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UnReasonable Reasons
"That
shit was from him, wasn't it!" yelled Harry running
into
Ann's room.
Harry was a little dazed. He had been in the girls' side
of
Gryffindor
tower, but never in one dorms. He was a little shocked
at
himself, but
more shocked that he'd found Ann's room. 'Lucky guess.'
He
told
himself.
"Yeah
it was. Why did he have to give that shit to me? I don't
want
it! And
everyone now knows that I have a rich father! So now their
all
gonna think
that I'm just some fucked up prep, whose a poser! What am
I
gonna do! I'm
not a fucking prep! And I sure as hell am not a poser!
None
of them will get why I hate.him." Ann replied
"Don't
worry; Uncle Jesse would never hurt you! You're his
daughter!
So what
if he's a death eater. No one here knows that! And you sure
a
bloody hell,
better not be a prep, I would never want to lose my
skater
cousin,
your sister is preppy enough for the both of you! The fact
that
you're rich
doesn't really matter, or at least it shouldn't. I mean,
take
me for
example. It's our sixth year, right? Well, everyone got over
the
fact that I'm
'Harry Potter- the boy who lived' in the second year. Or
at
least all the
boys stopped caring so much, the girls, well.they." Ann
cut
him
short.
"They,
my dear cousin, to put in European terminology, fancy
you
like there's
no bloody tomorrow! But what if they do care and don't let
me
forget it? And what about that damned forsaken note? 'Hopefully
see
you this
summer'! What the hell is that supposed to mean?
My
father.Jesse,
doesn't have custody over me, so Voldermort sure as
hell
doesn't! What
the hell am I supposed to do? If any of them find out that
I
have a death eater for a father the Gryffindors' will throw my
into
Slytherin! I
mean snakes are cool and all, and sure I'm a Parsletounge
and
all, but I never really liked Slytherin that much!" Ann was
worried
again.
"Don't
worry, no one will find out that your father is a
death
eater, so no
one will know that you know Voldermort, I mean, come
on,
exactly how
many ways could there be to resurrect a person, I've
messed
up his
bloody plans five times!" exclaimed
Harry.
"Your.your.you.Him.but.father.how
the.who wrote.!" Kristine was
stuttering,
while she stood in the
doorway.
'Shit,shit,shit,shit,shit,shit,shit,shit,shit,shit,shit,shit,shit,shit,shi
t,shit,shit!
What am I gonna do! Think Ann, think! I know' Ann
thought.
"Promise
to never, ever, swear on you life-to not tell anybody so
long
as your body, sprit, or soul lives!" Ann asked
her.
"Ann,
don't tell anyone, you were just saying," Ann cut him
off.
"Do you
swear Kristine?" Ann asked again.
"I
swear." Replied Kristine.
"Good,
meet me by the lake in twenty minutes."
"Lake-twenty
minutes-got it, bye until then." Kristine left.
Harry
tried to put Ann into a full body bind but it didn't work
and
it bounced off
her a hit one of the five beds in the dorm.
"Why
did you try to put a body bind on me?"
"Why
didn't it work?"
"Harry
I hung out with Voldermolt until I was ten, I knew
magic,
dark magic
included, before I was seven, I had a wand when I was
four,
now you tell
me why that little hex of yours bounced off me."
"Because
your M.C.L. is greater then most our age, and you know how
to
do a disarming charm without a wand."
"And
because I'm a class seven mediwitch!"
"YOU
ARE!"
"Oh
please, like you didn't know! Why do you think I'm here?
Pickle
dicks
didn't have a mediwitch class, so they said I should come here.
I
don't need a
wand to tell someone is sick, or to do really anything.
The
wand is just
to keep up appearances. The Professors know, and of
course
Dumbledore,
along with a few select others, like my mother and
father,
and now
you." Harry was a more shocked then he was going to let
on.
"So are
you going to tell Kristine that? The whole school will
know
what you told
her by dinner, but I doubt that that will take that long.
Any
secret is only a secret if the people who it involves know, any
one
else knowing
and the whole school finds out. Plus she'll tell Candise,
who
in turn will tell Eric, who in turn will do one of two things,
keep
it to himself
and blackmail you with it when he wants something, when
he
finds out
you're here anyway, or he'll tell the entire school via
owl
post tomorrow
morning."
"No,
I am not going to tell her that I'm a mediwitch. But I want
her
to tell
Candise, and I want her to tell Eric! Because then he'll tell
the
school because
I told him, well I'd rather not go into it right now,
but
he'll
definitely tell the whole school, or at least have someone do
it
for
him."
"Now
why in the hell would you want every one to know that you
dad
is a death
eater!"
"Because
then they will all know that I'm not just some poser and
that
I really am a skater. And then they won't ask me where I know all
of
this stuff that
I shouldn't or at least couldn't know right now, because
of
how old I am!" Harry look really shocked. "Now, not to be
rude or
any thing
but leave, I want to be unpacked by dinner." Harry waved to
Ann
who smiled in
comparison. As an afterthought Ann called to Harry and
said
"What
dorm and floor is Eric on?"
Harry
figured that she just wanted to stop by and hex him to hell
so
he told her
"Level six, for sixth years, and dorm thirteen, it has
his
name above the
door like here in the girls' dorms." She smiled a
thank
you and
planed on dropping by for a "visit" later that day, if she
had
time.
After
that whole little escapade was over Ann walked out of
the
dorms and into
the common room. She saw the black mess of hair behind a
book
and every five seconds scribbling something sown a piece
of
parchment.
Harry was probably taking notes for the test he had
in
divination the
next day. She walked quietly out of the common room and
down
towards the Great Hall. She made sure to skip every other step.
She
was late for
her meeting with Kristine.
'I
have two choices' Ann thought to herself. 'I can either put
a
memory charm on
her, or tell her the truth. Or maybe I just won't tell
her
anything she doesn't ask about. Yeah, that's what I'll do!' Ann
got
to where
Kristine was sitting.
"I
don't want to ask questions, so just tell me
everything!"
Kristine
didn't seem Ann's lateness.
And
so Ann began with the truth.
"Ok,
well, my mother and father got divorced when I was three.
They
were greatly
in love but their love had one flaw, and that was that
my
father was, is,
a death eater. And the left hand man to Voldermort.
Anything
that he needs done either Jesse, my father, or Luc, I
mean
Voldermort's
other most faithful death eater!" Ann paused, she
didn't
want to be
giving any names away to anyone, incase they got into
trouble.
"Your
father is a death eater! And knows Vol.Vol.Him!"
Kristine
seemed
not to be able to say 'Voldermort' but many were still scared
to
say his name,
although they all thought he would be gone for good.
"Oh
very much so." Ann replied.
"Wow!"
"Yeah,
so anyway.for a while my mom knew that when my father took
my
sister or I,
that he was taking us to go hang out with Voldermort. And
for
quite a while she was cool with it. She didn't mind that
Voldermort
had a
rep and she just didn't seem to care too much. When I turned
three,
my sister
was two months away from being eleven. And that was when
my
mother told my
father that Meriamne, my sister, was moving here to live
with
my aunt, Madam Hooch, and to go to Hogwarts. My mother went here
and
wanted both my
sister and I to go here. Jesse didn't mind all too much,
in
fact he didn't care at all. My sister never wanted to do
anything
quote on
quote bad, and I did. Both Jesse and Voldermort liked me
for
that. When I
was four I got my wand, and also started to learn the
dark
arts. Well,
learn them better anyway. I practiced the 'killing curse'
on
spiders and any
other insect my father would let me kill. I never killed
a
human, or a mythological creature." Kristine butt
in.
"What is
a mythological creature?"
"It's
a muggle term for creature such as unicorns and
centaurs."
Kristine
nodded in understanding. "Yeah, anyway, I never killed
anything
but bugs.
I knew almost as much a death eater when my mother decided
to
say that I
couldn't see my father any more. He had a fit, saying that
it
was my choice
and I should be able to go if I wanted. We haven't seen
each
other since I turned ten. But we still write and stuff, so
it's
cool. But
when I turned eleven, and got my letter, I knew everything
that
was expected
of me, so I took this big ass test of everything that I
would
be leaning, of course I passed, then again anyone with half a
brain
could pass a
Pickle Dicks test." Kristine butt in again.
"Sorry
to interrupt, but your school was named 'Pickle Dicks'?"
"No,
but it should have been. It's real name is Fickle Mics, yet
the
head master
was a prick, so the student body started calling it
Pickle
Dicks, and
even the Head boy and girl did."
"Bloody
hell, that's ingénues!"
"Oh,
why thank you. But yeah, I took the test, passed, of course,
and
stayed in the
sixth grade. See muggle's don't have year's, they have
grades
and so, yeah. So I got to stay with my friends and my
boyfriend.
Little
did I know that my boyfriend's mother was a witch. So when he
got
his letter, he
left middle school, and went to Pickle Dicks. Then, for
my
second year, I
went to school, only to find out that the asshole
was
cheating on me
and was with the school slut. Well, she wasn't really a
slut,
and when she found out that he was cheating on her, she slapped
him
really hard in
front of the entire school at dinner. And she and I
became
best
friends. I got sorted and was put into Kix, which was the same
house
as her and
our former boyfriend, he stayed away from us. But then,
half
way threw
sixth year, I moved here. And was sorted into Gryffindor,
as
was my cousin,
and got that damned forsaken note, and it was, along with
all
the stuff, from Voldermort. I've met him, hung with him, talked
to
him about boys,
girls etc., and the only thing wrong with him is that
he
wants world
domination. Over muggles and magic alike. So that's why
I
didn't want to
tell you guys who wrote that note. And I guess now the
only
thing to do is ask you what you think about all of this." And
Ann
was finished.
She'd just gushed her heart out to a person she didn't
even
know, and she
thought to herself 'I'm betting everyone knows by dinner.
Oh
well.'
"Well,
I think that you have one bloody messed up life, but your
very
calm and
collected, so I think you really neat." Said
Kristine.
"Did
you just call me 'neat'!" questioned Ann.
"Yes
I did. Why?"
"European
terminology is hecka weird!"
"Um.ok.
I'm going back to the castle, see you at dinner."
Kristine
left. Ann
stayed on the rock she had been sitting on for about five
more
minutes, then
headed back to the castle herself.
When
she got into the castle, she went straight to the library
and
got 'Gem
Transfiguration, True or False' and was reading the part
about
why a gem
can be transfigured just before she ran into a certain
blonde
Slytherin.
Draco
Malfoy was the boy every girl, and even some boys,
wanted.
Unfortunately
for all of them, the git was going out with the pug
faced
Pansy
Parkinson. He never did anything even remotely boyfriendish
with
her, so when
ever she wanted to kiss him, weather it was with or with
out
her tongue
involved, she would simply run up to him and do it.
Draco
absolutely
hated it, and was only going out with her because she was
a
pureblood and in
Slytherin, and therefore one of two girls his father,
Lucius
Malfoy, would let him date. No, not let him date, made him
date.
The other
only girl who was up to standers was Erika Lockhart,
daughter
of
Gildory Lockhart, who got his memory back three months before
his
daughters
sixth year, she was overjoyed with the news of her father,
but
to Lucius
Erika was a mudblood lover, and that was just to
unacceptable.
Draco
often complained that if he could just go out with her he
would
change her
mind about mudbloods, but his father didn't want to
disgrace
the
Malfoy name, by the Daily Prophet hearing that a Malfoy was going
out
with a
mudblood loving Lockhart. It wasn't the name that Loucius
hated,
because not
only did the name have very much popularity and also
more
money the the
name of Malfoy, but that the name loved mudbloods, and
he
just wouldn't
have it!
If either
Ann or Draco had been paying any attention to anything
around
them they would have noticed the other. Fortunately for them,
they
weren't.
Draco had just won his fight with Seamus about which house
was
better, Draco
finally won by putting a body bind upon Seamus until
he
agreed that
Slytherin was the better of the two houses. He had
just
turned around
when, SAMCK, he ran right into Ann. But like I said,
he
didn't know it
was her, and thought it was his pug faced girlfriend. So
he
started to kiss her, and ended up snogging her.
Now
Ann was reading her book when she ran into Draco. She didn't
even
notice she
ran into someone until the strange lips of the boy met
hers.
And then
well, you know. And when Ann realized just what was
happening
she was
in just a squidge to much shock to stop him, that is, if she
had
wanted him to
stop. So there they were, in the middle of the hall on
the
first floor,
snogging as if there was no tomorrow. And neither wanted
to
stop, neither
cared about anything around them for that particular
moment
in time.
So, when the oh so pug-faced Pansy Parkinson walked off of
the
staircase
leading to the dungeon, and found her boyfriend, whom she
was
obsessed with,
kissing someone who wasn't her, and had absolutely
no
disregard for
whom ever might see, she was, how you say,
lividly
pissed!
She
walked right up from behind Draco, tapped him on the
shoulder.
'Whoever
is interrupting this oh so bloody wonderful kiss, better have
a
bloody good
excuse!' is exactly what Draco was thinking!
"WHAT
THE HELL DO YOU THINK
YOUR
DOING?"
Pansy screamed, and anyone who
wasn't
interested before, sure as hell was now! "WHY THE BLOODY HELL
WERE
YOU KISSING A
BLOODY SLUTTY GRYFFINDOR?"
"Stop
yelling! And how in the bloody hell do you know she's
in
Gryffindor!
She's wearing muggle clothing! She doesn't even look
like
she's in a
fucking house! And so what if I'm kissing her, that's what
you
get for
running up to me all bloody day and snogging me, when I
don't
even know
you're going to! I thought it was you, you idiot!"
Draco
replied. He
was equally pissed, but only because Pug Pansy was
yelling
and the
whole school could probably hear her screaming. 'Oh this is
just
bloody great,
why in the hell do I have to be going out with this pug
faced
bimbo?' Draco thought to himself. He had planed to break up
with
Pansy after
dinner, despite what his father thought of the idea. Now
he
could do it
sooner. 'Now I only have to wait for the perfect timing.'
He
kept
thinking.
"Fine.
Yeah. Uh huh. Sure. Try and get your self out of this
one
Malfoy!"
Pansy smirked. 'Perfect timing! And look Potty and co. are
here
to, this will
make the pug pay!' He thought as Harry, Ron, and the
boys,
along with
Hermione, Kristine, and the girls, came walking down
the
second floor
staircase headed out to the Quidditch Pitch. They
stopped
upon
hearing Pansy screaming and Draco talking quietly, but loudly
enough
for them to
hear him.
"Easy."
Said Draco, " We're through! This is it! Hopefully I won't
be
seeing you
around!" Pansy ran away crying her eyes out,
mumbling
incoherent
sentences the entire time. Harry saw that Ann
looked
overwhelmed
with the scene around her, so he walked up to her.
"Hey,
what happened? Why was Parkinson yelling?" Harry asked
Ann.
"That
dude and I macked, 'cuse neither of us was paying attention
to
where we were
going, and I guess he has, or at least had, a girlfriend.
Who
was livid about the whole thing." she replied.
Just
before Harry could reply, Draco walked over. "Shove off
Potter.
I need to
talk to her."
"Do
you even know who she is?" Harry asked him.
Really
and truly Draco didn't know who the girl was. 'Bet Potter
just
wants to
insult me so he can finally get a bloody girlfriend.
Well
today's his
unlucky day, she's mine.' Draco thought. "No, Potty, I
don't.
Seeing how
I snogged her, I came over here to find out the name of
the
girl who
kisses like none I've kissed before. So, may I be graced
with
the knowing
of your name?" Ann was going to burst laughing if he said
one
more
sentence.
"My
name is Ann Marie, but my friends call me Ann. And please tell
me
that I didn't
mack an idiot, because if you keep taking like that I
bust
with
laughter!"
"I'm
afraid, cuz, that you did mack an idiot!" Harry told
Ann.
"And I'm
afraid not. I was being polite, but if you really are
Harry
Potters'
cousin then, I can understand where you wanting to laugh
comes
from. And
what, exactly, did you mean by 'mack'?" Draco
said.
"Uh.I
don't.uh.what got your ex so pissed?" Ann gave her best shot
at
explaining it
to him, hoping that she was successful.
"Oh,
you mean snog, wait a bloody second, your American!" Draco
shut
up then, not
wanting to seem like a ditz. He thought American girls
were
great.
'European girls are fine, but American girls, my god where is
my
sanity?' Draco
thought, gazing upon Ann.
"Yeah,
I am American, and you're European, but what the hell is
your
name screw
boy?" Ann smugly replied.
"Not
someone you need to know Ann." It was Eric. Ann didn't want
to
see him, or
have him tell her what to know or not. 'Ever since we
lost
our virginity
together, he's acted like he's my freaking keeper! Screw
him,
I'll know who I want!' Ann thought to herself. It was true, Ann
and
Eric had lost
their virginity together, but ever since, Eric was a
complete
prick to her.
"Eric,
my dear loving friend, go to hell, I'll know who I wish!
So,
who are you
again?" the last part Ann directed toward Draco.
"Mine
name is Draco Malfoy." He said.
"Nice
to meet you Draco Malfoy. Wait- your Draco Malfoy, son
of
Loucius Malfoy!
I know you father, he owes me fifty galleons, from a game
of
poker!" said Ann, now a little surprised at who it was she
kissed.
"My
father owes you fifty galleons? Not like him at all. In any
case,
I am a
Malfoy and would gladly pay you back for him, but my money is
in
my room, if you
would like to join me, while getting it, I wouldn't mind
at
all." Said Draco, with something else on his mind. Ann had the
same
exact
thought, and Eric quickly noticed the spark in their eyes as
they
made an
excuse to be alone together.
"She
can't. She isn't allowed! She is a Gryffindor and you're
a
Slytherin,
Gryffindor's aren't allowed in the dungeon's remember!
It's
against the
rules!" Eric really didn't want them to have a snog
session,
especially
since he knew that's what was going to happen. Ann didn't
like
being told
that she wasn't allowed to do something. 'There strikes
the
prick again!'
she thought.
"Eric.
Think about something for me, will you. Weather I'm
supposed
to do
something or not, if I want to am I going to, even if it can,
and
most likely
will get me into trouble, if I get caught?" This was
a
rhetorical
question but he answered anyway.
"Of
course you'll do it. Because you don't give a bloody damn
about
the rules,
now do you Ann."
"Of
course I don't give a damn about the rules. But if I
remember
correctly,
at a certain point in time, you didn't care too much
either,
now did
you!" Eric didn't reply, so Draco led Ann toward the
Slytherin
common
room.
Once
Draco and Ann were in the common room they started
snogging
without
any regard to the fact that the Slytherin Head of House
was
sitting on the
black leather couch, watching the scene unfold before
his
very eyes. It
disgusted him to see his niece with the infamous Malfoy,
so
he put a stop
to it.
"Draco.
Ann." Snape said in his drawling voice. The two
stopped
immediately
and looked at him. Ann went completely red. 'Only thought
the
weasel could
turn that shade' thought Draco
'Oh
no, not my uncle. This is great. Now not only will I get into
trouble
for being
here, I'll get into trouble for getting caught macking
Draco,
could life
get worse?' Ann was thinking.
"There
are two things I think the two of you should know. One, I
do
not permit
snogging in my common room. Private dorms, is,
however,
permitted.
And two," Draco just knew he was going to get it for
bringing
a
Gryffindor into the dungeons. He just hoped Snape didn't kill him
for
his father. "I
don't like seeing my niece snogging in general." Snape
had
a warm smile
on his face, whereas Draco looked horridly confused.
"Draco
and I were just going to his room to.er.his father owes
me
money.and he
was.er.going to give it to me?" Ann was losing a
very
obvious
battle of lying and telling the truth. "So.er.uh.uh.oh
please
don't tell
my mom! Uncle Snape you remember being a teen once, right.
I
know your life
was dedicated to becoming a Potions master as well as
a
Defense against
the dark arts teacher, but hey one is better then
none
right.?"
She pleaded.
"Don't
worry, I won't tell your mother. And no, Draco, I will
not
kill you for
your father, although he may disapprove you breaking up
with
Parkinson, I
do not. You seem forget that I have mastered Legilimency,
and
so you looking me in the eyes has done you no justice. I do hope
that
the things I
saw were dreams, not memories." Draco's eyes widened
in
shock. Ann,
however, was the first to speak after the long silence.
"And
you tried to get into my mind; little did you remember that
you
taught me
Occlumency! With such knowledge, please stay out of my
mind."
Ann
smiled, and she knew that her uncle was flustered on the
inside,
because
she too, was a master, rather, had mastered Legilimency.
"You
two may continue where you left off, in Draco's dorm!"
Snape
said with
the straightest face he could muster. Ann smirked at
her
uncle's
reaction.
Ann ran
up to her uncle, gave him a hug and walked back over
to
Draco. She
pushed him to lead the way, he didn't move.
"Yes,
he is my uncle, I have a big family. I'll explain later,
now
MOVE!"
Draco walked very quickly to his dorm, Ann following
him.
When they got
to his room he was very flustered. "I have to
questions!
One is Snape really you uncle?" Draco asked.
"Yes,
he is my uncle." Ann replied.
"And
two, who else are you in relation to?"
"Uh.well.do
you really want to know?"
"Yes.who
else is it?"
"Well,
ok, I'll tell you. Snape is my uncle by relation to my
father.
He's his
brother. Harry Potter is my cousin; his mother married
my
mother's
brother. Madam Hooch is my mother's sister, therefore my
aunt.
And
Professor McGonagall is my great aunt, because she's my
grandma's
sister,
but I just call her aunt. So basically I'm related to three of
my
teachers, and a
classmate. So, uh, yeah."
"Potter
is really your cousin?"
"Yeah
he is."
"Wow,
bet it'll burn him when he realizes that we had our own
little
snogging
session."
"Well,
um.ok!" Draco pulled Ann to him and then onto his bed. The
two
kissed and
snogged and fumbled around for a little while, and then
Draco
managed to
get on top of Ann and stay there.
"Ha-ha,
I've got you exactly where I want you!" Draco
smiled.
"Oh
do you now? How do you know that that is where I want you!"
Ann
said
teasingly. Ann and Draco messed around for a while, Ann took off
her
sweatshirt and
Draco took off his robes. They were both wearing
muggle
clothing.
So it went, Ann on top of Draco, Draco on top of Ann.
It
continued that
way for an hour and a half. When Draco looked at his
watch
and noticed
that if they didn't hurry they'd be late for dinner.
"Oops!"
Ann told him with a smile.
"As
if Dumbledore will accept 'oops!'! Come on Ann, we're going to
be
late."
Draco replied.
"Hold
on." Ann got her wand. "Gryffindorious robeious" just
like that
a
Gryffindor robe appeared where Ann's clothes had been just ten
seconds
before.
(A/N her cloths were on her BODY when she changed them
into
robes!)
Ann
and Draco walked to the Great Hall. Ann looked at the
Gryffindor
table,
then the Slytherin, then back to Draco, who was looking at
her.
She said to
him "I think I'll sit with you guys instead of them,
ok?"
"Yeah,
ok, I don't mind." Replied Draco.
Ann
had decided that she would be questioned less if she sat with
a
different table.
She sat next to Draco and he gave her a silent applause,
as
the whole hall seemed to be quiet. The whole hall, so it seemed,
was
looking at Ann
with great curiosity, even the professors!
"Why
the hell are you sitting here!" Pansy snapped.
"Because
I want to be-and maybe if you'd shut up long enough to
think,
you'd know
that!" Ann replied sharply. Pansy didn't say much after
that.
'Wonder what
the professors are thinking?' Ann thought.
As
if she read her mind McGonagall stood up from behind the
teachers
table and
walked over to where Ann was sitting with the Slytherins.
"May
I have a
word with you?" she asked.
'Well
you just did!' Ann thought, but stood up and held her
arm,
indicating to
go away from the table. "Something wrong?" asked
Ann,
trying to
look innocent.
"Well,
sorry but no. You do know that your house table is on the
other
side of the
hall, correct?" McGonagall asked.
"Yes
I do, why?" replied Ann.
"Ok,
would you care to tell me why you are sitting with
the
Slytherins, if
you are not lost I cannot assume any other reason for
a
Gryffindor to
sit at that particular table."
"Well,
Jesse, you do remember him-right-yeah well, anyway, I
met
Loucius
Malfoy, and came here and met his son, Draco. I was hanging
out
with him for a
while, so I stayed with him instead of going back to
my
table, so as to
avoid conflict from Mr.Playerstine, who happens to seem
to
think he's my keeper!"
"Yes,
well, tomorrow you need to sit with the Gryffindor's,
alright,
good!
I'll see you later." McGonagall's last remake was one of 'you'll
do
it or else'
type of tomes, but Ann disregarded it and went to sit
back
down with the
Slytherins.
The
hall seemed to be in its' normal tone again; loud
chitter-chatter
about
anything and everything. As Ann sat back down Draco kissed her
on
the cheek and
then whispered "Will you go out with me?" in her ear.
She
looked at him
and gave him a brief kiss on the lips as a yes. Ann,
Draco,
and
everyone around them sat in what seemed to Ann and Draco to be
the
longest and
loudest silence they had ever been associated with!
After
they were
done eating, the two got up, and hand in hand walked out
the
door, noticing
all of the side-ways glances from other houses and
their
fellow
students.
After
Draco and Ann had gone through the doors the Slytherins and
the
Gryffindor's
both looked sick, and for once they all agreed upon
one
thing, a
certain Malfoy should NOT be going out with a
particular
transfer.
Eric looked disgusted, and Harry was purple.
"He
can't be going out with her! How the fuck can they be
together!
Bloody
hell! How can she even think Malfoy is cute?" Eric
was
really,
meagerly jealous of Malfoy, and anyone who couldn't tell
needed
to be
admitted to St.Mounges for lack of common sense, and one hell of
a
lot of brain
damage!
A/N
Ok guys, I'm sorry but there is more. It just would take me much
too
long to get it
all on the computer, so this is what I uploaded. Hope
that
you like it,
I really hope that Kristina can get who the note is
from,
because
Kristina-you should have gotten it at school when I said that
no,
it was not
from her father! So yeah, hope you like it, I'll try
to
upload the next
chapter this weekend but I make no promises! Thanks to
all
my reviewers, you guys were great, hoped you stick with me till
the
end of this
mayhem!
