration when I see her and when she clings to my arm.
"So, Drakie," she starts. "When do I get to see your new room?" Never. Even if I were allowed to bring a woman into my dorm, it wouldn't be you.
"You can't," I say bluntly. "Dumbledore's rule. We're not allowed to have members of the opposite sex in our dormitories. Sorry." Not really.
"Oh, that's too bad."
Pansy and I continue down to the Great Hall. We sit at the Slytherin table and when I look to the Gryffindor table, I only see Potty and Weasel eating. Dorothy and Hermione both must still be in the Head's common rooms. I shrug it off and start to put food on my plate and eat, constantly glancing at the Great Hall door, expecting to see my two "roommates" walking through it at any moment. I wait about ten minutes and when I don't see them come in, I run a hand through my hair and push my still practically full plate away.
"Not hungry, eh, mate?" asks Blaise, eyeing my plate curiously. "Got something on your mind?"
"Yeah," I begin, just about to start ranting when I catch myself. "…but I'll tell you later, okay? When you give me a haircut."
"What?" shoots Blaise after what I've just said sinks in. "Cut your own bloody hair! I'm not your personal hairdresser!"
"Yeah, Drakie," says Pansy, "your hair looks good at that length." I don't want you to think my hair looks good!! I didn't ask for your opinion either!
"I don't care! If you don't give me a trim, Zambini, I'll hex you in the next dimension!" I snap. Don't mess with me right now!
"Woah, okay, mate! Don't hurt yourself!"
DA
I've had my face buried in one of my gold pillows for about a half an hour now. Hermione has been talking to me but I can tell by the tone in her voice that she wants to go to breakfast. I just feel so mortified. He's tricking me into forgiving him! I swore I'd stay mad at him as long as I could help it but he's making it so damn hard!
"Go to breakfast, Hermione," I say finally in a hoarse voice. "I'm not hungry. I'll wait until lunch. I'm still a little tired so I'll probably get some sleep."
"Are you sure?" she asks one more time, though I notice she's already edging toward the door. "I mean, if you want me to stay—"
"No, I'm fine," I say finally. "Go to breakfast. I'll see you later, okay?"
"Okay…" she says meekly before disappearing down the stairs and into the common room. I roll over so that I'm staring at the wall and close my eyes. How come nobody thought to make it so that a boy and a girl couldn't be in the bathroom at the same time? This is going to cause problems. I'm going to have to bathe at midnight now!
A little time passes and I feel close to sleeping now. I'm almost there when someone's voice reaches my ears. I groan and just before I roll over and put a pillow over my head, I notice there are two voices and I recognize one of them. Draco.
"So what's wrong and why couldn't you tell me in the Great Hall?" someone else says.
"Well, it goes like this," says Draco.
I stand up off my bed and creep half way down the stairs so that I can hear them a little better. I stop in mid-step when Draco starts to talk again.
"Okay, so I got these two girls in this common room," he starts off.
"Two?" asks the other person. When I look down the stairs a little, I can see that the person accompanying Draco is Blaise Zambini.
"Yeah, Dumbledore actually did something right for a change, placing Dorothy Agel in here with me and the mudblood…for protection reasons." Mudblood? Are you still calling her that!? "The only problem is, since the stupid old man put up that rule where I can't have any girl in my dorm, I can't shag either one of them." I scowl at his words. Is that the only reason you're disappointed?
I don't wait another second. I come down the stairs and Draco watches me cross the room to a red armchair. I turn my head and give him an angry glare. He takes a step back as I pick up one of my books off of the table beside me and flip to a page in the middle. I start reading, listening to him as he and Zambini retreat up his staircase and into his room to continue talking. I almost get up and move over to his staircase to listen but soon Hermione returns.
DM
What was that look for? I didn't do anything…well, maybe she overheard what I was saying to Blaise. I sigh. Oh well. It happened and I can't change it. I will, however, patch things up with Dorothy quickly. It's becoming increasingly hard to live with her in her current huff. I watch Blaise pick up a pair of scissors off the top of my dresser and stare at them with distaste as if cutting my hair were something very, very wrong.
"So, what was Agel's problem?" Blaise finally asks, as we walk into the bathroom and I sit down on the floor and he pulls up a metal chair.
I shrug. "Women. Moody as usual."
Blaise continues to trim my hair a little and we talk and stuff. About are father's trials and the fall of the Dark Lord and other stuff. When he's done, he says bye and leaves out of the bathroom and down the stairs. I go into my room and look at my new haircut. It's a little shorter than before but looks about the same. Well, at least it's not a bowl cut. I would have killed Blaise if he'd done that. I look good, as usual, though. I start walking down into the common rooms when I hear Dorothy saying something. To whom is she speaking?
"Are you going to leave or what?" she asked. "I don't appreciate being gawked at by people I don't know."
"You don't treat your betters that way." Hey, she's talking to Blaise.
"Well when I see one of my 'betters' I'll keep that in mind," Dorothy retorts. I continue down a few more stairs so that I can almost see them.
"You know, that mouth of yours, half-breed, is going to get you hurt one of these days," threatens Blaise. Better watch what you say to her, mate, because I'm on her side all the way.
"Oooh, I'm so afraid," Dorothy eggs on. "I learned how to deal with cretins like you over the summer. I can handle myself, I think." I hear her close her book and stand up. I proceed down a few more steps and see Blaise raising his wand. Hey! What do you think you're doing? He opens he mouth to say something but Dorothy whips out her own wand and points it at him just as he's about to mutter a jelly-legs jinx.
"Finite incantatum! (Spelled wrong I think!)" she yells, canceling out Blaise's spell. "Expelliarmus!" Blaise's wand goes flying out of his hand and to the floor. "Accio wand!" Before my friend and fellow Slytherin can reach his wand, it shoots into Dorothy's hand. "Now, let's see. No wand and you're back into a corner. The odds are stacked against you, Zambini. What are you going to do?"
What else? He turns and runs out of the tapestry. Dorothy scoffs and throws Blaise's wand on a nearby armchair before picking up her book and starting toward her dorm. Now, I never thought I'd ever see Dorothy Agel so brave. She was very meek last year and practically afraid of everyone. This certainly is different.
A/N: Oh, it sucks!!! I'm just not doing it right I don't think! Well, really, it's what you think that matters. Dorothy sure has changed, huh? Anyway, any suggestions for further chapters are greatly appreciated, just put them in your reviews and I'll see what I can do. Ciao.
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