"So."
Viviel and Draco were sitting out in the courtyard in the cold January frost. Well, Draco was sitting; Viviel was more kneeling on the frozen stone trying to finish her Herbology homework before the sun set and they had to go back into to the noisy common room. Being his ever-so-gracious self, Draco had offered to keep her company.
"So." he said again.
"So what?" she asked, her fingers stiff from writing quickly. She didn't want her ink to freeze out in the cold.
Draco sighed and rolled his eyes. "Are you going to come to my game this Saturday or not? We're playing Hufflepuff."
"I have a lot of homework."
"You said you'd come when we went to Hogsmeade." he reminded her.
"I said I'd do it to spite you. I didn't say I'd come." she said calmly. Viviel breathed hot air onto her hands, willing them to be warm.
"Look," he reasoned, standing up, "We should go back to the common room. I'm sure most people are asleep by now. The corner table should be empty and quiet enough for you to do your work. Do you want me to catch a cold?"
She brought up her face to look at him. Draco did indeed look quite frozen. His pale cheeks were windswept and pink, and he shivered into his cloak, though his grey eyes were dancing. Telling him to go back would be no use; he'd stay until she left. He knew that she wouldn't do anything to make him ill.
"You win." she sighed, rolling up her history essay. "I guess I can do the rest over breakfast."
She was packing her ink and quill away when a pair of voices echoed across the courtyard. Three Gryffindor students walked in a trio, talking and laughing, and it was plain by Draco's sneer who they were. Potter, Weasley, and Granger.
"This place is going to the dogs." Draco muttered.
They apparently not noticed that anyone else was occupying the courtyard, and were talking loudly.
"Do you think Hufflepuff has a chance at all this Saturday?" Potter was asking. "We did beat them 200-20, after all."
Weasley shook his head, "Yeah, they might. Slytherin doesn't have the best defensive team this year. Malfoy went for brawns rather than brains when he got elected Quidditch Captain."
"I hope Hufflepuff crushes them. I'd love to see the look on Malfoy's face." said Potter grimly. "It'd put them out of the running for second."
"Wouldn't we all?" said Weasley, chuckling. He made a mock voice, which was apparently supposed to be Draco's, "Oh no, daddy! The stupid bounders beat us! Wah, daddy! Sic You-Know-Who on them, daddy!"
"Shut your mouth!" Draco yelled angrily. Viviel put a hand on his arm to stop him from charging over.
The two stopped laughing, and Granger looked slightly alarmed to see them there.
"What are you doing here?" Potter said rudely.
"Working, fathead."
Weasley cast his eyes over on Viviel, who had her bag already hoisted over her shoulder, and smirked. "Oh, sorry. We didn't realize we were interrupting your… work. I suppose your lap dog was a real help and all?"
"RON!" said Granger, aghast.
Draco pulled out his wand in a flash, and found himself facing two other wands; Potter and Weasley had also pulled theirs out and Viviel could see the gleam in their eyes. They wanted an excuse to hex Draco.
"Don't, Draco." Viviel said, clasping onto the arm that held his wand. She didn't want anyone to get hurt, that would be horrible! Even if the stuffed up prats were the most ignorant blood-traitors she'd ever met. "Just let them be."
"Yeah. Listen to your lady-love." Potter taunted, laughing. "Put it away like a good boy unless you want to find yourself in the hospital wing."
Viviel tugged on his arm and Draco glared angrily at her. Her blue eyes stared imploringly back. "It's getting cold." She whispered. The sun had already gone down and it was getting very dark.
Draco nodded, and shot them a nasty look before turning to walk away with her.
"Look at that!" Weasley said after them. "Maybe we were wrong. Dorgen isn't the dog; it's Draco. He's practically eating out of her dirty hands."
Viviel whirled around angrily. "I'm disappointed with you, Weasley. You think you'd be able to recognize a dog when you see one, seeing as how your family is full of them."
Granger gasped, throwing her hands over her mouth. The skin around Weasley's ears went bright red and his wand hand was trembling with anger. Potter, though, lifted his wand and shouted, "Slimartea!"
Viviel watched as a flash of silver shot straight at her…
Viviel and Draco were sitting out in the courtyard in the cold January frost. Well, Draco was sitting; Viviel was more kneeling on the frozen stone trying to finish her Herbology homework before the sun set and they had to go back into to the noisy common room. Being his ever-so-gracious self, Draco had offered to keep her company.
"So." he said again.
"So what?" she asked, her fingers stiff from writing quickly. She didn't want her ink to freeze out in the cold.
Draco sighed and rolled his eyes. "Are you going to come to my game this Saturday or not? We're playing Hufflepuff."
"I have a lot of homework."
"You said you'd come when we went to Hogsmeade." he reminded her.
"I said I'd do it to spite you. I didn't say I'd come." she said calmly. Viviel breathed hot air onto her hands, willing them to be warm.
"Look," he reasoned, standing up, "We should go back to the common room. I'm sure most people are asleep by now. The corner table should be empty and quiet enough for you to do your work. Do you want me to catch a cold?"
She brought up her face to look at him. Draco did indeed look quite frozen. His pale cheeks were windswept and pink, and he shivered into his cloak, though his grey eyes were dancing. Telling him to go back would be no use; he'd stay until she left. He knew that she wouldn't do anything to make him ill.
"You win." she sighed, rolling up her history essay. "I guess I can do the rest over breakfast."
She was packing her ink and quill away when a pair of voices echoed across the courtyard. Three Gryffindor students walked in a trio, talking and laughing, and it was plain by Draco's sneer who they were. Potter, Weasley, and Granger.
"This place is going to the dogs." Draco muttered.
They apparently not noticed that anyone else was occupying the courtyard, and were talking loudly.
"Do you think Hufflepuff has a chance at all this Saturday?" Potter was asking. "We did beat them 200-20, after all."
Weasley shook his head, "Yeah, they might. Slytherin doesn't have the best defensive team this year. Malfoy went for brawns rather than brains when he got elected Quidditch Captain."
"I hope Hufflepuff crushes them. I'd love to see the look on Malfoy's face." said Potter grimly. "It'd put them out of the running for second."
"Wouldn't we all?" said Weasley, chuckling. He made a mock voice, which was apparently supposed to be Draco's, "Oh no, daddy! The stupid bounders beat us! Wah, daddy! Sic You-Know-Who on them, daddy!"
"Shut your mouth!" Draco yelled angrily. Viviel put a hand on his arm to stop him from charging over.
The two stopped laughing, and Granger looked slightly alarmed to see them there.
"What are you doing here?" Potter said rudely.
"Working, fathead."
Weasley cast his eyes over on Viviel, who had her bag already hoisted over her shoulder, and smirked. "Oh, sorry. We didn't realize we were interrupting your… work. I suppose your lap dog was a real help and all?"
"RON!" said Granger, aghast.
Draco pulled out his wand in a flash, and found himself facing two other wands; Potter and Weasley had also pulled theirs out and Viviel could see the gleam in their eyes. They wanted an excuse to hex Draco.
"Don't, Draco." Viviel said, clasping onto the arm that held his wand. She didn't want anyone to get hurt, that would be horrible! Even if the stuffed up prats were the most ignorant blood-traitors she'd ever met. "Just let them be."
"Yeah. Listen to your lady-love." Potter taunted, laughing. "Put it away like a good boy unless you want to find yourself in the hospital wing."
Viviel tugged on his arm and Draco glared angrily at her. Her blue eyes stared imploringly back. "It's getting cold." She whispered. The sun had already gone down and it was getting very dark.
Draco nodded, and shot them a nasty look before turning to walk away with her.
"Look at that!" Weasley said after them. "Maybe we were wrong. Dorgen isn't the dog; it's Draco. He's practically eating out of her dirty hands."
Viviel whirled around angrily. "I'm disappointed with you, Weasley. You think you'd be able to recognize a dog when you see one, seeing as how your family is full of them."
Granger gasped, throwing her hands over her mouth. The skin around Weasley's ears went bright red and his wand hand was trembling with anger. Potter, though, lifted his wand and shouted, "Slimartea!"
Viviel watched as a flash of silver shot straight at her…