dear boy with the green eyes ⁂ golden trio era (UNDER EDITING/REWRITING)

IX

          Arabella leaned against her hand staring, as Malfoy entertained a large group of Slytherins with a very "funny" story. He was prancing around like every word he spoke was from the lips of a profit, yet all he was doing was being the biggest arse around. She was not amused, not in the littlest bit, Min-a suddenly cleared her throat bringing Arabella's attention back.

          "Hm?" she shifted her focus over to her dark-haired friend only to catch a glimpse of Harry before Malfoy started doing a ridiculous impression of a swooning fit as the trio passed. There was an eruption of laughter coming from the crowd making Arabella sit up her grey eyes pointed at Malfoy's

           "Hey, Potter!" shrieked Pansy Parkinson, she was always trailing after Malfoy like a lost little puppy, but it seemed fitting as her face resembled that of a pug. "Potter! The Dementors are coming, Potter! Woooooooooo!"

She watched as Harry dropped into a seat at the Gryffindor table his back to her. Pansy was still going at it, Malfoy quick to reenact a fainting spell once more. The noise was starting to jumble together as Arabella started to rise from her seat only to be pulled back down.

          "What are you doing?" she pulled her sleeve away an agitated look on her face,

          "Stopping you from making a scene, it's the first day Bells are you really going to go spend it in detention." The girl placed her finger upon her lip as if she was pondering for a moment, before speaking

          "Min-a, it's as if you don't even know me, I don't get caught."

          "But you do." she scooped a spoon of her oatmeal before dropping it back down with a plop.

          "Only because I wanted to." she stood up from her seat before grabbing her bag, "Plus, I'm not doing anything I'm just heading to class early, you know me, the overachiever." Arabella gave an excited smile before turning away.

          "Arabella," Min-a spoke giving one last weak attempt to stop her. But she didn't, she continued walking past the loud group Malfoy standing at the front Pansy on the bench beside him. As he raised his hands in the air to bring attention to the passing girl his pants suddenly fell from his waist leaving his undergarments exposed. Suddenly the laughter increased to a volume that grabbed everyone's attention. As he went to pull them up face bright red, the nearby bowls suddenly blew their contents on the crowd and their "king". Now, Malfoy had a bigger spotlight than he was wanting.

          A grin erupted on her face as she continued her way through the hall to the doors, she slowed her pace once she heard someone attempting to catch up. She turned her head only briefly but it was enough to see the dark hair of Cedric Diggory. Once he finally reached her he gave an exaggerated sigh as he slung his arm around her.

          "I liked your little show back there."

          "I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about." 

          "Hmh, yeahh okay." he chuckled, "I'm glad to see you walking about and such Bells." 

          "Yes well, I guess I'm just too strong for a dementor hm?" she joked 

          "The strongest gal I know, but seriously, you doing okay after yesterday?"

          "As okay as I can with Malfoy and his goons breathing insults anytime they can. I swear it's just the same material over and over it's as if he can't get any more creative with his insults." she turned to start walking backward to face him with a melodramatic swoon. "Is The Mr. Perfect Cedric Diggory worried about me? Did I do it right? Is that how your little admirers do it?"