Disclaimer: We only own Agava, Daylon, and Ayva Bradbury. All of the other Harry Potter stuff is property of J.K. Rowling.
A/N: My sister and I both wrote this, so if the writing style changes during certain parts of the fic, that's why.
THE BRADBURY LEGACY
Chapter 4:
Ayva stifled a yawn as she walked into the Great Hall and sat down next to Harry.
"Good morning!" Hermione said brightly looking up from her Arithmancy textbook.
"No morning is a good morning." Ayva responded slowly taking a bite of the toast on her plate, but Hermione had already returned to her book.
"So... Have you decided if you're gonna try out for a chaser position on the Gryffindor team?" Harry asked spooning oatmeal into his mouth.
"No, I'm not so sure I really wanna do quidditch."
Harry looked up at her surprised, "But I thought you love playing!"
"I do. I just don't think I'm good enough to get on the team."
"Yes you are!" Ron said, momentarily pausing from stuffing the food on his own plate into his mouth, "Even when you're just goofing around, you're awesome!"
She blushed slightly at the attention and suddenly became very interested in her scrambled eggs. "I don't know..."
"Come on, Ayva! At least try out! If you don't make it, then, oh well. You'll just have more time to study."
"Yeah, 'cause that's what I always do with my free time." She said sarcastically.
"Try out. Please?"
She sighed, "Fine. I'll do it. Now will you quit with all of this?"
"Yeah! We should ask Madam Hooch if we can practice sometime before the try outs. Don't you think?"
"Sure, whatever." She answered distractedly.
She could feel someone watching her and knew instantly who it was. Raising her eyes, she met Malfoy's gaze, smirking at him slightly before turning back to Harry. "Well, I'll see you in Transfiguration. I've got to go get some stuff out of my room," she said standing up. She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek then quickly left, not bothering to look Malfoy's direction. She already knew what his reaction would be, and she smiled softly as she headed up the stairs and to Gryffindor Tower to grab her bag.
Malfoy stared, dumbstruck, before what had just happened sank in. He knew what she was doing, and he was all to happy to fall for it and kill Pothead.
"I'm going to kill you, Potter." He whispered darkly. "You'll be sorry. You'd better watch your bloody back, 'cause I'll actually make it bloody!" Then he ran off after Ayva.
Ron leaned over to Harry, "I think he likes her." He said, shocked himself.
"Well, duh!" A rude voice behind them sneered. They spun around and saw Daylon standing behind them. "They are engaged. Arranged by our own parents of course." Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and almost every other Gryffindor all stared at him, too shocked to speak. He leaned closer to Harry, whispering in his ear, "You stay away from my sister. If you lay one hand on her, you won't be The-Boy-Who-Lived anymore." Then he turned around and stalked back to the Slytherin table.
Agava, who had heard the whole thing, walked up to them, "You know," she said sweetly, her hair brown and eyes green, "lips aren't hands." Suddenly, her hair turned black and her eyes turned icy blue. "I can't believe I actually came and talked to you!" She cried before fleeing.
"She's a nut job, that one." Ron stated, "But she does have a point." Harry nodded his agreement.
Ayva heard footsteps running after her as she hurried up the marble stairs and turned her head slightly to see Malfoy.
"Ayva! Wait up!" He yelled running faster.
She sighed, but kept going. She wasn't about to stop, like she knew he wanted her to do.
He caught up to her when she was halfway up the staircase leading to the fourth floor and grabbed her arm, turning her to face him.
"I know what your doing, Ayva." He said softly.
She smiled at him, "Really? What's that?"
"You're trying to make me jealous with all of this crazy Potter crap."
She was just about to respond when there was a shudder beneath them and the staircase they were standing on began to move slowly to a new position.
Ayva lost her balance and fell against Malfoy, who instinctively wrapped his arms around her. When the staircase stopped moving she looked up at him and said what she was about to tell him when the stairs shifted, "And it's working, isn't it?"
"Maybe." He said pulling her closer, his steely gray-blue eyes gazing into her icy blue ones.
Slowly, he reached up and pushed her long, black hair out of her face then gently lifted up her chin and leaned down toward her. She closed her eyes and reached up to meet his lips with hers, and he kissed he softly. He moved his hand to the back of her head, moving her closer, but she pulled back suddenly, gently pushing him away.
"What? What's wrong?"
"We should go." She said smiling at him, "I mean, before the stairs move again."
He just stared at he face intently for a few seconds before turning and heading back down the stairs ash she kept going up to Gryffindor Tower.
A/N: Hope you liked this chapter. Please review.
A/N: My sister and I both wrote this, so if the writing style changes during certain parts of the fic, that's why.
THE BRADBURY LEGACY
Chapter 4:
Ayva stifled a yawn as she walked into the Great Hall and sat down next to Harry.
"Good morning!" Hermione said brightly looking up from her Arithmancy textbook.
"No morning is a good morning." Ayva responded slowly taking a bite of the toast on her plate, but Hermione had already returned to her book.
"So... Have you decided if you're gonna try out for a chaser position on the Gryffindor team?" Harry asked spooning oatmeal into his mouth.
"No, I'm not so sure I really wanna do quidditch."
Harry looked up at her surprised, "But I thought you love playing!"
"I do. I just don't think I'm good enough to get on the team."
"Yes you are!" Ron said, momentarily pausing from stuffing the food on his own plate into his mouth, "Even when you're just goofing around, you're awesome!"
She blushed slightly at the attention and suddenly became very interested in her scrambled eggs. "I don't know..."
"Come on, Ayva! At least try out! If you don't make it, then, oh well. You'll just have more time to study."
"Yeah, 'cause that's what I always do with my free time." She said sarcastically.
"Try out. Please?"
She sighed, "Fine. I'll do it. Now will you quit with all of this?"
"Yeah! We should ask Madam Hooch if we can practice sometime before the try outs. Don't you think?"
"Sure, whatever." She answered distractedly.
She could feel someone watching her and knew instantly who it was. Raising her eyes, she met Malfoy's gaze, smirking at him slightly before turning back to Harry. "Well, I'll see you in Transfiguration. I've got to go get some stuff out of my room," she said standing up. She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek then quickly left, not bothering to look Malfoy's direction. She already knew what his reaction would be, and she smiled softly as she headed up the stairs and to Gryffindor Tower to grab her bag.
Malfoy stared, dumbstruck, before what had just happened sank in. He knew what she was doing, and he was all to happy to fall for it and kill Pothead.
"I'm going to kill you, Potter." He whispered darkly. "You'll be sorry. You'd better watch your bloody back, 'cause I'll actually make it bloody!" Then he ran off after Ayva.
Ron leaned over to Harry, "I think he likes her." He said, shocked himself.
"Well, duh!" A rude voice behind them sneered. They spun around and saw Daylon standing behind them. "They are engaged. Arranged by our own parents of course." Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and almost every other Gryffindor all stared at him, too shocked to speak. He leaned closer to Harry, whispering in his ear, "You stay away from my sister. If you lay one hand on her, you won't be The-Boy-Who-Lived anymore." Then he turned around and stalked back to the Slytherin table.
Agava, who had heard the whole thing, walked up to them, "You know," she said sweetly, her hair brown and eyes green, "lips aren't hands." Suddenly, her hair turned black and her eyes turned icy blue. "I can't believe I actually came and talked to you!" She cried before fleeing.
"She's a nut job, that one." Ron stated, "But she does have a point." Harry nodded his agreement.
Ayva heard footsteps running after her as she hurried up the marble stairs and turned her head slightly to see Malfoy.
"Ayva! Wait up!" He yelled running faster.
She sighed, but kept going. She wasn't about to stop, like she knew he wanted her to do.
He caught up to her when she was halfway up the staircase leading to the fourth floor and grabbed her arm, turning her to face him.
"I know what your doing, Ayva." He said softly.
She smiled at him, "Really? What's that?"
"You're trying to make me jealous with all of this crazy Potter crap."
She was just about to respond when there was a shudder beneath them and the staircase they were standing on began to move slowly to a new position.
Ayva lost her balance and fell against Malfoy, who instinctively wrapped his arms around her. When the staircase stopped moving she looked up at him and said what she was about to tell him when the stairs shifted, "And it's working, isn't it?"
"Maybe." He said pulling her closer, his steely gray-blue eyes gazing into her icy blue ones.
Slowly, he reached up and pushed her long, black hair out of her face then gently lifted up her chin and leaned down toward her. She closed her eyes and reached up to meet his lips with hers, and he kissed he softly. He moved his hand to the back of her head, moving her closer, but she pulled back suddenly, gently pushing him away.
"What? What's wrong?"
"We should go." She said smiling at him, "I mean, before the stairs move again."
He just stared at he face intently for a few seconds before turning and heading back down the stairs ash she kept going up to Gryffindor Tower.
A/N: Hope you liked this chapter. Please review.