A/N: This is a flashback chapter, from where Ivy and Hannah meet Lockhart.
Chapter 8
Meeting Lockhart
I think I should tell you why I don't like Lockhart. It all started in the first Defence Against the Dark Arts class:
Ivy and I had lined up outside the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom. Ivy was onto mine and Draco's plan to get her and Blaise together, so in exchange for her to stop yelling at me about it, I promised that this one class, we would sit together.
So I saw Lockhart's blond head poke out of the doorway.
"Don't just stand there!" he said cheerfully "Come on in!"
I rolled my eyes at his overly happy demeanour as I walked in. I had always had a hunch that he was a fake, and he never really did all that stuff he wrote about in his crappy books.
I sat down with Ivy as far away from Harry and Ron as possible. I wasn't Harry's biggest fan for the simple reason that him and Ron had taken Mr Weasley's car and flown it to Hogwarts! I was ready and willing to beat the crap out of both him and Ron, but McGonagall wouldn't let me. So they got detention.
"I see you bought my series of books." Lockhart said, beaming at all of us, making Hermione melt and nearly making me retch. "Excellent. Now, I think we should have a quiz. Just to see what you've taken in."
And with a flick of his wand, pieces of parchment were in front of everyone in the class. I flashed Draco (who was sitting across from me) a look that clearly said "He's got to be joking, right?"
Ivy leaned in next to me "Want to do something fun? Let's give all bogus answers!"
I smirked at Ivy and gave her a high five "Genius!" I said, beaming at her "Let's do it!"
Ivy and I scribbled away at the quiz. Here was what I had written:
What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favourite colour?: Midnight blue (my own favourite colour)
What is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement to date?: Meeting Jeff Skinner.
What is Gilderoy Lockhart's dearest ambition?: To rid the world of himself.
What would Gilderoy Lockhart like most for a gift?: A Kitchener Rangers jersey signed by Jeff Skinner.
When the test was done, Lockhart was flipping through the tests, expressing his disappointment "Tut, tut. Nobody knew that my favourite colour was lilac! But Ms Granger," he paused, smiling at Hermione "knew my dearest ambition is to rid the world of evil and carry my own line of hair care potions! Ten well earned points to Gryffindor! And who was the one who wrote for what my favourite gift 'A Kitchener Rangers jersey signed by Jeff Skinner?"
The Slytherins laughed, as did Ivy, Harry, Ron and Hermione. I put up my hand.
"ME!" I said, laughing.
"Five points from Slytherin for that terrible joke, Ms Potter." Lockhart said, rolling out a cage. "Now, we're going to learn how to handle these creatures. But be warned! They are very, very, tricky, and supremely vicious!"
Lockhart pulled the cover off the cage, and I saw a large amount of…pixies!
"PIXIES!" Seamus Finnigan and I said together, both of us laughing "Good lord, deliver us!"
"You think this is funny?" Lockhart demanded "I'll show you funny!" he added, opening the cage door.
The pixies went ape shit! They flew everywhere around the classroom, tormenting students and pulling poor Neville up by the ears onto a chandelier!
I ducked under a table, avoiding the mischievous pixies, taking my wand out of my pocket. I wound up putting my wand hand on top of someone else's.
Draco's.
I blushed as I pulled myself off.
"Hey." Draco said, peeking around for pixies "How's it going?"
"Oh, not bad." I said following suite "You?"
"Same. Just goes to show you." Draco said with a smirk.
"Just goes to show what?" I asked looking into his face.
"That there's never a dull moment at Hogwarts." Draco said, taking my face in one of his hands.
"Immobulous!" Hermione shouted, causing me to pull my head up.
"OW!" I shouted, rubbing my aching head as I crawled out "That was stupid!"
Draco nodded "I agree, that was very stupid of you."
I smacked him "Don't agree with me!" I shouted.
"You may head to your next class, Ms Potter, Mr Malfoy." Lockhart said, beginning to round up the now frozen pixies.
I rolled my eyes and grabbed my book bag. Something told me being in Lockhart's Defence Against the Dark Arts class was going to be hell.
