2nd Chapter! Hope you like it! I don't, really, but thats OK, you might. READ. And Review afterward, too.
JK Rowling Owns the setting, characters, part of the plot, blah, blah, blah. I didn't steal it, so nobody sue me. OK? ..... OK. Here's the story.
CHAPTER 2
The Yule ball was in three days. Draco glanced at the calendar hanging on the wall by his bed. Someone had drawn a heart on December 25. He rolled over and ripped the calendar down, muttering to himself. The day wasn't going very well. If only he could strangle Pansy or do something equally satisfying to her, his day would be much better. He could try to find a wart potion or something else disgusting, but the idea of going to the library and meeting up with the mudblood stopped him.
Maybe he could find something in his own books? He looked over at them, a three foot high pile of dusty pages on things like How to Levitate a Beetle. Lot of good that would do him. He groaned and sat up. Maybe he should go to the library. Granger wouldn't necessarily be there... she couldn't spend all of her time in the library, could she?
Pansy's laugh reached his ears. She and her friends must be back from Hogsmeade. His mind was made up. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood, trying to think of a way to avoid having Pansy see him as he snuck through the common room. He didn't particularly approve of sneaking, but he was good at it, and in this case....
Half an hour later, Draco finally reached the library. It had taken him half an hour because his sneaking hadn't gone very well, and he'd had to listen to Pansy for twenty minutes while her friends blocked the door. By the time he'd made it out of there, he could care less whether Granger was at the library. All he wanted was a very unpleasant curse.
Granger wasn't there, unless she was hidden behind one of the tall shelves of books. Draco breathed a sigh of relief as he glanced around. Where could you find curses? He tried to avoid libraries as a rule- big places with lots of dusty books that set off allergies he didn't have- and he had no clue where to find anything. Feeling the eyes of Madame Pince on him, he decided he'd better at least look like he was doing something. Looking around, he saw a sign that said CURSES. He walked over and picked up a leather bound book proclaiming 101 Easy Curses! It sounded a bit corny, like something you'd pick up in a junky little wizard shop in Diagon Alley- or something you'd find in Knockturn Alley, cursed, for other witches and wizards to find. Draco grinned a second- he had opened a cursed book of his father's once, and spent a year with his nose literally in it. His father believed in harsh punishment.
He was just reading about How to make your enemy's hair fall out and deciding whether it was a bad enough punishment for Pansy when the book was snatched out of his hands.
"So..." said Madame Pince, narrowing her eyes as she looked at the cover. "We're reading about curses, are we? The headmaster would be pleased to know, I'm sure..."
Draco scowled. "I was just bored..." he drawled. Usually he was a fairly good liar, but even in his own ears, the comment sounded pitiful.
Madame Pince grinned nastily. ":You are a fifth year?"
"Sixth," muttered Draco sullenly, knowing what she was getting at.
"Ah. Sixth. That's even better. So. You've been at Hogwarts for six years?" she said, pausing, then, not even waiting for him to answer, continued, "Is it just me, or have I seen you... maybe.... Once? Twice? Are you just exceptionally bored today?"
Draco was trying to come up with a comment and not thinking of one when she spoke again. "I think you had better leave before the headmaster is told."
Draco sighed, and left. However, instead of going toward his common room, he headed toward the Gryiffindor common room. Granger would probably know a nice, horrid curse, and he was desperate. All he was going to do was ask for a book, and he might as well start being civil to her before the Yule ball- afterward, he could care less, but the last thing he needed was for Him and Hermione to be arguing all night, and have Pansy talking about 'love spats' for the rest of their time at Hogwarts.
He put a sneer on his face (he'd never be too civil to the mudblood) and waited outside the portrait hole for someone to let him in.
I don't really like this chapter. I think Draco is getting too nice. what about you?!!! REVIEW! Thank you everyone for the reviews, and I'll try not to make it fluffy. I don't think I could make it fluffy if I wanted to, but then, I've never tried.
CHAPTER 2
The Yule ball was in three days. Draco glanced at the calendar hanging on the wall by his bed. Someone had drawn a heart on December 25. He rolled over and ripped the calendar down, muttering to himself. The day wasn't going very well. If only he could strangle Pansy or do something equally satisfying to her, his day would be much better. He could try to find a wart potion or something else disgusting, but the idea of going to the library and meeting up with the mudblood stopped him.
Maybe he could find something in his own books? He looked over at them, a three foot high pile of dusty pages on things like How to Levitate a Beetle. Lot of good that would do him. He groaned and sat up. Maybe he should go to the library. Granger wouldn't necessarily be there... she couldn't spend all of her time in the library, could she?
Pansy's laugh reached his ears. She and her friends must be back from Hogsmeade. His mind was made up. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood, trying to think of a way to avoid having Pansy see him as he snuck through the common room. He didn't particularly approve of sneaking, but he was good at it, and in this case....
Half an hour later, Draco finally reached the library. It had taken him half an hour because his sneaking hadn't gone very well, and he'd had to listen to Pansy for twenty minutes while her friends blocked the door. By the time he'd made it out of there, he could care less whether Granger was at the library. All he wanted was a very unpleasant curse.
Granger wasn't there, unless she was hidden behind one of the tall shelves of books. Draco breathed a sigh of relief as he glanced around. Where could you find curses? He tried to avoid libraries as a rule- big places with lots of dusty books that set off allergies he didn't have- and he had no clue where to find anything. Feeling the eyes of Madame Pince on him, he decided he'd better at least look like he was doing something. Looking around, he saw a sign that said CURSES. He walked over and picked up a leather bound book proclaiming 101 Easy Curses! It sounded a bit corny, like something you'd pick up in a junky little wizard shop in Diagon Alley- or something you'd find in Knockturn Alley, cursed, for other witches and wizards to find. Draco grinned a second- he had opened a cursed book of his father's once, and spent a year with his nose literally in it. His father believed in harsh punishment.
He was just reading about How to make your enemy's hair fall out and deciding whether it was a bad enough punishment for Pansy when the book was snatched out of his hands.
"So..." said Madame Pince, narrowing her eyes as she looked at the cover. "We're reading about curses, are we? The headmaster would be pleased to know, I'm sure..."
Draco scowled. "I was just bored..." he drawled. Usually he was a fairly good liar, but even in his own ears, the comment sounded pitiful.
Madame Pince grinned nastily. ":You are a fifth year?"
"Sixth," muttered Draco sullenly, knowing what she was getting at.
"Ah. Sixth. That's even better. So. You've been at Hogwarts for six years?" she said, pausing, then, not even waiting for him to answer, continued, "Is it just me, or have I seen you... maybe.... Once? Twice? Are you just exceptionally bored today?"
Draco was trying to come up with a comment and not thinking of one when she spoke again. "I think you had better leave before the headmaster is told."
Draco sighed, and left. However, instead of going toward his common room, he headed toward the Gryiffindor common room. Granger would probably know a nice, horrid curse, and he was desperate. All he was going to do was ask for a book, and he might as well start being civil to her before the Yule ball- afterward, he could care less, but the last thing he needed was for Him and Hermione to be arguing all night, and have Pansy talking about 'love spats' for the rest of their time at Hogwarts.
He put a sneer on his face (he'd never be too civil to the mudblood) and waited outside the portrait hole for someone to let him in.
I don't really like this chapter. I think Draco is getting too nice. what about you?!!! REVIEW! Thank you everyone for the reviews, and I'll try not to make it fluffy. I don't think I could make it fluffy if I wanted to, but then, I've never tried.