A/N: Alrighty, readers. I've finally done it and gotten back into these stories. Please don't hate me! And to be nce I'm adding up two chapters today. Granted this first one is a filler between Chapter 3 and Chapter 5 but I hope you like it anyway. Please ENJOY!
Chapter 4: The Room that Listens
Vanessa walked down the empty hall after her confrontation with Potty. Her anger was on a dangerous edge, so dangerous that the suits of armor in the hall shook. "Damn that scar- headed twit! Damn him and his damn goodness! 'People might like you if you were nicer.'" She mimicked his voice while rubbing at a pain in her left shoulder. "What a load of shit!"
Her walk became more and more forceful with each passing step. The sound of her boots hitting the stone echoed threateningly, warning the world to stay away. Anyone stupid enough to glance at her would see her clothes and hair blowing around, as if she were inside of a tornado. She appeared unaware of the magic she was emitting until a row of suits of armor simultaneously crumpled into heaps of metal.
"Great! Just fucking great! One more piece of shit I'm stuck dealing with!" She looked down at her hands. In each palm there were four bleeding crescents where her nails had been. She couldn't remember clenching her hands so tightly. This fact seemed to anger her once more. She began to pace and spoke aloud to herself.
"I need to cool down. I need to cool down! I fuckin' need to fuckin' cool down!!"
As if on cue, a wave of ice cold water crashed over her from the wall.
'WTF? A wall?! A wall threw water at me?! Yeah right!'
Wiping her now sopping wet hair out of her face, she gazed at the offending wall. It looked like a wall. She poked it with a wet finger. It felt like a wall. She turned away, a thoughtful expression on her face. 'I wonder…'
The next moment she was swearing at the wall and nursing sore toes. 'Definitely a wall; note to self, do not test a wall by kicking it.'
Still muttering curses under her breath, Vanessa leaned against the wall and was greeted by wet fabric on skin. 'Great! Now I gotta dry off. Where will I find somewhere for that? Did I pass a bathroom on the way? Which way did I come from anyway…? Which way is Slytherin…?'
When she glanced at the wall, there was a door… in the spot where a wall once stood.
She raised her eyebrows at the appearance. "Uh-huh. And you think I'm just going to waltz right through a door that appeared out of no where. Do you think I'm an idiot?" There was no response. She sighed. "I'm talking to walls now… Whatever. I'll just go in…"
Vanessa pushed open the door and her jaw dropped. The room before her was filled with towels. "Jesus, I only need one…" she grumbled. In the blink of an eye all but one of the towels disappeared.
"Damn," she murmured as she wrapped herself in the towel. "This room should give that blonde momma's boy a lesson or two in obedience. Maybe then he'd be a better lackey…"
At that moment there was a knock on the door. Rolling her eyes, Vanessa opened it to see Malfoy standing there. They stood looking at each other for a few moments before she spoke.
"What the hell are you doing here, Malfoy?" she stated, her voice monotone.
Draco pondered her words a minute then responded, "You know, I have absolutely no idea."
Vanessa shrugged and grabbed him by the collar. "Whatever, just come in." She dragged him in and dropped in to the ground roughly.
"What? No beanbag or anything?" he asked her. Instantly, a tie-dye beanbag appeared beneath him.
The bad Granger eyed the color skeptically. "Whoa, fucking hippy!"
The blonde stood up scowling. "Well it's better than being a bloody bigot!"
"What the hell's a bigot?" Vanessa snapped back.
"…Good question…" Draco replied. "But whatever it is, that's what you are!"
"You're so immature," Vanessa scoffed, turning away from him. "Typical male…" She sat down on the floor with her back to him. Fighting with him was doing the opposite of why she had found the room in the first place. It was aggravating her and not at all calming her down. 'Damn that moron. He's no better than Potter. They're both insufferable gits. Males should just die!! GRR!! God, I want to stab something…!'
As this thought crossed her mind a knife and dummy of Harry materialized in front of her.
"Nice," her voice was soft and held an edge of cruelty in it. She picked up the knife, looked at it a moment then suddenly threw it. It hit the dummy right between the legs. "Direct hit," she laughed as the knife and dummy faded again.
Draco was staring at her as she turned to look at him. His eyes were wide and fearful. "Dear Merlin, I never want to make you mad."
"A little late for that, Draco…"
The next day in the Great Hall the students watched as the Slytherin Prince walked into the hall nursing his shoulder and limping slightly. Vanessa entered after him, rolling her eyes at her lackey.
Ron snorted and turned to Harry. "Well, it was pretty obvious what happened to Mal-ferret."
Harry shoved his magically lengthened hair out of green eyes no longer shielded by glasses. "It was?"
"Vanessa."
"My sister wouldn't hurt that git. It's a waste of her time." Hermione pointed out, the incident with Buckbeak in third year playing in her mind. "Anyway, Harry, when are you going start your lessons with Vanessa? Her powers are rather wild. Yesterday she destroyed an entire hallway."
"I was thinking after she got a bit more used to the magical world… and when she stopped hating me."
The Head Girl scowled. "You know that's not going to happen. You've got to initiate these lessons or they'll never happen."
"Don't blame him, 'Mione. Being alone with that girl would scare anyone." Ron comforted.
"Harry, you have to do this. McGonagall's counting on you."
"Fine! I'll ask her now…" Harry stood up. 'Personally I'd rather take on fifty Voldemorts than go through with it…' He walked over to the Slytherin table. But when he arrived there was no sign of her… or Malfoy. 'Where'd she go? She just disappeared. She can't do that, right?'
A/N: Well, there you have it... I remind you this is more of filler than anything else but I thought it was fun... The next chapter will be up as soon as I type it...
Tell me your thought! Until then, Ja ne!