AN: Thanks to my one ginger friend for the French translation. I expect it's crappy, though.
Draco and I held our hands (mine had nail polish and Draco's didn't because guys don't do that usually) as we went upstairs. I was wearing pink rings on my nails. I waved to Harry. Dark misery was in his green eyes. I guess he was jealous of me that I was going out with Draco. Anyway, I went upstairs excitedly with Draco. We went into his room and locked the door. Then we started frenching passively.
"Je m'ennuie. Pouvons-nous deshabiller et mettre vos chaussures dans ma boite de carton de nouveau?" I asked in a blasé manner.
"Oui, bien sur. Ou est votre boite?" he asked, beginning to sound excited.
"Je l'ai juste au-dessus ici," I answered, reaching for the box while he took off his shoe. "Oh Draco, Draco!" I screamed while getting an orgasm, when all of a sudden I saw a tattoo I had never seen before on Draco's arm. It was a red heart with an arrow through it. On it in pretty writing was the name Harry!
I was so angry.
"You bastard!" I shouted angrily, jumping up.
"No! No! But you don't understand!" Draco pleaded. But I knew too much.
"No, you bloody idiot!" I shouted. "You probably have AIDS anyway!"
I put on my clothes all huffily and then stomped out. Draco ran out even though he was naked. He had a really big shoe but I was too mad to care. I stomped out and ran until I was in Harry's classroom where he was having a lesson with Professor Snape and some other people.
"HARRY POTTER, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" I yelled.
