A Changed World: Part 3

Malfoy was a jock. Naturally, he was extremely popular and athletic, not to mention good-looking. All the girls wanted him. There were even guys! Or so he thought. He came swaggering into Potions, acting like the rich, popular, egotistical you-know-I'm-hot guy he was. Too bad ol' Sluggy didn't think so. Pshh, who cares about what an old walrus of a man thinks? Mommy said it didn't matter. Mommy was going to give him 100 Pokemon cards if he didn't get a detention for a week. For as you see, Draco Blair Malfoy was a momma's boy. He loved Pokemon, 'dude that show's addictive,' he thought. Still, it helped that he was the Seeker on the House quidditch team. He could have anything he wanted. He would be extremely content if that old poopie head was dead! God, why can't he just beat the living shit out of him? Because mommy said not to. Too bad, he would have loved to test his Beater skills on him.

After class, he saw Pansy Parkinson with her group of friends. "Hey there, baby" he said, winking flirtatiously. Pansy in turn said, "Looking good, iron-tush" She tried to give him a kiss but failed either because he was too tall, or she was too short. Right then, Blaise Zambini came up and slowly blinked his eyes, and said, "Hey there, hot stuff wanna come up to my dorm? I have the chose you wanted to see." "All right!" said Pansy, clearly revved up to see this chose. 'Damn that Zambini! Always the ladies man, ain't he? Heh, I'ma just Avada him and make him unable to play Quidditch forever!' In Malfoy's mind, this was a brilliant idea. But alack, alack, the jocks never have enough gray matter in their heads. That's why they're jocks, after all. All they can do is smash things with their head and have big muscles. Sadly, all this head-bashing causes them to lose even more brain matter.

Anyway, Draco was sulking around the corridor. It was his free period, and Draco had nothing to do. Where were Crabbe and Goyle when you needed them? Sheesh, he thought. Draco came upon some glitzy looking 5th year Slytherin girls, and decided to flirt around for a while.

"Hey, Is it that cold out or are you just smuggling tic-tac's?" (Draco has no idea what he is saying, but has heard his dad say it to his secretary)

"Um, okay. giggle" I can't believe a seventh year is talking to me!!!! Hold it, this is DRACO MALFOY!!! OMG. but what the hell did he just say? the blond one thought.

"And what's your name beautiful?"

"My name's Ally Ham-"

"MY name's DeeDee Parker. You know, bottle blonds never have all the fun. I'm definately more interesting and prettyful" DeeDee smirked and flipped her hair. Draco smirked and flexed his muscles. Ally heard this and got extremely fluffed up. She didn't really know what it meant, but knew that it meant to put her down.

"Well fine DeeDee! At least-" "Let's go and do something fun, DeeDee." Draco cut her speech. DeeDee giggled and she and Draco went away, leaving poor, bottle-blond Ally in her own lonely company.

Draco and DeeDee alone.--

"You want me to flex my muscles for you and grunt around in my Quidditch-Speedo?" Draco offered.

"Sure. Hey did you know that both our names start with a D?"

"huh? My brain hurts if I think too much. Mommy said I shouldn't."

"You're sooo cool Drakie. You play Quidditch, you're in 7th year, AND you're Draco Malfoy!!"

"Uhh, thats 4 things right? How can I be cool if I'm only four things? NO! It's impossible!!!!"

"Um Drakie-Poo, that was three."

"Oh well, I'm bored. I want...GINNY WEASLY!! Boy is she a hottt blood-traitor. Go away DeeDee, I don't like you anymore." With that smooth exit line, Draco Malfoy detached himself from the despairing 5th year, and walked towards Gryffindor Tower. When he got there, he waited infront of the Pink Lady Portrait, devising a plan of how to catch Ginny Weasley and make her his bride. Because that happens all the time in Pokemon, right?