"Er...Draco?"
"What the fuck is this?!", Draco cried to a confused Crabbe and Goyle.
Pansy snorted, and gestured to the large paper covered in green and silver confetti.
"It's a sign."
Draco growled at her. "Well, no shit. I mean, what's on the sign."
Pansy leaned forward, and read aloud:
"Slytherin:
1. We aren't all evil... yeah, we are.
2. Cunning and Ambition: Slytherin.
3. Go ahead, be a little naughty.
4. Slytherin: We have chained boys in the dungeons.
5. Slytherin: Because our common room is underwater (and that's cool).
6. It's not that we aren't better than you (except it totally is).
7. Why be normal? Or good?
8. We're future Death Eaters. Deal with it.
9. Slytherin means never having to say you're sorry.
10. Seriously evil wizard coming through.
11. I'm dishonest, and a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest.
12. Slytherins do it on Snape's desk.
13. Voldemort needs prison bitches.
14. Because real friends help you Incendio the bodies.
15. Property of the Half-Blood Prince.
16. We're only wearing black until something darker comes along.
17. Don't hate us because we're beautiful, hate us because we kick your ass at everything.
18. Never wound what can kill you."
She looked at Draco.
"I don't see a problem. This pretty much sums us up."
Draco stared at her in disbelief as she sat on the couch.
"I bet Potter did this.", he growled.
Pansy rolled her eyes. "No, darling."
She gestured at Draco's body. "Potter did that."
"Shut up, Pansy!", he snapped, cheeks tinged pink. "He did no such thing! I wouldn't let him anywhere near-"
"Oh, Harry...", Pansy moaned, closing her eyes. "Please, Harry, right there..."
Pansy gave a fake snore, imitating a sleeping Draco.
"Alright! Alright!", he glared at a smirking Pansy.
"So I lust for Potter...sort of...anyway, I still hate him! And he did this, because, because-"
"You hate him?", she grinned.
"Exactly!"
Taking Draco by the wrist, she began striding to the Great Hall for breakfeast, Crabbe and Goyle stumbling behind.
