Gin: Do it!
Pettigrew: But I don't want to!
Gin: Do it or I'll show them what you did last nite…
Pettigrew: Oh, no…
Gin: Oh, yes…
Pettigrew: Alright. The characters all belong to J. K. Rowling. Only the stupid plot belongs to Gin's stupid, twisted mind. That better?
Gin: Yes, and lose that tone. And, that wasn't so hard, was it?
Pettigrew: *glares*
Gin: Ouch
Bold: Hermione
Regular: Draco
Dear fanfiction writers,
Why do you honestly have to have me and Hermione end up together? I mean, come on, really? I don't even like that filthy little mudblood as a friend! Well, then why do you let me sleep with you every night, AND even asked for my hand in marriage, hm? Heh… that was actually a truth or dare, Herm. If you can call me Herm, then I get to call you… either Blonde Prince or Ferret Boy. You choose. Well, I guess you can call me Ferret Boy because that is less humiliating than Blonde Prince. Ok, whatever. *nasty glare* Hey, don't glare at me! I can do whatever I want… and i'm also pregnant. WHAT?! Yeah, about 3 or 4 months in. Anyways, I have to go and straighten things out with Hermione, if you know what I mean. I might maybe use some veritaserum on her… you never know. I heard that!
Sincerely,
A very confused Draco Malfoy