Okay, before we begin, just wanna say, that we are novices here. Never written before which should excuse the bad storyline etc, not that there'll be one. lol Oh and one more thing, please don't get all mixed up and confused when the stories change from using "I" to "You" and vice versa, you see there's two of us writing these things and well Sarah )me) writes as if its YOU and Katie, she writes with an I, please don't let it put you off cos the contents should hopefully still be good! K, better get started then.
So here goes.>>>
It was a blistering, sunny day and you sat with your eyes shut allowing the rush of the wind to toss the ends of your hair about gently.
The compartment was stuffy and hot and even with the window flung wide open you felt drowzy with the late summer heatwave.
The fact that it was now the start of September didn't seem to bother the weather all that much and as the sun made one of its rare appearences you grimaced at the thought of having to change into your heavy green robes any minute now.
A quite knock on the compartment door made you prise open your eyes just a slither, there stood at the other side of the dirty glass door was a nervous looking fourth year.
"Mia," you called out weakly, "Go and open the door will you."
You didn't move but waited silently for her reply knowing exactly what it would be. Sure enough after a moments pause a voice answered you back,
"Go and get it yourself you lazy git."
Despite the insult, your lips curved into a smirk. Mia had been your best friend since second year when you'd cast a quick and well aimed hex at some idiot calling her a 'mudblood.'
See that was the unusual thing about Mia, (or Amelia as others knew her) she was the only mudblood in the whole of Slytherin house, as a rule it was usually only pureblood descendants that were allowed the honour of such a prestigious house with the occasional half-blood managing to weedle in. But then suddenly, seven years ago to date, the first ever mudblood was ordered to go and sit at the Slytherin table by the raggedy old hat.
You'd never had a problem with blood lines though,
*A person makes themselves what they truly are,* so you'd always thought.
You eased yourself back to the present and pulled yourself up off the seat to slide back the compartment door.
"Yes?"
You said harshly realising you still had your eyes closed.
"Sorry Miss Monroe but your wanted down in the last compartment to start your prefect duties,"
The little girl infront of you looked terrified and you looked at her briefly before answering.
"Fine go and tell the impatient reject down there to be careful not to overheat as I am on my way."
You said the last few words with a mixture of sarcasm and contempt because you knew exactly who the impatient reject down there was, the same idiot who had called your best friend a mudblood all those years ago...making him one of your shared and most despised enemies.
Draco Malfoy.
>>>> mia sounds like a hoot nice to see a muggle who is badass
You flicked the blinds of your compartment down and as Mia had already passed out into a deep and somewhat noisy sleep, you quickly changed into your school uniform.
Soon after you were gliding down the corridors, as slow as you could mind you, on your way to the bottom most compartment. Your green robes contrasted perfectly with your light summer blonde hair and blue eyes and gave you a strikingly elegant look each school term. The skirt was etched up just a little higher than school standards but you knew you would get away with it, after retaining an OUTSTANDING grade average over the past seven years, most of the teachers believed you could do no wrong. Though everyone else knew, you most definetly could.
You were nearing the last few doors now and so you decided to take a moment to call into a few others compartments first. You slid open the door to your left to find two red-robed students locked together.
"I think Professor Snape should find fifty house points an adequate amount to dock from Gryffindor for this inappropriate behaviour."
You smirked at her and turned to leave when you heard Her mutter,
"Just because she can't get a guy."
You spun round immediately and administered the death glare that you had perfected over the years causing her to physically shrink back into the walls,
"Oh believe me, I could have anyone on this train if I wanted. But unlike you, I have reasonably high standards so I wouldn't just settle for Potter."
You spat out his name with venom and you couldn't help but let another smirk flutter into your lips at Ginny's shocked and disbelieving face.
"But how did you...how could you..he..you...?"
She trailed off, obviously confused at how you managed to guess who had joined her in the compartment only a moment ago.
You see the invisibility cloak that jumped up show off used so often, was not as secret as they had obviously thought. You'd encountered it before ofcourse, every time the 'hero of the hour' had used it in an attempt to stop any of your perfectly executed plans, much to your annoyance.
You continued to smirk as you sauntered out of the doorway leaving the youngest of the Weasley set to furiously try and work out just what had given it away.
You walked down the remaining carriage with a smile plastered across your face and just as you were finishing off congratulating yourself on your triumph you were greeted by a pair of stony grey eyes and a shock of platinum blonde hair.
"If you weren't in my own house, I'd take at least a hundred points from you immediately for such lateness and incompetence."
You let out a long sigh, heavily coated in sarcasm and replied,
"Oh so it's YOUR house now is it Malfoy? Funny, I must have missed that memo."
You smiled sweetly at him, knowing it would just wind him up further,
"Please don't try and get clever with me Monroe, I would have thought you'd learnt by now that the consequences are almost never attractive."
Draco kept his voice calm and cool though his infamous smirk was nowhere to be seen.
"Yeh, I learnt that the first time I saw your 'angry' face."
You brushed over to the window knocking his shoulder as you passed. You tugged at the window, trying to get it to open in the sweltering heat, but no amount of straining seemed to be doing the trick.
*Oh this just isn't fair,* you thought to yourself, *I dazzle with my comebacks before making a fool of myself because I can't open a god damn window!*
You breathed deeply and were about to pull at it once more when a loud crack and wave of strength flung you into the seat at the side of the compartment. Another, identical, sound and the window was wide open too.
You jumped up and turned to face a smug look of victory and pride smirking at you from Draco's face.
"Your aims getting worse Malfoy,"
you spat, desperately trying to restrain yourself from using your own, finely tuned, wand skills to shave off all of his blinding hair.
"Now if you're quite done pulling that unappealing face we can get started on our patrol."
And before he was able to retort you'd stormed past him and were heading off down the carriage again.
>>>ginny n harry getting it on oohhh
The routine check was slow going and with Malfoy stopping at nearly every carriage containing an attractive girl, you'd had plenty of time to stew over your little tiff.
You and Malfoy had never got on.
The hatred had first come out back in second year but even before that you'd found it difficult to continue a civil conversation with the guy.
*He's just too self-confident and egotistical, it's not human for god's sake,*
you thought, staring at him with distaste as he was handed his nineteenth invite to a girls dorm of the afternoon.
He finally came struting out of the compartment only to stop when Goyle came hurtling past,
"Might have to do a bit of Slytherin work with that one,"
he said, smirking and gesturing to the girl who was now looking rather flustered and sat giggling with her friends.
You squeezed your eyes shut, desperately trying to erase all of his cretinous existence from your mind.
*I mean, what kind of parents could create such an annoying, vain ponce of a son?*
But the very most annoying thing about him was that every saturday afternoon, after you'd turfed the Hufflepuffs off the Quidditch pitch, you had to obey every order he threw at you.
It drove you insane.
At the very end of last years term, Marcus Flint, the previous Slytherin team captain had been forced to resign after repeatedly hitting a bludger at Professor Sprout during a match, as she refused to boost his failed grades. Although, you'd never really liked Flint, who leered at you every practice and offered to give you private broom handling lessons in his dorm, he was far better than the replacement captain, Malfoy.
Malfoy used the practices as a means of revenge, it was, afterall, the only time he could ever successfully tell you what to do and if you complained, which you often did, he would threaten to throw you off the team.
So you would grit your teeth and throw him death glares whenever you got the chance, but abide by his stupid rules and ridiculous tactics for the mean time.
Ofcourse he was harder on you than anybody else on the team, claiming that the only reason you were even on the team in the first place was because
'Marcus wanted some.'
This really cut deep, Quidditch was very important to you. The challenge, the rivalry and the way that you always out flew your competitors, you loved it all. Both he and you knew ofcourse that this was certainly not the reason you were star chaser, well not the only reason anyway. You could rival anyone with your skills and determination out on the pitch and he knew it, but you just couldn't risk trying to find out if those threats were of the empty variety so you lay as low as possible in practices.
Malfoy paraded towards you, a girl flagging at either side of him, their eyes wide and starry as if walking in some legends wake.
Please head to results for ending>>>
You stumbled backwards, hand to your bruised forehead, muttering curses under your breath at the obstruction.
When your vision focused itself again, you realised that your obstruction was infact two of your most delightful classmates! The first of a short, stocky build and the other much more wiry and tall. You groaned in your mind before fixing a smile,
"Blaise! Pansy! What brings you away from your cosy cabins?"
You said it with glee, remembering how much you enjoyed messing with these two. They never could tell when they were being made fun of.Pansy batted her eyelashes and you noticed the overdone use of lipstick and eyeliner,
"As a matter of fact..YOU."
Her voice was so sickly sweet you thought you might vomit right there on the carriage floor. Luckily, you realised that she was looking straight past you, infact she was staring straight at a suddenly uneasy Draco. Unfortunately, Blaise wasn't.
Well thats the first one, bit slow we know but they'll get better with practice, anyway please rate and message to encourage us, ^-^ Oh and by the way the picture all the way up there ^^^ is YOU! 'Guiseley Monroe.'xxxx
