Hi! So this is the second chapter. :) I am really sorry I got this to you guys late, but for the past two weeks, I have been everywhere; packing, at a friends', and a fortnight ago, when I came back, MY PC CRASHED DERMIT. I was going crazy and then recently I got a bunch of Harry Potter crap :) but anyway, I'm back. Sorry for the huge delay. And another thing, I'm pretty sure I didn't say so yet, but I'm going to be out of the country for about four weeks and I'm not sure if I can get in chapters in China. I'll definetly try though! Anyways, enjoy! Please drop a review :)
"What?" Katy gasped. "Draco Malfoy? That eez Draco Malfoy?" Malfoy smirked and I closed her eyes tiredly. Merlin save me, I thought in disgust.
"Yeah," Ferret replied. "It's me." Silence fell over the group, and then in a sudden burst, everyone was rushing for the door where Malfoy was standing.
Except for yours truly.
For Merlin's sake, they're lining up to get hugs!
I backed away in disgust, settling back at my desk to clean everything. The room echoed the girls' squeals as they asked him questions and gave him hugs. Ugh, the pure ferret-ness radiated off the scum of a man. How could they be so blind?
"You're… you're a Patil, right? Padma?" I heard Malfoy guess. One of the Patil twins giggled. Euh. Morgana, drop a spew bag.
"Hey, you," he called to me. "The Granger Mudblood, right?" All the girls laughed around him.
"Yes, Prince Ferret?" I replied.
"You're not going to come over and give the Minister's boy a hug? My hugs aren't always free, you know."
"If you want a nice kick in the crotch I'll gladly come over there."
"Is she always like this?" He muttered to one of the girls.
"Ever since she broke up-," Parvati started.
"-With that Ronald," Padma finished. Malfoy gave a snort.
"Huh. Should've known," he muttered. I rolled my eyes but didn't speak. I heard a clap and someone move behind me.
"Anyways," Draco stated importantly. "I did not come to chat. I have business to do, so everyone, please gather round." I reluctantly stood and walked over, standing by Katy.
"Now," Draco started. "Some things I say might make you extremely ecstatic and don't be afraid to scream out or jump around…"
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"WHAT?" All the witches but me screamed. Merlin, bless me, am I glad I took three steps away from the other witches.
"," Katy squeaked, bouncing up and down.
"Are you really serious? You will be working wit' us?" Lucy practically shrieked at the ferret.
"You must be-," Padma gasped.
"-Joking!" Parvati exclaimed.
"Yes, I'll be working with you bunch," Malfoy winked. "Only for a little bit though; my father wanted me to."
I pinched the bridge of my nose.
"We already have a remarkable president at this LoveWizards branch, Malfoy, thanks. Why don't you work somewhere else?" I said, gritting my teeth. The ferret gave a sly grin then walked over so he was a foot away from me.
"Why, Granger, I came here to work with you, of course," He replied sweetly. I made a sound of disgust.
"You think I believe your lies, High Ferret Prince? That I will come running and say 'Oh that was so incredibly sweet, Drakey-poo'? Get over yourself, Malfoy," I scoffed. He stepped closer, livid.
"You have no right to call me 'Drakey' either, Mudblood. You think you're so high and mighty then?" Malfoy growled menacingly.
"I wonder how you got all of those… those bimbos to follow you around; you're just an arrogant bastard who thinks with his dick!" I almost screamed. Subconsciously, we were closing in on each other slowly as we exchanged insults.
"Death Eater!"
"Bookworm!"
"Mama's boy!"
"Muggle freak!"
"Brash prick!"
We were panting, our noses inches apart, but I didn't care; I was too enraged to care. Malfoy had a smirk on his face. I balled up my hands and he sneered.
"Ugly Mudblood biiiiiiiitch!" He all but yelled. My fisted hands loosened, shock coursing through my body.
Son…
Son…
SONOFABASTARD. Malfoy whipped round so he was facing the others.
"Anyways," he said. "I didn't come here to insult your Muggle receptionist."
"Actually, Malfoy-,"
"In a month or so, we will be having a matchmaking party," he announced, ignoring me. "I want all of you there and participate. Talk, flirt, whatever."
"Oh yeah," Ferret smirked. "Hey Mudblood!" He walked back over to me and mussed my short hair.
"Try to look half decent, eh? I don't want you to scare any of our guests," he said with an evil grin on his stupid, ferret-y face. Every witch but me burst out laughing.
"Think you're funny, Malfoy?" I snarled. His smirk widened at my anger.
"'Ndeed," he replied smugly. My eyes narrowed.
"Then I'll make you a bet," I stated confidently. "If you think I look horrid and 'less than decent' at that party, you can have your way with me." Malfoy raised a brow.
"Done."
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I twirled the phone line nervously, wondering what Ginny would do when she heard her "telly-phone" ring.
"Er, is there someone there?" I heard Ginny say into the phone.
"Ginny. It's Hermione," I said through the mouthpiece.
"Oh! Hey, it's been a while! Blimey, Hermione, how did you manage to use this thing?" Ginny made an exasperated sound and there was crackling and a faint 'zing' on her side of the line. It made me feel slightly girly that I called her. I had not used my phone to call the Weasleys' number in quite a while.
"Um, is everything alright, Gin? You didn't… mess up the phone, right?" I asked cautiously as I heard loud bangs.
"No, no, it's alright; Ron and George are over and- Damn it, George, what are you-? Wait a moment, you're tapping into-?" Ginny was shrieking and I had to hold the phone a foot away. The shrieks stopped and I put the phone back to my ear carefully.
"…can't hear Hermione. Don't know if she's still there," Ginny muttered. "And it's your fault George Angelo Weasley."
"My fault? No one could stand shrieking like that! Except for Mum, of course," came a gruff reply.
"I'm still here," I said in mild irritation. "But I need to talk to you, Ginny."
"Hi, Hermione!" George exclaimed cheerily.
"George. Off the telly," Ginny growled. There was a quiet click and Ginny confirmed George gone.
"Sorry, 'Mione. So what's up?"
"LoveWizards, Malfoy, a matchmaking party, and a bet. Any of this making sense?"
"… Ice cream parlor in Diagon Alley. You have ten minutes."
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I Apparated to the Leaky Cauldron, bumping right into Ginny when I landed out front. She looked extremely suspicious with a roll of parchment containing words like "Madam Beauté" and "Vision Magic".
"You're finally here!" Ginny shrieked. I flinched away from her.
"Yeah. I am. Calm it down, Ginny," I said irritably. Ginny brought the roll of parchment to her face.
"Hm… I think first I want to take you to Vision Magic…" she murmured. "Then, I guess we could go to Witch Queen's Closet… but we'll have to get the fragrance from somewhere Muggle. Do you think-?"
"Ginerva Weasley!" I hissed.
"Hermione Granger!" She mimicked. I ripped the parchment out of her hands.
"Incendio!" I screamed at the parchment, which burst into flames. Strangely enough, Ginny did not stop me, but pulled forth something in her small handbag.
"This one's fireproof," she warned, waving yet another parchment in my face. "Come on, we haven't got all the time in the world!" Ginny pulled my hand and we Apparated away. As I was pulled into the tight vortex of Apparition, I wonder vaguely what I had gotten myself into.