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It Wasn't Unexpected
Summary: SEQUEL TO MARRIAGE TO A MALFOY Krystal and Michael are in their 5th year at Hogwarts and they still are as "polite" as they ever were to one another. Being in different Houses does not help the situation, but maybe Christmas can. R&R please!
Chapter Two:
Hogsmeade
"So what do you think?" Malcolm Whitlock asked, holding up a pair of glinting earrings that contained spheres filled with Pixie Dust. Krystal took a closer look at them and eyed the witch behind the counter.
"How much are these, again?" she asked curiously, blinking lightly.
"Twenty seven galleons and three sickles," said the witch, smiling broadly. Krystal raised her eyebrows and turned to Malcolm.
"The Pixie Dust in them is not real pixie dust, perhaps normal dust artificially coloured, I can't see how they would cost so much."
"What are you on about, girl? Of course it is real!" said the witch in bewilderment. She chuckled rather nervously, looking at the earrings in Malcolm's hands. "They are the finest, I assure you that. I'm a jeweler, I know this stuff."
"Apparently you never went to school either," said Krystal. "Pixie Dust is extremely heavy and these earrings do not weigh. Besides, it is extremely poisonous so it would eat away the glass or the crystal the sphere is made of. Come on, Malcolm; let's go to the store in the side." Malcolm placed the earrings on top of the counter and followed Krystal out.
"Alright, alright! I'll leave them at seventeen galleons, no less!" said the witch in surrender.
"Wonderful. He'll get them." Krystal smirked as Malcolm paid for the earrings.
Once outside, Malcolm turned to Krystal. "Why did you make me buy them if what you said was true?" At this, she smiled widely.
"It wasn't. She was just foolish enough to think it was. It is real Pixie Dust, after all. A few chosen words can make a huge difference, Malcolm, I've told you that. Besides, Grandfather Lucius showed me how to bargain with class," she said with a glint of satisfaction in her eyes. Malcolm laughed as Winnifred and Mariana came to a halt besides them.
"What so funny?" asked Winnie, fumbling with a bag of clothes she had undoubtedly spent the last hour trying on.
"Oh only pixie dust," said Krystal, checking her gift list. Her mother had sent a list of everyone she had to buy gifts from. There was only one more name at the end. "Potter?!" she exclaimed, making her friends jump.
"What about him?"
"I have to buy that scoundrel a gift?!" She thrust the list into their hands and they stared wide-eyed at it.
"You don't have to, Krys…"
"Oh yes I do… my family does the whole present exchange thing." She groaned, sitting on a snow-covered bank moodily and jolting right up because it was very cold and her backside got wet. "I hate family reunions! He isn't even part of my family!"
"So what are you going to buy him, princess?" asked Malcolm, tilting his head in curiosity. Mariana and Winnie giggled at each other at him calling her that. Krystal just glared at her two friends.
What was she going to buy him? What do you buy the boy you hate without having to resort to jinx it at the same time? She needed to think. The thing was that they were expecting her to buy him something and she'd have to give it to him in front of everybody, or at least all of her aunts, uncles, cousins, etc. She groaned inwardly and sighed. "I'll see what I'll do," she told Malcolm, Winnie and Mariana. "I just need to be by myself, I'll see you guys back at the castle." And saying this she walked off.
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Michael was sitting at a table in the Three Broomsticks, butterbeer in hand; numerous bags filled with packages and gifts lay on the floor next to him. He hated shopping. He hated crowds. He really did. He couldn't stand the noisy footsteps or the excited loud chatter of fellow schoolmates or things as such. Currently, he was alone; his friends having gone with their respective girlfriends to get a little private time by themselves.
Sighing softly, he took a swig out of his bottle and heard the entrance bell tinkle slightly as the door opened. Bright light came from the exterior, almost blinding him, but he squinted and could see a certain redhead come in. Oh great, he though, just what I need right now. He really wasn't up to having another row with her.
But it was too tempting.
However, he held his tongue and his feet and just contemplated her from afar. She seemed to be alone, and that was rather strange. He knew for a fact that Whitlock was planning to take her to Hogsmeade this weekend. But her life did not really intrigue him, though even now he wasn't too certain of that statement. They had stopped talking when they were still little because of something really very stupid, but they hadn't been civil to one another since, and they certainly weren't going to start to do so now.
His face was half-concealed by the shadows as he looked down again, folding his arms on the table and yawning. A voice brought his gaze up again. "Mind if I sit here? Every other table is full," Krystal said with a hopeful smile on her features. He signaled with his hand for her to sit and she did so, dropping her bags on her side. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," he said, peeking at her uncertainly. She winced to have a better look at him and comprehension dawned on her face. He raised an eyebrow; probably she hadn't recognized him in the shadowy pub.
"You!" she said, groaning in frustration. "Why are you everywhere that I am?!" she demanded.
"Nope. I was here first. So you followed me. You even asked to sit at my table, Malfoy." He half-glared at her. Her auburn hair was loose under her winter hat, which she hadn't removed and her cheeks were flushed from the cold outside. She held a glass of butterbeer in one hand and a sandwich in the other.
"Whatever." She began to eat in silence.
And silence was what reigned at the table for the time being. They didn't even look at each other. Then again, the childhood rivalry had always been there and would always remain. She took a glance at him and sighed softly, sipping her butterbeer. He wasn't looking at her, instead he was rummaging through his bags. "What do you want for Christmas, Potter?" she asked out of the blue.
"What?"
"I need to buy you a gift. Don't get your hopes up, it's not because I want to, they're making me. Tell me what do you want and I can get this over with."
"I don't want anything from you, Malfoy, so save your money," he retorted nastily and then stood up and left, but she stood up as well, following in his wake.
"Why is it that you always have to be so horrible to me?!" she demanded once they were outside, by some deserted park. He turned to her.
"Me?! Impossible to you?! Oh no, you have it all wrong, Miss Perfect! You're the one that thinks she's so high and mighty just because your surname is Malfoy!" he snapped at her, taking a few steps closer to her in his rage. She looked at him indignantly.
"Oh yeah?! And what about you?! Son of the famous Harry Potter who defeated the Infamous Dark Lord! You were practically born to be the center of attention, Potter!" she countered, breathing rather heavily.
"And you are so spoiled that if you don't get things your way everything is wrong with the world! Just because I get attention and you don't is no reason to be mean to me! I've tried to make things be easier for us, but you just won't let me! Just because of all your arrogance and pride!" he spat at her, looking at her as if he was disgusted by it.
"You were the one that stopped talking to me when we were younger—"
"Really! Let that go, Malfoy, we were naïve and immature by then!" he said moodily. That bothered him, that such a stupid reason was why she never liked him ever again.
"You're still naive and immature!" she spat at him with disdain. By now, each had gotten so close that they were yelling in each others faces. Both were breathing heavily.
"Am I really?" he asked, sealing the distance between them and kissing her. She gasped in surprise and dropped her bags. His lips were cold, as were hers. Her mind quickly blocked out all reason as he stood there pressing his lips against hers. When he pulled back, her mouth was slightly agape and she was blushed up to her ears. He was rather flushed as well.
SLAP!
She felt as her palm came in contact with his cheek. "Don't you EVER do that again, you prick! EVER!" She turned on her heel, picked up her things and stalked off, leaving him rubbing his cheek, smirking lightly.
"As you wish, your lowness, but you didn't push me back!" he yelled after her, his smirk growing wider.
"Go to hell!" she called back, huffing indignantly. But she knew deep down that he was right. She didn't push him back. And she knew the reason for it too. It was the same reason on why her pulse was beating faster now and why she tried to block every possible memory from it at the moment.
She had liked it.
A/N: Okay! Responses to reviews here!
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Madison27- Yeah he likes her, but he hasn't realized it yet. –winks- This chapter is foreshadowing enough. And I hadn't noticed he was so much like Draco, but hey, he's in Slytherin after all!
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ClumsyGrace- Who? Malcolm? Oh yeah, he's nice to Krystal, at least! But he isn't a real sweetheart.
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