Mid Heaven Flights
A/N: Well I thought the first chapter went well… no reviewers yet… but I'm not bummed out. I am an optimistic person when it comes to reviews. (Unless the review has: CAUTION MAJOR FLAME! written all over it.) Well here's chapter two!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or the companies Chuck Taylor, Soffe, Doonie and Burk, or Louis Vuitton. I also don't have any claim on Ashlee Simpson's hair.
RECAP ON CHAPTER ONE:
…………. Draco went faster as he went up to into the sky and went back into the direction the house. Alice's heart was racing uncontrollably, and it wasn't because of Draco's speed on the broom. 'Why is he showing interest in me?' Alice asked her self as she tried not to hold onto Draco's arms so tightly. He slowed down when he got to the house, "Thank you for the flight," Alice whispered to him, he smiled as they landed on his balcony. "Anytime Alice," he murmured and cupped his hand under her chin and kissed her tenderly.
"Alice, it's time to go!" Alice heard Margaret shout up the stairs; her voice had urgent sound to it. Alice moved her lips away from Draco and gave him an inaudible good bye; frantically she gave him the cloak and rushed out the doorway after her step mother.
"Thank you so much for having us over," Alice said her cheeks were still pink from the cool air. "You're welcome," Narcissa replied icily. In the corner of her eye she saw Draco come down the stairs, as Margaret hugged Narcissa good bye and had a last chat with her saying that they really should get together more often. She looked over at Alice and barked, "Alice you can already go, and you don't need to be standing there like a moronic zombie!" Alice looked over at Draco and she smiled softly. She disappeared in front of him with a loud crack………………
Chapter Two: Why me?
Alice woke out of bed with her Step mother angrily screaming on the top of her lungs: "WE NEED TO GET YOUR SCHOOL SUPPLLIES!" Alice threw the covers off of her self and quickly got dressed. She pulled on two simple black and pink camisoles on, with a small white zip up jacket. She dug for her favorite jeans, they were old, and been through the previous summer of skateboarding, which was her secret muggle hobby. "They're they are!" Alice mumbled grabbing them throwing of her Soffe shorts, wrestling with her pants as she ran out of her bedroom.
"Well, you look…disgusting enough to be a muggle." Margaret sneered as Alice pulled on her Chuck Taylor's. Alice rolled her eyes and sarcastically said, "Thanks Margaret and you look like a goddess." Alice quickly brushed her waist long black hair and put it up in a long braid. Margaret sighed, "I wanted to go on a shopping spree today, is our account strong enough to do so, Alice? Oh and we also need to get your hair cut." Alice looked over at Margaret like she was the spawn of Satan and retorted that she didn't need a haircut and that there was no "we" when it came to Alice's hair.
Margaret tut-tut'ed and vigorously rolled out a whole speech, "You haven't gotten you hair cut since you were what… seven years old. It's time for an update so you don't look like a total 'boohoo I live on the streets' girl.' It's rather lame and disgusting. I was looking through muggle magazine for haircuts, since you wouldn't like to look like a real witch, and found a cute haircut. Some girl name Ashlee Simple or something similar to that, it's a cute cut a little bit lower than the chin."
Alice's lip curled as she grabbed her Louis Vuitton Theda hand bag, she made sure that her money was in the bag along with her muggle credit card. "Floo or Apparate?" she asked Margaret who grabbing her almost ancient Doonie and Burk bag. "Apparate… into the pub. I'd like to make a sparkling appearance," Margaret said looking in the mirror trying to suck in her bulging stomach. Margaret fidgeted with her hair and her eyes and whined when the "damn bulge" would pop out of her halter top.
"I'm going to go ahead," Alice said and Apparated into the pub. Alice sighed and went into Diagon Alley getting a few greetings form greasy old men. Alice shuttered and shortly thought, 'It could be worse…Margaret could be screaming at me.' Alice got her school supplies and bought a couple school robes. She dodged Margaret as she did her shopping.
Alice tried to hide from Margaret, but failed. Soon Alice could hear Margaret's girlish voice and her giggling, "Alice, honey…come here. Bonnie will take you to the back room and cut your hair. I told her about Ashlee Simpson… could you believe… Simpson!-Not Simple!" Alice wanted He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named to come out andAvada Kedavraher to oblivion. Bonnie, the hair stylist who did Margaret's hair, was even more perky than usual. "I think it would the perfect style for you! Something hip, something preppy but punk at the same time!" Bonnie enthusiastically cheered.
Alice felt like she was at a muggle pep rally when Bonnie took her hand and skipped to the back room. "Don't be so gloom and doom Alice! It's time for an update!" the annoying hair stylist said. 'I think that woman is pushing the maximum for stupidity and being ding bat' Alice thought cruelly, as Bonnie undid her braid and washed her hair.
Alice almost cried when she saw the long locks fall to the floor, the only thing that she had that resembled her parents was the long black hair. Both her mom and dad had jet black hair; she remembered that her mom's hair was waist long. Alice remembered when she was a little girl, she would braid her mom's hair and her mom would sit there and laugh and play along pretending that Alice was the most talented hair stylist ever. 'Just think about that!' Alice's mind cried, she could hear the heavy tattoo of her heat in her ears.
More locks fell to the floor, Alice stifled a sob. This had to be torture, it was the cruelest and the vilest thing Margaret ever did to Alice. Margaret sat there and talked rapidly to the stylist, ignoring that Alice was on the bridge of crying. When Bonnie was done with the torture of a haircut, Alice went to bathroom and sat in one of the stalls and sobbed as quietly as she could. She put on all her makeup again with a flicker of her wand and did a charm to make the puffiness from crying disappear. When she went back into the salon lobby Margaret was paying Bonnie, she gave Bonnie a large tip and called Alice to her. Alice reluctantly followed, head bowed down and sniffling a little.
'Can my day get any worse?' Alice asked her self. Then she heard a loud, "Narcissa! I guess you're doing last minute shopping." Alice really needed Who-Know-Who to Avada Kedavra her right then, because she saw a tall and handsome blonde stand behind his mother. "Margaret, I'm going to get the rest of my books," Alice quietly lied and disappeared into the book store. Draco saw Alice dodge into the store; it wasn't hard to miss her. Draco followed Alice quietly up the stairs of the store. "Alice," he said in a questionable manner.
Alice froze and rubbed her face putting down her sack and her bags of things she tapped them and the belongings shrunk so she could put them her purse. "Hey Draco," Alice murmured. She turned around sniffled a little, and wiped her eyes. She was embarrassed beyond words and smiled at him with weak smile. She sat down on one of the chairs next to her and weakly laughed, "I look like Scar-boy with more hair."
Draco kissed her hand and quietly said, "You look beautiful, and don't even say that you look like Potter, because you don't." Alice sighed sorrowfully as he sat on the floor in front of her. "I look like Potter, and you know it," Alice muttered between small sobs.
Draco touched her cheek; he was struggling what to say to her. He knew that she didn't look like the infamous Harry Potter, but trying to convince a grief stricken girl that she didn't look like a boy that he hated the most was harder than it seemed. "Alice, I'll tell you a secret," he paused and had her sit in his lap, "If you are saying that you look like Potter, Potter must have nice hair." Alice laughed a little at this, 'He's trying to cheer me up.'
"And my results conclude, that Potter does not have nice hair, and that you do." He stopped again and ran his fingers through her hair. "Look on the bright side; at least you don't look like Granger," he said with a devious grin. Alice laughed at this and covered her mouth, she slapped him playfully.
"Draco, that's cruel, Hermione is one of my class-room friends. She can't help it, she's the nicest person you'll ever meet," Alice said standing up for Hermione Granger. "Also, you should be nicer to her; she thinks you're the biggest jerk in Hogwarts." Alice stoutly said.
Draco raised his eyebrows and shrugged. Wrapping his built arms around Alice's small waist he said, "One, You fill that category of being a nicest person for me perfectly." He paused and kissed her cheek, "and two, I wouldn't be living up to my Malfoy 'I despise all mudbloods, they are the fifth of the earth' macho-ness." He said sarcastically. Alice laughed at this and wiped her eyes one last time.
"Why me, Draco? Why are you being so nice to me?" Alice asked in a faintest whisper. Draco hugged her tightly and whispered in her ear, "Because I like you, and you're the perfect person to be around." Alice looked at him and kissed his cheek softly. He pinched her leg and with grin said, "Now since we shared the bonding heart-to-heart talk. Please get off of me, before they need to amputate my legs."
Alice laughed at this and got off of him; Draco jumped up and lifted Alice up off the floor with ease. "You could start a trend; try to look like the boy who is 100 a loser," Draco teased and put his arm around Alice. Alice giggled a little at this, "What happened to being nice to me?"
"It ran away, like brushes do when they see Granger," Draco grinned trying to puff up his blonde hair and mimicking Granger.
"That was vicious," Alice said between laughs.
"It made you laugh didn't it?" Draco asked and Alice nodded, "Than that's all I wanted, to see you smile." Alice took out her wand and swished it pointing at Draco's hair, if went back to its regular shape, he had the whole skateboarder hair going this year. It really looked nice on him. He kissed her cheek again and pulled her closer to him. They left the bookstore, not even noticing that the golden trio was behind the book shelf the whole time while they were talking.
A/N: I thought that was cute, of coarse I'm the one who wrote it… but I can think my own writings are cute. The whole time I'm thinking, ugh Draco's going soft…I can't let him get too soft. So the next chapter on the train he'll get back his regular meanness when he sees Harry and Ron. Just to make me happy. When I told you Margaret was narcissistic I really meant it, so I used this chapter to have a little impute of how narcissistic she is. She's actually really worse, but she's a minor character so I can't have her take the stage. I'm going to keep on writing even though I have NO reviewers, it's only the second day I've put the story of Fan fiction so why should I get all hyped up about it. Keep on reading…press the little "GO" button…tell me how well, or wrong, I'm doing… Till next chapter! –BV