The Magic Within
Title: The Magic Within
Author: elphie_7
Pairing: Arnold/Helga
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I neither own Hey Arnold nor make any money off this.
Song Prompt: "Accio Love" by The Ministry of Magic, ft. The Moaning Myrtles
Summary: Slytherin Helga starts to develop surprising feelings for Gryffindor Arnold.
Word Count: 1010
Location/Time Period: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; Third year
A/N: I wanted to do a silly crossover and this is what happened.
He smiles when she’s not looking
She daydreams when he’s not there
"Son of a Snitch," Helga mumbled under her breath as her Arithmancy and Transfiguration books tumbled out of her arms and onto the floor of the hallway. She was already late to her next class -- Muggle Studies, ugh! -- and would sooner marry Ron Weasley than try to explain to Professor Burbage why she hadn't been able to make it to class on time because she had been reprimanded by Professor McGonagall again after class. It wasn't her fault that Arnold was sitting directly in front of her; how could she not charm his hair to turn a different bright neon color every five minutes? It was so obnoxiously yellow to begin with, what's wrong with adding a little pink and green to the mix as well?
Helga flipped her green and silver school tie over her shoulder and bent down to retrieve her books. A pair of hands appeared before her and held out her Transfiguration book; attached to the hands were a pair of strong-looking arms below a smug smirk and two tufts of half-yellow, half-purple hair.
"What are you doing?" She demanded, roughly grabbing the book from Arnold and scooping up the other with her free hand. Standing back up, she made an impatient face and tapped her foot on the ground.
"Just helping, sheesh," Arnold responded. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "Shouldn't you be in class right now?"
"What are you, Filch's secret spy?" Now she was getting annoyed. Not only had he stuck around far longer than she wanted him too, now she was even more late to class. She started walking in the direction of Muggle Studies, hoping Arnold would take a hint. "I'm getting there!" She threw one last venomous glance behind her, only Arnold was already keeping stride right next to her. "What now?!"
"I'm late for Muggle Studies too," Arnold shrugged. Helga had forgotten that Gryffindors were in Muggle Studies with Slytherins this year. Professor Burbage knew better than to seat them too near one another, unlike Professor McGonagall; then again, save Professor Snape, no professor was quite as terrifying as McGonagall when it came to doling out the punishment to warring Houses.
Helga gave him a once over as he shoved his wand in his back pocket; his shirt was untucked beneath his grey sweater vest and his red and gold tie was crooked around his neck. She guessed Curly Gammelthorpe and Seamus Finnigan had been teaching him how to tie it, since she never saw either one of them with a proper knot at their throats. His pants were wrinkled and unkempt, but she noticed that he smelled of soap and freshly-cut hay. Rolling her eyes and wiping her mind of the thought, she picked up the pace and remained decidedly in furious indifference when he matched the quickened pace through the castle halls.
"Nice job on my hair, by the way," Arnold finally spoke three long minutes later. Helga saw him half-grinning from the corner of her eye, but kept looking forward as she pretended to adjust her books. "It took Professor McGonagall at least twenty minutes to figure it out and she still wasn't able to fix it completely."
"I would have thought you'd be pissed at me," Helga smiled. The tone of her voice reassured both of them that she neither knew nor cared if he was angry with her.
"You'd think so, but mostly I was just baffled as to how you did it," Arnold responded with a chuckle. They rounded a sudden corner and found themselves at the door to the Muggle Studies room. Through the small glass window in the door, Helga could see Professor Burbage demonstrating the use of a handheld vacuum cleaner on the drapes. Pansy Parkinson noticed her through the window and smirked at the empty seat next to her clearly meant for Helga, then frowned and looked personally offended when she noticed Arnold standing next to her. As Pansy pushed her books into the empty seat and scoffed in Helga's direction outside the classroom, Helga realized that she obviously could not enter the classroom now, lest she face sitting in the back row of the Gryffindor side of the room between the bumbling Neville Longbottom and the ever-so perfect Lila Sawyer.
Helga took a couple steps to the right and rested her back against the cool stone of the wall next to the classroom door. Arnold threw her one last glance and entered the classroom, closing the door behind him. She let out a frustrated sigh and sank to the ground. Mrs. Norris was bound to find her sooner or later, but for the time being she wanted to close her eyes and imagine resting her head in Draco Malfoy's lap. The cold stone behind her head melted away as her imagination took hold; her head was on something warm and soft. She smiled as she breathed in his scent and tried opening her eyes slowly so as not to disrupt her fantasy too easily. She pictured his soft blonde hair curling around his face as he bent his face over her and pressed his lips to hers. Through her eyelashes she could see his piercing green eyes close and his rather oddly oblong-shaped head disappear behind her own eyelids.
Helga snapped her eyes open and her vision vanished. That wasn't Draco, she thought. That wasn't Draco at all. Gathering the books she had let carelessly fall to the ground beside her, she stood straight up and ran toward the entrance to the Slytherin common room, Muggle Studies be damned. She hadn't just been daydreaming about Arnold, had she?
In her haste to rid her mind of her greatest nightmare, Helga didn't notice Arnold through the little window on the door to the classroom. She didn't notice him open his book and pretend to follow along as Gerald Johanssen whispered something in his direction. And she certainly didn't notice him watching her take off down the hallway, a sheepish and affectionate smile spreading across his face.
Author: elphie_7
Pairing: Arnold/Helga
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I neither own Hey Arnold nor make any money off this.
Song Prompt: "Accio Love" by The Ministry of Magic, ft. The Moaning Myrtles
Summary: Slytherin Helga starts to develop surprising feelings for Gryffindor Arnold.
Word Count: 1010
Location/Time Period: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; Third year
A/N: I wanted to do a silly crossover and this is what happened.
He smiles when she’s not looking
She daydreams when he’s not there
"Son of a Snitch," Helga mumbled under her breath as her Arithmancy and Transfiguration books tumbled out of her arms and onto the floor of the hallway. She was already late to her next class -- Muggle Studies, ugh! -- and would sooner marry Ron Weasley than try to explain to Professor Burbage why she hadn't been able to make it to class on time because she had been reprimanded by Professor McGonagall again after class. It wasn't her fault that Arnold was sitting directly in front of her; how could she not charm his hair to turn a different bright neon color every five minutes? It was so obnoxiously yellow to begin with, what's wrong with adding a little pink and green to the mix as well?
Helga flipped her green and silver school tie over her shoulder and bent down to retrieve her books. A pair of hands appeared before her and held out her Transfiguration book; attached to the hands were a pair of strong-looking arms below a smug smirk and two tufts of half-yellow, half-purple hair.
"What are you doing?" She demanded, roughly grabbing the book from Arnold and scooping up the other with her free hand. Standing back up, she made an impatient face and tapped her foot on the ground.
"Just helping, sheesh," Arnold responded. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "Shouldn't you be in class right now?"
"What are you, Filch's secret spy?" Now she was getting annoyed. Not only had he stuck around far longer than she wanted him too, now she was even more late to class. She started walking in the direction of Muggle Studies, hoping Arnold would take a hint. "I'm getting there!" She threw one last venomous glance behind her, only Arnold was already keeping stride right next to her. "What now?!"
"I'm late for Muggle Studies too," Arnold shrugged. Helga had forgotten that Gryffindors were in Muggle Studies with Slytherins this year. Professor Burbage knew better than to seat them too near one another, unlike Professor McGonagall; then again, save Professor Snape, no professor was quite as terrifying as McGonagall when it came to doling out the punishment to warring Houses.
Helga gave him a once over as he shoved his wand in his back pocket; his shirt was untucked beneath his grey sweater vest and his red and gold tie was crooked around his neck. She guessed Curly Gammelthorpe and Seamus Finnigan had been teaching him how to tie it, since she never saw either one of them with a proper knot at their throats. His pants were wrinkled and unkempt, but she noticed that he smelled of soap and freshly-cut hay. Rolling her eyes and wiping her mind of the thought, she picked up the pace and remained decidedly in furious indifference when he matched the quickened pace through the castle halls.
"Nice job on my hair, by the way," Arnold finally spoke three long minutes later. Helga saw him half-grinning from the corner of her eye, but kept looking forward as she pretended to adjust her books. "It took Professor McGonagall at least twenty minutes to figure it out and she still wasn't able to fix it completely."
"I would have thought you'd be pissed at me," Helga smiled. The tone of her voice reassured both of them that she neither knew nor cared if he was angry with her.
"You'd think so, but mostly I was just baffled as to how you did it," Arnold responded with a chuckle. They rounded a sudden corner and found themselves at the door to the Muggle Studies room. Through the small glass window in the door, Helga could see Professor Burbage demonstrating the use of a handheld vacuum cleaner on the drapes. Pansy Parkinson noticed her through the window and smirked at the empty seat next to her clearly meant for Helga, then frowned and looked personally offended when she noticed Arnold standing next to her. As Pansy pushed her books into the empty seat and scoffed in Helga's direction outside the classroom, Helga realized that she obviously could not enter the classroom now, lest she face sitting in the back row of the Gryffindor side of the room between the bumbling Neville Longbottom and the ever-so perfect Lila Sawyer.
Helga took a couple steps to the right and rested her back against the cool stone of the wall next to the classroom door. Arnold threw her one last glance and entered the classroom, closing the door behind him. She let out a frustrated sigh and sank to the ground. Mrs. Norris was bound to find her sooner or later, but for the time being she wanted to close her eyes and imagine resting her head in Draco Malfoy's lap. The cold stone behind her head melted away as her imagination took hold; her head was on something warm and soft. She smiled as she breathed in his scent and tried opening her eyes slowly so as not to disrupt her fantasy too easily. She pictured his soft blonde hair curling around his face as he bent his face over her and pressed his lips to hers. Through her eyelashes she could see his piercing green eyes close and his rather oddly oblong-shaped head disappear behind her own eyelids.
Helga snapped her eyes open and her vision vanished. That wasn't Draco, she thought. That wasn't Draco at all. Gathering the books she had let carelessly fall to the ground beside her, she stood straight up and ran toward the entrance to the Slytherin common room, Muggle Studies be damned. She hadn't just been daydreaming about Arnold, had she?
In her haste to rid her mind of her greatest nightmare, Helga didn't notice Arnold through the little window on the door to the classroom. She didn't notice him open his book and pretend to follow along as Gerald Johanssen whispered something in his direction. And she certainly didn't notice him watching her take off down the hallway, a sheepish and affectionate smile spreading across his face.