Caledonia Lilia Snape

2.6: Untitled Part 16

"Look, I can't help it if she's got her knickers in a twist. What Lav and I have, well, let say there no stopping it. It's chemistry between us. Will it last? Who knows? Point is; I'm a free agent." Ron said with a haughty air of confident as he strolled to his next class with Caledonia, who had the face of disgust beside him.

"Ron Weasley," She paused, and he paused, turning around to face her. "You're a prat. If it were me, I'd hex your balls off." She waved her wand dangerously in front of his face and leaned close, narrowing her eyes at him. He paled slightly, knowing what she could do as he remembered all the pranks she had done to Draco in the past. "This is Hermione we're talking about. Cross her, and you cross me. Do whatever you want, but in the end, you will regret it." She twirled and stomped away, leaving Ron to stretch the collar of his shirt and wonder.

Draco smirked at the redhead boy, having overheard the whole thing where he had stood against the wall in the hallway. "Scary little thing isn't she?"

Ron's face darkened as he realized who was talking to him. "Bugger off Malfoy. It's none of your business."

"Whatever," Draco shrugged. "I was going to give you a man to man tip about women. Your loss," he waved his hand and began to walk away.

Ron stared at the other boy and called after him as curiosity won out, "Wait. Malfoy, what is it?"

Draco turned around, "What? The tip?" He saw the Gryffindor keeper nod. "Oh, yeah. You're going to be paying for it for a long time with Granger afterward. I know I am after what I have done to Caledonia. The feeling isn't worth it; it makes the Dark Lord look like Honeyduke's." Then he turned away, walking off.

Ron stood there, swallowing hard and cursed silently to himself.

Caledonia trailed after Hermione in the library, holding a stack of books as the other girl returned to their respectful place on the shelves. Hermione was in a right state, ranting about Ron. "He's at perfect liberty to kiss whoever he likes. I really couldn't care less. Was I under the impression that he and I would be attending Slughorn's Christmas party together? Yes. Of course, now, given the circumstances, I've had to make another arrangement."

Tracy gave Caledonia a look as she scribbled on her parchment, doing her homework assignment as they walked behind the irate Gryffindor. She asked curiously, "Who are you taking now?"

Hermione twirled around, her bushy hair flying as she grabbed another book from Caledonia's arms and returned it to the shelf with a swish of her wand. "It's a surprise. Besides, who are you taking, Caledonia? You surely won't want to reveal your relationship with him yet to everyone, aren't you?" By now, Tracey nodded, looking interested to hear what Caledonia had to say.

"Uh," Caledonia replied as she looked around. "He and I agree not to go together, to not arouse any suspicions yet."

"Really? I'd thought he'd be green with envy after what happened in the great hall the other day with Macmillan." The Gryffindor girl replied with a smirk.

Caledonia laughed at the memory. It had served Draco right after a year of putting up with Pansy. "It's a surprise." She echoed her friend's earlier words and laughed as Hermione swatted her with a parchment.

"Do you have to dress like this for him?" Draco leaned against the wall in the common room, eyeballing Caledonia as she came down the stairs. She was wearing a dress that hugged her curves in the right places. The dress, or a sheath which Draco has deduced, was black with dark green double-layered lace frills around the hem of her dress that fell to her mid-thigh, and her cleavage was obvious, straining against her dress. She had pulled her hair up in a simple ponytail but left her bang to sweep sideways, hiding her eye.