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Push & Pull: Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of the story. Credits for them goes to J.K. Rowling and Disney. Images of other characters Theo Nott (Devon Bostick) and some other characters that may appear in the later chapters belong to their respective Labels and Agencies. Only the plot is mine.

A/n: This is non-canon

Genre: Slice of life, Humor, Romance, Adventure (?)

CHAPTER 1: The first two days

"Bloody hell!"

With wide eyes, he pushed the windows of their dorm room open. He woke not by the sound of the alarm but by his own accord because he was thirsty. He was going to get a glass of water when he saw the time. It told him he had a little over 15 minutes to prepare and get his ass to his first class.

"Blaise! Theo! Get up!" He yelled, waking his two companions who apparently had no idea what the flying f*ck was making him so loud in the morning.

"What in the world!?" Theo responded, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles.

"Get up! We have 15 minutes!" the flustered Slytherin said through gritted teeth.

"What are you talking about mate? It's still dawn." Blaise said calmly as he moved into a sitting position. It was very rare for him to see his blonde best friend freak out in the morning. In fact, Draco Malfoy never freaks out. That realization made Blaise bolt up from his bed

"What the hell is that!?" He asked. Peering through the window. He was very sure they were still in the dungeons. It is usually dark like right now, since they're practically in an underground prison in the castle, if anybody would like to stress that out. But at least they got a good view of the sea. Except, now, they didn't.

Since when have their view become the forbidden forest!?

"Mobiliarbus." He heard Draco say as he pointed his wand outside the window. One by one, the trees uproot themselves and were moved away from the window.

Tiny rays of light come into the room and that's when Theo realized they're royally screwed.

"Where are you going?" He asked Draco who was already by the door.

"Classes!" Draco responded, still a bit flustered at the fact that he now had just 2 minutes to reach his class before he ruins his first day as a prefect.

Theo stood up, still rubbing his eyes. "What's he on about?" He asked Blaise. The tall, dark, handsome Slytherin looked at him as if he asked a stupid question before he responded.

"He doesn't like to be late."

"Let me guess." Hermione Granger said in a whisper as she kept her eyes on her book. Ronald Weasley, one of her best friends just came into class, 2 minutes before it starts.

"What?" Her ginger haired friend asked. He barely made it into sitting position and already, she was finding ways to nag him in the morning. On the first day of class on top of that!

"You stayed up all night." She said finally looking at him. "That's why you are late." She added.

"What are you talking about?" He responded. "I am not late. You're just early." He supplied.

The bushy haired girl nodded in agreement. The ginger couldn't believe his eyes. It was a rare occurrence.

"Well that doesn't mean I don't know you stayed up late because you're looking at girls in a magazine. You're disgusting Ron!" She hissed.

"Magazine?" Ron denied.

"Yes. The one with girls and their big boobies. Urgh. You make me cringe." Hermione said, rubbing her arms as if trying to remove some invisible dirt marks on her skin.

Well, shit.

"Where's Harry?" Ron asked trying to divert the conversation somewhere else. He won't deny having possessed the magazine. Arguing with Hermione is futile.

"Don't think your question drives me away from the issue Ron." Hermione said rolling her eyes. "He says he's sitting with Cho." She added pointing at their far right.

"Thank you Salazar."

At the mention of the name of the Slytherin founder, both Hermione and Ron looked to their left to see Draco Malfoy. The Slytherin prince.

Clad in the usual Hogwarts uniform, Hermione watched as Draco put on his black robes and his prefect badge. His wardrobe is very much like hers and Ron's except she was wearing skirt and Ron's looked like it needed ironing. He looked very much like the aristocrat that he is. Impossibly neat, refined, if it was ever used to describe the male species, and proud.

"What're you two looking at? Fancy what you're seeing mudblood?" He spat at them and directing a particular question at her. He apparently noticed her looking at him.

Even if she did fancy what she saw for a moment, she wasn't going to admit to it and give him more reason to gloat. His character can easily erase any positive thoughts she might have had of the Malfoy heir.

"I was wondering who turned up smelled like grass. I should have guessed it's you being the nasty snake that you are." She managed to respond. Hopefully she sounded spiteful enough.

"Whatever." Draco said as he took his seat where he usually situate himself with Blaise Zabini. He didn't need trivial things in the morning to add to the fact that she was right for saying he smelled like grass. Merlin could screw her for pointing it out.

In an irritated manner, he flipped open his potions book, barely hearing Granger say, "Ronald, you're spacing out." Like he cares.

"Not a good day?" Blaise grinned as he sat next to Draco on one of the couches in the Slytherin common room. "Speak for yourself. You got points deducted from our house for coming in late and making noise." Draco responded as he threw an apple in the air and caught it.

They barely made 15 points today when Blaise and Theo came into the classroom laughing their heads off and got 5 points deducted from them each. "Well you were supposed to earn them for us remember?" Blaise said cooly.

"Yeah, you're a prefect after all." Theo added as he caught the apple Draco threw in the air and took a bite at it. "What's that got to do with me earning points?" Draco said, obviously irate. One, because he can't for the life of him find logic in Theo's statement. And two, he didn't like that Theo snatched his apple in the air and ate it.

When no one spoke to satiate his curiosity, Draco shook his head in a minimum. "Who'd you think put those trees outside our window?" He asked.

"Maybe pothead and weasel." Theo responded with a snort. "Probably couldn't get over the fact that you're prefect or something." He added as he took another bite of Draco's apple.

What's it got to do with me being prefect? I f*cking deserve this shit more than anyone in Slytherin. The hell, prefects in other houses probably got chosen because there simply were no other choice.

Clearly the day isn't ending yet. He'd probably encounter a few more acts of stupidity that could last him a life time. That is if he'd last.

"Where are you going?" He heard Theo say as he started heading for the door. It seems the question's the only reasonable thing he'd hear from Theo today.

"Prefect duties." Draco responded plainly. Somehow, he wanted to curse himself for bothering to respond. It's not like he answers to anyone. At least not among the Slytherins.

"Screw prefect duties." Theo said. But he didn't want to hear the rest of it. Fortunately Blaise had the inkling that he was not particularly happy with the things happening today.

"Let him be." Blaise says as Draco closed the door behind him. "Tell me about something." He added looking at Theo meaningfully.

"What?" Theo asked defensively. Certainly, Blaise wasn't going to ask about what he was doing lately. Things which concerned a specific ginger haired girl by the name of Ginny Weasley.

Smile getting wider, Blaise leaned on the back of the couch. "You know what I mean. Amuse me." He said in a manner so confident, Theo felt he was on trial.

"I have nothing to tell." Theo said. He threw the core of the apple in the trash bin like a chaser would a quaffle. All the while wishing Blaise didn't notice how unnerved he was.

Pinching the bridge of her nose, Ginny Weasley stole a glance at her companion. She wanted to concentrate on her assignment but the Ravenclaw angel next to her seemed restless it bothered her.

"Luna, what in Godric's name are you doing?" She finally asked. Her friend looked at her blankly. Not because she was affected by much of the fact that her own assignment was missing but because she normally looks dreamily at nothing and everything.

Smiling nonchalantly, the girl with beautiful dirty blonde tresses that ran to her waist, responded. "I seem to have lost my assignment."

"Nargles probably." She added.

Nargles? Ginny thought whether she heard right. What in the world are nargles?

"Maybe you left it at the tower?" Ginny said trying to forget Luna just spoke about things probably only the dead men knew about.

"Doesn't matter. I'll just write them again." Luna said plainly. In her hand is a remembral. And it didn't turn any color of sorts to suggest she forgot anything.

Adjusting his tie of silver and green, Blaise Zabini looked sideways. From the Gryffindor table at the great hall, he can see a girl looking directly at him. Probably an instinctive act on his part, he was to put a scowl on his face to scare the Gryffindor but his supposed scowl turned to a look of confusion. She wasn't a Gryffindor at all. Instead of red, the hood of her robe was the color of blue.

Blaise rarely gets apprehensive especially when Slytherins are calculating by nature. But perhaps he's too calculating that he thinks something bad's going to happen. What can a mere Ravenclaw girl do to harm a Slytherin such as he?

Not far from him sat the stringy Slytherin who is also a part of the silver trio. Thodore Nott, commonly known as Theo by everyone, frowned at his food.

Bloody hell! Good job Theo. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

He intended to take Ginny Weasley's assignment only to return it to her. That is if he got the right rolls of parchment which he didn't. He's been trying to find a way to interract with the Gryffindor. A rarity for a Slytherin. Especially when the intention is to make friends.

Who the f*ck is Luna Lovegood?



April 2017

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