CHAPTER ONE: LOVE TRIANGLE
It was a cold winter's night, rain lashing the windows of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, creating howling noises through cracks in the woodwork. Dumbledore sat in the Great Hall, looking ridiculously regal with treacle tart in his beard. Draco Malfoy sat at the Slytherine table, drooling over the new girl, Stephanie, who was flirting with the 17 year old Gryffindor Quiddich captain, Dean Winn. He remembered a previous summer fling, which resulted in him having a glass of butter beer in his face. He blamed it all on Stephanie – she didn't want to go on anymore. She was happy the way they were. He regretted his last words. "A good scre- -" before she threw it at him. He had a black eye for weeks, too. Bloody women!
Harry entered the dungeons earlier than usual. As he rounded the corner, he almost walked into an infatuated Draco staring dumfoundedly at Stephanie and Dean playing tonsil hockey. Claire strode in, quickly nipping Harry on the arse before sliding into her seat. She flashed a smile and Harry blushed. Draco glanced over at Harry with a sneer, Ron and Hermione slipped in as Snape strode into the dungeons. The door clanged shut and Snape whipped around, hair in his face. As Snape was carefully removing it with his pinkie finger, Ron sniggered.
"I bet he uses conditioner in his hair! Hairspray too!" he smirked.
"Ssh" Muttered Hermione. "He'll hear you."
Ron turned to the front of the class, muttering darkly. He couldn't wait until the end of class!
An hour later a bewildered Harry and the rest of the bored class came walking hypnotically out of the dungeons. Harry was clutching a piece of parchment, glancing every so often at Claire, who had a hint of a smirk on her face. Ron kept glancing at Harry, who in turn jabbed him in the ribs with his elbow. They reached the Fat Lady, Hermione long gone to the library.
"Password?" she drawled, half closing her eyes making her look drunk. (Mind you there was a shot glass and a bottle of rum crudely hidden in the bushes behind her.)
"Lil' Dean Rapers."
The Fat Lady sighed and swung open, revealing the Gryffindor Common Room.
"Tell me what it says!" said Ron, hopping from foot to foot like an exited schoolchild. Neville came striding in, and cast an interested ear. Harry muttered something unrecognizable and handed the parchment to Ron. Ron opened it and read. He handed the parchment back to Harry before collapsing into a fit of laughter.
"Love...you!" he gasped in between breaths. Harry sat down on the nearest armchair continuously glowering at Ron.
Malfoy sat in the library, pulling the feathers of his quill apart. Crabbe and Goyle were in the Great Hall, fighting over the last pink cupcake, so he was left in peace to continue drooling over Steph. Unknown to him, she had become aware of this through the week, and acted more flirtatiously than ever. He was trying to concentrate on her, but a nagging voice at the back of his head told him he should be going on with his potions homework. He slammed the book down, and in turn, received a clip to the air from the library lady. She had become increasingly difficult - no-one could be quiet in her library, and she was becoming depressed – and drunk. Malfoy bent his head, listening to Stephanie's voice. He imagined his lips on those, his eyes melting into hers, his hands traveling up her... The thump of a chair brought him back to his senses. Crabbe sat down beside him, his pug nose heavily bleeding.
"Where's Goyle?" asked Malfoy.
"Oh, he stole the cupcake out of my mouth so I threw him from the second floor window." He replied. Malfoy rolled his eyes and fiddled with his featherless quill. Crabbe glanced at him and shrugged before making an exit. Malfoy looked over a Steph, willing his imagination to pick up from 'his hands' before he realised Dean had left Steph, and she sat by herself, unaware the library students had been filtering out. He picked up his books and dumped them on the table next to Steph, ducking a poorly aimed blow and sat himself next to her. She stopped writing and looked at him. He flashed her a smile.
"Sleep with me." He said.
"No." she said with trepidation.
"Yes." He said bluntly.
"No." she replied in the same flat tone, writing again. This went on for quite some time until she threw down her pen.
"Later!" she said, exasperated. He stopped in his tracks and openly gaped at her, his mouth hanging open. She reached over and closed his mouth with one finger. He stood up, and quickly pecked her on the cheek, received a slap to the face and left, his cheek stinging.