Sorry it's been so long! I told you if I don't have someone telling me to do it then I won't. Anyway I feel like this chapter is kind of... well crap basically. Tell me if I'm wrong k? Alright I love yo faces, and I hope you enjoy this chapter.
"Olivia. Olivia wake up Drakey boys here to see you." I heard someone say mockingly. I shot up alarmed by the fact that Draco was waiting outside, and I hadn't even showered yet.
"What? He's here? What time is it?" I frantically fly from the bed and into the bathroom.
"Olivia calm down, It's barely 9:30. He's not even here yet." Ginny laughed at my mini freak out.
"Then why did you say he was!" I angrily charged her, then punched her in the arm. She just laughed harder.
"Hermione told me that you were tough to get out of bed, so I did what I had to do." She continued laughing so I punched her again, harder and in the same spot as the last time. Her laughter was replaced by a pain filled yelp. "Bloody hell!" she screamed.
"What going on up there?" Ron yelled from the common room.
"Nothing I'm just beating up your sister! You know girl stuff!" I yelled back momentarily distracted , giving Ginny the perfect opportunity to get me back for punching her. She took a pillow off Hermione's bed , came up from behind me, and smacked me right across the head. "Jesus Christ! Ginny I'll kick you in the mouth!" I yelled rubbing my temple. She just began her giggling once more.
I pick up a pillow from my bed and charged at her.
The sound of pillow hitting pillow hitting face filled the air, followed by a fit of girly giggles.
"Is that a pillow fight I hear?" Seamus Finnigan shouted a little to excitedly from the bottom of the stairs.
"Between who?" Dean Thomas jumped into the conversation.
"Olivia please don't break my sister. My mother will not be pleased if we return home for Christmas and Ginny has a busted face!" Ron whined
"Olivia and Ginny? I wish we could get up there to see this." I heard Dean say merrily, but once he finished his sentence a loud crash came from down below.
"That's my sister you talking about Thomas!" Ron yelled immediately after the crash.
Me and Ginny were done with our little fight, and were now laughing hysterically at the guys.
Just then a large brown and black owl flew through the window. My first thought was to grab the nearest thing and start swinging at the bird like a piñata until it flew back out, but then it dropped something on my bed (I thought it had pooed itself, which only made me madder) I looked closer at what I thought was owl poo, only to see that it was in fact a small note.
I quickly picked it up and started to scan the hand written note.
"Who's it from?" Ginny asked curiously, she walked up behind me and her height advantage made it easy for her to look over my shoulder to read the note.
I flipped it over and saw the initials D.M. written in a fancy script.
"Draco." I flipped it over once again to read what was written on the other side.
"Well what does it say?" Ginny pressed further, practically jumping out of her skin.
"10:00 A.M." I wondered what could be happening then.
"That must be when he's coming!' she squealed, pointing out the obvious explanation that I had somehow missed.
"Frick. I'm not going to have time to shower and get ready." I said nervously looking at the clock that read 9:34 A.M.
"Just use a spell" Ginny suggested casually.
I started to panic, and all sorts of fear inspiring thoughts raced thru my head. I knew this would happen. What's gonna happen to me once she finds out I'm not a witch? What am I going to do!
"No… I couldn't" I tried my best to hide the internal panic attack that I was having.
"Why not?" her question caused me to become as scared as humanly possible. I'm mean here she was standing in front of me waiting for me to do something magical when the truth is I didn't have a magical bone in my body.
"Well… I um… you see, I…" I stammered, trying to come up with a good excuse as to why I could not perform what I assumed was a simple spell. "I can't do it when I'm this nervous!" I blurted out the best excuse I could muster up, and now that I look back on it, it was a rather terrible one.
"Okay then…" she looked at me like I was a crazy person " would you like me to do it for you?" she asked politely.
"Yes that would be great. Thank you so much." I relaxed a bit, having the minor catastrophe behind me, but then tensed up again, bracing myself for the spell that she was about to cast on my body.
She lifted her wand gradually. "Although I should warn you, I'm not very good at this spell, so stay completely still, and if you smell something burning don't panic. I know a spell that will regrow hair." I was hoping she was joking with me, but I was to scared to ask.
"Just do it already." I tightly closed my eyes and hoped for the best."
"Alright." she pointed her wand directly at me and recited the charm "Scourgify" she spoke up. I felt a slight tickling sensation run up and down my skin , but it soon faded. "All done. Now get dressed. Malfool will be here soon. Why Dumbledore made him your guide I haven't a clue." She said the last part mainly to herself. The only people that knew about Dumbledore asking me to befriend Malfoy were Harry, Ron, and Hermione. And I was set on keeping it that way.
"Me either." I lied with a nervous smile. I had always thought I was a good liar, but the thought of anyone finding out that I was lying made me nervous. "I better hurry up and get dressed." I quickly opened my trunk and searched for something to wear. I looked out the window to see what the weather was like, the sky was a dismal grey, and while I knew that the chances of us going outside the castle were slim, I still dressed to fit the weather. I wore a simple sweater, jeans, boots, and the locket my father gave me before he died ( .com/olivia/set?id=32010641 ). Before I headed downstairs I noticed a bag had appeared on my bed.
I cautiously walked over and opened it up. It contained my wand, a jacket, and the book that had brought me here. I opened up the book and a small note fluttered to the floor.
I quickly bend down to retrieve it. The note read.
Olivia,
You need this more then I do.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
P.S. Guard it with your life.
After I was finished reading the note it suddenly burst into flames.
"What The Frick!" I instantly brought my burnt fingers to my mouth to cool them off. "The old man could have warned me about the fire thing!" I huffed to myself, then threw the book back into the bag, and went to the bathroom to run my finger under cold water.
After a few minutes I emerged from the bathroom to see a tallish dark haired girl bounce up the steps with a look of disgust on her face.
"Are you Olivia?" She pretended like she didn't know who I was, when in reality everyone knew who I was (every Gryffindor did anyway) due to the bubble blonde that I had been associating myself with.
"Yes, and you are?" I asked as politely as possible.
"Parvati Patil." She smiled slightly but I had a feeling that she was silently judging me. I just wrote it off as paranoia. "A certain Slytherin ferrite is here to see you." She said that part rather rudely, like it was all my fault that he was there (It might have been a tiny bit my fault, but if anyone asked I blamed Dumbledore)
"Who knew that the little furry creature had such good timing." I tried joking with Parvati, but it looked like she was just going to go back to pretending she didn't know who I was. She simply made a bitchy face at me, and pushed past me to the washroom.
"What a bitch." I mumbled under my breath.
"What was that!" She quickly turned around in shock and anger.
Oh shit. Was the first thought that popped up in my head. She just stared me down, and waited for me to respond.
I made the quick decision to stand up for myself, even if it could have ended with me being turned into a frog or something.
" Well Parvati I felt that your rude behavior was… rude, so I called you a bitch." I said in a nervous but somehow smooth-spoken manner.
She looked simply stunned at my words, and suddenly the weather had went from clear and cordial to slightly awkward with a chance of this might come back to bite me in the ass.
I really didn't know what to do, and the fact that Parvati hadn't taken her eyes off me only made me feel more awkward. So I did the only thing that I could think to do.
I booked it down the stairs.