Okay, beginnings, beginnings, beginnings. How do you begin when one thing
shouldn't ever start? Fine. If I must go on then I have no choice. Here we
go – but remember, every beginning has an ending or there is to purpose for
a beginning.
It was a late afternoon in the beginning of May and Draco Malfoy retorted to going to the library for an answer of a question. A question so devious even the dark lord would resent asking it. How did gay males have sex? ((There! I said it. No more devious questions, please.))
Anyways..
Draco Malfoy retorted to the library to figure out just that. He headed to the Muggle section of the library and started throwing a mad amount of books onto a cart, he had found one labeled – Human sexuality – part 506. It was the 506th one on a row and all of them were written by the same author : Alice Wicklebee. The lady must've had more free time than an unwanted rodent. He casually snatched that one and ran off to a table in the back of the room.
"Hmmm.. Male organs." He looked through the book until he found a label called Homosexual sexual contact.
WAIT!
He heard a shuffling of pages from behind him and a mousy girl's voice, but who would be all the way back here? Oh yeah..someone who didn't want to be disturbed, somebody who wanted more study time, someone like Hermione Granger. That damn jumped up mud-blood could never mind her own business and now she was whistling a catchy tune from the Weird Sisters album. Must she? He quickly grabbed a book on Paranoia and covered the book about Human Sexuality. Hermione's eyes fell straight onto the book, she almost looked joyful. Nitwit.
"Granger. What are you doing back here? And why are you humming?" he glared at her with piercing eyes.
"I'm studying – and I do have a right to hum." She sighed. "What are you doing here?" she read the title – Paranoia in your blood. "Studying paranoia are we?" she hmmmed a moment or two.
"Yes. Do you have a problem with that?" he wanted to chuck the book at her and make her bleed. Mwahhaha. But no, he couldn't.
"That book does look a little large, may I look at it?" she asked as she attempted to grab it.
"NO!" he didn't dare to slap her hand away since she was a girl. She had already pulled the book out of his hands and had read the title of the Human sexuality book. Grrrr.
"What are you doing with that book Malfoy?" she demanded.
Sweat. Drip. Die.
"I – er. Don't tell anybody but I'm doing a report in muggle studies about human sexuality in the muggle world. That's why I had the paranoia book covering it."
"I mean it mud-blood or I'll curse you and your muggleborn family." He pulled out his wand threateningly.
"Malfoy, you couldn't hurt a fly." She turned on her heel and sped off. She had better things to do then listen to this ramble-jamble from this poor diluted child.
She stopped before she headed out the door. Professor Talavob wouldn't dare assign an assignment on that topic. What was this really about? Well, she was about to find out.
It was a late afternoon in the beginning of May and Draco Malfoy retorted to going to the library for an answer of a question. A question so devious even the dark lord would resent asking it. How did gay males have sex? ((There! I said it. No more devious questions, please.))
Anyways..
Draco Malfoy retorted to the library to figure out just that. He headed to the Muggle section of the library and started throwing a mad amount of books onto a cart, he had found one labeled – Human sexuality – part 506. It was the 506th one on a row and all of them were written by the same author : Alice Wicklebee. The lady must've had more free time than an unwanted rodent. He casually snatched that one and ran off to a table in the back of the room.
"Hmmm.. Male organs." He looked through the book until he found a label called Homosexual sexual contact.
WAIT!
He heard a shuffling of pages from behind him and a mousy girl's voice, but who would be all the way back here? Oh yeah..someone who didn't want to be disturbed, somebody who wanted more study time, someone like Hermione Granger. That damn jumped up mud-blood could never mind her own business and now she was whistling a catchy tune from the Weird Sisters album. Must she? He quickly grabbed a book on Paranoia and covered the book about Human Sexuality. Hermione's eyes fell straight onto the book, she almost looked joyful. Nitwit.
"Granger. What are you doing back here? And why are you humming?" he glared at her with piercing eyes.
"I'm studying – and I do have a right to hum." She sighed. "What are you doing here?" she read the title – Paranoia in your blood. "Studying paranoia are we?" she hmmmed a moment or two.
"Yes. Do you have a problem with that?" he wanted to chuck the book at her and make her bleed. Mwahhaha. But no, he couldn't.
"That book does look a little large, may I look at it?" she asked as she attempted to grab it.
"NO!" he didn't dare to slap her hand away since she was a girl. She had already pulled the book out of his hands and had read the title of the Human sexuality book. Grrrr.
"What are you doing with that book Malfoy?" she demanded.
Sweat. Drip. Die.
"I – er. Don't tell anybody but I'm doing a report in muggle studies about human sexuality in the muggle world. That's why I had the paranoia book covering it."
"I mean it mud-blood or I'll curse you and your muggleborn family." He pulled out his wand threateningly.
"Malfoy, you couldn't hurt a fly." She turned on her heel and sped off. She had better things to do then listen to this ramble-jamble from this poor diluted child.
She stopped before she headed out the door. Professor Talavob wouldn't dare assign an assignment on that topic. What was this really about? Well, she was about to find out.