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A/N: Sorry this isn't all that long. Next one will be longer. I just didn't get a chance to write much this week, but hopefully I'll find more time. More at the bottom.
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The rest of September passed in a blur.actually, it didn't really. I don't know why I always feel the need to lie about things when I know I'm just going to go back and explain them, but I guess that's just the way I am.
But anyway.
I ended up seeing way too much of Granger and not enough of the only love I had in the world. See, I never really believed in true love until I found mine. But alas, I thought I'd truly found my soulmate.
Yes. Coffee.
Seriously, though. My new classes piled me with a ton of homework, and I hardly ever had any time to enjoy the finer things in life.like a few of my precious classmates, in fact, did.
I shall clarify.
See, one Friday in mid-October, I was sitting at the Slytherin table, minding my own business and drinking my coffee. Professor Snape randomly came up to me and told me to meet him in his office at 8:00.
I had no idea what it could possibly be about, but I assumed it was something stupid, as things like that usually were. So after I finished, I set off for the dungeons.
As I passed by the library, Granger happened to be walking out. Figures she'd be in the library when all normal beings are at dinner. "Hey Granger. Now, I really have to wonder what you're doing in the library ALL ALONE when everyone else is in the Great Hall. Are you trying to hide something from me, Granger? And you're not REALLY alone, are you? You can try, but you can't fool me. I'm just good that way." Having probably talked to her more in the past few months than in the entire rest of the time I'd known her, I had quickly learned that the quickest and easiest way to annoy Granger was sexual innuendo.
Granger sighed. "With you, Malfoy, why even bother trying. I'm not going to argue with you this time."
"Yes you will."
"But what's really the point? You're just going to end it in some perverted insinuation."
I nodded approvingly. "It's about time you caught on, Granger. It's been, what, at least a few months." I smirked. "And you're supposed to be smart."
Granger rolled her eyes at me.
I grinned at her. "But this time, I think it's different, Granger. I can see it in your eyes. You really WERE doing immoral things in there, weren't you? Weren't you?"
"Sure, Malfoy. Sure I was."
"On the tables or between the bookshelves?"
"Bookshelves, of course. You should have guessed." Granger was annoyed; I could tell. More fun for me.
"I'm sorry. My mistake." I was, however, running low on ammunition. The caffeine was gradually fading already.
She gave me a look. "I'd like to go to dinner now, if you don't mind."
"Nope, Granger. I'm going to Snape's. So, for the record, this conversation was ended by me. Not you. Just so you know."
"You know, Malfoy, I hardly think of what we have as actual conversations."
"Sure. Bye, then." She turned around and walked off toward the Great Hall.
Suddenly, I grinned again. She was walking away from me (turned around, mind you) and I just had to get in one last shot. "Hey Granger?"
She didn't even turn around. Bad choice. "What?"
"I just was wondering if anyone had ever told you.you have a nice ass." So easy to annoy, she was. So easy.
I did, however, have reason to fear her wrath, so I just smirked and went down the stairs before she could do anything else. Not that she would, though. She was too MATURE for me.
Yeah. Right.
I continued on my way, but in the corridor I came across a problem. Two overeager adolescents were leaning against the wall, snogging each other unconscious. They broke apart as soon as I came into view, fortunately, and I found them to be quite familiar to me.
"Well," I said to Weasley, "I told you that you didn't need my help getting him. See?"
Weasley glared at me and gave me the 'Say anything else and I will bring pain unto you' look. Her new toy (Blaise, if you're wondering) just stared at me.
I looked back and forth between them. Neither of them would say anything. Finally, I said, "Well, if you two would kindly take your charming hormonal escapade elsewhere, I must be going as I have to meet Professor Snape. And I'm late. So move it." And with that, I trotted off (not really, I never trot) to find my dear comrade Sev.
The door to his office was slightly open, so I just walked in. He was sitting behind his desk, scowling, and looked at his watch when he saw me. "It's 8:05. You're late."
I rolled my eyes. "Well, I was delayed."
He narrowed his eyes at me. "Why?"
"Are you aware there are people doing things innappropriate for an educational institution such as ours out in the corridor outside your classroom?" I smirked.
"Hmm.I was wondering what those noises were." He looked as if he was just going to let it go for a minute, but I really should have known better with him. Snape stood up and went out into the corridor. "Weasley, Zabini, you're setting a bad example. At least most of your classmates have the decency to find a broom closet. Or at least an empty classroom. Twenty points from Gryffindor, Weasley."
I could hear Weasley's outraged voice. After all, she seemed to be on a sugar quill-high and Snape had interrupted it. "WHAT? Why just Gryffindor?"
Snape sneered. "Because I said so. Curb your hormones. Now flee, I don't have the time for this."
I had to laugh. Even though everyone knew he didn't try to be, Snape really was awfully amusing. Too much so when it came to Gryffindors.
He sat back down at his desk. "Now, where were we?"
"Well, nowhere. You haven't told me why I'm here."
"Oh yes. Now, last year you told me you wanted to be a Healer. Correct?"
I glanced around. I didn't know where this was going. "Yes."
"Right, then. Dumbledore said I had to inform you that you will be taking the entrance examination for healing school in December right before Christmas break."
I stared. "But I'm only in sixth year. Isn't that next year?"
Snape was now starting to smile sadistically. "No. You have to take it in sixth year. You mean you didn't know.?" I shook my head. He smirked. "Oh. I thought you knew. Oh well, not my problem. You have about six or seven weeks to prepare. I think we're done here, then. You can leave now."
I still stared at him. "You're telling me this NOW? God, Snape, this is my FUTURE we're talking about here."
He smiled. "Ah, yet another future I seem to have ruined for someone. You know, I often have that effect on people and I have no idea why." Now THAT was shocking. "I advise you study. Okay, now you're just wasting my time, you can leave. Goodbye, Mr. Malfoy."
Snape all but shoved me out of his office, locking the door behind me in case I felt the desire to return for a late night revenge repercussion. Go figure.
As I made my way down the corridor, I reflected on my position.
I had a life-altering exam in six weeks that I had only just been reminded of. I had no idea what was on it. And I was far too lazy to do something about that.
So basically, I was screwed.
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A week later, I was no better off. Snape, being the good-hearted soul he is, kindly explained to me that the accursed exam would have five sections: Potions (easy), Defense Against the Dark Arts (fine, Zaitzev is the only decent DADA teacher I've ever had, considering he's verbally abusive and over-neurotic), Herbology (now THAT was a pansy subject if there ever was one), Transfiguration (not too bad), and Charms (DIE).
As it can probably be assumed by the above captions, I hated Charms. It just annoyed me, and although I always passed it, it didn't come incredibly easy to me. There was one problem.
See, Snape happened to mention to me that the exam would be on pretty much everything I was learning in my classes, particularly around that time. And in Charms, our class was just starting on a very difficult charm. Yes.the sex-change charm.
I seriously think the professors are insecure about their own genders. Everyone's obsessed with sex changes all of a sudden.
But sex changing, so I was told, was a very important part of my exam. Apparently there's lots of call for that for Healers. Go figure.
But anyway, I knew that my time would run out only too quickly, and I wasn't anywhere close to perfecting my Charms abilities. I couldn't ask Professor Flitwick. He really scared me. I mean, he was nice and all, but he just made me incredibly frightened. Don't ask.
So there was really only one thing for it, or at least only one thing I could think of. I'd have to go to Granger.
I hate my life.
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A/N: And there you go. Now I must address a very important issue. A few people were asking if Draco was going to end up with Hermione or Ginny. I actually thought I'd made it clear last chapter, but now that I look back on my A/N, obviously I didn't. D/G is a nasty pairing. It's evil. Die die die. Okay, so as you can see, I'm a D/Hr person. D & G are just aquaintences. K? K.
My many many thanks to: relena333, relena333 (again.and thank you, lol! You rock), DanishGirl, Meggles, and forestfire.
RikuNghts: Lol, Zaitzev is a weird dude. But I like him (. But yeah, as I said, it's going to be D/Hr ALL THE WAY BABY HAHAHAHAHAHA!
super sycoh: It's cool about Titanic, I don't really have anything against the movie itself, I just like to make fun of things. But don't even worry about the D/G thing, Draco just likes to make fun of her. And Ginny was just trying to manipulate Draco into getting her a new plaything. And I'm glad you like my portrayal of Draco.
SEE YA PEOPLE.
A/N: Sorry this isn't all that long. Next one will be longer. I just didn't get a chance to write much this week, but hopefully I'll find more time. More at the bottom.
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The rest of September passed in a blur.actually, it didn't really. I don't know why I always feel the need to lie about things when I know I'm just going to go back and explain them, but I guess that's just the way I am.
But anyway.
I ended up seeing way too much of Granger and not enough of the only love I had in the world. See, I never really believed in true love until I found mine. But alas, I thought I'd truly found my soulmate.
Yes. Coffee.
Seriously, though. My new classes piled me with a ton of homework, and I hardly ever had any time to enjoy the finer things in life.like a few of my precious classmates, in fact, did.
I shall clarify.
See, one Friday in mid-October, I was sitting at the Slytherin table, minding my own business and drinking my coffee. Professor Snape randomly came up to me and told me to meet him in his office at 8:00.
I had no idea what it could possibly be about, but I assumed it was something stupid, as things like that usually were. So after I finished, I set off for the dungeons.
As I passed by the library, Granger happened to be walking out. Figures she'd be in the library when all normal beings are at dinner. "Hey Granger. Now, I really have to wonder what you're doing in the library ALL ALONE when everyone else is in the Great Hall. Are you trying to hide something from me, Granger? And you're not REALLY alone, are you? You can try, but you can't fool me. I'm just good that way." Having probably talked to her more in the past few months than in the entire rest of the time I'd known her, I had quickly learned that the quickest and easiest way to annoy Granger was sexual innuendo.
Granger sighed. "With you, Malfoy, why even bother trying. I'm not going to argue with you this time."
"Yes you will."
"But what's really the point? You're just going to end it in some perverted insinuation."
I nodded approvingly. "It's about time you caught on, Granger. It's been, what, at least a few months." I smirked. "And you're supposed to be smart."
Granger rolled her eyes at me.
I grinned at her. "But this time, I think it's different, Granger. I can see it in your eyes. You really WERE doing immoral things in there, weren't you? Weren't you?"
"Sure, Malfoy. Sure I was."
"On the tables or between the bookshelves?"
"Bookshelves, of course. You should have guessed." Granger was annoyed; I could tell. More fun for me.
"I'm sorry. My mistake." I was, however, running low on ammunition. The caffeine was gradually fading already.
She gave me a look. "I'd like to go to dinner now, if you don't mind."
"Nope, Granger. I'm going to Snape's. So, for the record, this conversation was ended by me. Not you. Just so you know."
"You know, Malfoy, I hardly think of what we have as actual conversations."
"Sure. Bye, then." She turned around and walked off toward the Great Hall.
Suddenly, I grinned again. She was walking away from me (turned around, mind you) and I just had to get in one last shot. "Hey Granger?"
She didn't even turn around. Bad choice. "What?"
"I just was wondering if anyone had ever told you.you have a nice ass." So easy to annoy, she was. So easy.
I did, however, have reason to fear her wrath, so I just smirked and went down the stairs before she could do anything else. Not that she would, though. She was too MATURE for me.
Yeah. Right.
I continued on my way, but in the corridor I came across a problem. Two overeager adolescents were leaning against the wall, snogging each other unconscious. They broke apart as soon as I came into view, fortunately, and I found them to be quite familiar to me.
"Well," I said to Weasley, "I told you that you didn't need my help getting him. See?"
Weasley glared at me and gave me the 'Say anything else and I will bring pain unto you' look. Her new toy (Blaise, if you're wondering) just stared at me.
I looked back and forth between them. Neither of them would say anything. Finally, I said, "Well, if you two would kindly take your charming hormonal escapade elsewhere, I must be going as I have to meet Professor Snape. And I'm late. So move it." And with that, I trotted off (not really, I never trot) to find my dear comrade Sev.
The door to his office was slightly open, so I just walked in. He was sitting behind his desk, scowling, and looked at his watch when he saw me. "It's 8:05. You're late."
I rolled my eyes. "Well, I was delayed."
He narrowed his eyes at me. "Why?"
"Are you aware there are people doing things innappropriate for an educational institution such as ours out in the corridor outside your classroom?" I smirked.
"Hmm.I was wondering what those noises were." He looked as if he was just going to let it go for a minute, but I really should have known better with him. Snape stood up and went out into the corridor. "Weasley, Zabini, you're setting a bad example. At least most of your classmates have the decency to find a broom closet. Or at least an empty classroom. Twenty points from Gryffindor, Weasley."
I could hear Weasley's outraged voice. After all, she seemed to be on a sugar quill-high and Snape had interrupted it. "WHAT? Why just Gryffindor?"
Snape sneered. "Because I said so. Curb your hormones. Now flee, I don't have the time for this."
I had to laugh. Even though everyone knew he didn't try to be, Snape really was awfully amusing. Too much so when it came to Gryffindors.
He sat back down at his desk. "Now, where were we?"
"Well, nowhere. You haven't told me why I'm here."
"Oh yes. Now, last year you told me you wanted to be a Healer. Correct?"
I glanced around. I didn't know where this was going. "Yes."
"Right, then. Dumbledore said I had to inform you that you will be taking the entrance examination for healing school in December right before Christmas break."
I stared. "But I'm only in sixth year. Isn't that next year?"
Snape was now starting to smile sadistically. "No. You have to take it in sixth year. You mean you didn't know.?" I shook my head. He smirked. "Oh. I thought you knew. Oh well, not my problem. You have about six or seven weeks to prepare. I think we're done here, then. You can leave now."
I still stared at him. "You're telling me this NOW? God, Snape, this is my FUTURE we're talking about here."
He smiled. "Ah, yet another future I seem to have ruined for someone. You know, I often have that effect on people and I have no idea why." Now THAT was shocking. "I advise you study. Okay, now you're just wasting my time, you can leave. Goodbye, Mr. Malfoy."
Snape all but shoved me out of his office, locking the door behind me in case I felt the desire to return for a late night revenge repercussion. Go figure.
As I made my way down the corridor, I reflected on my position.
I had a life-altering exam in six weeks that I had only just been reminded of. I had no idea what was on it. And I was far too lazy to do something about that.
So basically, I was screwed.
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A week later, I was no better off. Snape, being the good-hearted soul he is, kindly explained to me that the accursed exam would have five sections: Potions (easy), Defense Against the Dark Arts (fine, Zaitzev is the only decent DADA teacher I've ever had, considering he's verbally abusive and over-neurotic), Herbology (now THAT was a pansy subject if there ever was one), Transfiguration (not too bad), and Charms (DIE).
As it can probably be assumed by the above captions, I hated Charms. It just annoyed me, and although I always passed it, it didn't come incredibly easy to me. There was one problem.
See, Snape happened to mention to me that the exam would be on pretty much everything I was learning in my classes, particularly around that time. And in Charms, our class was just starting on a very difficult charm. Yes.the sex-change charm.
I seriously think the professors are insecure about their own genders. Everyone's obsessed with sex changes all of a sudden.
But sex changing, so I was told, was a very important part of my exam. Apparently there's lots of call for that for Healers. Go figure.
But anyway, I knew that my time would run out only too quickly, and I wasn't anywhere close to perfecting my Charms abilities. I couldn't ask Professor Flitwick. He really scared me. I mean, he was nice and all, but he just made me incredibly frightened. Don't ask.
So there was really only one thing for it, or at least only one thing I could think of. I'd have to go to Granger.
I hate my life.
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A/N: And there you go. Now I must address a very important issue. A few people were asking if Draco was going to end up with Hermione or Ginny. I actually thought I'd made it clear last chapter, but now that I look back on my A/N, obviously I didn't. D/G is a nasty pairing. It's evil. Die die die. Okay, so as you can see, I'm a D/Hr person. D & G are just aquaintences. K? K.
My many many thanks to: relena333, relena333 (again.and thank you, lol! You rock), DanishGirl, Meggles, and forestfire.
RikuNghts: Lol, Zaitzev is a weird dude. But I like him (. But yeah, as I said, it's going to be D/Hr ALL THE WAY BABY HAHAHAHAHAHA!
super sycoh: It's cool about Titanic, I don't really have anything against the movie itself, I just like to make fun of things. But don't even worry about the D/G thing, Draco just likes to make fun of her. And Ginny was just trying to manipulate Draco into getting her a new plaything. And I'm glad you like my portrayal of Draco.
SEE YA PEOPLE.