The "Secret Love
Affairs" of Hogwarts…
Tangled love affairs
everywhere.
Part 6
*eep* I haven't been here in
a while, eh? Not to worry!
Scene
Sixteen: Potions class
Malfoy: (To himself.) Today is the day, my love. I will finally confess to you my true
feelings and announce my undying –
Pansy: HI, DRACO!
Malfoy: Arrgh! Just…leave me alone, Pansy!
Pansy: What's the matter, Draco? Don't you love me anymore? (Puts on a
puppy face.)
Malfoy: (Huffs and walks away.) What do you
think?
Pansy: (Scrunches up face and starts wailing.) But Draaaaaaaacoooooooo, I loooooove
yoooooou!
Malfoy: Get over it!
Pansy: (Sniffs, then turns to Blaise Zabini.) Oh, Blaaaaaaaise!
Blaise: Waaah! Nooooo!
Ron: Oh, chesnut-haired sunshine of my life,
take me away from this cursed girl who acts like my wife.
Hermione: (Through gritted teeth.) Shut. Up. Ron!
Malfoy: (Sees pink book in Ron's hand and looks
panicked.) Eeek, no! I can't believe Weasley of all people got
it! (Swaggers over, looking casual.) What's that you got there, Weasel? Your diiiary?
Ron: Actually, it's a pinky winky book of lovey
dovey love poems to Hermione. You
wouldn't know who's it is, would you, Malfoy?
Malfoy: (Sudden look of genius.) Actually, I just might, Weasley.
Hermione: Who? Who? Who?
Malfoy: Say 'pretty please'.
Hermione: (Sighs.) Pretty please?
Malfoy: With a cherry on top?
Hermione: (Frowns.) With a cherry on top…
Malfoy: Get rid of Weasley, first.
Ron: (Glares at Malfoy.) You'd better not
be planning something, Malfoy. (Joins
Harry, and they both glare at Malfoy from a distance.)
Malfoy: Okay…(Hermione looks eager.)…no, I'd
rather have you guess.
Hermione: Umm, is it Neville?
Malfoy: Longbottom? I doubt he'd be graceful enough to write a love poem. No, this guy is suave…smooth…and pretty damn
sexy!
Hermione: Don't be silly, Professor Lockhart left two
years ago!
Malfoy: (Falls over Anime style.) Uh, try again.
Hermione: Hmmm, suave, eh? How about Ron?
Malfoy: If Weasley wrote that, I'll confess my
undying love to you.
Hermione: (Sounds bitter.) Don't be sarcastic, Malfoy. How about…(Scene ends.)
* * *
Scene
Seventeen: Great Hall
Ron: (Stabs his meat moodily.) I can't believe Malfoy of all people
is doing this! Who does he think he
is?
Harry: Wouldn't it be funny if the mystery poet was
Malfoy?
Ron: (Stops poking his meat. Starts laughing hysterically.) Malfoy?! That'll be the day!
Harry: Uh, yeah, that kind of a stupid idea. (Cho walks into the Great Hall.) Hey, I'll be right back. (Leaves Ron, who is still laughing and
approaches Cho.) Hey, Cho!
Cho: (Instantly shields her face with her
hands.) Please don't give me any
juice!
Harry: Huh? (Starts blushing.) Oh,
sorry about that.
Cho: Do you want something?
Harry: Um, no, I just wanted to say…
Cho: Say what?
Harry: Um, uh, good luck on the Quidditch
match!
Cho: Harry…Quidditch season is over. (Starts to walk away.)
Harry: Stupid, stupid, stupid! Hey, Cho, wait! (Starts to run after Cho.) Oomph! (Trips and
grabs onto Cho's robes.)
Cho: Aaaaahhh! (Falls down while reaching her hand out to grab a chair just as
Neville sits down on it.)
Neville: Oh no! (Drops his plate and falls on his behind. Food splatters all over Parvati.)
Parvati: (Shrieks and takes a step backward.) My robes!! (Steps on Seamus's foot.)
Seamus: Watch it!
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Scene
Eighteen: Outside the Great Hall while
the chaos ensues.
Hermione: Is it Seamus?
Malfoy: Nope.
Hermione: Oh, come on, just tell me!
Malfoy: Guess!
Hermione: Ummm…Professor Snape!
Malfoy: (With a revolted look.) Are you sick?!
Hermione: Well, whoever wrote these poems are
obviously very passionate and they're very good at writing…(fingers the
pages on the book.) He sounds like
a very nice guy.
Malfoy: (Scratches his head and blushes. Evil grin spreads on his face.) Who's saying the writer's a guy?
Hermione: (Looks horrified.) He's a SHE?!
Malfoy: (Snorts.) No.
Hermione: (Hits Malfoy's arm.) Don't DO that!
Malfoy: Just keep guessing.
Hermione: Ernie Macmillan.
Malfoy: Heheheh, yeah right.
Hermione: Goyle?
Malfoy: Ooh, you're getting desperate, aren't you?
Hermione: Augh! Crabbe? Terry Boot? Dumbledore? The Minister of Magic? Brad
Pitt?! (Malfoy shakes his head at
every guess.) Well then, who
is it?! I've guessed
every single boy, male teacher, and the headmaster!!!
Malfoy: (He grins mischievously.) There's one guy you haven't guessed. I thought you were a genius, Granger.
Hermione: (Mouth hangs open.) I named everyone, how could I forget
someone? (Starts to name boys to
herself and walks off towards the library, forgetting about Malfoy.)
Malfoy: You'll figure out soon enough, my angel of
delight. Now, I'm starved! (Walks into the Great Hall and finds
everyone lying on the floor groaning in pain and covered with food.) What the – whoa! (Slides on some mashed potatoes and falls on his back.) Ugggghhhh…
Note: Did ya like it? Did ya like it? Did ya
like it? I'm kinda proud of this
one. Yeesh, it's been a long time. I know Malfoy is a little out of character,
but how else was I going to get him to start confessing? Who do you want Hermione to end up with? Malfoy or Ron? I won't write the next chapter until I get answer, otherwise it'll
be…Malfoy. *evil grin*
