Chapter 1: Chess Isn't Just a Game it's a Curse
~Hermione's POV~
"Hermione, how about a game of wizard's chess after dinner?" Ron asked
swallowing a large amount of steak he barely chewed.
"No thanks I have to study."
"For what? We aren't having any quizzes this week," Ron exclaimed flabbergasted.
"Ron, just because the professors didn't announce we were going to have a quiz doesn't mean we won't"
"You're just afraid to lose. After all I am the best chess player Hogwarts has ever seen," he boasted.
I rolled my eyes.
"You're the best chess player in Hogwarts? Who would have ever guessed? That head of you're would float away if it wasn't attached to your head, its soo full of air," came a dawdling voice from behind me.
I turn my head back to already knowing who was standing there.
"Get lost Malfoy. I could smell that revolting stench of yours over here," came a voice filled with challenge.
I turn me head back to see Justine, a foreign exchange student from America, giving Malfoy a deep look of disgust.
"No I think I'll stay right here thanks. Well Weasel I guess this means I'll have to prove you wrong. Of course there ought to be a bet made or what would be the fun of it? That is unless you're frightened," Malfoy taunted.
"Alright ferret boy, I'll take you on. The loser has to serve the winner for a week."
"Alright, but what use would you be to me? I don't want your filthy hands touching my stuff. No I think I'd prefer someone else to serve me."
"Who?"
His eyes wrenched from Ron's and he looked straight at Justine. His smirk transformed into an evil grin as he looked at her. Justine stared straight back him eyes burning a dark blue flame.
"Hell no you bastard," she snapped.
"Well I guess this means the match is canceled," Malfoy smirked, "pity really."
"Justine please-" Ron began.
"No"
"Err. well I guess I'll have to tell everyone about your fear of-"
"Fuck you too."
Justine eyed him angrily and finally groaned, "Fine." Her voice rose slightly and she hissed across the table, "but if you lose I will kill you."
"Thank you soo much. There's no way I can lose," Ron bragged.
The match began immediately and in the end.
"Check," Ron said.
Malfoy smirked "Check mate."
"RON!"
Justine's hands went around Ron's neck and she began to strangle him. Two seventh years pulled her off him.
"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU! YOU IDIOT! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" she roared, "LET GO!"
"Stop struggling," one of the seventh years hissed.
"Justine I'm soo sorry," Ron said cowering at her voice. Usually Justine was quiet, this was the first time any one in school heard her yell.
"RON! YOU IDIOT!"
After half an hour of her struggling to get lose she finally calmed down. The seventh years let her go and she sank to her knees her mouth wide open. She buried her eyes in her hands.
"Justine-" I began.
She jumped up and ran in the direction of Gryffindor tower.
~Justine's POV~ I ran until I reached the fat lady.
"Password"
"I don't know. Can't you just open up?" I exclaimed.
"No I need a password."
"Please, come on I'm begging you."
"No"
"God, oh God, oh God. Think Justine think," I mumbled under my breath hoping the password would suddenly pop into my head.
"There you are," came the voice of Draco Malfoy.
"Please open, please, please, please, please, please," I exclaimed desperate. I mean come on desperate times call for desperate measures right?
"No"
So I ran. Malfoy chased after me. I knew I couldn't out run him. So I dashed into a nearby class room and locked the door.
I slumped into a chair. My eyes burned in pain but I refused to cry. No, I couldn't show weakness.
I heard the lock click and Malfoy came in.
"Bull shit," I mumbled.
"So you thought-" his voice got louder and louder with every step.
"I didn't even think!" I snapped, "Get lost!"
"Who's suppose to be commanding who?" he smirked.
"You don't control me," I snapped.
I lugged for the door but Malfoy grabbed my wrist. I turned my wrist quickly and his grip was lost. I ran once again.
This time he tackled me as I reached the door.
"Get the fuck off me!" I roared
"No, I don't think I will."
So I used my left leg to kick him off. I jumped up and ran smack into Goyle. He and Crabbe grabbed me and pinned me against the wall.
"Let Go!"
Malfoy got up not. As he reached me he slapped me. It didn't hurt, heck it felt more like a tingle. I raised my eyebrow.
"Is that all you've got?" I asked.
"No, but I don't believe in hurting a girl physically," he smirked.
I stared into those silver eyes. Those eyes were soo charming to some, mostly girls there might be one or two gay guys and all, well any way, but to me those eyes resembled one of a lifeless person.
I kept struggling to get lose although I was pretty tired from trying to get those seventh years off me.
Malfoy put himself in a ridiculous thinking position.
"Now what should I order you to do first?" he asked himself smiling mischievously. What type of freak talks to himself?
"Tell her to stop struggling," Crabbe suggested.
I gave Malfoy a 'go ahead, I don't care' type of look.
"No, first stop calling me Malfoy."
"Fine, Mr. Malfoy. That sounds soo much like I'm addressing your father. I could see why though, you're just like him."
"Don't you dare say that again!" he roared at me.
His sudden out burst startled me for a second. His eyes turned into anger and a pink tingle appeared on his pale cheeks. What I said wasn't that bad. In fact most boys want to be just like their daddies.
Malfoy sighed, "Release her."
I slid to the ground shocked at what he just said. My body ached but I made sure I showed no sign of pain.
"Crabbe, Goyle, let's go. See you tomorrow slave."
After they left I slumped back to the painting of the fat lady. I eyed her angrily wanting to yell at her more than anything. But I just slid to the ground thinking over and over what just happened.
A minute or so later Harry, Hermione, and the idiot loser came up the stairway.
My sorrow drifted away and was replaced by anger. No, I wasn't going to attack Ron again. I wanted revenge, on whom, I didn't really know.
As they reached me they sat on the ground with me.
"I'm really sorry," Ron said in a pleading voice.
I stood up and was about to leave.
"Justine-"
"No, I don't want to hear any more of your pleads."
The others followed me as I walked to the school's highest tower.
"Justine, why did you bring us here?" Harry asked.
I didn't answer him. I climbed onto the edge of the school wall and jumped. I wasn't afraid of death. I knew I wouldn't die. There was magic flowing within every inch of my body.
I felt the wind brush my skin softly. Half way through the fall something grabbed me around the waist. I was pulled onto a broom. I looked to see who has prevented me from falling.
Malfoy had me on his broom.
"Let go," I snapped quietly so only he could hear.
"No. I command you to hold on."
My hands automatically clenched the broom's handle.
He flew me back up to Harry and the others.
"You aren't to try and commit suicide," he snapped, "go back to your common room."
And with that he flew off.
"No thanks I have to study."
"For what? We aren't having any quizzes this week," Ron exclaimed flabbergasted.
"Ron, just because the professors didn't announce we were going to have a quiz doesn't mean we won't"
"You're just afraid to lose. After all I am the best chess player Hogwarts has ever seen," he boasted.
I rolled my eyes.
"You're the best chess player in Hogwarts? Who would have ever guessed? That head of you're would float away if it wasn't attached to your head, its soo full of air," came a dawdling voice from behind me.
I turn my head back to already knowing who was standing there.
"Get lost Malfoy. I could smell that revolting stench of yours over here," came a voice filled with challenge.
I turn me head back to see Justine, a foreign exchange student from America, giving Malfoy a deep look of disgust.
"No I think I'll stay right here thanks. Well Weasel I guess this means I'll have to prove you wrong. Of course there ought to be a bet made or what would be the fun of it? That is unless you're frightened," Malfoy taunted.
"Alright ferret boy, I'll take you on. The loser has to serve the winner for a week."
"Alright, but what use would you be to me? I don't want your filthy hands touching my stuff. No I think I'd prefer someone else to serve me."
"Who?"
His eyes wrenched from Ron's and he looked straight at Justine. His smirk transformed into an evil grin as he looked at her. Justine stared straight back him eyes burning a dark blue flame.
"Hell no you bastard," she snapped.
"Well I guess this means the match is canceled," Malfoy smirked, "pity really."
"Justine please-" Ron began.
"No"
"Err. well I guess I'll have to tell everyone about your fear of-"
"Fuck you too."
Justine eyed him angrily and finally groaned, "Fine." Her voice rose slightly and she hissed across the table, "but if you lose I will kill you."
"Thank you soo much. There's no way I can lose," Ron bragged.
The match began immediately and in the end.
"Check," Ron said.
Malfoy smirked "Check mate."
"RON!"
Justine's hands went around Ron's neck and she began to strangle him. Two seventh years pulled her off him.
"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU! YOU IDIOT! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" she roared, "LET GO!"
"Stop struggling," one of the seventh years hissed.
"Justine I'm soo sorry," Ron said cowering at her voice. Usually Justine was quiet, this was the first time any one in school heard her yell.
"RON! YOU IDIOT!"
After half an hour of her struggling to get lose she finally calmed down. The seventh years let her go and she sank to her knees her mouth wide open. She buried her eyes in her hands.
"Justine-" I began.
She jumped up and ran in the direction of Gryffindor tower.
~Justine's POV~ I ran until I reached the fat lady.
"Password"
"I don't know. Can't you just open up?" I exclaimed.
"No I need a password."
"Please, come on I'm begging you."
"No"
"God, oh God, oh God. Think Justine think," I mumbled under my breath hoping the password would suddenly pop into my head.
"There you are," came the voice of Draco Malfoy.
"Please open, please, please, please, please, please," I exclaimed desperate. I mean come on desperate times call for desperate measures right?
"No"
So I ran. Malfoy chased after me. I knew I couldn't out run him. So I dashed into a nearby class room and locked the door.
I slumped into a chair. My eyes burned in pain but I refused to cry. No, I couldn't show weakness.
I heard the lock click and Malfoy came in.
"Bull shit," I mumbled.
"So you thought-" his voice got louder and louder with every step.
"I didn't even think!" I snapped, "Get lost!"
"Who's suppose to be commanding who?" he smirked.
"You don't control me," I snapped.
I lugged for the door but Malfoy grabbed my wrist. I turned my wrist quickly and his grip was lost. I ran once again.
This time he tackled me as I reached the door.
"Get the fuck off me!" I roared
"No, I don't think I will."
So I used my left leg to kick him off. I jumped up and ran smack into Goyle. He and Crabbe grabbed me and pinned me against the wall.
"Let Go!"
Malfoy got up not. As he reached me he slapped me. It didn't hurt, heck it felt more like a tingle. I raised my eyebrow.
"Is that all you've got?" I asked.
"No, but I don't believe in hurting a girl physically," he smirked.
I stared into those silver eyes. Those eyes were soo charming to some, mostly girls there might be one or two gay guys and all, well any way, but to me those eyes resembled one of a lifeless person.
I kept struggling to get lose although I was pretty tired from trying to get those seventh years off me.
Malfoy put himself in a ridiculous thinking position.
"Now what should I order you to do first?" he asked himself smiling mischievously. What type of freak talks to himself?
"Tell her to stop struggling," Crabbe suggested.
I gave Malfoy a 'go ahead, I don't care' type of look.
"No, first stop calling me Malfoy."
"Fine, Mr. Malfoy. That sounds soo much like I'm addressing your father. I could see why though, you're just like him."
"Don't you dare say that again!" he roared at me.
His sudden out burst startled me for a second. His eyes turned into anger and a pink tingle appeared on his pale cheeks. What I said wasn't that bad. In fact most boys want to be just like their daddies.
Malfoy sighed, "Release her."
I slid to the ground shocked at what he just said. My body ached but I made sure I showed no sign of pain.
"Crabbe, Goyle, let's go. See you tomorrow slave."
After they left I slumped back to the painting of the fat lady. I eyed her angrily wanting to yell at her more than anything. But I just slid to the ground thinking over and over what just happened.
A minute or so later Harry, Hermione, and the idiot loser came up the stairway.
My sorrow drifted away and was replaced by anger. No, I wasn't going to attack Ron again. I wanted revenge, on whom, I didn't really know.
As they reached me they sat on the ground with me.
"I'm really sorry," Ron said in a pleading voice.
I stood up and was about to leave.
"Justine-"
"No, I don't want to hear any more of your pleads."
The others followed me as I walked to the school's highest tower.
"Justine, why did you bring us here?" Harry asked.
I didn't answer him. I climbed onto the edge of the school wall and jumped. I wasn't afraid of death. I knew I wouldn't die. There was magic flowing within every inch of my body.
I felt the wind brush my skin softly. Half way through the fall something grabbed me around the waist. I was pulled onto a broom. I looked to see who has prevented me from falling.
Malfoy had me on his broom.
"Let go," I snapped quietly so only he could hear.
"No. I command you to hold on."
My hands automatically clenched the broom's handle.
He flew me back up to Harry and the others.
"You aren't to try and commit suicide," he snapped, "go back to your common room."
And with that he flew off.