Disclaimer: The characters and locations depicted in this story are creations of and belong to J.K Rowling (unless noted otherwise). I own only the plot.
A/N: Everyone who reviewed has been added to me TOTALLY FUCKING AWESOME list, even a certain reviewer who decided that all stories need to be exactly the same *hint, hint* *wink, wink*. You guys all ROCK!! And on with the crap! I mean… story! Yeah, that's the word!
Chapter Three
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!! I was going to be late. AGAIN!! Malfoy had decided that his morning routine took precedence over mine and had taken over the bathroom every morning since we had been forced to share living quarters.
This morning I had finally gotten into the shower before he had when he somehow cut off the water. I got out to see what was wrong and he locked me out of the bloody bathroom!! So I sat for another hour, rapped in a towel and hair sopping wet, waiting for him to finish primping. Honestly! The man took longer to get ready than I did!
When he finally came out of the bathroom there was ten minutes left until class, leaving me five minutes to dry and style my hair, apply makeup, get dressed, and get down to the Great Hall to grab a muffin and get to class. That was how it had been every morning for the past four days. I could not wait for the weekend.
I finally finished getting ready and was beginning to come out from behind the statue that guarded Malfoy and my living quarters when the statue jumped back in front of the fucking door. What the hell? I tried to move it so I could at least get back into my rooms, but it was stuck.
And of course I was stuck between the statue and the door in such a way that I could not really move really well. I couldn't reach into my pocket to get my wand, so I was literally stuck until someone came 'round and helped me. But of course Dumbledore put the head boy/girl quarters in some random remote part of the castle into which almost nobody ventured. Perfect.
So I waited. And waited. Occasionally I would yell, "help," or "can anyone here me?" when I thought I heard noise, but no one came. The words just sort of bounced eerily off the bare stonewalls creating a sort of echoing effect. It was more than a little creepy.
Finally, after several hours, I looked down at my watch. It was 11:45. Class had started at 8 a.m. I was seriously dead. Shit, piss, damn, crap, and all those other words.
I waited for what seemed to be several more hours, but was really only about fifteen more minutes. That's when I saw Malfoy round the corner. Oh, he was going to have fun with this one.
"Well, hello, Granger," he said conversationally. "So this is where you've been all day." Yeah, like he hadn't known already. Arse.
"Shove it, Malfoy."
"Sorry, I want to get into the common room." He said. He said our password and the statue jumped aside, leaving me to fall to the ground in surprise. Now why hadn't I thought of using the password? Malfoy went inside, leaving me crumpled on the floor. He really was an arse.
"Ow," I said as I got up. Being in one position for roughly five hours seemed to make one's muscles slightly cramped. I was going to have to go to that batty old woman, eh, I mean, lovely and talented nurse, Madam Pomfrey. Damn.
I went inside our common room to find Malfoy reading on the couch. "I'm going to the hospital wing." I said sullenly.
"Why?" he asked, sounding vaguely interested.
"Because I'm in pain, fuck wit." I said.
"Really?" he put down his book and looked up at me interested. Sadistic bastard.
"I'm not sadistic!" he said. Oh, shit! Had I said that out loud?
"Yes, you did. And I'm not a sadist." Shit, again! I needed to stop doing that.
"Sure you're not," I said.
"Whatever. Your queers were asking for you, by the way." (A/N: I have nothing against gays! One of my best friends is gay! Don't shoot me!) Why did he have to say it so insensitively? I don't think Harry or Ron minded being called 'queer', but it still sounded crude.
"Kind of odd how you know who I'm talking about." He said. Crap! Had I been speaking aloud AGAIN? How many times did that make THIS CONVERSTATION?
"No, you weren't thinking aloud. It's all over your face." Oh, well that was okay then. Wait… he could read my facial expression?! Never mind… it was worse.
"Oh, I'm not that bad." He said. ACK!!
"Right." I said. Think of a better come back, Dammit!
"Well, I best be on my way to class." He said. He put his book down and got up. "Coming?" he asked.
"I'll be along in a moment." I said. Wait; wasn't I going to go to the hospital wing? Oh, well I could go after class. But then that would take away from homework time. I definitely needed to get to the library to start that stupid report for Defence class…. I looked up. Malfoy was just standing there… staring at me… AGAIN!! What was with this guy?
"What?" I asked rudely. He seemed to snap out of a trance.
"Nothing," He said. "See you in class." He walked out the door. I sighed. And not to get my books. I went to my room and grabbed my book bag, shoving all the appropriate books into it. I started to go out the door when the statue stuck.
Oh, damn. Ow, ow, ow! Stuck between the wall and a statue… again. For the second time today. I tried saying the password and several spells. It didn't budge… again. Shit!
After being stuck in a similar position for the past five hours I had come to a simply marvellous conclusion. I tried to remind myself of it at this point. At least Malfoy couldn't stare at me here. As soon as the thought popped into my head he rounded the corner. He just had to ruin everything didn't he? He was damn lucky he was so hot.
Wait a second, did I think Malfoy and hot in the same thought. I must have been feverish!
"Professor LaRue sent me to get you." He said as though expecting me to move. Did he somehow miss the fact that I was pinned to the wall by a statue of a fucking pixie?
"Help?" I asked.
"Right." He muttered the password. "How did you get stuck anyway?" he asked.
"Not a clue." Though I had my suspicions. And judging by the incredibly sexy smirk not on his face, he knew how. "You know?" I asked.
"I couldn't begin to guess." He said. Yeah, right. I believed that. We walked in silence for several minutes. And then my leg started cramping up from being in the same position for so long.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said. Shut the fuck up! It hurts!!!
"Stop walking." He commanded. He kneeled down in front of me and lifted my skirt slightly. What?!
"What the hell are you doing?!" I demanded.
"Chill! I'm going to take the pain away." He said, sounding wounded. Oh, honestly! Did he really expect me to trust him after all the shit he pulled?
He muttered a quick spell and indeed the pain was gone. "Neat trick." I said.
"Yeah," he laughed. Draco Malfoy laughed in my presence. This was a moment to be remembered. I looked down at his face (for he was still keeling in front of me) and saw him smiling. Smiling!! Draco Malfoy doesn't smile! It's just wrong! My surprise must have shown on my face because he sobered quickly.
"Er… right." He said. "Let's get to class."
And so I learned something that day. I learned that Draco Malfoy was vaguely tolerable. You know, despite the constant staring, the taking up the bathroom every fucking morning and pining my under a statue for six hours in one day.
A/N: …yeah
A/N: Everyone who reviewed has been added to me TOTALLY FUCKING AWESOME list, even a certain reviewer who decided that all stories need to be exactly the same *hint, hint* *wink, wink*. You guys all ROCK!! And on with the crap! I mean… story! Yeah, that's the word!
Chapter Three
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!! I was going to be late. AGAIN!! Malfoy had decided that his morning routine took precedence over mine and had taken over the bathroom every morning since we had been forced to share living quarters.
This morning I had finally gotten into the shower before he had when he somehow cut off the water. I got out to see what was wrong and he locked me out of the bloody bathroom!! So I sat for another hour, rapped in a towel and hair sopping wet, waiting for him to finish primping. Honestly! The man took longer to get ready than I did!
When he finally came out of the bathroom there was ten minutes left until class, leaving me five minutes to dry and style my hair, apply makeup, get dressed, and get down to the Great Hall to grab a muffin and get to class. That was how it had been every morning for the past four days. I could not wait for the weekend.
I finally finished getting ready and was beginning to come out from behind the statue that guarded Malfoy and my living quarters when the statue jumped back in front of the fucking door. What the hell? I tried to move it so I could at least get back into my rooms, but it was stuck.
And of course I was stuck between the statue and the door in such a way that I could not really move really well. I couldn't reach into my pocket to get my wand, so I was literally stuck until someone came 'round and helped me. But of course Dumbledore put the head boy/girl quarters in some random remote part of the castle into which almost nobody ventured. Perfect.
So I waited. And waited. Occasionally I would yell, "help," or "can anyone here me?" when I thought I heard noise, but no one came. The words just sort of bounced eerily off the bare stonewalls creating a sort of echoing effect. It was more than a little creepy.
Finally, after several hours, I looked down at my watch. It was 11:45. Class had started at 8 a.m. I was seriously dead. Shit, piss, damn, crap, and all those other words.
I waited for what seemed to be several more hours, but was really only about fifteen more minutes. That's when I saw Malfoy round the corner. Oh, he was going to have fun with this one.
"Well, hello, Granger," he said conversationally. "So this is where you've been all day." Yeah, like he hadn't known already. Arse.
"Shove it, Malfoy."
"Sorry, I want to get into the common room." He said. He said our password and the statue jumped aside, leaving me to fall to the ground in surprise. Now why hadn't I thought of using the password? Malfoy went inside, leaving me crumpled on the floor. He really was an arse.
"Ow," I said as I got up. Being in one position for roughly five hours seemed to make one's muscles slightly cramped. I was going to have to go to that batty old woman, eh, I mean, lovely and talented nurse, Madam Pomfrey. Damn.
I went inside our common room to find Malfoy reading on the couch. "I'm going to the hospital wing." I said sullenly.
"Why?" he asked, sounding vaguely interested.
"Because I'm in pain, fuck wit." I said.
"Really?" he put down his book and looked up at me interested. Sadistic bastard.
"I'm not sadistic!" he said. Oh, shit! Had I said that out loud?
"Yes, you did. And I'm not a sadist." Shit, again! I needed to stop doing that.
"Sure you're not," I said.
"Whatever. Your queers were asking for you, by the way." (A/N: I have nothing against gays! One of my best friends is gay! Don't shoot me!) Why did he have to say it so insensitively? I don't think Harry or Ron minded being called 'queer', but it still sounded crude.
"Kind of odd how you know who I'm talking about." He said. Crap! Had I been speaking aloud AGAIN? How many times did that make THIS CONVERSTATION?
"No, you weren't thinking aloud. It's all over your face." Oh, well that was okay then. Wait… he could read my facial expression?! Never mind… it was worse.
"Oh, I'm not that bad." He said. ACK!!
"Right." I said. Think of a better come back, Dammit!
"Well, I best be on my way to class." He said. He put his book down and got up. "Coming?" he asked.
"I'll be along in a moment." I said. Wait; wasn't I going to go to the hospital wing? Oh, well I could go after class. But then that would take away from homework time. I definitely needed to get to the library to start that stupid report for Defence class…. I looked up. Malfoy was just standing there… staring at me… AGAIN!! What was with this guy?
"What?" I asked rudely. He seemed to snap out of a trance.
"Nothing," He said. "See you in class." He walked out the door. I sighed. And not to get my books. I went to my room and grabbed my book bag, shoving all the appropriate books into it. I started to go out the door when the statue stuck.
Oh, damn. Ow, ow, ow! Stuck between the wall and a statue… again. For the second time today. I tried saying the password and several spells. It didn't budge… again. Shit!
After being stuck in a similar position for the past five hours I had come to a simply marvellous conclusion. I tried to remind myself of it at this point. At least Malfoy couldn't stare at me here. As soon as the thought popped into my head he rounded the corner. He just had to ruin everything didn't he? He was damn lucky he was so hot.
Wait a second, did I think Malfoy and hot in the same thought. I must have been feverish!
"Professor LaRue sent me to get you." He said as though expecting me to move. Did he somehow miss the fact that I was pinned to the wall by a statue of a fucking pixie?
"Help?" I asked.
"Right." He muttered the password. "How did you get stuck anyway?" he asked.
"Not a clue." Though I had my suspicions. And judging by the incredibly sexy smirk not on his face, he knew how. "You know?" I asked.
"I couldn't begin to guess." He said. Yeah, right. I believed that. We walked in silence for several minutes. And then my leg started cramping up from being in the same position for so long.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said. Shut the fuck up! It hurts!!!
"Stop walking." He commanded. He kneeled down in front of me and lifted my skirt slightly. What?!
"What the hell are you doing?!" I demanded.
"Chill! I'm going to take the pain away." He said, sounding wounded. Oh, honestly! Did he really expect me to trust him after all the shit he pulled?
He muttered a quick spell and indeed the pain was gone. "Neat trick." I said.
"Yeah," he laughed. Draco Malfoy laughed in my presence. This was a moment to be remembered. I looked down at his face (for he was still keeling in front of me) and saw him smiling. Smiling!! Draco Malfoy doesn't smile! It's just wrong! My surprise must have shown on my face because he sobered quickly.
"Er… right." He said. "Let's get to class."
And so I learned something that day. I learned that Draco Malfoy was vaguely tolerable. You know, despite the constant staring, the taking up the bathroom every fucking morning and pining my under a statue for six hours in one day.
A/N: …yeah
