Act II, Scene 4

Terrence and Blaise stood in the middle of the Quidditch field, attempting to look for Malfoy.

"Where the hell is Malfoy?!" Blaise complained. "Did come in last night?"
"Not that I know of," replied Terrence
"It's that cold-hearted Susan. She's driving him crazy!"
"Did you hear that Harry Potter sent a howler to Draco's bed?"
"I bet it s a challenge," Blaise said
"Malfoy will answer that."
"Anyone who can write, may answer a letter."
"No, Draco will accept the challenge. He doesn't back down from a dare. Especially from Potter."
"Poor Draco! He is already half dead with love," complained Blaise. "Cupid's arrows are sticking out all over! How the fuck will he face Harry?"
"So do you really know who this 'Harry Potter' is really like," Terrence mused

Blaise had the look of mock shock.
"Harry is a sly cat. He fights like he's playing music," Blaise took out his wand and balanced it on his backside of his palm. "One, two, three, and right in your gut!" he tossed the wand into the air and caught it in his other hand, only to shove it into Terrence stomach. Terrence gave a sudden jolt.

Blaise smiled.
"He's an expert; a good at his wizardry. He knows all the fancy dueling moves."

Terrence laughed and then saw Draco on his broomstick above.
"There's Malfoy!" said Terrence to Blaise, pointing to the sky. As Draco came to the ground, Blaise commented on his appearance.
"He got it on last night: now he's all worn out!" Blaise laughed hysterically. "Now we're going to get a lot of that stupid love poetry crap from him, about how his chick is way better than any girl. They're all old hags and sluts compared to Susan!" Blaise then spoke to Draco who was coming closer to him. "Buenos dias, señor Malfoy, you Latin lover! You left us yesterday without telling us."
"Well good morrow to you both. What did I do wrong THIS time?"
"You ditched us yesterday, don't you understand?"

Malfoy smiled at that.
"Oh yeah, about that... Sorry, Blaise, but I had something so important that I left without proper courtesy."
"Well if that's all you can say, I bow to you."
"You mean to curtsy."
"You got it."
"That's a civil explanation," Draco laughed.
"I'm so damn civil, I'm pink," replied Blaise.
"You're pink as a flower."
"Right."
"Then when I kick you in the ass, my shoe will be decorated with flowers."

Terrence laughed hysterically at Draco's explanation. Blaise was slightly amused.
"Fine. Keep on with this joke until you wear out the sole of your shoe, so that the joke is the sole thing left."
"If that's your sole joke, I pity you," said Draco.
"Help me, Terrence, I'm running out of ideas."
"Okay, come on. Let's have a competition of wits, or else I win," declared Draco.
"No, if you go on a wild goose chase for smart one-liners, I'm done for. You're way goosier than I am. Hah! I got you with that one!"
"You can't begin to do the nines with me, so goose yourself."
"How about I bite you ear off?"
"Oh no, don't bite me, Goose!!" screamed Draco in mockery. Terrence laughed
"You wits are hot today: real picante sauce!" said Blaise, sarcastically.
"Just what we need for a roasted goose!"
"Man, you stretch a joke like a big girdle."
"And I'll keep on stretching to take in the 'big' and 'goose'. That makes you a big goose!"
"Come on Draco, don't you want to joke around instead of thinking of your chick? Now you're acting like the old Draco. When you were whining and pining over Susan, you were acting like a real psycho."
"Okay, stop it already," replied Terrence
"Don't slow me down, I was on a roll!" Blaise whined
"You would go on forever."
"Wrong, I was done."
"Whoa, look what's coming!"

Draco pointed at who was coming towards them: Ginny and Parvati.
"Geeze, the red hair could blind a person," Blaise joked.
"Parvati, come on!" whined Ginny.
"I'm coming..."
"Hand me my fan, Parvati."
"Give it to her, Parvati. She needs to hide her face with something prettier," laughed Blaise. Ginny pretended that she didn't hear him.
"Good morrow, boys."
"Good afternoon, Ginny," said Blaise.
"Is it already noon?"
"Yes it is, that slutty minute hand is making a grab for Mr. Twelve."

Ginny looked appalled at Blaise
"How could you say that?!"
"Merlin made him, but he messed himself up," Draco replied, speaking for Blaise. Ginny snickered.
"Merlin, that's pretty good: 'messed himself up,' huh? But I didn't come to joke around. I'd like to speak with you, Draco."
"A hooker I bet. Ha!"

Draco hit Blaise in the shoulder.
"Ow."
"What's wrong with you?" Draco demanded. This made Blaise laugh louder.
"No, Draco. She not a tramp, unless she's 'tramped' down the street with her bushy dull red hair."

Blaise began to sing about a tramp. Draco just shook his head in shame as he began to leave with Ginny and Parvati. Blaise stopped and called out to Draco.
"Draco, will you come to dinner in the Great Hall with us?"
"I'll be there later."

Draco followed suit Ginny. Blaise and Terrence just laughed and made their way to the Great Hall. Ginny glared at Draco.
"Who the hell was that?!" Ginny demanded
"He's a gentlemen mostly, Weasley, with a running mouth, but he doesn't mean any of it," Draco smiled.
"If he says anything against me, I'll take him DOWN, no matter how tough he is, and twenty more punks like him. If I can't do it, I'll find somebody who will. What a bum! I am none of his flirty girls or a prostitute. And YOU, Parvati, you stand there like an idiot and let every punk insult me?"
"No wait a second," cried Parvati. "I didn't hear ANYTHING If I did, I would've stepped in. I don't put up with any shit...well, as long as I don't get in trouble."
"Merlin, I'm so mad I could spit. Look, I'm shaking. That crummy bastard," Ginny quickly shook it off and faced Draco. "But please, I need to talk to you: like I was saying, Hermione wanted me to find you, but what she wanted me to tell you, I ain't sayin," she stepped closer to look Draco in the eyes. "I wanted to warn you that if you lead her into a foolish fling, that would be really selfish and irresponsible. She's a young and innocent girl. If you want to take advantage of her, then dump her, stop now, because it's wrong."
"Ginny, give her my best wishes. I swear to you..."
"I'm so glad you said that," Ginny smiled. "Now you've restored my faith. I will tell her your true intentions. She'll be overjoyed."
"What would you tell her? You're not even listening to me."
"I'll tell her that you were offended at my assumptions; that means that you are a good man."
"Ask her to think of a plan so she can go to Charms class. Then we can be married this afternoon in Professor's Flitwick's room," Draco then dug in his pockets and took out a few sickles. "Here is some money for the favor."
"I'm not going to take your money," Ginny said, pushing the money away. "You said this afternoon? She'll be there."

Ginny turned around to leave, but Draco stopped her.
"Wait, Ginny, behind the abbey wall, one of my guys will be there shortly, and will bring a broomstick. It'll let me sneak in tonight so we can share our joy. Goodbye. Follow my instructions and I'll make it worth your while. Send my regards to your friend."
"Draco, listen..."
"So what do you say?"
"Can I trust your friend? Haven't you ever heard the saying, 'Two may keep a secret, if one is dead?'"
"I swear that you can trust him."
"Well Malfoy, Hermione is the sweetest person. Man, when we were younger...Oh, there is a Hufflepuff, Justin, that wants to marry her. But she would rather look at a toad than him, good soul. Sometimes I make her angry by telling her that he is the one for her. Then she gets pale and looks like a used rag," Ginny laughed.
"Well, tell her 'hello' for me."
"A thousand times. Goodnight."

They both came to a resolution smile and walked their separate ways.