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Wyv: Sorry this took so long to get out, but we kept having Ideas for 'I'm Still Me...' and pondering the next chapter of Dice, which we are really stuck on.
Bel: It seems Inspiration has deserted us for these two...oh well! Amid a lot of tantrums, tears and 'I-am-NOT-writing-that's, we calmed down enough to bring you....
Chapter 3 of Dace.
(sorry it's so short :) )
Draco smiled as he walked into the Great Hall for breakfast the next morning hand-in-hand with Jamie. Dace was in a bad mood and not speaking to him, which suited him fine. It meant that he could think naughty thoughts about Jamie without Dace interrupting. He smiled at Pansy as he sat next to her. She glared at him.
"What are you doing with that queer?" she demanded.
"Relax, Pansy," whispered Draco in her ear, putting an arm around her. "It's just experimenting."
"I thought I was your girlfriend," she pouted.
"Hey, I can have a boyfriend and a girlfriend, can't I?" Pansy shook his arm off and Draco turned his attention to Jamie, talking enthusiastically about the impending game. Jamie was on the Quidditch team, as a Chaser, and Draco thought he looked really good in Quidditch robes - he'd look even better out of them, of course...
\\Do you mind?// huffed Dace. \\I *am* still here, you know!//
\\I thought you were ignoring me,// replied Draco, helping himself to some toast.
\\It's hard to ignore the sort of thoughts you're having, you little perv,// retorted Dace.
\\You shouldn't be listening, you little perv,// teased Draco.
\\Hey, we share a body don't we, we can't help overhearing each others thoughts, it's physically impossible!//
\\What's physically impossible, dear brother, is you hanging around in my body. But then you always like having things your own way. Why are you so tetchy this morning?//
\\Pansy's sitting next to us and ignoring us,// Dace mumbled.
\\So? It's just Pansy, it's not like.... oh, my Gods, you fancy her, don't you?// Dace remained sulking in silence. \\You do! And you call *me* sick! Ewww, Pansy!//
\\She's the nicest looking girl in Slytherin,// grunted Dace. \\Mind you, that's not exactly hard.//
\\Yeah. Pansy is not as bad as Millicent Bulstrode. But Nell Havers in fifth year has nice hair.//
\\Trust you to notice the hair!// groaned Dace. Draco laughed. \\When do I get the body back, by the way? Can I have it just for five minutes?//
\\Nope.//
\\But Draco, we've got scrambled eggs for breakfast, you know that's my favourite!//
\\Later. I'm having too much fun at the moment,// replied Draco. Dace muttered something under his breath. \\What was that, brother? I didn't quite catch that.//
\\You're ignoring your boyfriend, he doesn't look too happy.// Draco turned to Jamie, smiling, and resumed their earlier talk about the game. He hadn't noticed that Harry was watching him.
Over on the Gryffindor table, Harry was lost in thought. He'd been surprised when he saw Malfoy walk over to the Slytherin table hand-in-hand with that idiot from the Slytherin Quidditch team. Every time he'd seen Malfoy at mealtimes, Pansy Parkinson had been all over him. Mind you, he thought, having that drooling over you would be enough to put any man off girls for life.
"Harry?" Harry jumped. Ron was looking at him strangely.
"Er, what were you saying?" Harry asked.
"I was asking what was so fascinating over on the Slytherin table," replied Ron.
"Nothing."
"Then why were you staring?"
"Just....staring." Ron snorted and turned his attention back to his porridge. Harry allowed his gaze to drift back over to the Slytherin table, just as Draco kissed Jamie. His stomach lurched and he turned to Ron, hurriedly starting a conversation about their Divination homework, feeling puzzled. He hated Draco, loathed him, there was absolutely no doubt about that....
So why did he feel so jealous?