"MUDBLOOD!"
"BITCH!"
"SLICK HEAD! YOU FOWL LOATHSUM EVIL LITTLE COCKROACH!"
Malfoy stopped, "What?"
"YOU HEARD ME!" Lauren screeched at the top of her lungs.
"Who would have thought I would hear those words again, and in here, were I get filth on my robes! Or at least in this case, jeans," Malfoy thought to himself as he and Lauren walked into the lunchroom.
Malfoy did something so unpredictable to himself early in 6th year, and helped the Order. Yes, he was still the slim git that he always has been, and called everyone the worst word he could think of (Mudblood), but after seeing his Father taken away to Azkaban for such a worthless cause, he wanted to help. Not that he wouldn't like seeing Potty-head die a slow painful death, but he wanted to help defeat the mad…thing that drove his father insane. That is the one-sole reason alone, why he didn't join the Death-Eaters.
"Look, I'm sorry." He grinded beneath his teeth. It was best to keep a 'low profile' here. "Lauren I didn't mean to insult that…what did you call that Pumpkin-Man again?"
"HE IS THE COMPAION!" Lauren reached into her purse, and shoved a little Pumpkin-like person, action figure in front of his face. "Pet him."
Malfoy hated himself for trying to seek vengeance on his father. "LOOK AT WHAT I HAVE TO DO JUST TO PORVE TO YOU THAT I'M WORTH IT!" he though, as he pets the Companion. He hated having to act like he was being nice to the low muggles, but what made him even more sick was that the only reason he went up to talk to her, was because he thought she was 'hot'.
"She reminds me of what Pansy was like, before she got breasts, and slutty. When I actually liked her." Malfoy thought, he then scanned the caftria, seeing that he didn't know anyone to sit with. He then grinded threw his teeth again, "Do-you-mind-if-I-sit-with-you."
Lauren teased as her form of apology, "Now why would I let a mudblood as yourself sit with me?"
Malfoy's eyes bulged out in shook. He lowered his voice, "You're a witch?"
Lauren gave him an evil look, "What you think I look like a muggle, you bitch? Follow me."
"No." Malfoy finally met the one person he feared the most, who happened to be dead sexy.
The two walked over to Lauren's normal table, and Draco was getting a lot of addition from a lot of the other girls, who seemed to think that he was 'hot' himself. He didn't notice much, but he shout them he slick eye/smile look that he called, "The Drooler" in private. The he and Lauren were greeted by Emmi and Ron, who had just finished explaining about the Harry Potter books.
Ron spoke, "So you see, it was a biography on Harry. He signed up for it in 1st year with out knowing what he was getting himself into. Rita Skeeter was the main reporter, but she just got to far one day by saying that Harry liked Hermione. I knew that they were making them, but I thought they would come out after Harry's death."
"Well they've been out for a while. But that's not the point. So everyone in your world knows about them?"
"Everyone, but You Know Who."
"Why doesn't he know about it?"
"In the books does it say that he was witty and intelligent?"
Emmi nodded.
"Well he really isn't. He's a thick, crazy bat. The only reason we don't say his name is because we are embarrassed to have him as a wizard. But this time we think he's on to something. There has been a rumor going around that-"
"Greetings Burner!" Lauren said to Emmi (interrupting Ron) as she slammed the books on the fake wooden table. They instantly crashed unexpectedly to the floor.
"Hey Lau-rAn!"
"Ya! You playing?"
"Yep, you playin?"
"You got served."
"Screw you, Burner"
"Get the hair out of your eyes Ran."
"Yea."
"YEA!"
Ron blinked, "Did I miss something?"
"That's how we greet each other. Yes I know it's odd. But it's kinda to make fun of our, peers." Emmi said as she looked around the cafeteria to explain her point, which was well taken, as the table next to her was filled with jocks, trying to throw French fries into each other's mouths.
"You were saying Ron?" Emmi encouraged.
"I'm not RON, I'm GEROGE, remember?"
"Sorry, I like that name"
Ron felt his collar getting hot.
"Oh! I'm sorry for not introducing you all," Emmi jumped, as she just remember. She gestured to the long table filled with people. "Everyone this is George, he's new here at our hell hole. George, this is Minnie," a short girl with brown hair, who reminded Ron a lot of Hermione sat drawing on a notebook 'ELFS DIE! HOBITS RULE!' she bearly noticed him, she was to busy doodling. "Lance," a gangsta looking boy that had brown gelled hair and wore a fake innocent grin, "Jack," another short, brown haired guy that had the devil's glow in his eyes, "Shane," more of a punk looking boy in army pants. Emmi whispered, "He and Lauren have been going out since 2 weeks ago," specking at her normal tone, "And Mike. He moved here only a month ago from Virginia. He doesn't really talk much,"
"I don't?" Mike asked, he had sandy blonde hair, and had a face that reminded Ron of summer.
"Well not enough. And" she nodded to two other girls, "Millie," a crazy girl with brown hair and bright red lipstick, flipping franticly threw a sports magazine, looking for 'the Jeter guy with a hot butt,' "and Clea," a girl with bright brown eyes, fiddling with some ice-skates, as well as a picture of a boy intitled, 'my btch', "That's everyone."
Emmi looked over to Lance whose eyes were looking hazily across the room at Emmi's worst enemy Ivy, "Dude, what are you doing?"
Lance jumped, "Huh? No! Nothing! I, do you think I stand a change with her?"
Emmi groaned, "Lance not again! Really that girl is such a bitch! Ever since her boyfriend dumped her for what was rumored to be for me, when everyone knows Kyle dumped her to be with Cherri, who he was cheating on her with for nearly a month! But less then two weeks later they HAD to get back together, even though it wasn't the first time he broke her heart. She's been hovering down my back ever since!"
Lance shrugged, "Everyone has their days,"
"And yours just keep getting better. Lance I care about you and all, I just don't want to see you hurt. Kyle told me she's crazy, and obsessive. Why else would she hate my guts? She really thinks I had a thing with Kyle,"
"You know I love you, you're my best friend," Lance gave her a hug. They weren't going out, but he said it because he meant it. They were as good as brother and sister to each other.
"Tell that to the Poison." Emmi's face darkened, only for a second.
Ron was sitting in-between Jack and Emmi. "You know you look a lot like Ron Weasley, from the Harry Potter books," Jack said in an electrical voice, the way he was talking made his words run together, he seemed to be under a sugar high.
"So I've been told," Ron responded.
"I'm the Harry Potter King! Ask me anything about the books, and I'll know it. Damn Dan Radcliffe is so hot, he better have his shirt off in the 4th movie. How many sugars did I put in this coffee?"
Emmi saw the cup that Jack was drinking out of was pouring with sugar and she was starting to get annoyed. She had so many questions to ask Ron about his world that this pointless talk was getting in the way of what she wanted to know, "There's more sugar then coffee in it, Jack. Calm down." The coffee (sugar) cup swiftly, by its self went out of Jack's hand, and into Emmi's.
Ron shifted slightly closer to Emmi, "Thanks, er, I'm sure that will one day come in handy." Not sure what he was referring to.
Ron looked up, "Oh great" he thought as he noticed Malfoy sitting next to Lauren. "Hello Tom." Ron said coolly.
Malfoy saw Ron. He could have kicked himself! The only beautiful girl in the school of course had to have some connections with the Weasel! "George."
Lauren spoke up, "Oh, you two already know each other?"
Ron answered, "We went to school together."
"Fascinating."
Malfoy and Tom then went into there own conversation, while Shane looked at Malfoy evilly.
Ron whispered to Emmi, "Are you a witch?"
Emmi was taken back, "What do you mean? Like in your world? I don't think so; I was never offered to go to a wizarding school. Why do you ask?"
"I think you are, that coffee cup, and the wires, little things…Come with me." Ron reached out and grabbed her hand, and they ran out of the lunchroom.