The doors flew open as Snape stormed back in the room. "Well, the ex-wife doesn't seem concerned that her interview is today. She's in a spa in the Berkshires." He snapped.
"A spa?" Seamus asked, turning to Draco. "Isn't that like your mother-ship?"
Draco shrugged, "I can go if you like."
Snape turned to Harry, motioning for him to go . "Go with him and try to get that alibi."
Harry smiled at Draco as the two left the room and made their way to Harry's silver Volvo. "Explain to my why your so anti-Fleur," Draco said, climbing into the passenger side.
"She won't give us the alibi and she's totally untrustworthy," Harry replied, leaving the campus.
"Why?"
"She married a sixty year old man, she's made a living telling people that they are too fat, she hawks her crap on the Home Shopping Network…"
"First of all, he's an old man with a really big penis. Second of all, Fleur would never tell anyone they were too fat. Thirdly, Victoria Principal sells on that channel too."
"And Fleur is obviously hiding something."
"But maybe it's not what you think."
"And maybe it is."
Silence took over for a few minutes before Draco turned to Harry, "you know you're kind of being a butt-head right now."
Harry chuckled, "how do you figure?"
"Because people aren't always what they appear to be and you refuse to see that. Have a little faith, you may be surprised."
"I can't believe you called me a butt-head. No one has called me that since the ninth grade."
"Maybe not to your face," Draco gave him a teasing smile.
Harry shook his head and pulled into a parking space. The two went inside and to the front desk. "We have two o' clock massages, Malfoy and Potter."
"Go on back," the clerk said.
Draco started down the hall before stopping and going back to the desk. "Oh, and I'm supposed to meet my friend, Molly Weasley, here somewhere, for a Pilates class. Do you have her schedule?"
The clerk typed something on the keyboard and scanned the computer screen. "She's in the mud room until four," he said.
Draco flashed him a smile and grabbed Harry's hand, pulling him down the hall. "We can't see her for an hour?" Harry asked.
"No, that means she can't move for an hour," Draco explained, pulling him down a hall and opening a door. A woman was laying on a table, stiff and covered in mud. Cucumbers covered her eyes. "Molly Weasley?"
"We were sent here for Mr. Snape -"
"So you found me," Molly said, cutting Harry off.
"She's naked," the dark haired man whispered.
"I am covered in very expensive Egyptian mud. I'm hardly naked, young man."
Draco smiled and grabbed a towel from a side table, "I'll cover her…parts if it will help you Harry." He placed the towel over the woman. "Better?"
Harry nodded. "So I hear that little tart shot poor Arthur," Molly said.
"Well that's what we're trying to prove didn't happen. Do you have any reason to believe it did?" Draco asked her.
"Well, I never met the woman, but from what my daughter tells me, she can be quite the little bitch."
"She is not!" The blonde protested.
"I guess Arthur just wasn't enough for Fleur though,"
"Why do you say that?" Harry asked.
"Haven't you seen the pool boy?"
"Yes."
"Like I've said, I never met Fleur, but I have seen her from a distance. When I'd come over to pick up the alimony check that Arthur always forgot to mail, she would always be by the pool with the pool boy hovering over her."
The two had quickly left the spa, getting back in Harry's car and driving back to the school. "How can you still believe that she's innocent?" Harry asked incredulously.
"How can you trust that woman? She's lying!"
"And you know this for a fact?"
"Did you see the icky red color of her hair? I never trust a woman who's not blonde. That's the whole reason I'm starting the Blonde Legal Defense Fund."
Harry looked over at him and laughed, "the what?"
"Blondes are always discriminated against. Fleur's a blonde and people are saying that she's sleeping with the pool boy and shooting her husband. Is she were a brunette, people would be like 'oh, poor widow'."
"You're serious?"
Draco turned in his seat to face the other man, "you should see the way I'm treated in class! I'm a complete source of mockery. That's why the Blonde Legal Defense Fund is needed."
Harry nodded, "ok, how would it work?"
"It would be a full-service law firm, by and for blondes, providing positive blonde role models and community outreach in high blonde areas. I mean, think about it. Name one positive blonde role model."
"I can't," Harry said after thinking for a minute.
"That's a direct result of anti-blonde discrimination!" Draco paused for a second before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a tube. "Oh yea, I bought you some seaweed cream while we were at the spa."
"What the hell is that for?"
"The bags under your eyes. You're a very attractive man, Harry, but you need to take better care of yourself."
"I don't do that stuff," Harry said, gesturing to the tube.
"Well you should. If you look good, then you feel good, and if you feel good then you project joy onto the world."
"Projecting joy is not my job."
Draco sighed and put the tube back in his pocket, "fine. Sorry I brought it up."
They were silent for a few minutes before Harry spoke again, "you really think I'm attractive?"
Draco grinned. "For a butt-head? Sure."
Draco walked down the sidewalk to his dorm. Seeing Neville and two more boys, he waved enthusiastically before stopping and taking note of the embarrassed look on his face. Slowing down and passing the boy slowly, he listened in.
"I called your room last night," Neville said.
"I heard," a short blonde boy said coldly.
"I was thinking, maybe, we could go out sometime," Neville said, sounding more nervous than before.
"I don't think so, you're a complete dork," the blonde said, his friends laughing behind him.
"I go to law school.."
"Look, I'm not going out with you. I can't believe you'd even ask. Guys like me don't go out with guys like you." The others continued to laugh and Draco stopped.
He turned sharply and stormed over to Neville, slapping him across the face. "Why didn't you call me?" He snapped.
"What?" Neville asked him, stunned. The blonde and his group were silent as they watched.
"We spent a beautiful night together and then I never hear from you again?" Draco signaled with his eyes for Neville to play along, looking from the boy back to him.
"Um, I'm sorry?"
"For what? For breaking my heart or for ruining sex for me with any other man?"
"Both?"
"Well forget it! I've spent too many hours crying over you," Draco shouted, turning and rushing off.
"So, when did you want to go out?" Draco heard the blonde ask. Smiling, he continued on his way to his dorm.
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