AN- this is long overdue. There is no excuse for such tardiness, oh but there is. Firstly, as you will probably notice, this chapter is very long in lengh and words, because no i did not just hit enter a good million times, i devoted plenty of effort and literary skill into this space, secondly we've had work done on the house and during the first two months of this, the months i've been gone, we've had no internet. :( and let me just say that life wihtout internet is bleak. Sad to say i've become so dependent on it but it's the gospel truth. anywho, i beg and plead you don't give up on me. I know where this story is going, i know whats going to happen, and im on march break with no plans and no friends so i should have another chapter, if not another two up real shortly.
Rainbowspring- You speechless, this cannot be! ...i really don't have much else to go off of here so happy reading my friend.
Scoroseal- I glad you found Theo's paper funny, it took me forever to sort it out. In answer to your question, Pansy hates Millicent for she believes that she is hitting on Draco and vice versa, although we know it isn't true, Daphne rather then telling Pansy how wrong she is like a good friend instead reenforced Pansy's ridicoulousness so that Pansy would ruin her own relationship with Draco. Pansy's secret is revealed this chapter. yeah! but unfortuniatly not the tutoring, but just look at how long it is, next chapter i swear on my life, there will be plenty of the two, or at least a sufficent amount.
Cecilia- Fantastic, awe inspiring, are those good enough synonyms for you? No worries, I wanna smack Pansy hard in the face plenty of times, i'm glad you found Tracy and Theo cute together, I've never written them together so i was a little worried. I consider Blaise to think the world of himself, so he would assume Ollie is madly devoted to him. I'm sorry to say there is no Draco/Astoria this chapter, however there is Draco and Astoria in this chapter. No worries, I'm working on a few good moments for the pair next chappie ;) I'm very proud of my ending authors note, and am glad you noticed the effort.
warning- this chapter contains Umbridge bashing, enjoy ;)
Chapter 6 - Careful what you wish for Tracy
"Blaise-" Pansy greets, grabbing Blaise by the upper arm and fishing him out of the swarm towards the Great Hall. "We need to talk." Pansy continues once the two have reached the edges of the corridor.
"Okay, so talk. No need to mutilate my arm." Blaise whines, rubbing the sore spot on his shoulder.
"Will you quit being such a whiny little prat!" Pansy scolds, smacking Blaise on the shoulder. "This is important."
"So important that you have to ruin my perfect complexion? I'm going to bruise!" Blaise complians
"And I'm going to lose my mind…" Pansy stopped to take a deep breath. "Theo… he doesn't actually care about Tracy does he?"
Blaise's eyes flick left, right, left, right in confusion. "You didn't skip history of magic again did you?"
"Well, even if he does I suppose it doesn't very much matter." Pansy continued, ignoring Blaise's ever growing confusion. "He's shallow isn't he? Pssh, dumb move on his part considering how much he's lacking in the looks department." Blaise's brows were knit so tightly he could knit a sweater. "Well is he?" Pansy demanded
"He what?"
"Shallow Blaise! Is Theodore shallow!" Pansy clarified non to politely. "Ugh, honestly Blaise, does anything that goes in your ears stay there or does it just fly straight out the other one?" Pansy wondered aloud, shaking her head.
"I pay attention!" Blaise assured her. "…sometimes, why are you asking me all this anyway, you do have a BOYFRIEND." Blaise stressed boyfriend, crossing his arms in a sort of triumph.
"Are you accusing me of cheating! And for Nott!" Pansy shrieked, resting a hand on her chest scandalized.
"Why else would you want to know obscure facts about Nott, things that Draco, who is far easier for you to access, knows the answer to and yet instead go to all the trouble of abusing and bullying the information out of me?" Blaise shook his head and tisked, "And you thought you were so clever."
"I just want to know why Theo's wasting his time on that poor girl." Pansy soothed, folding her arms across her chest. "I mean, he can't think she's pretty. He hasn't even attempted to get with m-Daphne, first." Blaise's lips twitched in mild amusement as Pansy corrected herself. " No, he doesn't like her. He's just going to break her heart." Pansy finished with a shake of her head.
"By break her heart, do you mean yours?"
"NO! Tracy's!" Pansy exclaimed. "It's all just one big booty call isn't it. Everybody calls the ugly girl when the want to get some quick and easy." Pansy continued.
"You think Tracy's ugly!" Blaise gaped, scandalized.
"Oh, come on Blaise, it's not exactly a secret, I mean, you've got eye's, you can see her."
"Ouch harsh." Blaise soothed, rubbing his sore shoulder.
"Blaise, you have to help me!" Pansy commanded.
"…fix Tracy's heart?" Blaise answered hopefully.
"Your so hopeless…"Pansy muttered. "No, get Theo with Daphne."
"You want Theo to break Daphne's heart?…I thought you were friends!" Blaise questioned confused.
"It's because were friends I'm pairing them up." Pansy beamed, now Blaise was lost.
"Sooo…friends hurt each others feelings through oddly elaborate schemes involving innocent parties? *cough* Blaise *cough*" Blaise mused.
"You are so thick." Pansy groaned. "Look, Daphne likes Theo, okay, Theo likes pretty girls. Daphne likes compliments, Theo likes pretty girls. Together they will find eternal love and happiness all because I am the most considerate, selfless friend who ever graced this earth." Pansy explained, Blaise scoffed at the last part, earning himself another smack to the shoulder.
"So, Daphne likes Theo." Blaise stated, concealing his amusement.
"Obviously, you should have heard her. So jealous! All, 'Pansy, you have a boyfriend! and No, I don't like him.' I mean, she's practically screaming her love on the roof tops." Pansy squealed. "Can't see why though."
"Can't see-you definitely skipped out of History of Magic to be asking that question, those pick up lines were pure genius!" Pansy just rolled her eyes and made to leave. "Wait, Pansy. Did you ever think that maybe, just maybe when Daphne said she didn't like Theo she actually meant it?" Blaise suggested.
"And people wonder why you haven't had a real relationship. Your lucky you've caught me in such a good mood Blaise,"
"Tell that to my bruising skin." Blaise mumbled.
"I may later bestow you with the knowledge of the inner workings of the feminine mind." Pansy offered. "Now if you'll excuse me I have to detour Tracy from Theo, push Daphne in the right direction and mark some territory." Pansy stated, flicking her hair as she turned to leave.
"Bye Pansy." Blaise rolled his eyes, waving the girl off.
"Good bye Blaise." Pansy said flirtatiously with a wink at the end.
"Stupid flirt," Blaise scoffed. "One of these days someone's going to mistaken her for a whore." Blaise shook his head as he watched Pansy disapear round the corner.
"There you are!" Daphne called in a sing song voice from the opposite end of the corridor, near skipping to meet Blaise. "I've been looking for you, I have fantastic news!"
"You've come to your good senses and your going to set things right between Pansy and Millicent?" Blaise suggest with a grin.
"Oh don't be stupid Blaise, sometimes I think I give you to much credit." Daphne tisked. "I'm going to be able to hold my side of the bargain."
"Wh-what?" Blaise gaped, eyes about ready to fall out of his skull. Daphne seemed to absorbed in checking her hair in the suit of armor just behind Blaise to have noticed.
"Yup, Pansy is totally in love with Theo, I'm surprised she hasn't left Draco of her own accord." Daphne stated triumphantly, returning her attentions to Blaise.
"So Pansy likes Theo huh?" Blaise asked with a slight hitch at the end, although Daphne was far to absorbed with her 'victory' to notice.
"Yes, you should have heard her after history of magic. She was flirting with him like mad." Daphne beamed.
"Maybe Daphne, and this is just a suggestion," Blaise began quite seriously. "Maybe Pansy was flirting with Theo because she's a stupid flirt."
"Blaise, Pansy might be stupid but she's not-" Daphne stopped at the look Blaise gave her. "Alright perhaps she is a flirt, but this was different Blaise." Blaise's expression didn't change. "It is, now, although I'm sure there love would flourish on it's own, time is of the essence, so your going to have to help me speed things up." Daphne stated it delicately with a Colgate smile.
"You want me to help you set Pansy and Theo up?" Blaise's voice cracked at the end, 'please say no, please say no,' Blaise begun to chant under his breath. 'please say no, pleeeeeassse say-"
"Precisely." Daphne beamed.
'damn it' Blaise muttered. Rubbing the back of his neck Blaise begun to talk to his shoes. "Umm, Daphne I don't know if this is the best-" Blaise stopped when his eyes met Daphne's.
"Umm what?" Daphne demanded, taking a step forward. "Do you not want to help me?"
"Nooooo….." Daphne tilted her head, eyes narrowing further. "….yessss." Blaise finished with a very forced grin.
"I thought so." Daphne beamed, fluttering her lashes.
The two started to walk down the corridor towards the Great Hall in a rather awkward silence.
"So, which spell did you choose to write your defence against the darks essay on." Daphne asked.
"I didn't." Blaise told the wall ahead of them.
"You didn't do it." Daphne scolded stopping in front of Blaise to block his way.
"No." Blaise said, avoiding eye contact.
"And why not?" Daphne inquired, rather unimpressed.
"I don't know, I just didn't want to." Blaise shrugged, attempting to go around her.
"Where do you think your going?" Daphne demanded, cutting back in front of Blaise.
"I'm going to dinner." Blaise replied, pushing Daphne a little to the left.
Daphne placed herself back in Blaise's way "Blaise Zambini, you are going to march down to the library and finish that essay this instant." Daphne ordered waggling a finger in Blaise's face. "Until you finish it you are not having any supper." With this Daphne turned on her heel and continued on her way.
"How exactly are you going to stop me from going to the Great Hall?" Blaise asked becoming quite amused.
"Oh I won't stop you from going," Daphne grinned. "I'll just make sure the entire hall can hear me give that little speech a second time." With a nod Daphne turned back on her heal and continued on her way. Her shiny, sleek hair bouncing with each step.
"I didn't want to deal with Umbridge's bitching tomorrow anyway!" Blaise called after her, turning in the opposite direction to work on his essay, he decided he'd do half.
"Poppy, could you please pass the salt?" McGonagall asked.
"Honestly Minerva?" Snape stated rather annoyed. "The salt is sitting right in front of me."
"Well I'm sorry Severus, I just assumed that since you don't like to assist your students you wouldn't be to keen on assisting me." McGonagall stated, cutting into her roast beef. Severus let his hands fall to the table beside his plate and with a roll of his eyes.
"Are you still going on about the Greengrass girl?"
"…would you still like the salt Minerva?" Poppy asked timidly holding the shaker out in front of her.
"Well Severus, I have never met a more studious, responsible student, and it makes little to no sense that she's failing. I know she knows all of the material." McGonagall argued, snatching the salt in her ill controlled rage and using far more force then necessary when shaking it onto her plate.
"It isn't enough to know the material, you know that as well as I do Minerva. You think if someone knows an incantation they can just perform a spell." Snape snapped, stabbing into his plate with much vigor.
"Well, I beg to differ Severus." Umbridge piped in. "If a Witch or Wizard knows the proper incantation and wand motions they should be fully able to perform when necessary." McGongall rolled her eyes as Snape gave her one of his more intense glares.
"And if your theory is correct, would you mind explaining to me why Miss Greengrass is unable to perform in potions?" Snape sneered.
"Oh, Severus. Everyone knows potions isn't even real magic." Umbridge stated with one of her laughs hitched on the end. Snape was prepared to strangle her, he flexed his fingers in anticipation. As much as McGonagall would enjoy Dolores's stranglization, now was not the time nor place.
"It does not matter why Miss Greengrass is failing, but what your doing to change that." McGonagall stated, taking a sip from her glass. Snape turned his back on Umbridge, he was not going to lose his job as a result of her losing her life. It could wait till summer holiday.
"The reasons simple Minerva, the girl mustn't pay attention. Silly girl probably doesn't even know how to open her text book." Umbridge cut in with the damn laugh again. If Snape could wait until summer holiday, McGongall looked as though she couldn't. The glare she shot at Dolores's was Snape worthy.
"As a matter of fact, Minerva, I have found Miss Greengrass a tutor." Snape intervened, deciding that as wonderful as it would be for Dolores to die and Minerva to lose her job now wasn't the time for either of these things to take place, besides, he would be caught in the cross fire.
"Oh, and who would that be?" McGonagall inquired, shooting one last dagger glance at Dolores before returning her attention to Snape.
"Draco Malfoy." Snape answered, waving whatever nonsense Umbridge was saying away from his ears.
"No, he is not-" McGonagall began, abandoning her utensils on her plate with a clatter.
"And why not, even you have to admit that he's more then qualified." Snape retaliated.
"Only because you mark him!" McGonagall snapped.
"Even if your accusation were true, he is two years her senior, he already knows the material." Snape defended Draco, returning his attentions to his plate.
"And what sort of trouble did Mr. Malfoy get himself into to warrant such a punishment." McGonagall asked, slightly concerned, all of the students appeared to be in one piece.
"And why would this have to be a punishment? He may have volunteered." Snape reasoned. To which Hagrid let out a roar of laughter. Snape glared up at Hagrid, his eyes threatening slits, Hagrid's laughter died out into an uncomfortable silence.
"Precisely my point." McGonagall smirked into her cup.
"Draco!" Pansy near sprinted down the length of the table, throwing a third year out of her seat and tumbling to the floor. "Where have you been!" She scolded, plopping down beside Draco in the now empty seat.
"We have the exact same schedule." Draco responded with his brow slightly raised, watching the third year, pick her self off the ground just to be tripped by Pax further down the bench.
"Don't get smart with me!" Pansy snapped. Draco's brow just rose higher. "If our schedules are 'exactly the same', why haven't I seen you?" Pansy sniffed, crossing her arms.
"Well, you never wear your glasses, maybe your going blind." Draco suggested spooning some mashed potatoes onto his plate.
Pansy swatted the spoon out of Draco's hand with a clatter. "I'm being serious Draco."
"Uh,-"
"I mean, its not like you ever sit with me in class." Pansy complained. "Why don't you sit with me?"
"Is this a rhetorical questi-"
"Do you not like sitting with me?" Pansy cut in, her face riddled with accusation.
"No." Draco stated carefully as though he was handling a rather sensitive bomb.
"So you don't like sitting with me!" Pansy growled.
"No…" Pansy's head tilted dangerously to the side "I mean yes?" Her head tilted even more so "I mean…" Pansy's eyes had become slits.
"Well which is it!" She demanded
"…No" Draco stated delicately, to which Pansy did not look pleased. "I meant yes." Pansy slammed her hands on the table.
"You know, if you don't want to sit with me Draco you can just get up and go!" Pansy shrieked, pointing towards the door. "Now!"
"Umm, alright." Draco mumbled making to leave.
"Where are you going?" Pansy questioned shrilly,
"You just told me to-" Draco stated looking from the door to Pansy and back again, it would be so nice to just leave. Unforuniatly, she knows where he sleeps, and Draco wasn't near dumb enough to risk it.
"Sit back down!" Pansy ordered, grabbing Draco's arm and tugging him by the sleeve into his seat.
"I thought you said to leav-" Draco attempted hopefully, turning to glance at the doors, pointing out the direction with his thumb.
"If you want to." Pansy corrected, sticking her head out in that manner girls do when they shake there head as though to say, what the bloody hell you idiot, can't you see I'm pissed. "You don't want to leave me," Pansy took Draco's silence as a bad sign. "Well do you!"
"Is there a right answer to this question?"
"Draco answer the fucking question!"
"Pansy…are you alright?"
"I'm fine." Pansy barked, crossing her arms and turning her back towards Draco. Awkwardness ensued.
Draco picked at his plate, contemplating what it was that was making Pansy so on edge, while Pansy was busy telling herself that Draco would never, never, never ever go out with Millicent Bulstrode. The day that happened would be over her dead body!, but what if they did kill her? Now she was just being silly, but, she wouldn't put it past Millie, I mean, some girls would do just about anything to get a boy, especially Draco.
Whilst making a mashed potatoe, and gravy lava volcano Draco's eyes wandered across the hall in search of something interesting. Weasley's face was about as red as is hair… some Hufflepuff first year fell asleep in his plate, probably some of the Weasley's candy's doing…and Cho Chang is flip, flicking her hair so much she's going to get whip lash. Honestly somebody would have to actually be aware that they are conceited in order to accomplish having so much attention being drawn to your best feature. Draco began to wonder how many times she flipped her hair each minute and decided to find himself an answer.
"What are you looking at?"
"I'm not looking at anything." Draco responded a bit to fast for Pansy's liking, of course this may have been in her head.
"Well, you weren't looking at me." Pansy accused
"You weren't looking at me either." Draco pointed out
Pansy's eyes narrowed. "Who were you looking at just now."
"I thought we already clarified I wasn't looking at anything." Draco stated exasperatedly, playing with the food on his plate.
"It was a girl wasn't it!" Pansy gasped. "Oh it was wasn't it! Was she prettier then me."
"No-"
"So your looking at ugly girls!" Pansy screeched, becoming slightly panicked.
"And why, Pansy, would I be looking at other girls?" Draco asked, wrapping his arm around her, hoping to defuse the bomb.
"Why wouldn't you sit with me in class!" Pansy retaliated, shrugging Draco's arm off of her shoulder. "I bet you'd sit with her in class."
"Who?"
"You know who."
"The Dark Lord?" Draco asked skeptically.
"No not the Dark Lord, you idiot!" Pansy spat.
"Did I do something?" Draco asked, sliding a bit further away from Pansy.
"So you are guilty! You've practically just admitted it!"
"Guilty of what?"
"Well," Pansy huffed. "You can just sit here and ogle her all you'd like Draco Malfoy," Pansy begun gathering her bag off the floor and rising from her seat. "Because I'm leaving." With a flick of her hair, Pansy turned on her heel to leave, just to turn a complete 360 degrees. "Your not even going to beg me to stay?" Pansy whined.
"Pansy don't go." Draco pleaded monotonously, ripping apart a dinner roll.
"Don't tell me what to do!" She snapped.
Draco abandoned his roll and began to message his temples. "I'm so confused."
"Your thinking about her, aren't you."
"Pansy, I'm not thinking about anybody, and I wasn't looking at nobody either." Draco insisted
"Don't lie to me!"
"Ugggggghhhhh" Draco groaned, putting his head in his hands.
"Hey," Pansy snapped in his face "eye's up here! Don't you go looking at her again."
"Who am I looking at?" Draco asked desperately
"So you are looking at her!" Pansy gasped.
"I give up." Draco cried in exsasperation.
"Not even going to try to defend yourself!"
"My head hurts." Draco groaned. "Can you please just leave in your rage now."
Slap, Pansy gave Draco a sharp blow to the head. "And now it hurts a heck of a whole lot more!" With this Pansy hmffed, and made her leave.
"Malfoy, what the fuck did you do?" Millicent tisked, taking what had been Pansy's seat.
"I don't knowwwwwwww!" Draco moaned. "Am I bleeding?"
Millicent squinted real hard and inspected Draco's face. "Naw, your good, but you must have done something to warrant a backhand." Millicent argued.
"Obviously Millie, but what?"
The Ravenclaw table wasn't exactly the most eventful table of the Great Hall to be seated at. This evening was no exception seeing as the vast majority of those seated were either working on homework, discussing homework or having what they believed to be smart political/social debates. Astoria wasn't exactly an exception to all this, although, she wasn't doing anything homework related, or discussing some pressing issue she knew absolutely nothing about whilst flickering her hair off her shoulder every few seconds as though a spider kept crawling up her shoulder, Astoria was however nose deep in a book. She was reading 'The Outsiders' by S.E. Hinton and was very desperate to know if poor Johnny was going to be all right.
"Ughhhhhhh." Orla groaned crumpling the 6th roll of parchment that meal. She unrolled a new scroll and pressed it flat, staring at the blank parchment accusingly, as though it was it's fault for not having the answers on it. Astoria hated to see somebody having a hard time with there homework, and she knew Orla wouldn't ask for help, so she supposed she'd just have to offer it.
"umm…Orla," Astoria began, marking her book and setting it down. "I know Transfigurations isn't your best subject…s-so if you need help or anything with the essay, I'd be more then happy to help." Astoria offered with a sheepish grin.
"And why would I want help from you?" Orla demanded, looking slightly offended at Astoria's offer.
"W-well, I just thought that-"
"Do you think I can't do it on my own?"
"No, of course you can, but if your having difficulty you should know-"
"You think your smarter then me?"
"I'm sorry that I offended you." Astoria apologized to the table. "If you ever do want help, o-or just a second opinion…I'd be happy to give it."
"Pshhh, why, so I can make a fool, out of myself in potions like you!" Orla snickered.
"Why? What she do in potions this time." Cho asked from Astoria's left, turning away from her conversation with a hair flip.
"Well…" And Orla began to recount the mornings class to Cho and all her friends who were peeling with laughter. Astoria blushed a deep shade of crimson and sunk into her chair. "…but instead it turned the same shade as her face." All those who were now listening in turned to look at Astoria and erupted with laughter, Orla was beaming as she continued. Grabbing her things Astoria made a mad dash out of the Great Hall and into the closest bath room. Sitting against the walls in one of the stalls Astoria cracked open her book and rather then thinking of Orla finishing her story instead immersed herself in her novel. "Johnny closed his eyes and rested quietly for a minute. Years of living on the East-" With the loud creak of the door hinges Astoria could hear the loud thumping stomps of a very upset person. "Maybe I should go out and see if they're alright? Oh, but they probably came here to be alone. I guess I should really go," Astoria mumbled to herself, picking herself off the floor and brushing the dust off her skirt. Just as she was about to lift the latch, apologize for being there when this person so obviously wanted to be alone, offer comfort and leave if it wasn't wanted, a high-pitched rather whinny voice said. "Pansy, I was hoping you'd come by soon, you'd never believe what I heard Susan Bones tell Terry Boot!"
"Maybe later tonight Myrtle, I'm not in the mood." Moaning Myrtle was here, Astoria had always somewhat hoped to run into her, ghost always have the most interesting stories to tell. However she should really leave now before she hears to much.
"Pansy Parkinson not in the mood to gossip! This must be serious." Myrtle gasped. With a gasp Astoria took a step back from the door. If Pansy knew she was in here she'd get it for sure.
"Did you hear something?" Pansy asked, stepping further into the room.
"Don't change the subject." Myrtle could be seen lazily floating in the air from over the stall door. Lightly closing the lid on the toilet Astoria sat crossed legged on top, with her things in her lap; so Pansy wouldn't see her from under the door, and put her hands over her ears. Staying here was bad enough without eavesdropping too. "Tell me what's the matter." Myrtle pleaded.
Unfortunately the two people she was trying so hard not to eavesdrop on were two of the loudest she had ever heard, making her attempt quite futile.
"Just a really, really, really bad day. I mean, first I get a zero on my Transfigurations essay, and Draco doesn't even attempt to bail me out."
"Ugh." Myrtle sneered, turning to stand…float? Float upright, is probably the most correct term.
"Yeah, I know right, but guess who he does bail out…Millicent Bulstrode." Pansy exclaimed.
"Noooooo!" Myrtle gasped
"Yeah, I know right! And I know, I just know, something is going on between them, I just know it. Even my friend thinks it's a complete possibility and she would never ever lie to me, I mean she's the best friend I have." Pansy explains shrilly.
"So what are you going to do"
"Oh, you don't have to worry Myrtle, I've already done it."
"Oooohhhhhh, what did you do what did you do, tell meeee." Mrytle squealed, bobbing up and down delightedly.
"Just drop by the Slytherin washrooms tonight and you can see for yourself." Pansy replied, a sneer in her voice.
"Nooooooo!" Blaise moaned, collapsing into his four poster having finished half of his essay...alright so maybe only a third but it was better hten nothing "What am I going to doooo!" Blaise wailed into his pillow. "Pansy wants Daphne and Theo to date, and Daphne wants Pansy and Theo to date. Theo just wants to date Tracy…unless he's just following Draco's advice, in which case he's an ass. And I'm supposed to help everybody! I mean, who do I cross?" Blaise emerged from the depths of his pillow. "I can't cross Theo, because it's bro's before hoes but, Daphne's crazy and Pansy's just plain insane, I mean you saw her at dinner! I only heard about it and I'm already scared!" Blaise fell back onto his bed, turning his head to face Crabbe. "What do I do Crabbe?"
Adopting a thoughtful expression Crabbe answered. "I'd start my will." And with a pat on the shoulder he left Blaise to his sulking.
"Is Umbridge in here?" Trelawney, whispered as she peered into the teachers lounge
"No." McGonagall tried to hide the grin, it was unprofessional.
"Thank the Lord! Were free to complain." Trelawney beamed, walking into the rooma and falling into the closest armchair. Just as she sat down the door was whipped open by an unhappy lookinf Snape. You may ask the difference between an unhappy Snape and a regualr Snape, in all honesty, there really wasn't one.
"Who had the ingenious idea of pairing Gryffindor's and Slytherin's together for classes." Snape criticized, slamming the door shut behind him.
"What did they do this time." Flitwick sighed. Rubbing his temple in preparation of the migraine he was going to have.
"Don't tell us if all your going to do is rant about Harry Potter, God knows how many times we've heard that speech." Madame Hooch griped, turning the page of her copy of 'Quidditch Throughout the Ages' ignoring Snape's narrowed gaze.
"This has little to do with Potter actually, a student thought it would be funny to tamper with Longbottoms cauldron." Snape affirmed, hoping to change his apparent reputation of complaining about Potter.
"So that's what he did is it, well he ought to be-" McGonagall began, leaning forward in her seat.
"I am capable of handling my class Minerva." Snape snapped.
"Well, obviously not because were having…this conversation." Trelawney's voice died out as Snape glared daggers at her. Minerva could be seen smiling behind Snape, but returned to her stern expression before Snape caught her.
"Perhaps you should establish a sense of inter house unity in your class." Flitwick suggested, in attempt to chop through the heavy atmosphere of the room.
"And how, do you suggest we accomplish this?" Snape inquired in a manner that suggested he didn't actually want an answer.
"…groups!" Binns announced, floating in through the wall.
"Groups?" Snape sneered.
"Yes, groups!" Pomfrey agreed, placing her hands on her hips and giving a vigorous nod.
"So you want me to partner people which detest each other and will therefore cause more trouble?" Snape scoffed.
"Severus leave Poppy alone, she was only trying to help." Minerva defended, to which Binn's looked quite put out seeing as it was his idea.
"Relax Minerva, I can deal with it…yes it will be bad in the beginning but then they'll learn to get along because otherwise they get a zero and a week of detentions." Poppy explained. "You see it all the time in the infirmary, they either learn to get along, or nothing. Sooner or later they come to there senses and get on fine."
"When am I supposed to organize these groups, I don't have time for such trivial things." Snape inquired, now just looking for excuses to turn down someone else's idea.
"This is a Slytherin Gryffindor class correct Severus?" Trelawney affirmed, to which Snape nodded. A mischievous gleam shone in the back of her eye. "While I'll do it, aided with the third eye I will be best able."
"No." Snape stated.
"Well, I think Poppy has a point here, and if you won't create an arrangement yourself you should at least allow someone else to do it." Minerva reasoned. "Perhaps if we all worked on it together."
"Will you all quit pestering me if I do." Snape sighed in defeat.
"Yes." Trelawney stated.
"Ughhh, fine. Here's a class list. You can make whatever arrangements you want, not to say I'll use them." Snape drawled, tossing a paper from his folder. "Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to my office to do actual work." With that, Snape and his robes billowed out of the teachers lounge.
"Ohhhh, I've always wanted to do this." Trelawney jumped up and down excitedly.
"Yes, yes me to." Poppy beamed running over to snatch the class list off of the table.
"It should be fun." Sprout agreed, a mischievous grin growing on her face.
"And what, may I ask is so exciting about creating a seating arrangement?" McGonagall inquired.
"Ugh, isn't it obvious Minerva, there going to pair the students off into couples." Flitwick sighed, shaking his head as he returned to his marking.
"Not all of them are going into couples." Poppy stated in there defence.
"Everyone knows you group a few good, realistic, couples, just so the rest of the students get scared." Trelawney clapped. "Ohhhhh, this will be sooooo much fun. I've always wanted an opportunity to make a right mess of Severus's class." At this comment the idea became much more appealing to Minerva.
"Oh, let me see that list." McGonagall smirked, and the four set to work on Severus's new seating plan.
(a passagee of time)
"Are we done?" Sprout inquired, straightening up from her hunched position over there work.
"Yes, yes, this is good." Minerva nodded, sitting upright.
"Good? This is bloody brilliant!" Trelawney exclaimed.
"What is so brilliant that it validates such language?" Umbridge demanded, entering the teachers lounge.
"Ummm…" Trelawney began. "That reminds me, tonight is a full moon. The third eye see's much more clearly on such nights. I must go." With that Trelawney speed walked out the door and could be heard sprinting down the corridor. It was no secret Dolores intimidated her.
"Well, what were the four of you doing!" Umbridge snapped.
"Sorry Dolores, I wish I could stay but I have a rather intimidating pile of essay's to be grading." Minerva sighed, making for the door.
"Yes, yes, and those Mandrakes won't water themselves." Sprout informed her, gathering her bag from beside her chair.
"And I really must be sending out an order for some skele-grow, wouldn't want to be out before the Quidditch match would we." Poppy tisked, and the remaining three left a stuttering Dolores behind them.
"For goodness sakes Tracy, would you leave your hair alone." Odilia snapped, becoming rather annoyed.
"Yeah, quit hogging the mirror." Daphne agreed, bumping Tracy out of the way so that she may better inspect her hairline.
"Do people really say it looks like a mowers been taken to it?" Tracy asked, standing on her tip toes to better investigate her hair. "Jeez, Daphne, bend down further, I can hardly see." Tracy complained, pushing down on Daphne's back. The dormitory really needed a larger mirror, this skinny little behind the door one just wasn't cutting it.
"No, and will you stop! Your going to snap me in half." Daphne scolded, and with a 'ugh' and a flick of her hair she returned to scrutinizing her reflection.
"I have heard some little mudbloods say it look like you've shoved your head in a blender though, whatever that is." Pansy informed her, hip bumping Daphne out of her way so that she could investigate her nose. Holding down the tip to see how it would look were it not slightly upturned.
"They say what!" Tracy screeched, throwing Pansy out of her way so that she may continue running her fingers through her short, choppy, jet black mop of hair.
"Goddamn it Pansy." Daphne snapped, whipping out a compact mirror, "now I'll never get to the mirror." Daphne pouted, the reflection of her sparkling emerald eye staring straight at Pansy.
"What? She wanted to know, and as if you need a mirror you sexy bitch!" Pansy retaliated.
"I thought it looked good." Tracy moaned.
"It does look good, just, I don't know. Do you have to be so, anti-mainstream?" Ollie wondered, disappearing into the depths of her trunk.
"If I didn't know you, I'd think you were a heroin addict." Pansy scoffed from the floor, folding her arms cross her chest and sticking her nose in the air annoyed.
Tracy's plastered her hands to either cheek. "Does anyone else think that?"
"Oh would you relax," Millie sighed in annoyance, tossing her magazine onto her night stand. "Theo seems to like it." She finished with a smirk, sitting up from her relaxed position on her four poster. Tracy cracked a small smile, a blush growing on her cheeks. "Pretty cute to, you done good ms Lovegood" Millie winked causing Tracy to blush harder.
"I was thinking about asking him out, but I don't know, what do you guys think?" Tracy asked timidly, turning her back to the mirror.
"No" Ollie stated, staring Tracy smack in the face as though she had been slapped.
"Nuh-uh" Daphne shook her head watching Pansy's reaction in her peripheral vision.
"It's social suicide!" Pansy cried, jumping up from the ground. Stealing a quick side long glance at Daphne.
"No?" Tracy asked the group of girls who were vigorously shaking there heads.
"And why not?" Millie demanded, putting her hands on her hips, now standing beside Tracy. The three girls looked from each other, the ceiling, to the floor as though the answer was written out for them somewhere, for it wasn't as though they could give there actual reasons.
"You can't ask him…" Pansy came up with, waving her hand animatedly. "He has to ask you."
"Precisely, yes." Daphne agreed with a nod.
"Besides you could do better." Ollie said, extending the sentence with a mouthed 'like Blaise.'
"So, sooo sooo, much better." Daphne said in support of Ollie's point.
"Or at least he could." Pansy smirked under her breath.
"What?" Tracy asked Pansy with a raised brow.
"Nothing!" Pansy stated slightly panicked. "It's just…uh"
"It's that." Daphne tried to help Pansy out."
"You, Tracy Davis are a fantastic, beautiful, intelligent lady." Ollie stated, holding Tracy by the shoulders. "Who could have any boy you wanted. Theodore isn't that boy."
"Well, I think 'Miss Davis' can make her own decision," Millicent stepped in, moving Ollie's grip from Tracy's shoulders. "and just because she goes on a date with him doesn't mean she's obligated to date him. I say you give him a go, just one chance, and then you can decide whatever you want." Millicent offered wisely. Tracy smiled and nodded at this very good idea.
"But why waste the time!" Pansy jumped in, not about to let the love of her friends life be swept away.
"There are other boys you could be going after." Ollie gritted through her teeth, becoming quite upset that her friend was going to come between her friend and the promise she'd made her.
"Mhhhhmmm." Daphne nodded, it was so obvious Pansy wanted Theo to herself.
"Do one of you guys like Theodore? Cuz it sounds to me like your all crushing hard." Millicent inquired.
"Heavens no!" Daphne near shrieked.
"Gross." Ollie shook her head, her curls bouncing all over the place.
Pansy just made a gagging noise.
"Well, whatever. I'm going to take a shower. While I'm gone be sure to play nice. Don't fight over the mirror, your al beautiful no need to clarify." Millicent waved as she opened the door and left for the washrooms.
"Dibs!" Daphne squealed, elbowing past her roommates to again inspect her face.
"So, I shouldn't ask Theo out?" Tracy clarified.
"NO." Her housemates cried in unison. Taking out a pair of tweezers Daphne begun plucking her eyebrows, Pansy flopped onto Millicent's bunk and flipped through her magazine, Ollie returned to her trunk in an attempt to find some clean pajama's and Tracy decided that her potions homework was less confusing then her friends at the moment.
"Does anybody know where my bathroom bag is, I can't find it." Millicent called, whipping the door open and sending Daphne crashing to the ground.
"OWWWWW!" Daphne shrieked from the ground, clutching her nose.
"Oh shit, sorry Daff."
"Don't call me DAFF." Daphne spat, in a nasally voice, clutching her nose.
"Oh, Daffy." Tracy sighed, to which Daphne shot a rather menacing glare. "Think of it this way, know not only do you and Pansy have the same wardrobe, attitude and stalkers, but the same nose too." Tracy joked with a grin, Ollie flew out of her trunk and onto the floor in a fit of laughter, Millicent was doubled over, clutching her stomach and Pansy shoot up from lying on her stomach into a sitting position quick as a whip.
"What's so funny about Daphne's nose looking like mine exactly?" Pansy demanded, resting her hands on her hips. After about a minute of endless laughter, and Daphne and Pansy's less then impressed glares, Millicent caught her breath.
"S-so, does, does anyone kn-know where my, my bag is?" Millicent choked out, clutching the stitch in her side.
"It's right here." Pansy snapped, chucking Millicent's bag to her waiting arms.
"Thanks." Millicent replied, catching the bag easily.
"I thought you kept your bag in the washroom?" Ollie asked, returning to her search, she really needed to keep better track of her laundry. Pansy and Daphne exchanged panic looks.
"I usually do, I must of just brought the whole thing over when I did my makeup this morning and forgot about it." Millicent shrugged leaving for the showers. Pansy and Daphne released a breath they hadn't known they'd been holding.
Daphne returned to rubbing her nose, "Ohhh, I hope this doesn't bruise. I'm running low on cover up." Daphne moaned, inspecting her red nose in the mirror, this time being sure to distance herself.
"What can we say Daphne, love hurts." Ollie replied in a sing song voice. Emerging from her trunk Ollie sat on her heels and sighed, the mess of her dirty blonde hair proof of her efforts. "Does anyone have an extra pair of pajama's?" Ollie asked, smoothing out her hair.
"Let me check." Tracy sighed, closing her textbook and disappearing in her own trunk.
"This is ridiculous. Digging through trunks. I say we demand closest. Walking closest." Pansy stated closing the magazine, and tossing it back onto the side tables.
"With vanity's." Daphne agreed.
"While were at it we should ask about getting a nice shoe closest." Tracy suggested, from her trunk.
"Yeah, the underside of my bed just isn't cutting it anymore." Ollie nodded, looking towards her four poster, where the heels and toes of shoes could be seen poking out from underneath.
"Plus, I'm sick and tired of wrinkled robes!" Daphne complained, to which all her roommates, 'yeah'ed in agreement.
"If were already asking for all that can we throw in a mini fridge?" Millicent asked from outside of the door, turning the handle. "I hate having to walk all he way to the kitchens whenever I get a pickle craving." Millicent walked into a room, greeted by her friends gaping at her like fish. "Oh, come on, you guys know about my pickle love, no need to look so surprised." Millicent replied towel dying her hair.
"It's not about the pickles Millie…" Ollie breathed, Millicent raised a brow in confusion becoming slightly concerned. "Your hair it's…"
"A rat's nest, I know, I know, I haven't taken a brush to it yet." Millicent replied, calming down and continuing to vigorously rub the towel against her hair.
"No Millie its not that, although it could use a brushing, it's, your hair is, it's" Daphne stuttered nervously.
"It's Green!" Pansy answered.
"Alright, how about, a Brussel sprout leaf, and….. a thumb tack." Blaise suggested, ripping a bite of his licorice wand with a snap. Draco stopped, and looked thoughtful for a moment.
"That is a good one." He nodded in a whisper, shoving his hand into the bottom of the box of Every Flavored Beans, unhappy with his results Draco tilted the box and peered inside. "You ate them all." Draco groaned whipping the box at Crabbe and falling back into his chair most unhappy.
"What exactly is the point of this game?" Theodore inquired, opening a new box of Every Flavored Beans, "Here you go Malfoy, quit your bitching." Theodore snaped, tossing the box into Draco's lap, who was quick to inspect the contents for a mint chocolate chip flavored bean.
"Ughhhh, honestly Nott?" Crabbe sighed.
"Even we get it." Goyle finished, gesturing between himself and Crabbe.
"Yeah honestly Nott." Draco laughed between chewing.
"I can take that box back." Theodore threatened.
"Honestly though Theo, it isn't that difficult a game, all were doing is taking turns naming inanimate objects and deciding which would win in a fight." Blaise explained, reaching for another licorice wand.
"But how can they fight there 'inanimate." Theodore reasoned taking the bag from Blaise, and the last licorice wand!
"It's not like were actually watching them fight, it's theoretical." Draco explianed, shuffling the box to find a good flavour.
"Well then why can't you just pick two people." Theodore complained.
"We've already done every possible match up there is." Blaise whined, ripping the end half of the stolen licorice wand from the bit hanging out of Theo's mouth.
"You can't have done everyone in every possible combination." Theo reasoned. "Here, lets say…Pax and Neville."
"Pax, because Longbottom would never hit a girl, if it came to wands he's rubbish at dueling and Pax's nails are just frighteningly long." Draco replied easliy pouring a handful of what he knew to be bad flavoured beans and throwing them at the back of first years heads.
"That was an easy one, how about…" Theo stopped to think.
"A Brussel sprout leaf and a thumb tack." Blaise interrupted. Theodore's eyes narrowed as he turned to Blaise,
"!"
The boys, along with everyone else in the common room turned to face the hall where Millicent's scream had come from.
"I dibs the key hole!" Draco shouted jumping from his seat and sending beans flying everywhere.
"Hey! No fair," Blaise jumped up from his seat and began running after Draco. "you always get the key hole and I can't hear anything through the door."
"You shouldn't go spy-…wait up I wanna hear to!" Theodore stumbled up out of his seat after them.
"Yes, they left the food!" Crabbe beamed, taking one of Blaise's chocolate frogs.
"Well, I had thought the thumb tack would win, you know because it's sharp, but I mean brussel sprouts got that God awful taste, could kill anybody dead. What do you think Crabbe?" Goyle asked.
"Huh?" Crabbe said plucking one of Draco's every flavored bean's from off the rug, "Mint chocolate chip."
"How the fuck did this happen!" Millicent screamed from in front of the mirror, running her fingers through her hair repeatedly, hoping that maybe she could comb it out.
"Is it possible somebody tampered with your things?" Ollie offered, Daphne suddenly found her shoes rather interesting , Pansy turned to inspect the wall.
"If I ever find who did this!" Millicent fumed, her hair seemed to shiver and become a fiery red.
"Oh, that's a nice shade on you." Tracy complimented. Millie turned from the mirror and just glared at her, her hair becoming a deeper red with her anger.
"Do you think it changes colour with your mood?, Millie try being happy." Tracy beamed, rather interested to see the turnout.
"Oh, yes, I'll just 'be happy' how hard can that be seeing as somebody just sabotaged my hair!" Millie screamed, her hair flaring red along with the sharpness in her voice.
"Well, it isn't as though your hair was all that great before, look at it as an improvement." Pansy smirked, if Millie's hair was any warning, Pansy really should fall to her knees and beg forgiveness.
"I'm going to see Pomfrey about this." Millicent stated dryly, throwing the door open, sending Draco, Blaise and Theo tumbling to the floor.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING!" Millicent demanded.
"It really is red." Blaise gasped as he picked his face from of the floor.
"I told you that's what they'd said." Draco said shoving Theo's arm from over his head to meet Millicent's narrowed glare. Millie's hair had become tomato red, and was starting to become purple in some places. Draco quickly detangled himself from the heap and ran for the hills, Blaise close behind. Theo unfortunately was a bit late and received a hard slap to the face.
AN* so honey what did you learn at school today? "Well, Pansy wants Blaise to help her hook Daphne and Theo up, but Daphne wants him to help her hook Pansy up with Theo, and Theo just wants to date Tracy, at least that's what Blaise thinks otherwise he's an ass, and Tracy wants to date him to, and poor innocent Blaise dosn't know what to do. Pansy's crazy, and gossips with Myrtle, Astoria knows this, Astoria also knows that Pansy did something to get back at Millie. Snape's potions class is going to have a new seating arrangement and none of the teachers like Umbridge, a brussel sprout would most definiatly win in a fight against a thumb tack, Daphne hates her nickname and Millie's hair keeps changing colours. Whether or not Theo survived the blow is still unknown, i do hope he makes it for Tracy's sake." ...?...this is what you learn about at school? *nods* i'm going to have to talk to Miss Child about this.
Review! Keep Miss Child from being sacked, her lessons are valuable and very detremental to the curriculum!