Chapter Nineteen: Tea With Miss Vicky
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Contradicts to the 6th book because story was created before the 6th book and has nothing to do with it.
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When his grandmother told him that he was what people call 'socially retarded', Neville Longbottom took that as a joke and put it in the way back of his mind. He thinks he is good with people. He's nice…caring…nice…good with plants…nice…Ok, so he's not perfect but he always thought well of himself despite what some of his peers say.
However, today was one of those lonely days. Everyone was out in the courtyard or busy with their homework. Harry wanted to be left alone to himself and Neville understands. Ron was with Hermione doing homework Neville feels like the third wheel among them so he left the studying group too.
Then he decided to visit Ginny Weasley. She was always there to talk. And ever since getting paired up with Pansy Parkinson in DADA, he has had something particularly stuck to his mind.
Neville strode through the halls slowly while frowning harder and harder with every step he took.
Why can't I get her out of my head? This is so wrong.
I can't fall in love with her, I just can't.
She will say no, I know she will.
"Longbottom! Watch out!" a familiar voice screeched.
Neville looked up but was too late, he rammed hard into a fellow student and fell painfully on his butt. Some one fell alongside of him.
"I told you to watch out, you headless dint!" the voice screeched angrily. "Now my new skirt is ruined. You better pay for it!"
"I'm really sorry Pansy." Neville sputtered. "I didn't mean to, I swear…"
"I don't care." Pansy Parkinson spat out and jumped hurriedly to her feet. "I was going to visit Drakey Pooh wearing this outfit and now it's ruined. Don't just stand there! Pick up my books you blundering fool!"
Neville slowly fetched the scattered books around the marble floor.
It's Draco Malfoy that she likes…I should just forget it.
As he handed her the books, their fingers brushed against each other and Neville felt an odd sensation jolting through his hands. Pansy seemed to have felt it too, for she paused a second before shaking her head slightly and walking off. Neville watched the girl walk further and further away from him in disappointment.
Then he decided he isn't going to be a coward anymore.
No…I can't lose to Malfoy. What I feel is real.
Gathering up all the bravery and strength he had in him. Neville called out to the Slytherin girl.
"I…I can help you with herbology you know!…I …I heard you weren't doing very well in it…I can help you…"
Pansy stopped and turned around. Neville's thin strand of hope vanished when he saw the Slytherin's expression.
Arrgh stupid Neville! Stupid! You really are socially retarded!
Pansy was furious. How dare he point out she was stupid. She knew what he meant. She turned to shout at him but saw the expression on his face and stopped. It was rather sad and plump, but she saw the hopeful tint in his eyes. He looked like an abandoned puppy and she felt an uncanny sensation tugging at her heart.
I can't believe I'm feeling sorry for the clumsy oaf! What is wrong with me? And when he touched me hand…
What she felt when she touched his fingers were real. And she knew. But Longbottom?
Pansy sighed inwardly. Draco would not be happy to see her, she knew. He is too wrapped up in that bitchy red head. She was not used to not having a boy around her side…
I suppose Longbottom would do. And I do need help in herbology…
She agreed in a rather snobbish way but she agreed nonetheless.
Neville could have jumped and wooped, but he didn't want to make a bad impression. They walked quietly into the library together with Neville trailing 6 feet behind Pansy as she requested.
And like Blaise Zanbini, in a moment of happiness and confusion, Neville forgot completely about the sickie he was supposed to visit.
The woman is crazy…
It's been a whole day…doesn't she need to go to the bathroom? Or eat? Or shower?
Crazy…mad…she's insane.
Madam Pomfery has sat between the beds of Ginny and Draco for twelve hours straight. Draco is nearly driven to the point of explosion. He needed the nurse to get out of the way. He needed to talk to Ginny. He needed to touch her. He needed her. The fact that Ginny Weasley seems to be fine with Madam Pomfery sitting between them bothered him even more.
Damn! How can she not care? We were this close…now I wish I didn't pull that trick on her. At least then, I probably would have kissed her.
'I don't know." What is that suppose to mean?
A maybe?
Shit.
I can't have that.
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The woman is a saint sent from heaven.
Don't even go to the bathroom! Who knows what he can do in minutes time.
Ginny could tell from the grunts and heaves of sighs coming form the Slytherin boy that Madam Pomfery's stay did not please him. She just avoided his and gaze and read the get-well cards her friends sent her.
When Madam Pomfery finally couldn't take any more of Draco's grunts of annoyance, she clicked her tongue furiously and told him to go to sleep.
"But it's only seven!" Draco exclaimed. "Who in the right mind would go to sleep that early?"
"Sleep or get out Mr. Malfoy, there is no reason for you to stay here any longer! Your ribs have been healed!" Madam Pomfery warned.
"I'll sleep!"
Ginny watched the Slytherin boy remain seated in his bed.
"What now?" the old witch asked.
"I can't sleep with you watching me! I am a man now you know… I would like my privacy…"
"OUT! OUT DRACO MALFOY! GET OUT."
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Miss Vicky's silky black high heels clicked and clacked down the empty corridor as she made her way to the Hospital Wing. She was going to pay a nice little visit to Ginny Weasley. Of course now that the girl knows her little secret she wasn't stupid enough to think that the silly little witch was going to forget it any time soon. It is a rather…unforgettable secret in the first place…
As she peered into the hospital wing, she was greeted by an angry Slytherin boy. He was stomping towards the door in his pajamas.
"Ah…good evening Mr. Malfoy…" Miss Vicky slurred and flashed a wide smile. "How does the hero feel today?"
"Well." The boy said coldly and walked off.
"Someone's in a touchy mood…" Miss Vicky called out after him.
When she entered she spotted the redhead lying on the bed nearest her snoring rather loudly.
Ah…the girl's faking the sleep rather badly…"Do you need something Vicky?" Madam Pomfery called out to her. She could hear the irritation in the old witch's voice.
"I need a word with Miss Weasley here." Miss Vicky said sweetly and walked over to the nurse, easily towering over her.
"As you can see, Miss Weasley is sound asleep. Might you come back later?"
"Oh no no no no no." Miss Vicky said shaking a large finger at Madam Pomfery who looked a bit taken back. "This is very important. I need to say this now."
"Very well." The nurse said reluctantly and retreated back into her office.
With a victorious smile, the tall DADA professor walked back to Ginny Weasley's bed and drew the curtains around them. Like a predator that spotted its prey, Miss Vicky took her wand out and gave Ginny a painful prod on the forehead.
"Ouch!" Ginny's eyes snapped open and gazed fearfully into Miss Vicky's venomous black ones.
"Oh! Hullo there Professor! Haha, didn't um…hear you come in!"
"Good Evening Miss Weasley. I trust that you are well." Miss Vicky said slowly, smiling wider than ever.
"Uh…yes, yes I'm quite well…" Ginny mumbled nervously, keeping her eyes down on the sheets.
"Now…I'm here to speak to you about a very important subject." The large lady began.
"Yes…"
"Would you like tea?"
"What?"
"Would you like tea?"
"That's the subject?"
"Of course not you silly little girl!" Miss Vicky snapped suddenly, her eyes ablaze. "I'm asking you would you like tea so that we might enjoy it while we talk about our subject. And I trust that you know what the subject is, do you not? It took a lot of courage for me to come to you. Now do not play stupid with me woman!" she finished with a deep tremble on her adam's apple.
"I…er…yes…ok…" Ginny said helplessly with a wince.
"Now. Would you like tea?" Miss Vicky repeated, her expression calm and passive again.
"No thankyou."
"Fine." The teacher said frostily and flicked her wand. A bright pink teacup and a matching teapot appeared in front of her. With another flick, the teapot began to pour tea and a spoon appeared in the cup and began stirring clumsily, spilling bits of hot tea on Ginny. Miss Vicky chose to ignore this and smiled more widely.
"Now, I expect you remember what you saw that day in the bathroom." Miss Vicky said blankly, her eyes hammering down on the Gryffindor girl.
"Uh…yes..." Ginny said reluctantly while still trying to dodge the boiling liquid that was flying everywhere.
"Tsk tsk. You poor dear!" Miss Vicky said sympathetically as if it wasn't her that Ginny saw butt naked.
Ginny wasn't really paying any attention, her eyes were fixed on the cup and spoon that seemed to be battling each other, the tea cut refusing to be stirred in such a harsh way, and the spoon trying to keep up with the cup that was whizzing all over the place. Finally, the teacup cracked angrily and chucked the spoon out from the tea and the stirring utensil landed on Miss Vicky's left cheek with a wet smack.
"ENOUGH!" Miss Vicky roared and the hot pink tea set disappeared. "Now where were we?"
Ginny remained silent with a rather clueless look on her face.
"Oh yes…so now you know that instead of a delicate flower that I appear to be, I am really a sexy, macho beef cake."
Ginny almost choked on the nothingness in her mouth. Macho beefcake?
"You see, the it's the shameful love that drove me from my true path…" Miss Vicky continued with tears glistening in her eyes.
Ginny Weasley was now more deeply disturbed than ever.
"Promise me this one thing Miss Weasley! Please!" Miss Vicky gulped and grabbed Ginny's hand.
"Erm…what is it Miss Vicky?" Ginny said with a weak smile while trying desperately to pull away from the man's tight grasp.
"Puh leaaaaaaaaasssse don't tell! If you do! I will be ruined!Please! Please! PUH-LEEEEEEASE!" by this time, the professor was bawling.
"Ok ok! I promise!" Ginny Weasley said swiftly, cutting Miss Vicky's crying off.
"You…swear?" Miss Vicky said with a tiny sob.
"Yes I swear it…" Ginny Weasley said with a tiny sigh.
"Ok!" the cross dresser said cheerfully. Miss Vicky got up from her chair and clapped her unusually large hands together. "Well! I have to go! Have a date tonight you know! It was nice talking to you dear!" and with a half wave, Miss Vicky walked out of the infirmary, feeling triumph over the Gryffindor.
You can just hear Ginny's mind snapping apart.
Blaise ran his fingers along the side of a round crystal case, his fingers caressing the smooth clear glass. Inside the case was a lone Dandelion levitating in mid-air. Blaise frowned as he studied the small garden weed. One of its leaves was a bit crumpled at the end and the bright yellow petals were ruffled and tinged with the brown of death.
Why am I getting worked up over a flower…an ordinary flower with no importance to the world? It wouldn't matter if I had just crushed it in my hands…then why…
"What in Merlin's beard is wrong with you Zabini?" a cold drawl interrupted him. Blaise needed not to look up to know who it is. "Collecting flowers are we? Is the Slytherin house going to the dogs?"
"I see you are back Draco." Blaise said good naturedly, still fingering the crystal case.
"I see you've come out of the closet." Draco said with a smirk and flopped onto his bed.
"Very funny Draco. This was given to me as a gift." Blaise answered callously.
"A garden weed?" the blonde Slytherin said with a laugh. "Some one must like you loads. And look! You've put it in a case. I guess you fancy her back."
"Hmm…" Blaise growled without taking his eyes off of the dandelion.
"What's the matter with you?" Draco asked, alarmed at the lack of nasty comments from his fellow Slytherin. "Bloody hell Zabini, you look like a school girl in love. Come now, do tell who the lucky lad is."
A flying book hit Draco in the chest.
"You're the one to talk Draco." Blaise said finally looking up at his friend. "Unsuccessful with the mad little redhead are we? Is that why you came back with such a nasty look on your face?"
"Shut up." Draco said sourly and looked away. "She wants me."
Blaise howled with laughter. "Ah…and Miss Vicky is really a man." This time a flying book hit Blaise in the chest.
"Who gave you the flower Zabini?" Draco asked again trying to change the subject.
"Some girl." The dark haired Slytherin said and gazed back at the flower. "No one important."
"Then why put so much care into it?"
"Hey don't try to change the subject." Blaise said angrily and looked up again. "I'm telling you Draco, Weasley is bad company. Do not make a fool of yourself."
"It's none of your business." Draco answered coldly.
"You are a Slytherin. She is a Gryffindor. You two are like oil and water. Do not put the Slytherin house's reputation at stake!"
"I said it's none of your business what I do Zabini." Draco growled angrily and sat up from his bed. His angry gray eyes glowing dangerously. Blaise seemed unaffected by Draco's expression.
"This is a warning Draco. Coming from all of us. You have turned a cold shoulder to the rest of the house this year. We will not save you from the sticky end you will be in eventually."
"Good." Draco grumbled and pulled the pine green curtains around his four-poster.
Lying back on his pillow, he studied the patterns of the carved engravings on the wood of his headboard, slowly realizing the truths in Blaise Zabini's words.
Hey! Kinda late update but I still updated!. I am rather pleased with this chapter. I dun think I would have finished this fast if it weren't for the reviews! I gotta thank this one person…. HI POPPY! THANKS FOR STAYING UP TIL 4 TO READ MY STORY!
AHHHHHH you guys da best! Ok so I said I would include the "People to Kill When I Come of Age and Dominate the World" list by Draco Malfoy. So here it is!
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People To Kill When I Come of Age and Dictates the World.
All Powers Shall Be Mine.
Documented By Draco Malfoy. Age 5 to…
LORD VOLDEMORE. (To come of power, I must kill him)
FATHER. (he's not a very good dad.)
DOBBY (he's creepy looking.)
THE BIRDS IN THE TREE BACK YARD. (they left white things on favorite toy of mine)
MR. HALLSBY (he sells peanut butter ice cream…I despise peanuts.)
MRS.HALLSBY (she's married to Mr. Hallsby)
CINDERELLA (she's a sissy)
CRABBE(takes up too much space)
GOYAL( thinks he might fancy me)
HARRY POTTER ( HE MUST DIIIIIEEE MUST DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE)
RON WEASLEY(too tall)
DUMBLEDORE(too hairy)
BOY WHO SITS BEHIND ME IN CHARMS(won't stop blowing in my ears. Is very disturbing)
MICHAEL CORNER(stalker of Ginny Weasley)
BLAISE ZABINI maybe…(still not sure if I should kill him or not…makes too many smart ass comments)
PANSY PARKINSON(too whiny and bothersome)
FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY(put unknown substance in my boxers…)
MADAM POMFERY maybe…(WON'T STOP INTERRUPTING ROMANTIC KISSES)
MISS VICKY(tried to grope)
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OK HAHAHAHAHA I THINK THAS AS FAR AS It GOES…THEY MIGHT SEEM A BIT LOONY…BUT REALLY…WE'RE ALL LOONY ON THE INSIDE…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA….
Farewell
Lonely fish