Never Tickle A Sleeping Dragon (Chapter Two)

“Stupid bloody cow,” I murmur to myself as I storm angrily down to the Slytherin Common Room. For my detention I had to clean all the dishes from supper BY BLOODY HAND! No magic! There was an evil house-elf named Krupp watching over me, too, so it was impossible to cheat. When I reach the wall where the doorway to the common room was, I grumpily murmur “serpentus” and enter the common room. As soon as I’m inside I flop down on the couch. I pull off my shoes and tie, and stare into the dying fire. It’s very mesmerizing, the little flames flickering this way and that, like a dance or chase. Swish, jump, spark, flow, ripple, swish swish, flick. I’m falling asleep, I can tell. I would get up and go to my dormitory, but I can’t. I honestly can’t get up. I give in and close my eyes, and am on the verge of slumber when –1

CRASH!2

Bloody hell. I swear, the world is against me. I looked around to see a dark figure clumsily exiting the boy’s dormitory. 3

“What the – Parkison!?” She sees me and jumps. 4

“What are you doing here, Laliberte!?” As you can see, Parkinson and I aren’t exactly best mates. She’s a right bitch, if you ask me. 5

“I was asleep,” I say bitterly. “And yourself? Obviously you couldn’t keep your dark secret a secret long enough.” She looks confused.6

“What are you going on about?”7

“You forgot you’re pretending you’re a girl. Don’t worry, everyone’s guessed anyways!” She gives me a dirty look.8

“You’re one to talk! I always wondered why no guys ever liked you!” Oh, that one hurt, honestly it did. Because I totally give a hippogriff’s shit about what guys like me. 9

“At least Draco likes me,” I shrug. She looks really offended and storms off to her dorm. I snort and get back into my comfy fire-gazing position. My eyes are getting heavier, and I hope to Merlin no one interrupts me. I hear some weird whispers, but ignore them as I, finally, fall asleep.10

*11

“WAKE UP, MUDBLOOD!” I groan as a heavy weight falls on me, probably breaking all my bones. I open my eyes and glare at the blonde bucket of smirks sitting on broken-boned body. The Bastard. “Up you get!” He jumps off me.12

“I can’t, my bones are all broken,”13

“Oh, come on, Fatty, get up!” I roll over, shoving my head into the back of the couch. 14

“Go away,”15

“GET UP GET UP GET UP!” I groan. “The other schools get here today!”16

“Like I give a fuck,”17

“We have Potions!”18

“I fucking hate school,”19

“With the Hufflepuffs!”20

“FUCK OFF!”21

“That good-looking Hufflepuff bloke will be there!” I get up off the couch. 22

“Alright, alright, I’m coming.” He grins. 23

“No, terrible. It is supposed to be a semi-translucent rose colour, that is a dark magenta. You’re obviously hopeless,” Professor Snape said to a quivering Hufflepuff with really huge glasses and buckteeth. Honestly, Snape is my favourite teacher. He’s so bitchy, it’s hilarious. 24

“Hmmmm,” he says as he passes the table Draco, that skinny crony of his, and I are occupying. He stands over the skinny kid’s (he’s new-ish, okay? I don’t have to know his name) cauldron (his potion is a dark greyish plum colour), turns up his nose and mutters “I see”. He then looks into to Draco’s completely clear potion. He gives it a sniff. “A counter-clockwise stir or two should make your potion the proper colour and consistency.” Draco smirks as he adds the stirs. Snape then peers into my cauldron. Mine is hot pink. 25

“Next time, I suggest you follow Malfoy’s example. Too few leeches and too many carclus hearts have been added to this potion,” And he turns and leaves. Snape has a small amount of hatred towards me ever since I accidentally spilled my potion all over his robes in Second Year. I know, I’m ridiculously smooth, leave me alone.