Disclaimer: While I have indeed neglected to mention that life half the
stuff that happens in this story are taken from or inspired by real life,
you guys KNOW THE CHARACTER AREN'T MINE.
A/N: I have 86 revieeeeeeews.yeah! I love you guys soooooooo much. Seriously, you all rock hard. But anyway. Wow, I'm at the tenth chapter and D & H haven't gotten together yet.did you expect anything else? You shouldn't have, because this is hardly the usual in D/Hr, so it's going my way baby, haha. I would also like to point out that (whether I'll incorporate it or not, I haven't decided) while according to the books this should be happening in 1996, guess what I don't care, it's going to be now, so get over it. Now that that's over, I'm going to enjoy my coffee, watch Aladdin (*cackle*), and get on with this chapter.
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So the test was the next day, and I was quite surprisingly placid. Hermione and I were sitting in the abandoned library on Friday night (no wonder it was abandoned, no one else in their right mind would be sitting in the library on a Friday night, they were all out enjoying other.evening activities), and Hermione was reading aloud yet another pointless Charms passage.
I, however, sat staring at the entrance of the library, thinking. There was a sprig (I don't know if mistletoe actually comes in sprigs, but it doesn't REALLY matter) of mistletoe hanging in the doorframe.
Mistletoe made no sense. I mean, the berries were frikkin poisonous. So why should mistletoe enforce snogging? Snogging is kind of supposed to be, I don't know, romantic or something. I had to wonder if poison was considered romantic. Not that I should really know too much about the whole romance thing, but it only made sense.
I suddenly heard Hermione sigh. "Are you paying ANY attention?"
I nodded, turning to her. "Yes, I was simply thinking about.Charms, of course."
She narrowed her eyes. "What specifically?"
I thought. "Uh.fulcrums?"
Hermione blinked. "I have no idea what you're talking about; fulcrums have absolutely NOTHING to do with Charms."
I had to shrug. "I don't even know what a fulcrum is. I just think it's kind of dirty-sounding."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "I don't know why I do this for you. It's not like I owe you anything, you never pay attention, and you always interrupt for the stupidest reasons."
"I didn't interrupt. You stopped."
Hermione glared. "That's not the point."
"Well, to answer your question, it's because you love me."
"I don't know why you keep saying that, you really are kidding yourself."
"It's because EVERYONE loves me. It's just a thing."
"I don't exactly agree, but we're not getting into it," Hermione said, closing the book. "We've done enough, you'll be fine."
I got up and started to follow her. "Are you sure? Remember that experiment with the contraceptive charm I was telling you about the other day? Well, I- "
"Shut up, Draco."
"Okay."
I suddenly froze right in front of the doorway. "Did you ever think how bizarre mistletoe is?"
Hermione turned to me. "You mean about how it's poisonous but it still encourages romance?" God, that girl was good.
"Precisely."
She shrugged. "Yeah, I guess you're right."
"Aren't I always?"
"No."
"Okay."
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The next morning, I had planned to wake up on time, but I characteristically failed in my mission. As I was lying in my bed, almost asleep but not quite, I felt someone shaking my shoulder. I cracked an eye open. Blaise was staring at me. "What?"
"Snape has sent me."
".Yeah, and?"
"He said to tell you, and these are basically his words, not mine, that if you didn't get down to his dungeon within two minutes, he is going to personally write to every known Healing school in existence and make sure they don't accept your lazy ass." I stared. Blaise nodded. "You'd better get going."
I rolled out of bed, rubbing my eyes. Suddenly, they snapped open as I realized the implications of what Blaise had said. I practically tore off my pajamas and pulled on some random clothes.
I quite literally fell down the stairs and threw myself out of the common room. As I ran down a corridor, I tripped over someone sitting against the wall.
I stood up and looked back down. Zaitzev peered up at me. "Why are you running down the corridor?"
I shrugged. "Don't know. Why are you sitting in the corridor?"
Zaitzev shrugged, taking out a sugar quill (excuse me as I shudder violently). "Don't know."
"Okay. Bye."
That unneeded interruption aside, I went off down the corridor. I arrived in Snape's dungeon probably about four seconds before I would have been late. Snape glared at me. "I told you not to be late."
I looked up at the clock on the wall. "Not late. Well, if I was getting here NOW I would be late, but I was technically NOT late. So you can't say I am." I don't really know if that made sense, but if not, it was Snape's problem.
Snape scowled. "I don't want to hear it. Sit down, you're wasting my time."
I smirked and sat down at a desk. Finch-Fletchley, on the other side of the classroom, nodded at me. "Mazeltov."
I nodded back. "Uh, sure. Same to you."
Snape scowled at us again. "I don't need this; I'm not getting payed enough for this. But anyway, since this is a written test, you'd better be knowing theory. It's really not my problem if you don't. You have three hours. Go for it, and don't bother me."
He handed us each a test, and sat back down at his desk, glaring.
I looked down at the demon paper in front of me.
If I failed, the blame was going directly on my mother.
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I must have neglected to bring up that I had received a letter from my dear mother a few days before. She seemed to have finally realized that she hadn't seen me since early July, and she asked the only four plausible questions that I could expect from her: where I had been, how school was going, if I had taken my test yet, and whether or not I had found myself a girlfriend yet.
After all, it was MY mum. But now that that's out of the way, I'll continue.
The test honestly wasn't all that bad, though I still believed I had completely sucked at the Charms section. But since it was behind me, I didn't really mind any more, as there was nothing I could do about it.
When the three hours were up (surprisingly, I had actually finished everything on the test), Snape snatched away the tests and put them in his desk. He glared at us. "Why are you still here? I have better things to do."
I blinked up at him, in the mood to annoy him "Like what?"
Snape frowned. "That's none of your business. Now get out of my classroom, both of you, and join the rest of your kind in Hogsmeade where you belong."
I shrugged. "Okay."
Finch-Fletchley and I departed, and as soon as we were out the door, he turned to me. "What did you think?"
"Easy. Except for the Charms." CHARMS STILL SUCK.
Except the sex change charm, haha. Mr. Norris was once again on probation for turning to Zaitzev once he was let out of Filch's office. Zaitzev ran from the Great Hall screaming about God knows what in Russian.
It was awesome.
Finch-Fletchley nodded. "Yeah, it wasn't too bad."
I suddenly had a reoccurring thought. "Did it ever occur to you how strange mistletoe is?"
He stared. "How so?"
"I mean, the berries on it are poisonous, right? So how come it's supposed to be all romantic?"
Finch-Fletchley blinked. "Never really thought about it."
I nodded. "But really, if you think about it, it's true."
He nodded back.
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I never ended up going to Hogsmeade that day, instead going back to my dorm for some peace and quiet away from the endless distractions I had; namely, Pansy.
However, for some reason we were also allowed to go to Hogsmeade the next day. This was probably because it was right before Christmas break started, and, assuming we were all too stupid to be able to accomplish ALL our holiday shopping in just one day, the staff gave us an extra day, pitying us. And they did have a right to.
But anyway, I went on Sunday. It turned out that most of the younger students that were allowed to go had gone on Saturday, and the sixth and seventh years that had decided to go were there then.
Which could only mean one thing. I mean, hormonally raging teenagers running around Hogsmeade, unsupervised. Think about it. Just THINK about it.
Bad things.
But when I finally decided to get all the presents I would be needing to give people, I realized that there was really no one I needed to be getting presents FOR. Hey, go figure.
See, I'm always trying to convince people that the holidays are about misery, obligation, and lies. And the fact that I couldn't even think of anyone only proved my theory. Not that I had ever doubted its truth, but others certainly had.
As there was nothing else for it, I spent a good part of the afternoon playing poker with Blaise and ended up owing him 62 sugar quills (I don't exactly want to know).
By late afternoon, all of the sixth and seventh years were in the Three Broomsticks, gambling, doing other immoral things, or getting drunk. You know, whatever it was that they considered part of their schedule.
Finch-Fletchley was by then teaching me a dirty muggle card game known as 'spoons'. Dirty game, that was.at least, it became so when Weasley and Blaise joined in. Don't ask.
Just as Zaitzev (half the professors were in there, too) passed out in the corner after downing a few too many shots, Hermione made her way over to me, sitting down at our table. "I haven't talked to you since before yesterday. How did it go?"
So much for greetings. "What?"
Hermione blinked. "The test, stupid. How was it?"
"Oh. Um, it wasn't too bad." I grinned hugely at her. "Of course, I will have only passed the Charms section because of YOU."
She nodded. "That's right."
I turned back to the card game, which was worsening. "SWEET GOD, WEASLEY, THAT'S JUST WRONG!"
I would never be able to use a spoon in the Three Broomsticks again.
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A/N: I'm sorry that was kind of a retarded chapter; I'm just too stupid to come up with anything better. Um, whether you know the game spoons or not, I doubt you will understand the true dirtiness of the game, so just ignore that.or something. Wow, I really think this chapter was bad. Now I feel really bad about that. Someone tell me what they really think, whether it's good or not. I'm going to try my best to get out another chapter before Christmas because I can. Oh yeah, happy first night of Hannukah!
Thanks to: Ehlonna, Draco'sSLAVE, Darkening Sky, Some12, and DanishGirl
meggles: Here, you're at the top.
RikuNghts: *sighs* I know, poor ol' D. Hey, sometimes it happens. Lol. Sorry that chapter took so long again, and sorry this chapter isn't that good. I'll try to make the next one better.
kiwi36: Haha, Draco's family might even be as messed up as MINE! On second thought, not really, isn't gonna happen. Btw, I'm glad you caught that about the story, very good thing. Oh, and the tale at the end thing was referring to the condom story, lol.
Slytherin Star Gazer: I know, he IS always the same, so I decided to do something different. But hey, I guess it kind of worked.
RivianKnight: I know it's kind of a twisted friendship, but it's better than them being enemies! I kind of like the way it's turning out between them, but I don't really know exactly what I'm going to do with them when we get further on, so I still have to figure that out.
ghypscee: Oh yeah right, my english teacher hates me, haha.
Redundant Goddess: Well naturally I had to make Mr. Norris gay. Hmm, sounds like a fun job for you! Lol. PIES!
crazyone17: No, not exactly.
In Dreams: I agree, they should! Now you're not the only one with sugar quills, I had to put several more mentions of them in this chapter for some fun. Well I put Zaitzev in this chapter for YOU, so um.I don't know, go plan your wedding or something. He's going to be in the next chapter too. Sorry I didn't actually HAVE Zaitzev in that one part, but I was kind of in a hurry to just finish that up and get it out. So if you want more Zaitzev, I don't know, wait until next chapter, lol.
PLEASE REVIEW! Later!
A/N: I have 86 revieeeeeeews.yeah! I love you guys soooooooo much. Seriously, you all rock hard. But anyway. Wow, I'm at the tenth chapter and D & H haven't gotten together yet.did you expect anything else? You shouldn't have, because this is hardly the usual in D/Hr, so it's going my way baby, haha. I would also like to point out that (whether I'll incorporate it or not, I haven't decided) while according to the books this should be happening in 1996, guess what I don't care, it's going to be now, so get over it. Now that that's over, I'm going to enjoy my coffee, watch Aladdin (*cackle*), and get on with this chapter.
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So the test was the next day, and I was quite surprisingly placid. Hermione and I were sitting in the abandoned library on Friday night (no wonder it was abandoned, no one else in their right mind would be sitting in the library on a Friday night, they were all out enjoying other.evening activities), and Hermione was reading aloud yet another pointless Charms passage.
I, however, sat staring at the entrance of the library, thinking. There was a sprig (I don't know if mistletoe actually comes in sprigs, but it doesn't REALLY matter) of mistletoe hanging in the doorframe.
Mistletoe made no sense. I mean, the berries were frikkin poisonous. So why should mistletoe enforce snogging? Snogging is kind of supposed to be, I don't know, romantic or something. I had to wonder if poison was considered romantic. Not that I should really know too much about the whole romance thing, but it only made sense.
I suddenly heard Hermione sigh. "Are you paying ANY attention?"
I nodded, turning to her. "Yes, I was simply thinking about.Charms, of course."
She narrowed her eyes. "What specifically?"
I thought. "Uh.fulcrums?"
Hermione blinked. "I have no idea what you're talking about; fulcrums have absolutely NOTHING to do with Charms."
I had to shrug. "I don't even know what a fulcrum is. I just think it's kind of dirty-sounding."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "I don't know why I do this for you. It's not like I owe you anything, you never pay attention, and you always interrupt for the stupidest reasons."
"I didn't interrupt. You stopped."
Hermione glared. "That's not the point."
"Well, to answer your question, it's because you love me."
"I don't know why you keep saying that, you really are kidding yourself."
"It's because EVERYONE loves me. It's just a thing."
"I don't exactly agree, but we're not getting into it," Hermione said, closing the book. "We've done enough, you'll be fine."
I got up and started to follow her. "Are you sure? Remember that experiment with the contraceptive charm I was telling you about the other day? Well, I- "
"Shut up, Draco."
"Okay."
I suddenly froze right in front of the doorway. "Did you ever think how bizarre mistletoe is?"
Hermione turned to me. "You mean about how it's poisonous but it still encourages romance?" God, that girl was good.
"Precisely."
She shrugged. "Yeah, I guess you're right."
"Aren't I always?"
"No."
"Okay."
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The next morning, I had planned to wake up on time, but I characteristically failed in my mission. As I was lying in my bed, almost asleep but not quite, I felt someone shaking my shoulder. I cracked an eye open. Blaise was staring at me. "What?"
"Snape has sent me."
".Yeah, and?"
"He said to tell you, and these are basically his words, not mine, that if you didn't get down to his dungeon within two minutes, he is going to personally write to every known Healing school in existence and make sure they don't accept your lazy ass." I stared. Blaise nodded. "You'd better get going."
I rolled out of bed, rubbing my eyes. Suddenly, they snapped open as I realized the implications of what Blaise had said. I practically tore off my pajamas and pulled on some random clothes.
I quite literally fell down the stairs and threw myself out of the common room. As I ran down a corridor, I tripped over someone sitting against the wall.
I stood up and looked back down. Zaitzev peered up at me. "Why are you running down the corridor?"
I shrugged. "Don't know. Why are you sitting in the corridor?"
Zaitzev shrugged, taking out a sugar quill (excuse me as I shudder violently). "Don't know."
"Okay. Bye."
That unneeded interruption aside, I went off down the corridor. I arrived in Snape's dungeon probably about four seconds before I would have been late. Snape glared at me. "I told you not to be late."
I looked up at the clock on the wall. "Not late. Well, if I was getting here NOW I would be late, but I was technically NOT late. So you can't say I am." I don't really know if that made sense, but if not, it was Snape's problem.
Snape scowled. "I don't want to hear it. Sit down, you're wasting my time."
I smirked and sat down at a desk. Finch-Fletchley, on the other side of the classroom, nodded at me. "Mazeltov."
I nodded back. "Uh, sure. Same to you."
Snape scowled at us again. "I don't need this; I'm not getting payed enough for this. But anyway, since this is a written test, you'd better be knowing theory. It's really not my problem if you don't. You have three hours. Go for it, and don't bother me."
He handed us each a test, and sat back down at his desk, glaring.
I looked down at the demon paper in front of me.
If I failed, the blame was going directly on my mother.
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I must have neglected to bring up that I had received a letter from my dear mother a few days before. She seemed to have finally realized that she hadn't seen me since early July, and she asked the only four plausible questions that I could expect from her: where I had been, how school was going, if I had taken my test yet, and whether or not I had found myself a girlfriend yet.
After all, it was MY mum. But now that that's out of the way, I'll continue.
The test honestly wasn't all that bad, though I still believed I had completely sucked at the Charms section. But since it was behind me, I didn't really mind any more, as there was nothing I could do about it.
When the three hours were up (surprisingly, I had actually finished everything on the test), Snape snatched away the tests and put them in his desk. He glared at us. "Why are you still here? I have better things to do."
I blinked up at him, in the mood to annoy him "Like what?"
Snape frowned. "That's none of your business. Now get out of my classroom, both of you, and join the rest of your kind in Hogsmeade where you belong."
I shrugged. "Okay."
Finch-Fletchley and I departed, and as soon as we were out the door, he turned to me. "What did you think?"
"Easy. Except for the Charms." CHARMS STILL SUCK.
Except the sex change charm, haha. Mr. Norris was once again on probation for turning to Zaitzev once he was let out of Filch's office. Zaitzev ran from the Great Hall screaming about God knows what in Russian.
It was awesome.
Finch-Fletchley nodded. "Yeah, it wasn't too bad."
I suddenly had a reoccurring thought. "Did it ever occur to you how strange mistletoe is?"
He stared. "How so?"
"I mean, the berries on it are poisonous, right? So how come it's supposed to be all romantic?"
Finch-Fletchley blinked. "Never really thought about it."
I nodded. "But really, if you think about it, it's true."
He nodded back.
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I never ended up going to Hogsmeade that day, instead going back to my dorm for some peace and quiet away from the endless distractions I had; namely, Pansy.
However, for some reason we were also allowed to go to Hogsmeade the next day. This was probably because it was right before Christmas break started, and, assuming we were all too stupid to be able to accomplish ALL our holiday shopping in just one day, the staff gave us an extra day, pitying us. And they did have a right to.
But anyway, I went on Sunday. It turned out that most of the younger students that were allowed to go had gone on Saturday, and the sixth and seventh years that had decided to go were there then.
Which could only mean one thing. I mean, hormonally raging teenagers running around Hogsmeade, unsupervised. Think about it. Just THINK about it.
Bad things.
But when I finally decided to get all the presents I would be needing to give people, I realized that there was really no one I needed to be getting presents FOR. Hey, go figure.
See, I'm always trying to convince people that the holidays are about misery, obligation, and lies. And the fact that I couldn't even think of anyone only proved my theory. Not that I had ever doubted its truth, but others certainly had.
As there was nothing else for it, I spent a good part of the afternoon playing poker with Blaise and ended up owing him 62 sugar quills (I don't exactly want to know).
By late afternoon, all of the sixth and seventh years were in the Three Broomsticks, gambling, doing other immoral things, or getting drunk. You know, whatever it was that they considered part of their schedule.
Finch-Fletchley was by then teaching me a dirty muggle card game known as 'spoons'. Dirty game, that was.at least, it became so when Weasley and Blaise joined in. Don't ask.
Just as Zaitzev (half the professors were in there, too) passed out in the corner after downing a few too many shots, Hermione made her way over to me, sitting down at our table. "I haven't talked to you since before yesterday. How did it go?"
So much for greetings. "What?"
Hermione blinked. "The test, stupid. How was it?"
"Oh. Um, it wasn't too bad." I grinned hugely at her. "Of course, I will have only passed the Charms section because of YOU."
She nodded. "That's right."
I turned back to the card game, which was worsening. "SWEET GOD, WEASLEY, THAT'S JUST WRONG!"
I would never be able to use a spoon in the Three Broomsticks again.
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A/N: I'm sorry that was kind of a retarded chapter; I'm just too stupid to come up with anything better. Um, whether you know the game spoons or not, I doubt you will understand the true dirtiness of the game, so just ignore that.or something. Wow, I really think this chapter was bad. Now I feel really bad about that. Someone tell me what they really think, whether it's good or not. I'm going to try my best to get out another chapter before Christmas because I can. Oh yeah, happy first night of Hannukah!
Thanks to: Ehlonna, Draco'sSLAVE, Darkening Sky, Some12, and DanishGirl
meggles: Here, you're at the top.
RikuNghts: *sighs* I know, poor ol' D. Hey, sometimes it happens. Lol. Sorry that chapter took so long again, and sorry this chapter isn't that good. I'll try to make the next one better.
kiwi36: Haha, Draco's family might even be as messed up as MINE! On second thought, not really, isn't gonna happen. Btw, I'm glad you caught that about the story, very good thing. Oh, and the tale at the end thing was referring to the condom story, lol.
Slytherin Star Gazer: I know, he IS always the same, so I decided to do something different. But hey, I guess it kind of worked.
RivianKnight: I know it's kind of a twisted friendship, but it's better than them being enemies! I kind of like the way it's turning out between them, but I don't really know exactly what I'm going to do with them when we get further on, so I still have to figure that out.
ghypscee: Oh yeah right, my english teacher hates me, haha.
Redundant Goddess: Well naturally I had to make Mr. Norris gay. Hmm, sounds like a fun job for you! Lol. PIES!
crazyone17: No, not exactly.
In Dreams: I agree, they should! Now you're not the only one with sugar quills, I had to put several more mentions of them in this chapter for some fun. Well I put Zaitzev in this chapter for YOU, so um.I don't know, go plan your wedding or something. He's going to be in the next chapter too. Sorry I didn't actually HAVE Zaitzev in that one part, but I was kind of in a hurry to just finish that up and get it out. So if you want more Zaitzev, I don't know, wait until next chapter, lol.
PLEASE REVIEW! Later!