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"Next time you wanna get laid, find a girl that's not so buckets-of-crazy."
"What?" Draco wondered, staring at Zabini, causing him to roll his eyes and motion for Draco to sit down.
"Is it true?" Zabini asked, as Draco followed the instructions (for once in his life).
Draco looked at him, questioningly, the bags under his eyes dark.
"Is what true?" he asked, blankly, feeling slightly panicked, thinking Blaise knew about his... mission.
"The rumours?"
"The rumours?" Draco repeated, "What rumours?"
"...you don't know the rumours?"
Draco felt like hexing Zabini.
"Just tell me or I swear, I will hex you into the oblivion as painfully as possible. What. Are. The. Rumours."
Zabini's mouth twitched and Draco followed his gaze to a trio of girls giggling and pointing to Draco. When they saw him looking at them, they turned a shade of red or pink and looked away.
Draco turned on Zabini, angrily, "Tell me. What are they saying?!"
His friend coughed, and tapped his fingers on the table, as if wondering how to phrase something.
"Well... rumour is.. that you and Loony Lovegood..." Zabini started, a small smile on his face, obviously trying not to laugh now, at - probably - Draco's horrified expression.
"That we?" Draco questioned, startled.
"That you slept together," Zabini said, bluntly.
"WHAT?!" Draco practically screamed, jumping up.
Zabini couldn't help but chuckle. Oh, this was hilarious.
"I wouldn't - who would - what the - " Draco spluttered, very un-Malfoy life, "I - she - you - they- what?!"
He glared at Zabini, "Does the whole bloody school think that?!"
"I think so," Zabini guessed, "By the amount of people staring at you and talking... so it's definitely not true?"
"Of course it isn't!" Draco snapped, "Why in Merlin's name would I go with... her? With Loony Lovegood?"
He only got a shrug and the reply, "Ask the idiot who made it up."
"If I find out who that bloody idiot is, I will get hex them so badly that they will - " Draco ranted, completely outraged.
Zabini laughed, "Have fun, Malfoy."
He stood up and left the Great Hall, silently praying that Malfoy never found out it was him, or he would be a dead man because a Malfoy would never allow himself to humiliated so badly.
Back in the hall, Draco had stopped his rant, and realised he needed to send a very detailed letter to his parents before word got to them about the rumour.
His social life was over.
Wow... that was so hard to write... I couldn't think of anything...
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- Cassandra