DISCLAIMER?:
ME: NO WAI, I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER? DO I OWN ANYTHING?
RONALD WEASLEY: No you don't own me best mate. You do own two sets of his books, though.
ME: Aw, d'nagit!
Clarissa Annette Chapter 3Clarissa's POV;
Oh, well that's just brilliant. Just fudging brilliant. The Malfoy Spawn shall be visiting me. And I am apparently supposed to play nice. Do Lucy and Sissy-pants seriously expect that? I am Lord Voldemort's chosen heir! … I think that was what it was about anyway… And they expect me to play nice? Draco is my inferior and I shouldn't have to "play" at all! I should get to order him around, maybe give him a nice crucio or two!
I pace around the attic, slamming my foot into a pillow that happens to be handy on the floor. How dare they! As previously mentioned I am superior to him! My foot crumples the pillow to a flat pillowcase- I suspect accidental magic. – and I sit down with a thump on my deeply luxurious king size bed. My thoughts drift around wildly until I remind myself that being four years old, and a highly superior four year old at that, I must stay calm. So I close my eyes and breath in – just show him you're better, Clarissa – and breathe out – if he doesn't accept it, just hurt him. I stand up and make my way to my makeshift breakfast room, and sit down in my soft, cushioned chair. Even if they think that I should I shouldn't. Right? D'nagit! I wish that I were older. Then it would be easier to express my feelings and opinions and people would actually listen. I would be able to… I put my finger on the bell and push forward. Dotty pops up in front of me.
"Yes, Young Mistress Clarissa?" Dotty asks timidly.
"Tell Lucy and Sissy Pants that I am prepared for Draco and to send him up." I swing my legs up, propping my feet on the table and lean back in my chair, only the back two legs on the floor, and only the edges of them. It really should be falling but once again I suspect accidental magic. you see. My eyes drift back in my head and I close my eyes, my breathing becoming smoother and softer. That all stops when a voice breaks through my thoughts.
"So you're Clarissa?" My feet drop from the table and I nearly fall, the chair tipping over with a clatter. I jump back up to my feet, my eyes now wide open, and I glare at the blond head sticking through the trapdoor to the attic.
"That's Miss Clarissa to you, Draco." I say with my best sneer and raised eyebrow. Unfortunately, however, this does nothing to affect him and he climbs into the room, walking towards me. I didn't make the best first impression…
"I am a Malfoy and I shan't call a girl who is my age," Draco make air quotes pathetic and continues, "Miss"
"I assume you have heard of Voldemort?" I say with a tilt of my head and a condescending look. He trembles slightly, and I take this as an affirmative. "I am the heir to him. So I suggest you treat me with respect, or you will be forced to." As a proof of this, I concentrate on sending my magic out at him and he falls flat on his knees in a bow. I snort at this.
"Ahcksh!" An unintelligible noise comes from his throat and he stands back up, sweeping his dress pants off. "What was that?" He growls, a low guttural tone.
"It was me forcing you into your rightful position under me, of course." My left eyebrow rises, daring him to question me. He, fortunately for him, merely frowns before nodding. "Now, what was it Lucy and Sissy Pants wanted me and you to do?"
"I believe that they wanted us to spend some time together since they were going to go to the ministry and wanted us to meet each other, Miss Clarissa." Draco says this in a snotty tone, but I ignore it and nod my head.
"Good, then you can come sit down and I can call Dotty and we can have tea and cookies." I leave no room for disagreement, so Draco sits down across from me. I push lightly on the bell, allowing the bell to swing quickly, the silent pealing felt rather than heard. Within moments Dotty stands in front of us, holding a platter with tea, cookies, cream and sugar. I nod as she places it on the table in front of me with a bow, and she leaves.
A/N: I DECIDED TO BE MEAN. As I haven't gotten any reviews, I am leaving it here. Then again it could be because it's a school night and I need to go to sleep. I really really really really hate myself for what I'm going to say next, so make me feel better in your review.
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