Sunday, April 27, 2008
Continue Story (I copy and paste from internet) - Chapter 6 - 'SHE'S SO COLD'
CHAPTER 6
'Hi. I'm Clea.' She tried to manouver the cat so as she could hold out her hand to greet the Trio properly, but the cat 'miow'ed at not having her full attention, so she halted in that process, and instead gave a nervous smile. The attention of Harry and Ron was now definitely on Clea, and Hermione was studying her with an instant dislike - which wasn't like her at all. Harry stepped towards her, and Draco stepped slightly in front of Clea now, strangely protective.
'I'm-'
'Harry Potter!' Clea gasped, her eyes fixing on Harry's scar half hidden by his messy black hair. Harry halted.
'Yeah, that's me.' He said, a dissapointment almost evident in his voice. Ron stepped forwards, and Clea turned her attention to him.
'Ron Weasley.' She said, before Ron got a chance to so much open his mouth.
'Blimey... it's not often people know who I am, too...' Ron muttered, staring wide eyed at Clea. Clea now turned to Hermione, who was standing with an unimpressed expression on her face, and her arms folded tight over her chest.
'And you must be Hermione Granger.' Clea nodded to her with a half smile, and Hermione didn't return the gesture, but instead looked to Harry and Ron.
'Are we leaving?' Hermione asked in a icy tone, and Clea tilted her head to one side to observe Hermione... why was she at such an instant dislike? What made her immediately tetchy?
'Not yet.' Harry replied smoothly, not even looking to Hermione, but keeping his eyes on Clea. 'I haven't seen you at Hogwarts before.'
'No. I just arrived a couple of weeks ago - I'll be starting seventh year with you all. Draco's been good enough to show me around, and help me get everything that I need sorted out-'
''Malfoy' and 'good' don't work well together.' Hermione snarled, now stepping forwards in between Harry and Ron, so she was directly in front of Clea.
'I didn't say 'Malfoy' though, I said 'Draco'. Perhaps you only know 'Malfoy', in which case, it's a shame.' Clea was now finding herself returning Hermione's dislike; who did this bushy haired girl think she was? So she was friends with the amazing Harry Potter, that didn't give her the right to be such a-
'Malfoy and good don't work together - be that Draco, Lucius, Narcissa... it's the way it is.' Hermione shrugged and turned her cold gaze to Draco. 'Isn't that right, Malfoy?'
'You seem to presume you know all and everything, tell me, have you ever had a conversation with any Malfoy?' Clea asked, holding up a ahdn to halt Draco's reaction. Clea waited whilst Hermione glared at her.
'Plenty. And in each and every-'
'I mean a real conversation, Hermione, not just a name throwing session or curse casting moments. So?' Clea watched as Hermioen blinked several times.
'For some people, it isn't necessary to converse with them to know that they are... wrong.' Hermione flicked her vision to Draco whilst she said 'wrong' before turning it smoothly back to Clea.
'There's that presumtion again. Clearly you're good with books Hermione, but from what I've seen you're not so good with people. If you'll excuse us, we need to be getting home.' Clea linked one arm through Draco's and walked swiftly between the Trio, slipping out of the still open door and into the bright, fresh air of Diagon Alley once more, cradeling the cat in her free arm.
'Handled well?' Clea asked nervously, pulling her other arm free of Draco's and holding her animal properly again.
'Handled very well.' Draco nodded, impressed. 'Not only did you insult her, you did so as she'll think about it now and get angry later - I've never mastered that, I always just ger her angry immediately.' Draco puzzled over this for a moment, before Clea's tinkling laugh brought him back to the present.
'Mmm well I'll help you out with it. I didn't like that girl at all - she was-'
'A Mudblood.' Draco said instantly, and Clea raised her eyebrows.
'I was thinking more along the lines of... snobbish.'
'She has nothing to be snobbish about.' Draco snarled, and Clea didn't reply for a moment.
'The other two seemed okay.'
'They're not. Like I said when you first got here; you should stay away from them, it's the only guarentee that they won't suck you into their pathetic little world.' There was a deep silence between them, invaded by the chattering people in Diagon Alley. Clea took a deep breath, reflecting over the persons she had just met and conversed with, before sighing, and saying:
'We should really be getting back to the Manor.'
# posted by Sek Koon @ 8:37 AM 
