A/N: Hi! It's Monday and I know those suck, but maybe this will make it a tad bit easier? Enjoy.
Thank you Ethsara ye'Kariannye, cutiechelsey, Eiknlng, Raven Maxwell (Happy Birthday!), Bookworm, Eccentricity is Me, Fluer---@, min_1979, Myst (The duel will come eventually.), RandomThought, Roarke (Draco/Harry snogging? I'll try.), Cassie (don't cry!), Princess Ishida, Sandra Solaria Dees, Silverfox, Redhawk, Tinuviel, and Jacob Underwood's girl.
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Ron rushed back to the Gryffindor dorm to find Harry, Seamus and... Draco, who appeared to be unpacking. "What is he doing here?"
"Dumbledore is letting Draco stay here," Harry replied.
"Strange though. Where's Neville going to sleep?" Seamus asked.
"I talked to the headmaster and he said Neville's been transferred."
"Transferred? To where?" Harry inquired.
"I don't know. I don't think he could tell me."
"Why not?" Seamus asked.
"Because I think Neville's grandmother told him not to," Ron said. Draco snorted.
"Right, I'm sure that she said specifically 'Do not give Ron Weasley any information regarding the whereabouts of my grandson or I will come after you with my enormous handbag'," he replied. Harry shot him a warning look. "Well, don't you think that it's a bit extreme to move Neville to another school simply because she has something against idiots with red hair?"
"I'm going to hurt you," Ron said lunging at Draco.
"Cut it out," Harry said, grabbing his shirt and pulling him back. "Draco does have a point."
"Thank you."
"Except for the idiot part. You're not an idiot."
"You're an imbecile."
"Draco."
"What?" he asked innocently. Harry rolled his eyes.
"Anyway, what makes you think that this had something to do with you?" he asked Ron.
"Well, one day he's here. His grandmother sees us kissing and then he's gone. You figure it out."
"Just a hop, skip, and a jump to a conclusion," Seamus said, raising an eyebrow.
"Exactly. This could have nothing to do with you," Draco remarked.
"Why is *he* here? Is my life not bad enough as it is?"
"Recent events have made it impossible for Draco to stay in the Slytherin dorms," Harry replied.
"Like?"
"Crabbe's a spy for Voldemort and he knows I'm not on his side," Draco said.
"So?"
"So? I thought I'd just hang around and wait to get killed in my sleep."
"Sounds good to me."
"Ron!"
"I miss Neville already," Seamus sighed.
*
Neville was absolutely miserable. He had been sent to Beauxbatons. He hated it. Everything gleamed and was overdone in a way that was uniquely baroque. The people here looked at him like he was some sort of alien. In a way, he was, but did that mean they all had to stare at him like he had grown another head? "What?" he snapped to the boy sitting across from him. The boy's brown eyes went wide. "Why does everyone keep staring at me?"
"It's unusual for students to transfer here from Hogwarts," he replied in heavily-accented English.
"I didn't ask to be here."
"We know and that is why we stare."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Is it true that your grandmother walked in on you and your lover in bed?" the boy asked excitedly. Neville's mouth dropped open.
"Where did you hear that?" he asked once he recovered the power of speech.
"Claudette. She handles the papers," he gestured to a girl at another table, who was tossing her red hair and laughing at something. Neville felt a lump in his throat. Red hair. "Is it true?"
"What's your name?" Neville asked him.
"Nicki."
"Nicki. I'm sorry about before. There are just places I'd rather be."
"That is understandable."
"To answer your question- no, that's not true." He laughed at the obvious disappointment on Nicki's face. "We weren't in bed at the time. She caught us afterwards." Nicki smiled.
"Sometimes our parents are not the most understanding," he said.
"Tell me about it."
"Someday, perhaps I will," Nicki replied, glancing to his left. "Would you like me to show you around? It's easy to get lost here."
"Could you? I will regard you as my personal savior."
"That won't be necessary," Nicki laughed. It appeared that Neville had made a friend.
"Another owl," Nicki said watching it swoop down and deposit a parcel in Neville's lap.
"And there it goes," Neville replied in French, which was rapidly improving under Nicki's patient eye. He sighed. "They never linger and I'm not allowed to use any of the school owls. Gran forbade it." A mischievous gleam appeared in Nicki's eye.
"One, two, three- Duck!" Neville ducked just in time to avoid getting eggs all in his hair as explosions went off at all house tables simultaneously.
"Nicki! You-"
"Prove it," was the reply. No one could do that. Nicki never got caught and he could've given Fred and George a run for their money.
"Use mine," Nicki said.
"Your what?"
"Owl."
"You don't understand. I'm not even allowed near the owlery. Every time I pass the staircase a suit of armor appears."
"Fine. Write your note. I'll use mine." Nicki grinned archly.
"You'd do that for me?"
"But of course. All for one and one for all," Nicki said, raising his glass in a mock salute. "God, I hate that book," he sighed, sipping his juice aristocratically while everyone else around him scrambled to clean up before class.
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Comments, requests, threats? All are welcome.
Love,
J. Silver
Thank you Ethsara ye'Kariannye, cutiechelsey, Eiknlng, Raven Maxwell (Happy Birthday!), Bookworm, Eccentricity is Me, Fluer---@, min_1979, Myst (The duel will come eventually.), RandomThought, Roarke (Draco/Harry snogging? I'll try.), Cassie (don't cry!), Princess Ishida, Sandra Solaria Dees, Silverfox, Redhawk, Tinuviel, and Jacob Underwood's girl.
***
Ron rushed back to the Gryffindor dorm to find Harry, Seamus and... Draco, who appeared to be unpacking. "What is he doing here?"
"Dumbledore is letting Draco stay here," Harry replied.
"Strange though. Where's Neville going to sleep?" Seamus asked.
"I talked to the headmaster and he said Neville's been transferred."
"Transferred? To where?" Harry inquired.
"I don't know. I don't think he could tell me."
"Why not?" Seamus asked.
"Because I think Neville's grandmother told him not to," Ron said. Draco snorted.
"Right, I'm sure that she said specifically 'Do not give Ron Weasley any information regarding the whereabouts of my grandson or I will come after you with my enormous handbag'," he replied. Harry shot him a warning look. "Well, don't you think that it's a bit extreme to move Neville to another school simply because she has something against idiots with red hair?"
"I'm going to hurt you," Ron said lunging at Draco.
"Cut it out," Harry said, grabbing his shirt and pulling him back. "Draco does have a point."
"Thank you."
"Except for the idiot part. You're not an idiot."
"You're an imbecile."
"Draco."
"What?" he asked innocently. Harry rolled his eyes.
"Anyway, what makes you think that this had something to do with you?" he asked Ron.
"Well, one day he's here. His grandmother sees us kissing and then he's gone. You figure it out."
"Just a hop, skip, and a jump to a conclusion," Seamus said, raising an eyebrow.
"Exactly. This could have nothing to do with you," Draco remarked.
"Why is *he* here? Is my life not bad enough as it is?"
"Recent events have made it impossible for Draco to stay in the Slytherin dorms," Harry replied.
"Like?"
"Crabbe's a spy for Voldemort and he knows I'm not on his side," Draco said.
"So?"
"So? I thought I'd just hang around and wait to get killed in my sleep."
"Sounds good to me."
"Ron!"
"I miss Neville already," Seamus sighed.
*
Neville was absolutely miserable. He had been sent to Beauxbatons. He hated it. Everything gleamed and was overdone in a way that was uniquely baroque. The people here looked at him like he was some sort of alien. In a way, he was, but did that mean they all had to stare at him like he had grown another head? "What?" he snapped to the boy sitting across from him. The boy's brown eyes went wide. "Why does everyone keep staring at me?"
"It's unusual for students to transfer here from Hogwarts," he replied in heavily-accented English.
"I didn't ask to be here."
"We know and that is why we stare."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Is it true that your grandmother walked in on you and your lover in bed?" the boy asked excitedly. Neville's mouth dropped open.
"Where did you hear that?" he asked once he recovered the power of speech.
"Claudette. She handles the papers," he gestured to a girl at another table, who was tossing her red hair and laughing at something. Neville felt a lump in his throat. Red hair. "Is it true?"
"What's your name?" Neville asked him.
"Nicki."
"Nicki. I'm sorry about before. There are just places I'd rather be."
"That is understandable."
"To answer your question- no, that's not true." He laughed at the obvious disappointment on Nicki's face. "We weren't in bed at the time. She caught us afterwards." Nicki smiled.
"Sometimes our parents are not the most understanding," he said.
"Tell me about it."
"Someday, perhaps I will," Nicki replied, glancing to his left. "Would you like me to show you around? It's easy to get lost here."
"Could you? I will regard you as my personal savior."
"That won't be necessary," Nicki laughed. It appeared that Neville had made a friend.
"Another owl," Nicki said watching it swoop down and deposit a parcel in Neville's lap.
"And there it goes," Neville replied in French, which was rapidly improving under Nicki's patient eye. He sighed. "They never linger and I'm not allowed to use any of the school owls. Gran forbade it." A mischievous gleam appeared in Nicki's eye.
"One, two, three- Duck!" Neville ducked just in time to avoid getting eggs all in his hair as explosions went off at all house tables simultaneously.
"Nicki! You-"
"Prove it," was the reply. No one could do that. Nicki never got caught and he could've given Fred and George a run for their money.
"Use mine," Nicki said.
"Your what?"
"Owl."
"You don't understand. I'm not even allowed near the owlery. Every time I pass the staircase a suit of armor appears."
"Fine. Write your note. I'll use mine." Nicki grinned archly.
"You'd do that for me?"
"But of course. All for one and one for all," Nicki said, raising his glass in a mock salute. "God, I hate that book," he sighed, sipping his juice aristocratically while everyone else around him scrambled to clean up before class.
***
Comments, requests, threats? All are welcome.
Love,
J. Silver