Disclaimer: The amazing world of Harry Potter's does not belong to me, unfortunately, but to Her Majesty JK. Rowling, Queen of all Literature. Thereby all credits should go to her.
Review-thank yous:
ViviBlack – Yeah, I don't want to make her their new best friend, but I didn't want her to be that lonely any more either. Thanks!
Gilraen or Mirkwoodmage – I'm sure you're right, like I said; I'm don't pay much attention to such things when I'm reading.
Mirkwoodmage – Well of course I don't think he should be naked when he is transformed into a human coz there are loads of kiddos watching the movie, especially when the DVD is released, but then his suit shouldn't be left on the ground when he changes back into a rat. But maybe it looks better that way.
Pussin Boots – Thanks for both reviews. About that fighting thing, I thought about something like that but maybe not exactly like you described it, and not yet either. Maybe later.
Chapter 14 – Am I the Only One Not Hooking up with Someone?
The days passed in a blur of homework, essays, classes and quidditch practises. About the last-named one, luckily I did get at least a little better. The rest of the team helped me a lot.
Sadly, I didn't score in the first game, which was against Hufflepuff. I kept telling myself that was because Harry had caught the snitch after such a short time. I did pass Ginny the quaffle once, though, and she scored, her only score in that game. Alicia did three, but she's both experienced and talented. Well, naturally, we won the game even though my contribution wasn't that brilliant.
Soon I found myself facing the fact that Christmas was only about a month away. The snow came early this year. I was sitting at one of the dreadful Defence against the Dark Arts classes, staring out through the window. Professor was lecturing someone up again, this time it was a Ravenclaw girl who hadn't done her homework since she was moaning her old family owl, who had died because of age. Since the quidditch practise the previous evening I knew that it was very cold outside, colder than it usually was during this time of the year. Thank god the next quidditch game, the one against Ravenclaw, wasn't until March. The Slytherin game that I was dreading was to take place some time in late April, I believe.
However, I was staring out through the steamed window at the snowflakes, which were calmly floating down from the sky. It was like the whole castle was filled with this warm Christmas feeling, even though it was a month left.
Then I caught sight of a couple, standing outside the castle, making out intensely. The couple seemed oddly familiar even on this distance, the boy with flaming red hair and the brown-haired girl, and then I realized who they were.
I puffed Ginny in the side and pointed discretely out through the window. She looked there, made big eyes and smiled.
"I knew it," she whispered. "They had it coming for a long time."
"It was obvious from day one," I added.
"They look cute together!"
"Miss Weasley, Miss Malfoy, are there something you'd like to share with the class?" the Professor's voice rang through the classroom.
"No," I said quickly, dreading the upcoming little 'talk'.
"Then may I ask why you were discussing it during the Defence against the Dark Arts class?"
"I'm really sorry, Professor, it won't happen again," Ginny tried.
"Oh, so you're sorry? That makes it all good, doesn't it? It makes us all go back in time and change history so that you never interrupted the lesson?"
We both stared at him.
"No, but-"
"Then why did you say you're sorry if it doesn't matter?"
"She was just being polite," I said, irritated.
"Do you believe it is polite to interrupt the lesson, Miss Malfoy?"
"No."
"Then I don't believe she was being polite."
"No."
"But then again, why did you say that she was being polite if she wasn't?"
"Well, she was when she said she's sorry..."
"An essay on eight hundred words telling me what you were talking about, Miss Malfoy, for your rudeness."
I couldn't believe my ears. An essay telling him what we were talking about?! I mean, what kind of teacher gives that kind of punishments?!
"And for you, Miss Weasley, an essay containing five hundred words explaining the meanings of the word sorry. Class dismissed."
I took my book and walked out of the classroom, really pissed. Ginny followed.
"I don't believe it!" I exclaimed. "What kind of essay-subjects are those?!"
"Honestly, he's the most useless DADA teacher ever," Ginny agreed. "He's worse than Umbridge. Even though we only were reading in her classes, at least we learned something! What have he taught us?"
"All the time goes to lecturing people for trifles," I said. "I wonder if he really is related to Dumbledore. The headmaster-Dumbledore."
"Like we've said; it is not a very common name. But we would know, wouldn't we? I mean, people would know, just."
"I'm curious," I said.
"Since our dear DADA professor doesn't tell us, maybe we should ask Dumbledore – the headmaster," Ginny suggested.
"Yeah, right! I can just imagine it; 'Excuse me, Professor Dumbledore, but are you related to the new DADA teacher?' I'm not asking him, at least."
"Whatever," she said. "But I'm glad to see that Ron and Hermione are finally admitting their feelings."
"Me too," I agreed, even though it felt like I wasn't telling the entire truth. I mean, of course I was happy for them, but it was still irritating that like every student in the school had hooked up with someone. Except for me, of course.
By this time we had reached the common room and our dormitory and laid the books away.
"So," I said, "are you coming?"
"Huh?" she said. I obviously dragged her back from some kind of daydream.
"Lunch," I reminded her.
"Oh. You go, I'm waiting for Dean."
I sighed and went down to eat my lunch, obviously alone. When I reached the Great Hall I looked over the Gryffindor table to see someone who I could sit with, but nope. I didn't really feel for sitting with the first and second years. Ron and Hermione were sitting at the end, but they didn't really look like they wanted to be disturbed, if you know what I mean...
Finally I sat down next to Parvati and Lavender Brown. I don't really know them, we've never said a single word to each other, and I didn't bother saying hello since they didn't even seem to notice me. I ate in silence while listening to their conversation.
The subject of their conversation made me feel even more miserable. You see, the subject happened to be boys. Out of what I could hear, Lavender was currently with Seamus Finnigan, her Ravenclaw twin sister Padma was currently seeing a Ravenclaw boy and Lavender "had almost got" a fellow Hufflepuff student. I mean, was I miserable or not?!
When having finished my lunch I hurried to the library to possibly see if I could write something on an assignment in Herbology. I managed to write quite a lot, especially considering the fact that the whole pairing thing was buzzing around in my head meanwhile. I left the classroom ten minutes before my class, Arithmancy, started and went back to the common room to get my books before heading for the class.
I met Hermione in the common room, doing some homework I believe, when I had fetched my books.
"Congratulations," I said and she looked up.
"Pardon?"
"Congratulations. I knew you guys had it coming," I repeated.
"Oh... thanks, I guess."
"Hi guys!"
We both turned around to face Harry.
"Hi, Harry, how's it going with Miss Hufflepuff?" Hermione added. "Susan Bones, the last victim to Harry's irresistible charm," she added to me.
"Good," he said, smiling. "I've got her, almost."
I sighed and turned around.
"I've got a class. See you around!"
Was I really the only one not hooking up with someone?
See the button down there? It says go. You're supposed to press it, you know.
Use your imagination and free your soul,
Megafreak
