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Disclaimer: I own none of the characters; everything is J.K Rowling’s. I’m just messing with them. Its fun. Hehehe.


It’s been a month since he last time I caught him doing, well, it. He yelled at me and basically told me that I should mind my own business. Then he said something that I thought he’d never say, something smart. I know, I know, I am just as shocked at as anyone, if not more so. I told him he was being selfish like I usually did. The thing is, this time he got smart. He asked me how was he being selfish when it was making him feel special when no on else could.

For once, I didn’t know what to say. I was completely speechless. I mean, I guess he was right. It’s not like I really know him or anything. And Lord knows I have no idea what’s really going on. But to cut himself? There has to be another option. God, he gets me so mad sometimes I could just-

“Granger,” someone was saying in a state of panic.

“Granger,” it said again in the same tone.

Then I came to and found a very worried Draco Malfoy staring at me, as well as our potion, which is suppose to turn purple, in a gray, bubbling, gooey sate staring up at me.

“Malfoy! What did you do?”

“Me? You’re the one who’s been staring off into space the whole time daydreaming!”

“Exactly, making all of this your fault,” I said promptly.

“God Granger if I could-,”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. You’d call me a Mudblood or curse me into oblivion or something along those lines, correct?” I asked, and when he didn’t respond I said, “Correct.”

“So what the hell happened?” I asked wanting to know how to stop it, whatever it was.

“I don’t know. I was following the directions perfectly and then this happened.”

“Ok Malfoy. What were the last three things you put in there?”

“God Granger, I don’t know!”

“Well try to remember and fast,” I said as one of the bubbles in the potion popped.

"Fine, baby’s breath, siren’s scream, and shoes worn by a house elf. So enlighten me Granger, what did I do wrong?”

“Ok, we have a problem.”

“Well, are you going to tell me what the problem is?”

“Yes, you did everything perfectly.”

“So, how is that a bad thing?”

“It’s a bad thing because now I have no way of knowing what went wrong. God why is this happening?”

“I don’t know why Granger! That’s why I brought you out of your daydreaming.”

“First of all Malfoy, I was not daydreaming, and secondly, this isn’t my fault if you’re the one who’s forgetting.”

“Bloody hell Granger! I didn’t say it was your fault! I said I needed your help in fixing it, and yes, you were daydreaming.”

“You know, you don’t have to use such language, and if this wasn’t my fault then why should I help you clean it up? And no I wasn’t daydreaming, Malfoy.”

“Well maybe I bloody hell want to, and exactly. You haven’t done anything, which is why it would be nice if you helped now. And yes you were.”

“Well, I wasn’t paying attention to you while you were doing it so I don’t know what you did wrong. And no I wasn’t!”

“I told you what happened so fix it! And yes you were.”

“I don’t see the problem! You did everything correctly, and no I wasn’t bloody hell daydreaming.”

“Now who should stop using such language? And yes you were.”

“No I wasn’t.”

“Were too.”

“Was not.”

“Were too.”

“Was not.”

“Mudblood.”

“Ferret.”

“Mr. Malfoy, Miss Granger! If you two would stop bickering like a married couple for five seconds, you two might notice that your potion is about to explode,” said Professor Slug, as I like to imagine myself calling him.

The only reason he came back was out of respect for our loss of Dumbledore and everyone knows it, even though he likes denying it, but he was right nonetheless. Now our potion was out of control.

I thought I told all of you not to let your emotions run high in front of your emotion potion, which is there to tell you the emotion you are in so you don’t get out of control. And might I say Miss Granger, you and Mr. Malfoy are definitely out of control,” he explained.

How could I have been so stupid to forget that this was an emotions potion? And what probably or, what most likely set it off my was my irritated daydream about Malfoy. I guess he was right. Not that I am about to admit it to him anytime soon.

Oh great, now all eyes were on us. Even the new drop dead gorgeous Longbottom. Oh god can this get any worse? The answer to that question was no because, thank god, the bell rang and I sprinted out the door. Even in spite of the fact I was in front of the class when the bell rang, I was the first one out and into Transfiguration. God, I can’t wait until Wearing a Mask’s letter comes tonight! He seems to always know what to say to cheer me up.
(A/n) Sorry guys that’s were I am leaving off even thought I have more written done I have a huge Quiz tomorrow and its already 10:12 and I didn’t study oops. So thank you to everybody who reviewed and I promise I will update soon sorry and goodnight.

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