A/N: Hey! New story, again! I keep coming up with ideas! I'm going to try and start up with 'Alexis Perez' and 'Green Eyed'. Please review! I really want to know what people think of my writing! Thank you for reading! And if you can, help me with a title! I really can't think of titles to save my life!
"AHHH! WAKE-UP! HAHA!"
A girl with dark brunette hair and bright green eyes burst into the room and began jumping up and down on a bed, the occupant of the bed trying to keep the covers over their head.
"WAKE-UP! WAKE-UP! IT'S THE LAST DAY! WAKE-UP!" She had now grabbed the pillow from the person hiding in the covers, and was beating them with it.
"GET UP! COME ON! WE HAVE SO MUCH TO DO! GET UP! GET UP!" She giggled and continued to wallop the inhabitant of the bed and jump on the bed.
"GET UP! GET UP! GET UP!"
"Okay! Okay! Stop! STOP ALREADY!" The boys' blonde hair was peaking out of the green bedspread. The girl whacked him with the pillow one last time and sat on the bed. Some of the other boys in the dormitory looked groggily out through their curtains.
"Why do you do this to me?" The boy mumbled, still hidden under the covers.
"You know you like it!" The girl smiled at the lump in the bedspread.
"…What time is it, anyway?" The lump shifted.
"Six thirty a.m." She laid back onto the foot of the bed. The lad suddenly ripped the covers off himself making the girl cringe.
"WHAT?! Why the hell are you waking me up this early? I don't even get up tell seven thirty and that's when we do have class!" He was quite livid.
"Well, I woke up at like five and I didn't think you wanted to be awoken then so I waited. I was gonna wait tell seven, but I just got so bored and restless and I had already packed all my things, so I decided to come and give you a wake-up call." She grinned innocently.
"You know that smile doesn't work on me." He rubbed his eyes. She stuck her tongue out at him.
"Well, you're up now. So let's go do something!" She sat up excitedly. He just gave her a bad look, but got up anyway.
"That's my Draco!" She clapped her hands together. He glared at her.
The girl was Jezebel Zavelie, a pureblood sixth year Slytherin at Hogwarts. She was remarkably beautiful, and she knew it, and she used it to get every advantage that she could. She came from a rich, and no doubt stuck-up, family that was very good friends with the Malfoy's. Like the Malfoy's, her family, including her, believed that purebloods were above all others. She kept mostly with the Slytherin group, with the exception of a mere hand full of others. She and Draco had been friends since they were born; they were best friends, even if Draco wouldn't admit that that was what they were. Jezebel had always liked Draco more than a friend, but she would never ever tell him, or anyone else for that matter.
"You waiting for a show?" He raised his eyebrow.
"What?" She stared at him, "OHH! No! Gross!" She turned around, blushing, and looked out the window. He glared again and began changing.
The two Slytherins walked out of the vast doors of the great castle. The sun was already bright, although it was still a bit chilly. The air was sweet with the scent of flowers and grass. Birds were chirping happily, dashing through the air.
Jezebel linked arms with Draco and took a deep breath. "Mmmm, doesn't it smell so good?" She gazed out to the lake.
"Yeah, smells wonderful." Draco said shortly. Jezebel rolled her eyes.
"You're so difficult. Can't you just enjoy something? It's not like anyone is going to hear you anyway, we are the only ones that are probably awake." She led Draco out to the lake.
"We are the only ones up because you're crazy." He grinned. Jezebel just shrugged.
"Why don't you just try it?" She threw a rock out towards the Giant Squid who was speeding through the water.
"Try what?" Draco picked up a rock and threw it.
"Try enjoying the little things, like the good smelling air or all the pretty flowers?" She looked intently at him.
"You sound like a pansy little Gryffindor." Draco threw another rock.
"Pllleasse" She gave him her 'puppy eyes'.
"Don't give me that look Zavelie." He glanced at her and threw another stone. She continued to give him the look.
"Pllleasse Draco? Just for me, just this one time?" She pouted her lip. He looked at her and back to the lake, and then back to her.
"Damnit. Fine." He glared at her, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. She looked at him keenly.
"So..?" She smiled.
"Smells nice." He opened his eyes.
"How do I know you actually mean it and you're not just pretending?" She put her hands on her hips.
"You don't." He smirked. Oh how she loved that smirk, and yet hated it at the same time. She was a sucker for the bad boys, the boys who think that they are the best thing to ever happen and that they should be worshipped. And at the same time, she despised them, arrogant prats.
After about ten minutes of seeing who could throw the furthest (Draco won, "Cheating bastard.") they headed up back to the castle.
"You know what we should do?" Jezebel had linked arms with Draco again.
"What?"
"We should start a food fight." She giggled.
"A food fight?" He looked at her curiously.
"Yeah, you know, throw food at other people-" She was interrupted by Draco.
"I know what a food fight is. But, why?" He brought his gaze back to the walkway.
"It would be fun! Getting all messy and pelting Gryffindors with rolls and mash potatoes." She stared dreamily at the castle, picturing it in her mind.
"You are a strange one Zavelie. But, it's not a bad plan. There's never been one before…and it would be the perfect time to nail that Potter and his friends Mudblood and Weasel." He was now also picturing the fight.
"And I'm sure Dumbledore would find it funny! So, 'no harm done', really." She smirked at the blonde.
"Hmm, it just might work. How about at breakfast today, then?"
"Perfect." She beamed at him.
They made their way back to the Slytherin common room, stopping and antagonizing a first years along the way and making a pit stop to chase Ms. Norris. They arrived around seven thirty; most Slytherins were just getting up. Jezebel sat on a green, over-stuffed couch while Draco went up to his dorm to wake up his cronies. He came back down, with them trailing him, and sat down on the couch next to Jezebel.
"You want to play a game, Malfoy?" She bit her lip, something she did to get just about anything she wanted. She did it so much that most of the time it was involuntary. He loved when she did it; she looked so sexy when she did it.
"Depends what kind of game it is, Zavelie." He put his feet up on the table.
"It's called Bloody Knuckles." She examined her newly manicured nails.
"Bloody Knuckles, eh? How do you play?"
"Well, you make a fist, and then take turns punching each others knuckles tell on of us bleeds or says stop. Or we could play Tennis, which is where we put ours hands together and take turns slapping each other." She gazed up from her nails.
"Let's start with Tennis; I don't think you would last one punch." He smirked. She rolled her eyes.
"Okay, here, give me your hand," she took his hand, "I'll slap first and then you slap harder and then I slap harder until you start crying." She grinned impishly at him.
"I doubt I will be the one crying." He leered at her. She looked into his eyes and...
SLAP.
Draco winced a little.
SLLAPP.
The back of her hand went instantly red.
SLAP.
Draco's hand was now red also. The slapping and wincing went on for more than five minutes. Their hands were bright red and burning. Neither of them wanted to lose. Crabbe and Goyle watched dumbly as the competition continued.
"What in bloody hell are you two doing?" A tall black boy walked into the commons, Blaise Zabini.
"We're playing Tennis, Zabini." Jezebel said as she slapped Draco's hand again.
"Why?" He sat down on the chair across from them.
"We were bored. Do you mind? You're distracting me." She said as she winced.
"Well, breakfast is about to start. I guess I'll just see you two down there…Have fun." He got up and left the dungeon. Neither Draco nor Jezebel said good-bye. Following another five minutes of slapping another Slytherin interrupted, this time Pansy Parkinson, a pug-faced girl who was in love with Draco and absolutely loathed Jezebel.
"Drakie!" She screeched as she walked to the couch.
"Oh…hi Jezebel." She glared at her. Jezebel didn't say anything and continued staring at Draco.
"Drakie, what are you doing?" She looked at his red hand, "What is she doing to you? You look hurt!" She looked at Draco.
"Zavelie, you look like you're in pain. Are you ready to stop?" He smirked. He was right of course, she was in pain her hands were burning and felt raw, but so were his.
"I'm fine, thank you very much, Malfoy. But you aren't looking to good, ready to cry to Parkinson?" She gave a quirky half smile. He just sneered along with Pansy.
"Aren't you hungry? Why don't you give up and go get me some toast." He said as he slapped her hand.
"How 'bout you shove that piece of toast up I-" She was interrupted.
"What are you two doing?" Professor Snape came up to them, "holding hands?" They immediately let go of each others hands.
"NO!" They shouted in unison.
"We are playing a muggle game I learned during last summer." Jezebel spoke up and rubbed her painful hand.
"Muggle game?" He looked at her, eyebrow cocked.
"Yes. Well, see what you do is-" She started to explain, but the professor interrupted again.
"I do not need to know the details of your juvenile game, Ms. Zavelie. I advise you three make your way down to breakfast at once." With that he marched out of the common room, his robes billowing behind him.
"Damn, it was only a matter of a few more slaps and you would have cried." Jezebel said as she stood up.
"Is that so, Zavelie?" He stood up and got in her face.
"Yes, yes it is Malfoy. I can tell when your about to crack." She gave a playful half-smile and walked out of the commons, leaving Draco and Pansy alone.
"That girl." He said under his breath.
Draco came back to his senses and realized he was stuck with Pansy, alone.
"Now I have you all to myself, Drakie." She moved closer to him.
"No, no you don't. And stop calling me Drakie! I hate that awful name." He walked past her and headed towards the Great Hall.
"Drakie!" Pansy stood in the common room, now completely alone, "DRAKIE!" She looked around the abandoned room and ran after her crush.
"DRAKIE! Wait for me!" Her voice echoed through the dungeon.
A/N: Thank you for reading! I hope you liked it! PLEASE review! I will return the review!