Everyone LoVeS the New Kids right? Chapter 11, a harry potter fanfic

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Author's Notes: I really appreciate everyone who reads my story! Thanks a bunch! 3

My (Emily's) POV

I walked, dazed, down to the Great Hall. We were supposed to have this big dueling club thing today, which I was not excited to be attending. One, I wasn't exactly the greatest witch. Two, I wasn't looking forward to embarrassing myself in front of the whole school….

I was passing the charms classroom when I heard knocking on the door. I turned towards it, looking at its gray features intently. Suddenly a big square figure popped out at me, scaring me to pieces. I screamed and took off in the other direction.

When I finally turned around, I realized that it was Professor Snape, two pieces of bread on either side of him. He looked like a sandwich.

I stared for a few seconds before completely losing it, falling to the floor holding my sides.

WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!?!

He glared at me in between the two slices, making me laugh even harder.

"I---I---c-can't b-breathe!!!" I screamed, gasping desperately for breath.

I awoke with a jolt, finding myself still giggling.

W…what the….

"Em! Are you okay? You were laughing in your sleep!" Marie asked from the other side of the room.

I could faintly see her sitting on her bed, legs crossed. I sighed and sat up.

"I had a dream that Snape was a sandwich." I said quietly, trying hard not to burst out laughing.

She was silent for a moment. I feared that she would just go on without saying anything.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!" she screamed, falling backwards on her bed, "A SANDWICH?!?!!"

All of us were now down at the Great Hall, surrounding a long, rectangular table. Stars dotted the pale blue table top.

The sound and voices in the Hall were deafening, and I had to scream to hear myself.

"Silence."

Everyone quieted down at once. Somehow Snape could make you shut it without yelling. I wish I could do that…. He kind of pulls you in and hypnotizes you with his black hole eyes and his cold, drawling voice.

"Now in a moment we will choose some of you to get up here and duel a partner. You will try your best to come up with all the spells you can think of, though I'm sure that's not much." He drawled, standing on the table.

Poor table…

"Now…who will go first?"

He's rubbing his grease all over it…

"Crabbe?"

It can never be wiped off…

"And….Collins."

So sad…

"Em!"

Marie elbowed me in the ribs.

Why is everyone looking at me?

"W-what?" I asked, glancing between her and Snape.

"He called you!" she whispered, shoving me up onto the table.

I stumbled up onto the table, heat rising to my face.

I think I'm gonna puke.

I caught Malfoy whispered frantically to Crabbe. Probably telling him last minute spells. Like he could remember them.

"You may start."

I stood there, blood rushing to my face. I could hear my pulse in my ears. It made me sick.

I lifted my wand, determination coursing through me like a waterfall.

"Stup-" I started, but was hit by Crabbe's spell before I could even say it.

I was flung 10 feet backwards, and landed heavily on my butt. Cursing under my breath, I got up and raised my wand again.

"Expelliarmus!!" I yelled.

A jet of pale blue light shot out of my wand and hit Crabbe square in the chest. He stumbled backwards. In order to calm myself down, I began to play a song in my head. (Just lose it by Eminem).

Ok..
Guess who's back?
Back again
Shady's back
Tell a friend
Whaaaaaaaa

Crabbe got up, yelling "Depulso!"

I was flung backwards, this time landing on my back.

Now everyone report to the dance floor
To the dance floor, to the dance floor
Now everyone report to the dance floor
Alright Stop!.....Pajama time

[Verse 1]
Come here little kiddies, On my lap
Guess who's back with a brand new rap?
And I don't mean rap as in a new case of child molestation accusation
(HA-HA-HA-HA-HA)
No worries, papa's got a brand new bag of toys
What else could I possibly do to make noise?
I done touched on everything, but little boys
That's not a stab at Michael
That's just a metaphor, I'm just psycho
I go a little bit crazy sometimes
I get a little bit out of control with my rhymes
Good God, dip, do a little slide
Bend down, touch your toes and just glide
Up the center of the dance floor
Like TP for my bunghole
And it's cool if you let one go
Nobody's gonna know, who'd hear it?
Give a little "poot poot", it's OK! [Fart Sound]
Oops my cd just skipped
And everyone just heard you let one rip

"Stupefy!"

"Expelliarmus!"

Chorus]
Now I'm gonna make you dance
It's your chance
Yeah boy shake that ass
Oops I mean girl girl girl girl
Girl you know you're my world
Alright now lose it
(HA-HA-HA-HA-HA)
Just lose it
(HA-HA-HA-HA-HA)
Go crazy
(HA-HA-HA-HA-HA)
Oh baby
(HA-HA)
Oh baby, baby
(HA-HA)

[Verse 2]
It's Friday and it's my day
Just to party all the way to sunday
Maybe til monday, I dunno what day
Everyday's just a holiday
Crusin' on the freeway
Feelin' kinda breezy
Got the top down, lettin' my hair blow
I dunno where I'm goin'
All I know is when I get there
Someone's gonna "touch my body"

Excuse me miss, I don't mean to sound like a jerk
But I'm feelin' just a little stressed out from work
Could you punch me in the stomach and pull my hair?
Spit on me, maybe gouge my eyes out? (Yeah)
Now, what's your name girl?
What's your sign?
[Dr Dre] "Man, you must be up out your mind"
DRE! (HA-HA)
Beer Goggles! blind!
I'm just tryna unwind now I'm

[Chorus]
Now I'm gonna make you dance
It's your chance
Yeah boy shake that ass
Oops I mean girl girl girl girl
Girl you know you're my world
Alright now lose it
(HA-HA-HA-HA-HA)
Just lose it
(HA-HA-HA-HA-HA)
Go crazy
(HA-HA-HA-HA-HA)
Oh baby
(HA-HA)
Oh baby, baby
(HA-HA)

"Depulso!"

"Incendio!"

[Verse 3]
It's Tuesday and I'm locked up
I'm in jail and I don't know what happend
They say I was running butt naked
Down the street screaming
(HA-HA-HA-HA-HA)
Well I'm sorry, I don't remember
All I know is this much
I'm not guilty
They said, "Save it, boy we gotcha you on tape
yellin' at an old lady 'touch my body!'"

Now this is the part where the rap breaks down
It gets real intense, no one makes a sound
Everything looks like it's 8 Mile now
The beat comes back and everybody lose themselves
Snap back to reality
Look it's !
Yo you signed me up to battle!?
I'm a grown man!
Chubba chubba chubba chubba chubba chubbie
I don't have any lines to go right here so, chubba teletubbie!
Fella's (WHAT?!) Fella's (WHAT?!)
Grab you left nut, make right one jealous (what?)
Black girls
White girls
Skinny girls
Fat girls
Tall girls
Small girls
I'm callin' all girls
Everyone report to the dance floor
It's your chance for a little romance whore
Butt squeezin' it's the season
Just go (HA-HA-HA-HA)
It's so appeasin'

[Outro]
UmMmMmm touch my body
UmMmMmm touch my body
Ooh boy just touch my body
I mean girl just touch my body

We were both hurt and leaning over, holding our stomachs. I fell backwards, only faintly seeing him do the same. He fell off the table and I couldn't laugh as I fell onto the back of my head and blacked out.

I woke up, yet again, in Madame Pomfrey's. One would think that from passing out all the time you'd get used to it, but you don't. It's disgusting. It's like everything gets fuzzy and black, and you feel light-headed.

I hope that never happens again.

Anyway, I woke up and Madame Pomfrey immediately rushed over to me.

"You okay dear? What was Snape thinking?! Letting you kids use spells like that!" she yelled, slamming a glass off water down on my bedside table.

It splashed everywhere and I sat on the bed watching it flow onto the table.

She scurried away to get some paper towels, and I didn't really fell like asking her why she didn't just use magic.

Whatever.

My attention was now on the bed next to me, which held a chubby boy with a thick, round face.

Crabbe.

He must have passed out too….oh I remember! He fell off the table!

I gave a soft giggle as I recalled what had happened earlier before.

"Where is she?! I'm going to kill her! Messing Crabbe up like that!"

My insides did a somersault. I knew that voice.

I heard angry footsteps echoing through the hallway, getting closer to where Crabbe and I lay. I lay frozen, unable to move.

"….that filthy little—"

I looked to my right. None other than our beloved Draco Malfoy was standing before me, his mouth agape, along with Gregory Goyle. He soon closed his mouth, narrowed his eyes, and grimaced.

"What are you staring at?" he asked, spitting the 'you' out like it was some bad tasting medicine.

"Oh, nothing, really" I said sarcastically, "I'm just cherishing this moment, because I'm so lucky to have someone like you in my presence."

Really, I am…

He glared at me.

"You better hope that Crabbe isn't permanently damaged, Collins." He began, "Or my father will here about this."

"Yeah," I snorted, "I'm pretty sure I killed him."

"Just watch out." He spat, turning on his heel and gliding out of the infirmary.

Goyle stayed by Crabbe's bedside for a while more, stealing glares and glances at me every few minutes. I just completely ignored him, and turned over onto my side.

I can't wait till they both leave.

Malfoy's POV

I have to say, I was quit surprised when I saw Emily knock Crabbe out. I mean, half of her spells didn't even hit him! Not to mention that she sucks at spell casting. She's only just gotten to Hogwarts!

Whatever.

I just put on that show to scare her. I don't really care about Crabbe.

Well, a little. But strictly for business purposes.

I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm actually growing to like that Collins girl.

Is something wrong with me?

My (Emily's) POV

Staying in the infirmary did have its perks. For one, you didn't have to attend any classes, and your friends do your homework for you.

Sorry, Marie, Sam.

And you don't have the stress of running around everywhere. The only thing I don't like is the night.

I'm not afraid of the dark, but something about being alone in the darkness of the infirmary creeps me out. And there are some pretty creepy things lurking around Hogwarts.

Well, I'm not completely alone. I have Crabbe. But I highly doubt that if something came to attack me that he would protect me. He'd probably join their side!

Anyway, I'm laying here in the dark and it's creeping me out.

I can't wait till morning.

Clang!

What was that?! Oh God this is scary….is Crabbe awake? Does it matter?

*cursing*

Who's there?! Ahhh!!!!!

Boom!

That better be thunder…

Suddenly I heard footsteps making their way over towards my bed. I whimpered and shrunk under my blankets.

My heart began beating faster, and a cold sweat began on my skin.

The continuous footsteps were heavier than those of Madame Pomfrey's, and Crabbe is snoring next to me.

"Emily!"

I screamed and jumped about two feet high out of my bed. I was ready to run for it when I recognized the figure.

"M-Marie?" I asked, squinting in the dark.

"Yeah. It's me." She said dryly.

Her voice sounds different.

"Don't scare me like that!" I scolded, regaining my composer.

"Well, it's not my fault you're a baby." She retorted, walking over to the left side of my bad.

The starch white sheets stood out in the dark, and I stared at them while I spoke.

"So…why are you here?"

"I came to show you something. Sam is already there. Now get out of bed."

"But—"

"Now!"

I ignored the fact that Marie was ordering me around and tip-toed out of bed. Sam was kind enough to, earlier before, bring me my own pajamas. They consisted of black shorts with purple skulls on them, and a big baggy purple t-shirt.

Marie walked swiftly over to the door, not even glancing back to see if I was following.

"Marie!" I whispered, jogging to catch up with her.

"What?!" she whispered back, glaring at me a little.

"Umm….well…do you think that maybe I could borrow your sweatshirt?" I asked, eyeing her pitch black sweatshirt and red pajama bottoms.

Come to think of it, I've never seen that black sweatshirt before…must be new.

"What? Why?!" she asked, still walking.

How do I explain this…maybe because your wearing pants and a sweater and I'm freezing my head off?! Hmm…nope! Can't think of anything!

But I just replied, "I'm freezing!"

She sighed and took it off, revealing and baggy black t-shirt, which I haven't seen before either. I gratefully took the sweatshirt and pulled it over my head.

"It…it smells like cologne." I realized, sniffing the black material.

"Oh, um…it's…it's….my boyfriends." She replied, looking at me.

"You mean Shane's?" I asked, looking now at the stone floor.

"Um…yeah." She replied, walking ahead of me.

We walked for a while, until I heard some odd whispering.

I ran up and grabbed hold of her arm.

"Wait!" I whispered.

"What is it?" she asked irritably, looking at my hand on her arm.

"I heard something!" I said innocently, giving her my puppy dog eyes.

"Well you'll just have to—"

"Please can we turn around? I don't know where we are anymore and—"

"We are not turning around!"

"But it's creepy down here and I'm tired and you keep yelling at me!!!" I wailed, holding tighter on her arm in the hope that I would hurt her enough so she would turn back.

"Stop it!" she yelled, glaring at me," if you want to turn back than do it! Go and get yourself lost!"

I frowned and let go of her arm.

"I don't know if your mad about what Sam and I said about you kissing Shane, or if it's about something else, but don't talk to me again until you're ready to be nice." I said quietly, looking ahead of me.

She just stood there looking dumbfounded.

I began to take the lead.

I don't know what's up her butt.

Suddenly I heard Marie start to yell in pain.

"Marie, are you okay?!" I asked, turning around.

My eyes widened as I saw, not Marie standing there, but Malfoy.

"Malfoy?!" I exclaimed, jaw dropping to the ground.

He smirked.

"That's right."

"W-what are you doing?! W-why…."

He laughed, a cold, cruel laugh.

"You really are dumb, aren't you? I took you here because I knew you have never been here before. I knew that if you got lost here than you would never find your way back, at least not for a few days."

"But why?!" I screamed, clenching my fists.

I was so furious that I could hear the blood pulsing in my ears.

"Why?" he asked gravely, his face serious now, "because of Crabbe."

"Crabbe?!" I exclaimed, voice rising by the second, "you can't honestly care about Crabbe! I see the way you treat them! Like dirt! Scum!! Well guess what, Malfoy?! That's exactly what you are! You're pathetic and a coward! You love to bully people for the heck of it, but you never get bullied yourself! People are too scared of you! But you know what?! Your nothing without Crabbe and Goyle! Without them people wouldn't be afraid! So if you continue treating them like this, giving them false hopes, then they'll leave you, and you'll have nothing!!!"

My chest was heaving violently up and down, trying desperately to get enough air into my lungs. I glared at Malfoy, who for the first time was speechless.

For once, I knew what to do. For once, it was my turn to act. I took off the sweatshirt and threw it into his arms.

It definitely wasn't Marie's.

I gave him one last look, and walked hotly down the corridor.

He'll never come after me. He'll never apologize. He's too proud.

"So you actually want to get stuck here?"

I instantly stopped.

Are you serious?

I slowly turned around and gasped as Malfoy was two feet away from me.

Smirking, he asked, "Well?"

I shook my head, hardly believing my eyes.

Is this the same Malfoy?

"Well, then follow me." He ordered, shoving the sweater into my hands.

"W-what's this for? It's your sweater isn't it?" I asked, palms getting sweaty.

Even though he was a jerk, I was overwhelmed with affection for him. The butterflies in my stomach went haywire when he was around. Especially now.

"You said you were cold, didn't you?" he asked, his back to me.

I was so happy that I wanted to run up behind him and hug him till he pops. From the moment I had taken the sweater off, my arms went numb with cold. I think it had something to do with these stone walls.

I threw the sweater over my head and followed him cautiously, alert for any sign that he would leave me there.

But he didn't.

Author's Notes: I really liked the way this turned out. I love writing Malfoy's POV, but I'm aware that some people don't like it. Please tell me if you want e to keep writing in his POV or not. Thanks!