Chapter three: Warnings and weirdness.
Yeah, you know when I said this year wasn't going to be that bad? I lied. It's terrible! I hate my life more than ever! First whoever invented muggle alarm clocks should be shot an unforgivable- which I would have done, but you know the rules and they're probabley's dead anyway. Second, whoever thought herbology was a good subject needs help- including my dad. Third, I hate Scorpious 'I'm-so-sexy' Malfoy.
Whoa, okay. You don't understand, right? Let's start from the beginning.
Well, it was the first day of lessons since we came back home- Hogwarts. I was having a lovely dream about stabbing Malfoy in the face with the sword of Gryffindor and strangely enough Dumbledore was there, dancing on the table whilst I was stabbing Malfoy- happy days. Then this horrible wailing sound starts emitting itself from the alarm clock! Me, being the stupid idiot that I am sat bolt upright, grabbed my wand and ran into the bathroom door thinking someone was being murdered. Unfortunately I have a rather large bruise on my forehead- it hurts like hell.
Then we received our timetables from Professor Longbottom (aka: Dad) and I realised that Gwen, Rose and myself have gone and landed ourselves in herbology with the slytherins. (oh joy!) which despite what you may think I am actually rubbish at, much to dad's dismay. So myself, Rose and Gwen marched down to the greenhouses in the rain, wrapping our robes tighter round ourselves. To find none other than Malfoy stood outside smirking like he's done something completely stupid- great. "Oi! Longbottom!" he smirks even wider. I roll my eyes, doing my best to ignore him. I hear Gwen hiss, "Just ignore the idiot." I shoot her a what-do-you-think-I'm-doing look and she rolls her eyes. "I said, oi. Longbottom." Malfoy whispers in my ear, I jumped, I had not realised he had moved any closer to me. "Calm yourself Longbottom. It's only me. Or are you so attracted to me that you shake every time I'm near you." I can feel the smirk in his voice. LUCIE! Say something you idiot. And not that you like trains! Just say words, any words will do! LUUUUUCCCCCIIIIIEEEEE!
"In your dreams Malfoy." I snarl, stepping away from him. His smirk widens. "No, Longbottom, in your dreams." he says stepping closer, I can see every bloody freckle on his pale, perfectly sculpted face.. Wait, did I just say perfect? I meant disgusing.. Maybe. THINK! LUCIE, THINK! You're staring.. LUCIE you are staring… LUCIE GRACE LONGBOTTOM! "No.. Malfoy. Go fuck yourself." I spit and turn around to my rather scary looking father.
"Hello, professor.." I laugh shakily, Dad's eyes narrow.. I know what happens next.
"Lucie, you're staying behind after lessons. I need a word." He nearly snarls. Bloody git.
So, herbology was an absolute joy to be in not.. Stupid plants. But I was glad it's over.. Oh wait, no I'm not- dad wants to see me. Shit. Right. Relax. Breathe: .5... Aghhhh!
"Lucie." Dad says calmly.
"Yes?"
"Do you know why you're here?"
"No. Please, skip the pleasantries and lecture me?" He exhaled quickly, trying to regain his calmness. It's amazing how much I look like him, the same green eyes, brown hair and pale skin.. That is weird.
"Very well then. I am disgusted on your use of language. Although I would rather you cursing Malfoy, than dating him. I'm warning you Lucie. Scorpious Malfoy is bad news. If you know what's good for you, you'll stay well away from him, right?" The calmness in is voice is rather unnerving.
"Right. Stay away from Malfoy. You're disgusted in me. And yeah dating.. Blah blah blah. Got it. Right, can I go to potions now?" He nods curtly, and so I leave him alone. Bloody git.
The rest of the day went alright if I'm honest, no more Malfoy encounters. Although what dad said is rather interesting. I don't know why but it makes me more drawn to Malfoy- not that I was in the first place! But he just seems so weird and complex. Hmm, maybe I should get to know him, find out what he's really like, or maybe even be his friend?
I mean, what's the worst that can happen?