After several more death threats from Zaitzev and absolutely no work
getting done, I only had one class left: Transfiguration.
Obviously they had tried to go with the Gryffindor-Slytherin thing again, since EVERY sixth-year Gryffindor was in my class, probably trying to improve Inter-House relations or something stupid and pointless like that.
Those poor fools. You'd think they'd learn a thing or two after all this time. But they didn't.
Finnigan was sitting in front of me, and just as I was trying to set his hair on fire without him noticing, McGonagall strode in and started yelling at us. Us meaning the Slytherins, of course.
And the Gryffindors thought that she didn't favor them. Sure.
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That was pretty much how the rest of the first week passed. I soon came to learn several things. Every one of my classes-yeah, EVERY ONE- was with Granger.
I couldn't be particularly surprised by this fact, considering she was the smartest in the year and all, but I could still be annoyed by it. I think she was, too.
No, I know she was. However, she did her best to try to hide it. She did this mostly by losing herself in her innermost desires and fantasies, or so I can only assume.
Or maybe she just spent her time gazing adoringly at that copy of Playwitch under the cover of Hogwarts, A History. Try as she may, she could never really fool me. I knew all. I also had to wonder if Dumbledore really knew about it. Everyone says that he knows everything that goes on in this school.
I also noted, amused, that the only class Crabbe and Goyle had was Herbology. That was the only thing they had made the cut for.and that wasn't really saying much, as every single person in the year had. And I mean, ALL they had was Herbology. Every day.
Deep down (or really not that deep, it wasn't that hard to figure out, but whatever), I really knew that all they'd ever amount to was carrying bags of fertilizer for the assistants to the gardeners that prune the hedges inside the Ministry building.
It was actually pretty funny.
On Friday night, I got to dinner rather early. I sat down at the empty end of the Slytherin table, far too caffeine-deprived at the moment to feel like any socialization. But ironically then, the Weasley came over to me, there not being too many people in the hall to look at me oddly.
And so there went my plan.
"What is it Weasley, I'm too tired to deal with you. Besides, I'm not forced to any more," I mumbled, pouring coffee into my sugar.
This didn't seem to put a damper on her mood at all. In fact, she looked downright perky. I scowled at this. I was usually much more of a night person than morning, much like my darling cousin, but it had been a long and Granger-filled week. I wasn't very happy.
"I simply decided to tell you that I just broke up with Seamus."
Now, Weasley and I were not friends. But we were not bitter enemies, either, unlike my "relationship" remained with Potter. The thing just was, you just couldn't watch Titanic and have an ongoing stupid aphrodisiac joke with someone and not be on speaking terms with them.
You just couldn't.
But anyway. "Oh really. That's lovely. Okay, why did you feel the need to tell me that? Since when have you been going out with Finnigan? AND, whatever happened to your whole, you know, all boys are moronic losers thing?"
Weasley rolled her eyes. "I don't know, I'd just did. I started dating Seamus this morning but now I'm not any more. And.well, now that I'm back at Hogwarts, I don't feel like hating boys any more."
I rolled my eyes back at her. "Right. You know, there are some people out there that actually have long-standing relationships with each other, and, you know, like each other." I mean, just because I don't HAVE morals doesn't mean I can't try to get other people to have them.
Weasley sighed. "Yes, but I'm not really one of them. How can I be expected to stick with just one man? I ask you, how?"
"I honestly don't know, Weasley." I sipped at my coffee and scanned the table for some sort of energizing nourishment. "However riveting I find this aimless conversation, I really find myself wondering why all this would concern me."
This seemed to be the part Weasley was waiting for. "Well, you're in Slytherin."
"Why yes, I am. Slow on the uptake, are you?"
Weasley shot me a glare. "Shut up, I'm not finished. Okay, Blaise Zabini is SUCH a hottie, and he's in Slytherin with you."
I was sick of people trying to manipulate my brilliant mind and use it for their own shallow, sex-driven minds. I deserved to be treated better than the slave all the morons around me were trying to turn me into. Especially Weasley. What had SHE ever done for me? "Yeah, so what do you want me to do about it?"
She sighed again. "You're being purposely stupid. I want you to set me up with him."
"Well, I don't feel like it."
"Oh, come on. It's not like you have anything else to do."
"EXCUSE me, Weasley, but my social calender is very full at the moment." She stared. "Okay, it's really not, but I don't want to play matchmaker."
"Malfoy.please?" She was trying to suck me in to her trap. I would not stand for it.
"Only if you set me up with Granger, because she is, like, SUCH a hottie." I rolled my eyes. "Seriously though, Weasley. You seem to be the type of girl that wouldn't mind asking a guy out." Not really, but I was sick of her. "Now flee. I'll think about it."
Weasley glared at me again and went back to the Gryffindor table. I quite gladly returned to my dinner and coffee.
No one ever appreciated me.
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Later that evening, I had "Prefect" (notice I say that with quotes, it's a total joke) duties. Pansy, Granger, the Weasel and I all had to patrol and make sure none of the immature delinquents that were below us on the food chain were out past curfew.
Actually, that's really a bit of a lie. We never really did anything. Whenever it was my turn, I just wandered around the school and sometimes did my part to disturb the peace. Sometimes. Other times I just sat in the shadows and pounced on anyone that wasn't supposed to be out of bed.
It was cool.
Anyway, Pansy, Weasel, and I were all standing around in the dungeons, waiting for Granger to show up so we could all split up. Why we had to meet just to split up, I have no idea, but that's the way it is.
Granger was really not one to be late, so we were all rather annoyed when she showed up at 9:15, exactly FIFTEEN minutes after we were supposed to meet. I had to wonder what would make Granger of all people late.
She was out of breath by the time she reached us. "Sorry I'm late, I was-"
I cut her off, smirking. "No need, Granger. We know where you were."
She raised her eyebrows at me. "You do?"
I nodded. "Yeah. Just answer me this, I'm dying to know. Which do you prefer, broom closets or empty classrooms? I'm really more of an empty classroom man myself, you know, lots of empty desk space.and I'm sure your private stash of SUGAR QUILLS does quite well for you."
Granger was staring at me with an odd look on her face. "I swear, Malfoy, you are the most perverted person I know."
I grinned. "Thank you."
She rolled her eyes. "But seriously, I was in the library. I had to return a book."
I smirked at her again. "Sure you were, Granger." She glared at me. Meanwhile, Pansy and Weasley just stood there, watching us. I turned to them. "Um.should we split up now?"
And Granger thought she could fool me.
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A while later, I'd only made a single catch. Or a double. I'd found two second years sneaking off (no doubt looking for one of Granger's broom closets), so I took them and tried to think of something to do with them.
I mean, this may seem like a trivial decision, but it was really a tough one. I could always take them to McGonagall (Gryffindors, they were always Gryffindors), but where's the fun in that? Of course, we had been directly instructed to take anyone we found to their head of house, but I just didn't feel like it.
I was pondering this when Zaitzev happened to walk by. He had dark circles under his eyes and was carrying a mug. He stared at me as he passed. A thought struck me. "Zaitzev!"
He turned his head to look at me. "Yes, Malfoy?"
"Do you think I'd get in trouble if I hung these two from a window by their ankles?" I said thoughtfully. I was seriously considering it, and the second years believed it. They looked at me fearfully.
Zaitzev blinked. "Um.not a bad idea, but I think your Ministry probably frowns upon things such as that." He looked at the second years. "You're Gryffindors, right?"
They nodded. He turned back to me. "Eh, just take them to McGonagall. It's not really worth it."
He made to turn around and leave, but suddenly he stopped. He leaned down toward the puny little Gryffindors and said in a quiet voice, "What did you do?"
The second years stared at him, wide-eyed. One of them got the nerve to actually speak. "We.we, uh, snuck out of our dorm."
Good old Zaitzev straightened up and smiled slightly. "Curfew, huh? Pretty serious stuff, boys. But you know what?" The foolish little mortals could not, or maybe just would not, reply. "Now, instead of living to a ripe old age like our law-abiding Malfoy here," he smirked at me, "you two will die young and forever burn in the eternal flames of HELL."
The pathetic Gryffindor plebeians looked ready to cry. Zaitzev smiled again. "Okay, now that that's out of my system.you can take them to McGonagall now. Nighty night." He walked away.
I smirked and dragged the midget ones off to McGonagall. Finally, we had a teacher that really and truly understood us.
I mean, it was about time.
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A/N: And there you go, another chapter for you guys. Sorry it isn't as long as the others, I just thought that was as good a place as any to end it. I'll try to update as soon as I can again, btw. Now on to all you beautiful people out there, THANK YOU FOR YOUR REVIEWS!
I should be in bed, not here eating sorbet: Lol, I like your name! I'm glad you like my story, I'm glad you're going to show it to your friends, and I'm ESPECIALLY glad about Jack! Lol, thanks.
RikuNghts: O.o Whoa, you added mine to your fave stories list? Dude, you're like SO cool! But anyway.I'm glad you like Zevvie, he's pretty cool, huh? If I do say so myself. Okay.yeah, um, that WOULD be odd if Pansy somehow got her hands on the potion.rather frightening though. Peace out.
noseyMCnosey: Haha, I'm very glad to hear you think it's funny. Um.I dunno, I just think he's gay. I don't really know why. And about the D/G.well, I've read all these stories where D & Hr are forced to spend time together so they suddenly become friends, and I just didn't want to to do that.but I didn't want poor Draco to be all alone, so I just gave him Ginny to hang out with. That's all. And yeah, hopefully this will be a rather slow moving relationship fic.they're not just gonna be walking through the dark, empty corridors in the next chapter and randomly start snogging. That's just not the way I am.
angel007: And I'm also much obliged to know someone shares my opinion! Lol. Yes, neurotic dudes are so much fun.if last chapter he was too neurotic for ya, though, I don't know how you'll feel about him in THIS one. Hehe. Thanks.
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Remember, I'll love you forever if you just PLEASE R/R! Thank you! Til next time.
Obviously they had tried to go with the Gryffindor-Slytherin thing again, since EVERY sixth-year Gryffindor was in my class, probably trying to improve Inter-House relations or something stupid and pointless like that.
Those poor fools. You'd think they'd learn a thing or two after all this time. But they didn't.
Finnigan was sitting in front of me, and just as I was trying to set his hair on fire without him noticing, McGonagall strode in and started yelling at us. Us meaning the Slytherins, of course.
And the Gryffindors thought that she didn't favor them. Sure.
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That was pretty much how the rest of the first week passed. I soon came to learn several things. Every one of my classes-yeah, EVERY ONE- was with Granger.
I couldn't be particularly surprised by this fact, considering she was the smartest in the year and all, but I could still be annoyed by it. I think she was, too.
No, I know she was. However, she did her best to try to hide it. She did this mostly by losing herself in her innermost desires and fantasies, or so I can only assume.
Or maybe she just spent her time gazing adoringly at that copy of Playwitch under the cover of Hogwarts, A History. Try as she may, she could never really fool me. I knew all. I also had to wonder if Dumbledore really knew about it. Everyone says that he knows everything that goes on in this school.
I also noted, amused, that the only class Crabbe and Goyle had was Herbology. That was the only thing they had made the cut for.and that wasn't really saying much, as every single person in the year had. And I mean, ALL they had was Herbology. Every day.
Deep down (or really not that deep, it wasn't that hard to figure out, but whatever), I really knew that all they'd ever amount to was carrying bags of fertilizer for the assistants to the gardeners that prune the hedges inside the Ministry building.
It was actually pretty funny.
On Friday night, I got to dinner rather early. I sat down at the empty end of the Slytherin table, far too caffeine-deprived at the moment to feel like any socialization. But ironically then, the Weasley came over to me, there not being too many people in the hall to look at me oddly.
And so there went my plan.
"What is it Weasley, I'm too tired to deal with you. Besides, I'm not forced to any more," I mumbled, pouring coffee into my sugar.
This didn't seem to put a damper on her mood at all. In fact, she looked downright perky. I scowled at this. I was usually much more of a night person than morning, much like my darling cousin, but it had been a long and Granger-filled week. I wasn't very happy.
"I simply decided to tell you that I just broke up with Seamus."
Now, Weasley and I were not friends. But we were not bitter enemies, either, unlike my "relationship" remained with Potter. The thing just was, you just couldn't watch Titanic and have an ongoing stupid aphrodisiac joke with someone and not be on speaking terms with them.
You just couldn't.
But anyway. "Oh really. That's lovely. Okay, why did you feel the need to tell me that? Since when have you been going out with Finnigan? AND, whatever happened to your whole, you know, all boys are moronic losers thing?"
Weasley rolled her eyes. "I don't know, I'd just did. I started dating Seamus this morning but now I'm not any more. And.well, now that I'm back at Hogwarts, I don't feel like hating boys any more."
I rolled my eyes back at her. "Right. You know, there are some people out there that actually have long-standing relationships with each other, and, you know, like each other." I mean, just because I don't HAVE morals doesn't mean I can't try to get other people to have them.
Weasley sighed. "Yes, but I'm not really one of them. How can I be expected to stick with just one man? I ask you, how?"
"I honestly don't know, Weasley." I sipped at my coffee and scanned the table for some sort of energizing nourishment. "However riveting I find this aimless conversation, I really find myself wondering why all this would concern me."
This seemed to be the part Weasley was waiting for. "Well, you're in Slytherin."
"Why yes, I am. Slow on the uptake, are you?"
Weasley shot me a glare. "Shut up, I'm not finished. Okay, Blaise Zabini is SUCH a hottie, and he's in Slytherin with you."
I was sick of people trying to manipulate my brilliant mind and use it for their own shallow, sex-driven minds. I deserved to be treated better than the slave all the morons around me were trying to turn me into. Especially Weasley. What had SHE ever done for me? "Yeah, so what do you want me to do about it?"
She sighed again. "You're being purposely stupid. I want you to set me up with him."
"Well, I don't feel like it."
"Oh, come on. It's not like you have anything else to do."
"EXCUSE me, Weasley, but my social calender is very full at the moment." She stared. "Okay, it's really not, but I don't want to play matchmaker."
"Malfoy.please?" She was trying to suck me in to her trap. I would not stand for it.
"Only if you set me up with Granger, because she is, like, SUCH a hottie." I rolled my eyes. "Seriously though, Weasley. You seem to be the type of girl that wouldn't mind asking a guy out." Not really, but I was sick of her. "Now flee. I'll think about it."
Weasley glared at me again and went back to the Gryffindor table. I quite gladly returned to my dinner and coffee.
No one ever appreciated me.
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Later that evening, I had "Prefect" (notice I say that with quotes, it's a total joke) duties. Pansy, Granger, the Weasel and I all had to patrol and make sure none of the immature delinquents that were below us on the food chain were out past curfew.
Actually, that's really a bit of a lie. We never really did anything. Whenever it was my turn, I just wandered around the school and sometimes did my part to disturb the peace. Sometimes. Other times I just sat in the shadows and pounced on anyone that wasn't supposed to be out of bed.
It was cool.
Anyway, Pansy, Weasel, and I were all standing around in the dungeons, waiting for Granger to show up so we could all split up. Why we had to meet just to split up, I have no idea, but that's the way it is.
Granger was really not one to be late, so we were all rather annoyed when she showed up at 9:15, exactly FIFTEEN minutes after we were supposed to meet. I had to wonder what would make Granger of all people late.
She was out of breath by the time she reached us. "Sorry I'm late, I was-"
I cut her off, smirking. "No need, Granger. We know where you were."
She raised her eyebrows at me. "You do?"
I nodded. "Yeah. Just answer me this, I'm dying to know. Which do you prefer, broom closets or empty classrooms? I'm really more of an empty classroom man myself, you know, lots of empty desk space.and I'm sure your private stash of SUGAR QUILLS does quite well for you."
Granger was staring at me with an odd look on her face. "I swear, Malfoy, you are the most perverted person I know."
I grinned. "Thank you."
She rolled her eyes. "But seriously, I was in the library. I had to return a book."
I smirked at her again. "Sure you were, Granger." She glared at me. Meanwhile, Pansy and Weasley just stood there, watching us. I turned to them. "Um.should we split up now?"
And Granger thought she could fool me.
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A while later, I'd only made a single catch. Or a double. I'd found two second years sneaking off (no doubt looking for one of Granger's broom closets), so I took them and tried to think of something to do with them.
I mean, this may seem like a trivial decision, but it was really a tough one. I could always take them to McGonagall (Gryffindors, they were always Gryffindors), but where's the fun in that? Of course, we had been directly instructed to take anyone we found to their head of house, but I just didn't feel like it.
I was pondering this when Zaitzev happened to walk by. He had dark circles under his eyes and was carrying a mug. He stared at me as he passed. A thought struck me. "Zaitzev!"
He turned his head to look at me. "Yes, Malfoy?"
"Do you think I'd get in trouble if I hung these two from a window by their ankles?" I said thoughtfully. I was seriously considering it, and the second years believed it. They looked at me fearfully.
Zaitzev blinked. "Um.not a bad idea, but I think your Ministry probably frowns upon things such as that." He looked at the second years. "You're Gryffindors, right?"
They nodded. He turned back to me. "Eh, just take them to McGonagall. It's not really worth it."
He made to turn around and leave, but suddenly he stopped. He leaned down toward the puny little Gryffindors and said in a quiet voice, "What did you do?"
The second years stared at him, wide-eyed. One of them got the nerve to actually speak. "We.we, uh, snuck out of our dorm."
Good old Zaitzev straightened up and smiled slightly. "Curfew, huh? Pretty serious stuff, boys. But you know what?" The foolish little mortals could not, or maybe just would not, reply. "Now, instead of living to a ripe old age like our law-abiding Malfoy here," he smirked at me, "you two will die young and forever burn in the eternal flames of HELL."
The pathetic Gryffindor plebeians looked ready to cry. Zaitzev smiled again. "Okay, now that that's out of my system.you can take them to McGonagall now. Nighty night." He walked away.
I smirked and dragged the midget ones off to McGonagall. Finally, we had a teacher that really and truly understood us.
I mean, it was about time.
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A/N: And there you go, another chapter for you guys. Sorry it isn't as long as the others, I just thought that was as good a place as any to end it. I'll try to update as soon as I can again, btw. Now on to all you beautiful people out there, THANK YOU FOR YOUR REVIEWS!
I should be in bed, not here eating sorbet: Lol, I like your name! I'm glad you like my story, I'm glad you're going to show it to your friends, and I'm ESPECIALLY glad about Jack! Lol, thanks.
RikuNghts: O.o Whoa, you added mine to your fave stories list? Dude, you're like SO cool! But anyway.I'm glad you like Zevvie, he's pretty cool, huh? If I do say so myself. Okay.yeah, um, that WOULD be odd if Pansy somehow got her hands on the potion.rather frightening though. Peace out.
noseyMCnosey: Haha, I'm very glad to hear you think it's funny. Um.I dunno, I just think he's gay. I don't really know why. And about the D/G.well, I've read all these stories where D & Hr are forced to spend time together so they suddenly become friends, and I just didn't want to to do that.but I didn't want poor Draco to be all alone, so I just gave him Ginny to hang out with. That's all. And yeah, hopefully this will be a rather slow moving relationship fic.they're not just gonna be walking through the dark, empty corridors in the next chapter and randomly start snogging. That's just not the way I am.
angel007: And I'm also much obliged to know someone shares my opinion! Lol. Yes, neurotic dudes are so much fun.if last chapter he was too neurotic for ya, though, I don't know how you'll feel about him in THIS one. Hehe. Thanks.
some13: Something that I wrote was witty/humorous? YAY! Thank you so much, I needed that. Man, I WISH I had 40 reviews! That would be sooo cool. Thanks for the compliment.
DanishGirl: Thanks, I hope you still think it's funny.
nobody important: Lol, I read your review in school today.while the insane teacher was spitting on us all.yeah, don't ask. Thanks! Yeah, Jack's queer.
Remember, I'll love you forever if you just PLEASE R/R! Thank you! Til next time.