Chapter 3: Impossibilities
Aquaria breathed in the October air deeply and slowly as she walked down the lanes, waving to some of her friends. She enjoyed being out alone sometimes--it gave her the time and space to think. Night was even better. Aquaria was going down a less populated, less residential street now.
"Oy! MacNamara! I want a word with you!" Aquaria turned around, a bit startled. She found Draco Malfoy storming up to her.
"What is it, Draco?" she asked quietly, hoping he wouldn't be so loud.
"Who the hell--wait a minute. Why do you keep calling me 'Draco'?" he spat angrily. Aquaria shrugged.
"Well it's your name, isn't it?" she answered like it was the obvious thing in the world.
"Your friends call me Malfoy," Draco told her, thinking that was all the explanation she'd need.
"I know. But what does that have to do with me calling you Draco?"
"Because we are not friends, and only my closest friends call me Draco. And as you are friends with Saint Potter of the Muggles and his crew, you are my enemy as much as they are!" he exploded. Aquaria looked at him for a second bewildered, and then laughed, walking off.
"MacNamara get back here; I wasn't done! And another thing, who are you to laugh at me?" Draco began following her again. This girl was impossible to get through to, and twice as hard to get a straight answer out of. He finally caught up with her.
"Call me Aquaria. Really, I hate using last names, it's so impersonal, I think," she said. "And Harry isn't the Muggles' saint...He's just not prejudice like you, and doesn't think Muggles are to be persecuted, which you do, that's all. And am I really your 'enemy'? I mean, come on, it's such a strong word, and you don't even know me," she finished, a coy smile playing about her lips. Draco stared skeptically at her. He had heard everything she had said, and was now trying to sort it all out. She had spoken so fast and had said so much, he was surprised she wasn't still talking now.
"And what if I don't call you Aquaria?" Draco folded his arms across his chest stubbornly. If he was anything, it was obstinate, even with his friends.
"Then I won't talk to you, since you seem to want to so badly," Aquaria said simply, imitating his stance. She gave him a smirk. They stared each other down a minute, Draco furious and Aquaria smug.
"You Gryffindors are all impossible," Draco growled.
"You Gryffindors are all impossible," Aquaria mimicked, copying his every move and trying hard not to laugh.
"Are you mocking me?" he asked disbelievingly and squinting at her.
"Are you mocking me?" she repeated him, scrunching up her nose at him. Draco resisted the urge to laugh at the face she was making.
"Shut up already!"
"Shut up already!" Draco sighed frustratedly and ran a hand through his hair. He didn't know how to deal with this because no one had ever done this to him. Draco glanced back over at Aquaria, who batted her eyelashes innocently at him, her hands clasped behind her back.
"Argh!" Draco yelled, throwing up his hand in surrender.
"So we're done?" Aquaria asked cheerfully.
"Yes. Yes, just get the hell away from me," Draco answered defeatedly.
"Right. Buh-bye asshole!" Aquaria responded, skipping off the other way.
"Hey! Remember who I am, MacNamara!" Aquaria, who was nearly halfway up the block, stopped and turned around slowly. Draco watched her, thinking she would probably be angry and try to attack him. "Well, as well as a Gryffindor girl could, anyways," he thought with superiority.
"My apologies, oh Royal Prince Draco, from you ever-so-loyal servant--wait, slave; you wouldn't pay me--Aquaria," she said in a mockingly respectful voice, curtsying exaggeratedly as well.
"Royal Prince Draco...has a nice ring to it... and you'll be my slave sooner or later," he said smugly. Aquaria looked him in the eyes unblinkingly a minute, then grinned and turned around, skipping back up towards the school. Draco watched her until she was out of sight.
"Quirky little thing she was...obviously fits in perfectly with Potter's posse," he snickered to himself. "But if she wasn't with him, I believe we might have actually become...friends," Draco secretly thought. But it's not a possibility, now is it? asked a nasty little voice in his head." No, I suppose not. Impossible," he answered it out loud. "Royal Prince Draco...someone's called me that before, I think." He started heading back up towards the school himself.
Aquaria breathed in the October air deeply and slowly as she walked down the lanes, waving to some of her friends. She enjoyed being out alone sometimes--it gave her the time and space to think. Night was even better. Aquaria was going down a less populated, less residential street now.
"Oy! MacNamara! I want a word with you!" Aquaria turned around, a bit startled. She found Draco Malfoy storming up to her.
"What is it, Draco?" she asked quietly, hoping he wouldn't be so loud.
"Who the hell--wait a minute. Why do you keep calling me 'Draco'?" he spat angrily. Aquaria shrugged.
"Well it's your name, isn't it?" she answered like it was the obvious thing in the world.
"Your friends call me Malfoy," Draco told her, thinking that was all the explanation she'd need.
"I know. But what does that have to do with me calling you Draco?"
"Because we are not friends, and only my closest friends call me Draco. And as you are friends with Saint Potter of the Muggles and his crew, you are my enemy as much as they are!" he exploded. Aquaria looked at him for a second bewildered, and then laughed, walking off.
"MacNamara get back here; I wasn't done! And another thing, who are you to laugh at me?" Draco began following her again. This girl was impossible to get through to, and twice as hard to get a straight answer out of. He finally caught up with her.
"Call me Aquaria. Really, I hate using last names, it's so impersonal, I think," she said. "And Harry isn't the Muggles' saint...He's just not prejudice like you, and doesn't think Muggles are to be persecuted, which you do, that's all. And am I really your 'enemy'? I mean, come on, it's such a strong word, and you don't even know me," she finished, a coy smile playing about her lips. Draco stared skeptically at her. He had heard everything she had said, and was now trying to sort it all out. She had spoken so fast and had said so much, he was surprised she wasn't still talking now.
"And what if I don't call you Aquaria?" Draco folded his arms across his chest stubbornly. If he was anything, it was obstinate, even with his friends.
"Then I won't talk to you, since you seem to want to so badly," Aquaria said simply, imitating his stance. She gave him a smirk. They stared each other down a minute, Draco furious and Aquaria smug.
"You Gryffindors are all impossible," Draco growled.
"You Gryffindors are all impossible," Aquaria mimicked, copying his every move and trying hard not to laugh.
"Are you mocking me?" he asked disbelievingly and squinting at her.
"Are you mocking me?" she repeated him, scrunching up her nose at him. Draco resisted the urge to laugh at the face she was making.
"Shut up already!"
"Shut up already!" Draco sighed frustratedly and ran a hand through his hair. He didn't know how to deal with this because no one had ever done this to him. Draco glanced back over at Aquaria, who batted her eyelashes innocently at him, her hands clasped behind her back.
"Argh!" Draco yelled, throwing up his hand in surrender.
"So we're done?" Aquaria asked cheerfully.
"Yes. Yes, just get the hell away from me," Draco answered defeatedly.
"Right. Buh-bye asshole!" Aquaria responded, skipping off the other way.
"Hey! Remember who I am, MacNamara!" Aquaria, who was nearly halfway up the block, stopped and turned around slowly. Draco watched her, thinking she would probably be angry and try to attack him. "Well, as well as a Gryffindor girl could, anyways," he thought with superiority.
"My apologies, oh Royal Prince Draco, from you ever-so-loyal servant--wait, slave; you wouldn't pay me--Aquaria," she said in a mockingly respectful voice, curtsying exaggeratedly as well.
"Royal Prince Draco...has a nice ring to it... and you'll be my slave sooner or later," he said smugly. Aquaria looked him in the eyes unblinkingly a minute, then grinned and turned around, skipping back up towards the school. Draco watched her until she was out of sight.
"Quirky little thing she was...obviously fits in perfectly with Potter's posse," he snickered to himself. "But if she wasn't with him, I believe we might have actually become...friends," Draco secretly thought. But it's not a possibility, now is it? asked a nasty little voice in his head." No, I suppose not. Impossible," he answered it out loud. "Royal Prince Draco...someone's called me that before, I think." He started heading back up towards the school himself.