Brianne Means Strong Chapter (I think) 11
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Even after they had finished Neville's homework, they sat and talked (quietly) for hours. Molly found herself eerily comfortable talking to him. In all the books she had read, the girls were always shy around their crush.
Of course, the guys in the books were always good-looking, and Neville was far from it.
Finally, just before midnight, Madam Pince shooed them out of the library and told them to return to their dormitories.
Once outside the hall, Molly and Neville continued to chat, until Molly found herself at a portrait of a fat lady in a pink dress.
Neville's ears turned red.
"Uh, this is the Gryffindor Common Room," he said, meekly.
"Oh, er, I completely…forgot where I was going," Molly muttered, as the blood rose to her face quickly. The Slytherin Common Room lay eight floors below.
"Can I show you something?" Asked Neville.
"Erm, what?"
"Well, Harry showed me a good passageway. It'll take you all the way down to the dungeons from the sixth floor, do you wanna use it?" (This knowledge of passageways obtained from Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets Video Game for Gameboy Color xD)
"Really?"
"Well, yeah."
They made their way down to the Sixth floor where Neville stopped ata portrait of Sir Cadogan and pulled the floor-length frame forward to reveal a set of stairs dimly lit by torches.
Molly couldn't help but feel scared.
"Well, I'll see you tomorrow," said Neville, beginning to head back to the seventh floor.
"Uh, Neville?"
"Yeah?"
"Uh, will you…will…do you wanna walk down with me?"
"Um, I'm really tired, Mo, I'm sorry. I would, but I think I'd fall asleep on the way back up."
"Oh. Well, that's OK. Good night then."
"Good night. And thanks for all your help. I really appreciate it."
"Anytime. See you tomorrow."
"Tomorrow." Yawning, Neville made his way up the stairs.
"What was I thinking?" Molly asked herself, making her way down the stairs. "Was I expecting him to take a romantic night-walk with me? Followed by a kiss before he left? God damn. I'm so stupid!"
Molly walked back to the Slytherin Common Room fuming all the while.
"Serpent." She said, as the armor moved out of the way to reveal large, oaken doors.
She was still muttering to herself as she walked into the Common Room, and bumped into—
"Hello, O'Connor," drawled a voice.
"Hello, scum," Molly said coolly, without looking up. I just have to make it to the Girls Dormitory, and then I can go to sleep, she thought to herself. Ignore him. He's an asshole. But fifteen years of hatred and slave labor were boiling inside her.
"What are you doing up so late?"
"What are you doing up so late?" she retaliated.
"Doing it with Longbottom, I suppose," Malfoy continued.
"I always knew you were gay,"
Draco didn't say anything. She had stumped him, at last.
"Leave me alone, just let me go to bed," Molly said.
"I don't think I will."
"Why?"
"Well, you see, as prefect, I can give you detention for being up past curfew."
"And why would you do that? Seeing as you are up past curfew."
"That's why I'm the prefect, you little slut."
"I wonder what Dumbledore was thinking?"
"He wasn't thinking. That old man doesn't think. Like most of the teachers here."
"You included?"
"Ooh, the little American is getting rowdy!" He imitated a sound like a cat growling. "Your time of month again?"
"I'll give you rowdy, you conniving, pompous waste of matter!" And with that, her fist collided with his face.
Malfoy covered his face.
"You won't get away with this!"
"I think I will. Who are you going to tell? Snapey, Snapey, Mawee hit me and I was bweeding! Pouh me! Boo hoo hoo! I got hit by a guw!" (A/N I was trying to make it sound like she couldn't use any R's.) Molly smiled when she looked up at Draco: There was this damn-she's-right look written all over his face.
"Good night," she said, and before he could say anything, she had gone into the girl's dormitory.
Damn, that felt good.