A Story For Juanita
Beaner-Bop
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A/N: *sighs* so tired - lol.
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Disclaimer: None.
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"The conversation went on for a while, slowly moving onto-" Narcissa said, before her brother tapped her lightly on the shoulder while showing her his watch.
"What is it- Oh SHIT! I've got Quidditch practice!" She got up from the bed and ran out of the dorm room top speed. She poked her head back in and glared at her siblings. "No going any farther without me!" With that she began to once again run out of the dorm. Severus looked at his youngest sister.
"You heard her." And with that he got up and walked out of the door.
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Chapter Five: It's Stay-Pull-Ted Shut
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They started up the story again when they were in the Great Hall. A few students were in there doing homework but besides that they were alone.
Narcissa was soaked. She had to go and take a shower, one of the bludgers hit her off her broom and made her fall face first into a puddle of mud.
Narcissa was still spitting out some dirt.
"Ugh…there's no way that much dirt could get into someone's mouth…" Narcissa muttered silently. Her siblings were looking at her strangely. Severus was just about to turn to start telling the story again when someone plopped down by Narcissa.
Juanita was confused at the twins reaction to this person. They usually agreed on practically everything, or, well, people anyway. This person seemed to be the exception. Juanita knew she saw her before but her first name left her. 'Potter' however stuck out.
"Hey Potter." Narcissa greeted her with, jamming her elbow into her brother's ribcage, warning him to be nice. Severus seemed content with glaring at the girl after that...
"Yea…hey. Um…I just wanted to apologize with how the beaters were acting up. One of them was right by you and I know him well enough that he could have-" Narcissa rolled her eyes and waved Potter's apology off.
"Don't worry about it. I've already got my revenge hooked up, 'pology won't do any good now." Seeing the uneasy look on Potter's face, Juanita got a feeling that that was exactly what she was trying to prevent.
"Oh um…well…I guess that's it then…" Narcissa nodded before pointing to Juanita.
"You met her yet Potter?" The black haired girl looked over to the smaller blond and shook her head 'no'.
"I give you my little sister Juanita." Potter brought her arm up crossed it over the table. Juanita stuck hers out so they could shake. Through all of this Severus was still glaring at her. When Potter finally noticed she shrunk back a little.
"Um…" She was about to leave when the name 'Juanita' finally triggered something. "She's a first year isn't she? Slytherin? The one who caused that-" Since Narcissa slapped her lightly in warning and Severus' glare intensified she figured it was probably a good idea to not bring that up.
Narcissa looked over at Severus, snorted than looked at back to the dark haired girl. "Why don't you just stay here for a while? Maybe you can give us an insight to what your dad thought about all of this." Juanita began to look excited at the prospect while Severus moved his glare from Potter to his sister.
"What the hell are you-" Since Potter decided that Severus' choice to start yelling was a good time to leave, she began to stand up, only stopped from when Narcissa grabbed her arm.
"Sit down Potter, and ignore my brother. He'll be nice if he doesn't want one of his pet snakes in his next meal." Potter looked a little queasy, not to mention everyone else at the table except Narcissa from that comment.
"You wouldn't dare-" Severus began but was stopped by Narcissa.
"Wouldn't I? I have just the one in mind too - that little perverted idiot, the one that always seems to be able to get into my bra no matter who's holding it."
"Him. He's not an it." Severus mumbled sitting down on his side of the table with Juanita. His sister and Potter on the other.
"Of course, how dare I forget that. He's gonna be an entrée if you aren't good though, remember that." She smiled sweetly at him before taking in a deep breath.
"Alrighty Potter, here's what we're doing. We're telling the story of how are parents got together, however, in fairy tale form. This means, mom's a sweet but poor little girl, dad's the dark evil prince and you know what? With your help we now the prince of all that's good and brave." Potter rolled her eyes and let out a sigh, shrugging.
"I guess I can help - my dad's told me a lot about what he thinks about it."
"Really? How come?" Severus asked this, looking at her suspiciously. Potter looked nervous but was fairly certain that he wouldn't try to kill her or something as long as Narcissa was there.
"Because I'm pretty sure that my dad is still in shock from it all." Narcissa laughed but everything was cut short by Juanita.
"Come on guys! We can't keep the story unless you two, er, uh three, keep GOING!" She said. Severus took the narrative from where his sister left off.
"Alright, let's see. The two of them are still locked in the closet…I think that they were 'practicing' arguing with each other…"
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"Loud mouthed wench."
"Rich little pretty boy." A sigh came from the male in the room, who was lying on his back, staring at the ceiling.
"Is it just me or was that pathetic?" Ginny snorted.
"What do you think? At least it was better than the last round." A groan emitted from the lump on the floor.
"Please, I called you ferret, and I became the weasel. " He was silent for a few minutes before turning to look at her. "Let's never speak of this arguing attempt, again, agreed." Ginny nodded her head.
"Would you even call it an attempt?" Draco shrugged.
"It might be able to pass…" Ginny nodded. The two of them were silent again until Draco decided to…sing.
"Nooooobody knows the trouble I've see-" Ginny kicked him lightly from where she was sitting.
"Don't even think about it." She stated. Draco laughed lightly, and turned to look at the ceiling.
The silence stretched on for about ten minutes. Draco decided he got tired of it.
"There are 632 bricks in the ceiling, 124 of them have a crack in them." Ginny looked at him startled.
"Wha-"
"The ceiling. It has 632 bricks and-"
"124 of them have got cracks. I heard that the first time. What the hell are you counting them for?"
"I'm boooooored…"
"Don't whiiiiiine…"
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"Small talk. A lot of small talk. That's the whole thing but-"
"What's so important about the small chat with the prince and the girl?" Juanita butt in, "I mean, is this going to move the story that much. All I'm getting from it is that dad was bored." Surprisingly enough, it was Potter who answered.
"One of the main starters of the actual relationship started when they were 'saved' from the closet, didn't it?" Potter asked the twins. When they both nodded she looked back towards Juanita.
"The small talk was a way of the two of them bonding. They were getting closer together and not even Mr. M-the prince was aware of it at the time. They were enjoying each other's company, I guess you could say. However, the oddest thing to help staple this whole thing shut was the 'rescue'." Juanita looked confused.
"But why would the relationship be stay-pull-ted shut if they were rescued." Potter smiled at her.
"Because sibling hurt/shock, etc., shock plain, and 'but-I-want-the-girl' came into play." She stated simply. "Not to mention the rumor mill because of the sibling part." Before Juanita had a chance to ask what she meant, Potter elaborated. "The poor girl and the dark prince were saved by none other but," She turned to grin lightly Narcissa, feeling stupid, but saying it anyway. "the prince of all that's good and brave, along with his, uh, colleagues, the future scholar and none other but the girl's older brother." Juanita began to grin and lean into what Potter was going to say next but was disappointed greatly when someone came and pretty much dragged her away from them.
Her brother tried not to show any real interest when he asked who it was who dragged her away.
"Oh, him? That was Harry Weasley - want to know who he's named after? Anyway, I think they're going out, probably doesn't want her to catch anything from us Malfoy's… Why'd you wanna know bro? Gonna take him on for her? Cousin vs. Cousin, man to-well boy to boy." She laughed when he got up quickly and walked away from the table. Juanita looked at her sister.
"You guy's are really weird sometimes."
"I'll take that as a compliment and put it under my creativity, come on little girl - we have a brother to cheer up."
"I'm not a little girl!"
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A/N: Hands…tired…very sore…why the heck are my hands always sore????
Beaner-Bop