A/N: I did not abandon this story. However, my prairie dog chewed through the power cord of my computer, and I just got a new power cord. Now I can update again! And… even though it was a very short review, I guess Luiz4200's review will work. Luiz4200, please message me to discuss your prize.
Clarissa Annette chapter 4Clarissa's POV:
Previously:
"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.
"Draco, then, we should probably have a chat. Your parents wish you to be my… I think playmate was the word they used. And since I am but four years old, I cannot argue my way out of this. So I shall consent- reluctantly of course- to you staying, and being my companion. I do not think that you would dare defy me, so just… eat your cookies and tea." I say primly, looking down my nose at the Malfoy spawn. He purses his lip and looks back just as arrogantly at me, daintily taking a sugar cookie and raising it to his mouth. "No! The sugar cookies are mine. You can have a chocolate chip cookie." I say fiercely, batting the cookie out of his hand and picking it back up, bringing it to my own mouth.
"I don't like chocolate chip! And you have no right to treat me like this!" Draco says, standing up quickly and grabbing the cookie out of my hand.
"How dare you!" I am shocked, and I slap him across the face as hard as my four year old body can manage… which isn't much. A faint pink tinge appears on his face, not the bright red hand print I wish I could have made. Draco drops the cookie and leaps at me, grabbing me with both hands and landing on top of me, forcing me to the ground. I put my hands on his shoulders and twist us over, being on top of him, and spit in his face. He retaliates by doing the same. I take one hand off him to wipe the spit off my face and slap him again. He rolls us back over and slaps me. Furiously I roll us back over, and we roll all over the floor, a tangle of punches and slaps, and I bit his arm at one point too I think.
"Surrender!" He says as he maintains the top position momentarily- males. Stupid gender based strength! -and he puts one hand on my throat, what would have, if he were older and stronger, choked me, but as he is still only my age he only manages to keep me in this position.
"Never!" I snarl, jerking back and forth wildly to try to get away. This isn't good for my image. I finally manage to roll us again, banging my head up against his to stun him long enough to move. I hit his nose, and hear a crunching. Blood drips off his nose and lands on my forehead, and I twist us over so I am on top of him. The tears are finally starting to squeeze into his eyes, but he refuses to let them fall even though it is obvious he is in pain. "You surrender!" And he hits his head back up against mine in just the same way I had hit his, a fiery explosion of pain causing me to have tunnel vision and fall next to him. We lay panting next to each other, tears in both of our eyes. We are obviously a match for each other, physically at least, not magically of course I must be better than him that ways, and I decide that this is worthy of looking at him in a different light. He may be a Malfoy spawn, he may be younger than I, he may be male, but I suppose that this fight was worthy of calling him, if not my equal, neither is he the dirt beneath my feet. He is at least, close enough. He can be my right hand man for when I am older, just the way his father was Voldemort's. "Well then, Draco, I suppose you have earned the right of my respect. Truce?" I ask wearily.
"I suppose." He says weakly. I close my eyes and pull my magic from within, healing our broken noses. Blood is crusted beneath both of our noses, and my nose heals crookedly, it will never be the same, because of the lack of experience in Magics. However Draco's nose on the other hand, heals perfectly. Unfortunately, my black eye, his bruised and bloody bite on his arm, and all our other various scratches, bruises, and hurts do not disappear.
"We may have to call your parents to have them heal us. My magic can only do so much." I say, and I use the last of my strength to magically push the bell on the table a few yards away. Dotty appears in the room that appears as if a tornado had struck it, and she gasps.
"Oh, Young Mistress Clarissa and Young Master Draco! What have you done!" She says fearfully, and I swallow heavily.
"Just get Lucy and Sissy-pants up here. I can't heal us that much." My voice comes out faint and scratched. Dotty nods quickly and disappears, appearing again a minute later.
"Clarissa! Draco! What have you done?" I hear Sissy-pants' voice exclaim, and my eye, that is, the one not swelled shut from the hit I had taken to it, shuts exhaustedly. I hear and feel rather than see her drop down next to us, I feel the magic pulsing in the air as I hear the swish of her wand healing Draco next to me, and I feel the blood being siphoned off me as she does me next. I hear the wand swishing, and I feel the cuts healing, soothing relief occurring and I feel her removing a splinter that, in the adrenalin of the rush, I had not felt pierce my foot. I feel a bone in my foot putting itself right, snapping back into place, and I feel my eye's swelling go down, allowing me to open my eyes and see Draco next to myself, perfectly healed, and myself the same.
"Well, you see, Draco here decided to take my cookie, and I got mad, and took it back, then he took it, then I slapped him, then he launched at me, then we fought, then I smashed my head up against his nose and broke it, then flipped us over, then he did the same except to me, then we collapsed exhaustedly, called a truce, and then I managed to heal our noses, then I called Dotty, then you came. Yeah, that's about it." I say as strongly as I can, which in the situation, is nothing more than a faint whisper.
"Well, well…" Lucy decides to speak now, frowning. "Look what you have done to your room!" And normally I would be upset for his tone of voice, but right now I have just exhausted myself and I am simply being a child. I gaze remorsefully back up at him.
"I'm sorry." I say, and his eyes widen fractionally. I suppose he probably thought I didn't even know the word.
Well, that turned out differently than I expected. But I think it worked out well. Now Draco and Clarissa don't have to hate each other! They have a grudging respect now. And he's not going to be afraid of her, and she's going to have a respect for him, and they're going to be … friends. Not at all like they were in Kali Anna. That… was totally OOC in there. This way, when Draco is slightly OOC, at least he will have a reason. And, I shall work more on this later. You might even get another chapter today!