Ugh.
Weasley.
She was despicable.
Not to mention everywhere.
She just so happened to be at places I wanted to go to. Like the library, for example.
If it weren't for the fact that she probably hated me as much as I hated her, she could even pull it off as stalking me
The only place I could actually relax and not see her was in the Slytherin common room, and that is where I was now.
"What's wrong with red?" A voice thrilled from the direction of the girls' dormitory. Susanna.
"Red symbolizes Gryffindor," a second voice stated loudly enough for the entire common room to hear. It was a voice I wasn't familiar with. Probably an older student. "Are you sure you're in the right house, Zabini? Perhaps the Sorting Hat meant to put you in Gryffindor but made a mistake of some sort? Ha ha ha, get it? Sort?"
I scowled, trying to tune the argument out. So much for relaxing in my own common room.
"These are my favorite pajamas, Dante, you can't ruin them! I've had them since before Hogwarts! No, stop! Please!"
The girl, who's name must've been Dante, let out a crackle. "Begging me, Zabini? There. Will. Not. Be. Any. Red. Present. In. The. Slytherin. House! I hate to do this to my own fellow Slytherins, but I suppose I should take ten points away for you having something red."
There was a loud rip.
"NO!" Sue's wail caused me to wince. I looked up just in time to see her run downstairs with tears in her eyes. She fixed her eyes on me hopefully, but as I opened my mouth in an attempt to calm her down, she stumbled through the tunnel that led out of the common room.
There went my peaceful evening.
I decided to go after her. If I didn't, she might end up getting into trouble in her current state of mind. Cursing inwardly, I made my way out, wondering where she had gone.
"If I were upset because of a pajama issue, where would I hide?" I muttered to myself, walking down the corridor. I could hear faint sounds in the distance, and assuming it was Sue, I followed it.
To my disgust, I heard the voice that I liked the least coming from ahead. The voice that belonged to a certain know-it-all redhead. "Are you all right?"
Ah, Weasley. So we meet again.
"I-I'm fine," Sue sniffed in response, wiping her tears. "I don't need help from a Gryffindor. Go away!" My respect for Sue instantly grew. Having House loyalty even in such a situation...then I realized that Dante had scolded her for wearing Gryffindor colors earlier, and so her hatred for Gryffindors must be at a new high.
I rounded the corner to find Weasley kneeling down in front of Sue. "Yes, go away, Weasley," I told her curtly, not wanting Sue to throw a fit at her. Insulting her was my responsibility, and no one else's.
Weasley pursed her lips. "Well, Malfoy, I was only trying to help."
I studied her, and noted with interest that she was in her nightgown. This was rather amusing, to say the least. Before I could think of an insult, Sue glared at Weasley and growled, "Well, Weasley, Slytherins don't need help from Gryffindors! Come on, Scorp, let's get out of here."
I gladly obliged her request, and offered her my hand. Sue managed to smile at me through her tears, obviously feeling slightly better, and together we returned to the dungeons. I could feel Weasley's eyes burning into my back the entire length of the short trip.
"Don't worry about Dante," I murmured reassuringly to Sue. "She may like picking on you, but don't give her the satisfaction of being the better one. Stand up to her."
Sue smirked. She was no longer crying. "Yeah, like ripping her nightgown? That sounds like a bloody brilliant idea. What d'you think, Scorp?"
"Hmm," I said thoughtfully, "that might work. We should use magic though, so she can't repair it."
"Excellent!" Sue beamed, laughing at our newly developed scheme. She suddenly frowned. "What if she found out who did it? She'll dock more than just ten points! She'll give us a detention for sure! There's no way we, two first-years, can deal with a prefect!"
I grinned in anticipation. "It'll work out. Besides, she's off doing rounds now. And, you know, prefects have no right in taking points away. Only the Heads have the permission to, Sue. She was...only trying to scare you."
"But what if she's able to trace the magic?"
I sighed. "I'll do the spell portion, then, and you go find it and bring it to me. How's that?"
She bit her lip, and for a wild moment I thought she was going to refuse. Then she nodded eagerly before dashing upstairs to the girls' dormitory. She was back within seconds, holding out a emerald green fancy nightgown to me. I flicked my wand at it, and a large rip appeared in the nightgown's side as Sue cheered me on.
An image of Weasley in her nightgown popped into my mind. Why now of all times for me to be thinking of that prat? And in her nightgown, no less? I groaned, collapsing into an armchair. Sue skipped off to put the nightgown back where it belonged. Now all we had to do was wait till Dante returned to find her beloved sleepwear in pieces.
"Malfoy, how can you do such a dreadful thing? She may have been rude and completely unreasonable, but this is no way to return the favor! That makes you as worse as she is!"
I could almost imagine Weasley shrieking the above in my face if she ever found out.
Merlin, was I going crazy?
Why would I care what Weasley's reaction was? Why would I care if she found out in the first place? Shrugging, I groaned. I had spent way to much time around Weasley, and not even half of my first year had passed. To think of having classes with her for the next six years...
Ugh.
She really was driving me crazy.
The mystery of why Sue was crying is now finally solved!
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