A/N- Sorry it's been awhille. Had alot going on with switching classes and such. But ideas have been brewin' so here ya go. Reviews please!
Yours Truly
September 10th- Year Six
Draco Malfoy sat next to me in three classes unfortunately. So three times a day I had to endure an endless supply of sick, cruel jokes and names. It only got on my nerves sometimes, but it all made me hate him more and more.
I'd developed a radar of the days he'd give me more hell. I could tell when he was feeling cofident and when he was only grumpy, and his grumpy days were my time to strike back.
This day, September 10th, was particularly perfect. I'd just seen George in Hogsmeade that weekend, and he gave me a box full of knick-knacks after I told him about my new dilemma with Draco Malfoy. A victims survival kit to outstanding their bully. This was now the most George could do for me, which was weird because had he still been at Hogwarts with me, I wouldn't need to defend myself, I'd have an amazing boyfriend to do it all for me.
"Can't you come back as a teacher and open a new class, like, Magical Science of Humor or something? Then you wouldn't have to leave would you?"
He laughed even though I never intended to be funny.
"Give me a bit of firewhiskey before you go on trying to convince me of that will you?"
I shrugged hopelessly and groaned as he got up out of his chair across from me, holding out his hand to help me get to my feet also.
"Don't laugh at me. This is no laughing matter."
We continued to walk out of The Hog's Head hand-in-hand, out into the crowded street and stopped at the corner where nobody would have to shove past us.
He laced his fingers with mine and took a step away from me.
"Don't be moody now, you're tougher than he is anyways you know?"
"Well not meaner."
"Yeah but you don't have to be mean back...Just...kill him with kindness."
"Are you encouraging me to mingle with the enemy George?"
I giggled and shook my head unbelievably.
"Well not necessarily. Lay a few jokes on the bloke and he'll leave ya alone. Never messed with me an' Fred did he? Because we never let it be any fun for him."
He nudged me with his elbow like I was one of his friends.
"You're just a philosopher at all of this then aren't you?"
He frowned at me and crossed his arms.
"You doubt me, see if I ever help you out. You know, on second thought give me those gadgets back I'm not sure you deserve such magnificence."
"Don't flatter yourself now Georgy," I said turning away and guarding the cardboard box with my body while he reached out for it. He tickled my side and kept working at making me give it up. My only escape was to move into the traffic and the constantly moving wave of students that I forgot was there. Before he could pull me out of the way of the walkers, I had already been slammed into by someone's chest and fell to the ground.
I gasped at the sharp pain as my box tumbled out of my grasp, releasing all of the contents around me and the feet of my opponent.
I pouted for a moment, and then glanced up at the silhouette who's shadow now towered over me angrily.
"Watch where you put your filthy feet, Mudblood! Trying to walk here!"
All I needed to hear was the voice to know who it was. I blushed prefusely and huffed as I tried to get up quickly enough to say something back to Draco.
"Hey, if you don't recall, you've got brakes Malfoy."
George came to my defense and shouted before he headed off without a bit of sympathy.
"Excuse me?"
His snarl was evident even though he hadn't turned around entirely yet.
George helped me up by pulling my arms.
"Do I need to spell it out Princess? You basically plowed through her I think it would be wise to apologize."
I bit my lip while George stepped in front of me, arguing as if it would make a different outcome of the conversation.
"I don't converse with dirt, Weasley, I walk on it."
Malfoy stayed facing us for longer than necessary, glancing up at George but keeping eye contact with me so it was more directed at me as well.
Without any further dialogue he marched off arrogantly, with his chin held so high he would trip over a stump if it was right in front of him.
"What a rotten little bastard!"
I bit my lip and grinned alittle watching george fiercely throw all the objects back into the box and hand it to me.
"What are you smiling about?"
I shrugged and rocked alittle shyly.
"You sure you don't wanna come teach? I need a bodyguard."
His angry expression faded and he straightened up thoughtfully.
"I'll sleep on it Darling."
I giggled because I knew that would never happen.
My sigh filled the silence that followed our laughter, and he leaned down to kiss my forehead softly.
"It's about that time I suppose."
"That time?"
"Yeah I've got to get back to the shop. Can't let Fred run too long by himself. Not without his better half that is."
I smiled and nodded approvingly.
"Definitely not without you."
He grabbed my face and kissed me lightly without hesitance.
"The dinner table's calling my name anyways." I said turning away on my heel and strolling off without an official goodbye.
I got a few yards away and noticed he hadn't moved yet, only watched me leave.
"See you soon then Beautiful."
"See you soon then Handsome."
The first day of classes that week Draco entered DADA class exceptionally late with a dreadfully pained look on his face. On his way down the long classroom to our table in the front he shoved a pile of papers off of Neville's desk, threw Hermione's ink into a wall, and dropped violently into the chair next to me that was his.
"Good morning Sunshine." I mumbled and scratched my name down onto the fresh piece of parchment in front of me.
I could feel his glare burn into me and he sat there breathing heavily for a good minute.
"I need a quill."
"Do you?"
He snarled and leaned forward to demand my attention.
"Well?"
"Well I don't understand what you expect me to do about it. Am I supposed to care?"
"No your supposed to offer help, be resourceful if you're going to be there at all."
"You didn't really ask poitely."
"You suddenly care about manners after your rude job as a pedestrian yesterday?"
"Ok let me rephrase that, you didn't ask at all."
He cleared his throat and sat back in his chair.
"Just give me something to write with."
I rolled my eyes iratively and dropped everything I was doing to dig through my bag.
And that's when my brilliant revenge revealed itself to me.
At the bottom of my bag was a brand new Weasley product. This quill was seemingly normal, but as soon as pressure was applied to the tip of it, ink backfire instantly at the writer. The thought of black liquid exploding allover Draco's face made a big smile spread across my lips.
"Hurry up I don't have all day."
I sat up and handed it to him.
He took it, observed it closely.
"What kind is this?"
"I don't bloody know, I just got it."
"Got it from where?"
"I don't know. The gettin' place."
He snarled again as if he couldn't stand the sound of my voice.
"Repulsive." He spat and leaned forward to write.
"I'm glad our feelings about eachother are mutual."
He didn't respond, only shot a glare at me.
I kept a good eye on him while my moment of glory arrived.
Without a second's wait after the time he pressed the quill against the parchment, a sizzling sound erupted from the utencil, along with six seconds' amount of splurgin black ink.
It sprayed allover the place, but one large stream kept his face as the focal point. Surprisingly, and perfectly enough, he only stayed in the same position, apparently too shocked to do anything else to escape it's range of fire.
The rest of our classmates watched as well, hesitant to laugh at first but ending with roars of amusement. I kept a smirk on and giggled to myself when it stopped throwing up on him. A look of fury had no absense at all when he turned to face me, his shoulders rising and falling rapidly with his angry breathing.
He stood up abruptly, sending his chair back into the table behind us.
"What the fuck? Was that?" His entire arm slid acrossed his face, only spreading the ink further and I realized that the liquid wasn't washable, it only extended when there was attempted removal.
Without my answer he stormed back down the hall he'd just walked up. Everyone kept laughing, with an exception to a few Slytherins who sided with Draco. Of course they'd never want their idol to get what was coming to him.
Unfortunately I hadn't checked to see where Snape had been, so my reign ended quick as it had happened. After the Professor's presence was known, silence fell upon the classroom again, only filling me with resentment instead of fulfillment.
"Unacceptable Miss Prince! Detention this evening!"
I rolled my eyes at his pathetic failure at intimidation.
I could suffer a thousand detentions before I regretted that.
September 10th- Year Six
I felt the ink drying against my skin as I rushed down the halls, people snickering at me from every direction and pointing at the nuisance allover my face. I couldn't be mad at them, there wasn't a possible way I could get any worse than I already was. I shook all the way to the tips of my fingers with fury. If I saw that worhtless mudblood anywhere near me I would attack her, not even think about it before I did. She'd fueled the fire that had already been lit by something far more aggravating than her. I couldn't blame her for getting at me, but her timing was terrible. Her timing was always terrible. Every time she did anything to get under my skin it was on the wrong days. The wrong second for that matter. Nobody had that affect ever, I couldn't stop her with any insult, it would only get worse.
I ripped the open the bathroom door, hitting some first year in the face which made a group of his friends shriek a few feet away.
Everyone seemed to clear out after they saw me. Apparently there was a sign on my face that warned them a beast was about to break loose.
I turned the hot water on high, scooping some up in my hands and crashing my face into it.
After nothing black or even remotely close to a deluted version of the ink washed off I started to scrub harder, and harder, and harder and still nothing came off.
I looked back up into the mirror, panicking more than I had in a long time from anything someone had done to me since that damned Mad-Eye Moody turned me into a weasel. This was multiple times worse because people could tell who I was.
I shut off the water and turned away from my reflection. All I could do was close my eyes to calm myself.
Her giggle still pierced my ears no matter how much I relaxed. Her smartass grin still stayed there in my vision, bold and bright.
I rushed back out of the bathroom, past the frolicking groups of girls and boys who were entertained by me.
I found myself in a empty corridor after I'd searched long enough, where a window seat welcomed my presence without a smirk or mocking remark. I must have sat there for well over three hours, thinking about everything that had made me so outrageous earlier. I thought about the Vanishing cabinet and even going back to mend it more. But I didn't I have the patience at the second. I thought about just quitting and leaving the damned school but I couldn't leave without completing my 'task'. I thought about leaving regardless, and maybe the Dark Lord would kill me and save me from misery. I thought about any way I could get off easily, and successfully came up with a few new ideas, but at the end of all of that, I still thought about Liberty Prince. I thought about how angry I was at her first. And then I thought about her differently. Her soft porcelain-like skin, her delicate voice, her small, breakable body, her full, tastey looking lips, her battery eyes, her button nose, her perfectly proportioned curves that topped any girl in the school regardless of her petite height. I caught myself sighing and swooning over her again. And then I stroke my ink battered face and reminded myself how much I hated her. Even though her fighting back made my day, I reminded myself how much I hated her. I hated it when she spoke to me and took my offensive remarks as a joke. I hated it when she walked away, leaving me in a delicious cloud of her scent so I had to suffer more in her beautifully fragranced trail. I hated it when she beat me to be hurtful. That was my game and she always was equally effective, not in the same way, in her own way. I sighed one last time, stroking the built up dew on the window sill and wiped it on my face, making all of the ink wet again. I begann working at it, again, while someone's footsteps finally disrupted my loneliness.
I shouldn't have expected anything more. Only she would find me here out of mere coincidence. Only Liberty Prince. She didn't see me at first, staring at her like a hawk about to sweep in on its' prey, because I was fantasizing about any way I could hurt her at the moment. I kept at my face while my eyes followed her hips and long, bare legs that shuffled past me.
Unfortunately she caught a glimpse of my shoes, shining in the sunset light. Her head ripped back quickly, and she paused all movement until she saw it was me. I changed my expression immediately from infatuated to disgusted while she hesitated to stop in her tracks.
"Well what are you staring at then? Didn't get enough of it earlier?"
She snorted and covered her mouth.
"I was actually..." She slowly strolled over to me, clearly trying to play an angel this time around, or maybe that was just her when she wasn't defending herself. I didn't care to listen to what she had to say."I mean. I feel really bad. I'm sorry."
I looked out the window and rolled my eyes as she sat down at my feet.
"Even though you totally don't deserve my sympathy, I am indeed sorry. It's not like me to be a bitch. You"-" You certainly play a good fake bitch then."
I began scraping my face with my nails angrily, so I wouldn't actually listen.
"Well good. I meant to. If that's supposed to be insulting you failed. I'm trying to apologize and you are not even listening. Wow. You really are a dick."
"How does this surprise you? Isn't that what all your happy little friends tell you?"
She shrugged and cleared her throat, watching me get more aggressive but not remove a bit of ink.
"You're making it worse." She scooted in closer and reached out to touch my face.
I enjoyed the soft thrill of her skin against mine for few seconds, glancing over at her eyes that were glued to my face.
"Don't fucking touch me!" I smacked her hand away, sitting up straighter to put space between us again. "Don't even talk to me."
"Look, you can listen to me or ignore me!" She started ranting and I let my eyes stay on her. Her voice was a blur, I only gazed at her, took in the sight of her sitting there as if she was posing, with her perfectly curled bronze locks and rolled up white sleeves. Her burgandy vest fit her tiny waist and widened hips snugly, the pleats in her skirt allowed the material to fall around her thighs, eccentuating every curve of her long legs. I studied her to the very tip of her toe, which pointed out like a ballerina's, smaller than was even expected of her petite frame. "And whether you accept my apologies or continue on harrassing me, you're not going to get that ink off by doing that. Did you...Why are you staring at me like that? Did you just check me out? Oh my! You just undressed me with your eyes Draco, you might as well invite me to bed while you're at it!" She got up abruptly, huffing after she'd realized my undivided attention from her appearance.
"Ew, are you mental? I don't see how anyone could even think about you like that! Make me want to throw up, keep dreaming I'll never invite you anywhere that close to me! I feel pity for George for once...or maybe not you both are equally repulsive."
She stomped her feet and gasped.
"Don't you dare talk about me or George like that! You'll never have someone care about you the way we care about eachother, that's why you are the way you are! You're just mean! And pathetic! And lonely! And I couldn't care less if you ever took another breath again! NObody would Draco Malfoy! Nobody cares about you and no matter what you say that you think will hurt me, it won't change that you will never have me!" She stopped a second to take a breath. "Nothing you say even hurts me, so save your poor soul the trouble...if you even have one of those!"
She turned and started walking away, anger taking over the very rhythm of her walk.
"Whether it hurts you or not doesn't matter, because it sure gets under your skin enough to satisfy me."
Even though I continued to speak nonchalantly she heard me loud and clear.
"Forget me helping you with anything, plan on your face being screwed up like that for a very long time!"
"Have fun in detention!"
Her speech left me happier than I had been in days. In a sense that she clearly was thinking and dwelling on my every word as much as I was her's. And there was more than anger in her voice. More of something that I'd hardly ever heard in her while she spoke to me.
And she'd imagined that I'd wanted her, she said herself. Even though I'd never admit to that, I was glad she caught on to my antagonizing.
I licked my lips and smirked, standing up to strut down the hall. The markings on my face didn't bug me as much anymore, they were merely a new scar that would soon be gone.
"He who seeks vengeance must dig two holes, one for his enemy and one for himself."