Chapter 10
After that, whispers and rumors began to circulate. Lily was, supposedly, pregnant with a child that *I* had fathered, which was again *supposed* to explain for her paleness and bad health. Another rumor claimed that *I* was in *love* with Lily (have you *ever* heard anything more preposterous?), and had decided to turn from my evil, blasphemously Slytherin-ways.
Honestly. You'd think Hogwarts students would have better imaginations. My imagination, on the other hand, was working perfectly. I made up one silly lie about a dare and Confundus Charm, and all those whispers stopped. Gullible little fools.
I thought I'd managed to convince everyone that there was absolutely *nothing* between me and Lily. Yes. Well. Maybe *not* everyone.
Severus kept giving me strange looks whenever my gaze just *happened* to drift towards the Gryffindor table (which, I might add, was behind me). Since then, I'd made it a habit to move my goblet to the left, away from him. He *was* rather good at brewing Veritaserum.
It was Defense Against the Dark Arts, and that detestable professor was droning on again about Aurors. Frank Longbottom (Niles Longbottom's twin brother) was listening intently. So intently, in fact, that he leaned too far ahead and fell down face first on the floor. The entire class laughed. Even Longbottom joined in. I rolled my eyes. Was I surrounded by fools? Anyone else would have thought that as a blessing, but *I* thought it was an insult to my intelligence.
Sometimes, no, make that *every* time we had a Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson, I just wanted to strangle that professor. He had this annoying habit of rubbing his arms, and I *did* get easily annoyed by the smallest things. I still do.
Those Giggly Gryffindor Girls were gossiping so loudly, I wondered why they weren't given detention. Even I, who sat as far as humanly possible from them, could hear what they were talking about. I was debating in my head what they did more, giggle, or gossip. If they gossiped more, then I would start calling them the Gossipy Gryffindor Girls. So many choices--
"And she was all pale and white, and Bella had to wake her up--"
"What happened next?"
"Oh do be quiet, I was just about to say--"
"All right, all right..."
"See, look, you've done it again. Now were was I?"
"Bella woke her up. . ."
"She started to shake, and you know how Lily never cries, even that time we had all those heart to heart talks and confessions? Well, she did last night. She said--"
"What did she say?"
"Will you *stop* interrupting? She said--"
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, I'll stop--" Golda looked vaguely hurt.
"She said she saw someone die." Gayle, the narrator of this strange tale, had tried to make this ending sound ominous. It didn't have the desired effect.
"That's it?" Golda and Georgette chimed in flatly.
"What? What do you mean, 'That's it'?"
"It's just a dream."
I didn't bother to listen to the rest of their conversation. No wonder Lily hadn't been able to sleep that night. Who wanted to dream of death? It was worse than having a miniature Trelawney buzzing around in your head. But it was only a dream, of course. Fate did *not* exist. We carve our own paths. I repeated it in my head throughout the lesson, like a mantra. Strangest thing was, that didn't make a difference at all. I didn't believe it anymore.
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A/N: Our dear Mr. Malfoy has now decided to keep a. *cough* closer watch on me.
*"ouch!"*
Okay, that was him. Yes, poking my back with his wand. Honestly you'd think he'd take care of the person writing his bloody life story, but noo, he -
*"ouch!"*
*wrestles for the keyboard*
*"give it back!"*
This is Lucius Malfoy speaking. Filthy little muggle contraption this is. A Contuter? Muggles think up the worst names.
*"COMPUTER, Lucius, computer"* Yes, whatever. A computer. Now, to you readers, Review now, or I'll curse your families into oblivion and ----
*"WHAT??! Lucius, give me that--"* It's me again, the AUTHOR, *"no Lucius, not Auror, AUTHOR, don't worry"* Excuse him for threatening you all like that, but he *has* gone rather violent. Just ignore him *experiences another poke from the much hated wand* Just review and ---
*"Ouch!!"* review please, or else he---
*"Ouch! Quit it NOW!"* Bwahahaha. It is I, Lucius Malfoy again. Review!!! Or else.. *evil cackle*
Neni Potter-You're all right, for a Potter *is smacked with modem* I'm back. Me, the author : )Thanks for reviewing! I didn't really get it from the Practical Magic movie, but I was watching *another* one of Sandra's movies, The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood, and they did the same thing, and (tons of 'ands' in this sentence, teehee) while I lay awake that night, thinking up ideas, I thought it up, mudblood's blood and all : )
Addy---thanks for reviewing! Lucius Malfoy forever! *Lucius, reading over my shoulder, smiles rather arrogantly, and Disapparates* *whew*
Glass-Bead---Thanks for reviewing! : ) I love your story!!!
Anyway, I already have the next chapter ready, and the one after that, and the one after that. I'm a bit lazy when it comes to these things though, so I'll need a bit of initiative to upload them. That's right, reviews! : ) *in a Trelawney-like misty voice* I predict fluff. mush. in.*gasp* chapter 13? Chapter 13.
After that, whispers and rumors began to circulate. Lily was, supposedly, pregnant with a child that *I* had fathered, which was again *supposed* to explain for her paleness and bad health. Another rumor claimed that *I* was in *love* with Lily (have you *ever* heard anything more preposterous?), and had decided to turn from my evil, blasphemously Slytherin-ways.
Honestly. You'd think Hogwarts students would have better imaginations. My imagination, on the other hand, was working perfectly. I made up one silly lie about a dare and Confundus Charm, and all those whispers stopped. Gullible little fools.
I thought I'd managed to convince everyone that there was absolutely *nothing* between me and Lily. Yes. Well. Maybe *not* everyone.
Severus kept giving me strange looks whenever my gaze just *happened* to drift towards the Gryffindor table (which, I might add, was behind me). Since then, I'd made it a habit to move my goblet to the left, away from him. He *was* rather good at brewing Veritaserum.
It was Defense Against the Dark Arts, and that detestable professor was droning on again about Aurors. Frank Longbottom (Niles Longbottom's twin brother) was listening intently. So intently, in fact, that he leaned too far ahead and fell down face first on the floor. The entire class laughed. Even Longbottom joined in. I rolled my eyes. Was I surrounded by fools? Anyone else would have thought that as a blessing, but *I* thought it was an insult to my intelligence.
Sometimes, no, make that *every* time we had a Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson, I just wanted to strangle that professor. He had this annoying habit of rubbing his arms, and I *did* get easily annoyed by the smallest things. I still do.
Those Giggly Gryffindor Girls were gossiping so loudly, I wondered why they weren't given detention. Even I, who sat as far as humanly possible from them, could hear what they were talking about. I was debating in my head what they did more, giggle, or gossip. If they gossiped more, then I would start calling them the Gossipy Gryffindor Girls. So many choices--
"And she was all pale and white, and Bella had to wake her up--"
"What happened next?"
"Oh do be quiet, I was just about to say--"
"All right, all right..."
"See, look, you've done it again. Now were was I?"
"Bella woke her up. . ."
"She started to shake, and you know how Lily never cries, even that time we had all those heart to heart talks and confessions? Well, she did last night. She said--"
"What did she say?"
"Will you *stop* interrupting? She said--"
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, I'll stop--" Golda looked vaguely hurt.
"She said she saw someone die." Gayle, the narrator of this strange tale, had tried to make this ending sound ominous. It didn't have the desired effect.
"That's it?" Golda and Georgette chimed in flatly.
"What? What do you mean, 'That's it'?"
"It's just a dream."
I didn't bother to listen to the rest of their conversation. No wonder Lily hadn't been able to sleep that night. Who wanted to dream of death? It was worse than having a miniature Trelawney buzzing around in your head. But it was only a dream, of course. Fate did *not* exist. We carve our own paths. I repeated it in my head throughout the lesson, like a mantra. Strangest thing was, that didn't make a difference at all. I didn't believe it anymore.
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A/N: Our dear Mr. Malfoy has now decided to keep a. *cough* closer watch on me.
*"ouch!"*
Okay, that was him. Yes, poking my back with his wand. Honestly you'd think he'd take care of the person writing his bloody life story, but noo, he -
*"ouch!"*
*wrestles for the keyboard*
*"give it back!"*
This is Lucius Malfoy speaking. Filthy little muggle contraption this is. A Contuter? Muggles think up the worst names.
*"COMPUTER, Lucius, computer"* Yes, whatever. A computer. Now, to you readers, Review now, or I'll curse your families into oblivion and ----
*"WHAT??! Lucius, give me that--"* It's me again, the AUTHOR, *"no Lucius, not Auror, AUTHOR, don't worry"* Excuse him for threatening you all like that, but he *has* gone rather violent. Just ignore him *experiences another poke from the much hated wand* Just review and ---
*"Ouch!!"* review please, or else he---
*"Ouch! Quit it NOW!"* Bwahahaha. It is I, Lucius Malfoy again. Review!!! Or else.. *evil cackle*
Neni Potter-You're all right, for a Potter *is smacked with modem* I'm back. Me, the author : )Thanks for reviewing! I didn't really get it from the Practical Magic movie, but I was watching *another* one of Sandra's movies, The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood, and they did the same thing, and (tons of 'ands' in this sentence, teehee) while I lay awake that night, thinking up ideas, I thought it up, mudblood's blood and all : )
Addy---thanks for reviewing! Lucius Malfoy forever! *Lucius, reading over my shoulder, smiles rather arrogantly, and Disapparates* *whew*
Glass-Bead---Thanks for reviewing! : ) I love your story!!!
Anyway, I already have the next chapter ready, and the one after that, and the one after that. I'm a bit lazy when it comes to these things though, so I'll need a bit of initiative to upload them. That's right, reviews! : ) *in a Trelawney-like misty voice* I predict fluff. mush. in.*gasp* chapter 13? Chapter 13.
