Chapter 5 ~ Deal With It!
Harry pouted. Professor McGonagall completely refused to give them a rematch, and all that would happen would be that their scores would depend on the matches they played after that. Seamus was absolutely fuming, especially since it was only his first year as a chaser. Hermione had to drag him away from the adamant professor and into her common room.
"Aw, come on Harry. It was worth it to see Malfoy's face. Besides, you caught the snitch. We would have won if Seamus and Dean were there, and we can blame the Slytherins for that. Also, you look about four years younger when you pout." The last sentence got him. Harry snapped out of it and murmured into Hermione's hair,
"I wouldn't ever pout if you didn't want me to." It was then, that they realised that the only reason they weren't sitting on the sofa because it was already occupied. As Blaise gently kissed Draco's cheek, then moved onto his neck, this left his mouth free to articulate his imitation.
"I wouldn't ever pout if you didn't want me to." He mimicked in a childish voice.
"Yes miss. No miss. Will you have sex with me, miss?" he carried on in that infuriating imitation voice. His hands moved absently towards the under- side of Blaise's outer clothing, and probably her inner clothing too. Harry narrowed his eyes at the last sentence.
"You'll pay for that, Malfoy." Harry whipped out his wand, and before Draco could even reach for his, which was a good 7 feet away anyway, had cast his spell. Instead of sending sparks at Draco, however, he banished Blaise into Draco's bedroom, and locked the door with a spell that he had made up in Charms yesterday, just to make sure that Draco couldn't unlock it. Then he was met with a disgusting sight. It turned out that Draco and Blaise were in the middle of getting laid when Hermione and Harry had walked in, and Draco wasn't able to put his trousers on properly, since Blaise was on top of him.
"CRAP! Crap, crap crap crap crap!" yelped Draco, as Hermione and Harry VERY hurriedly turned away.
"Fuck you, Potter, you..." it seemed as though he couldn't think of something bad enough to say, but Harry retorted anyway,
"I'd rather not fuck you actually, thank you. Anyway, I thought you were straight. Won't Zambini be disappointed..." but was cut off when a very red Draco threw his shoe at him in desperation. Acting on the childish act, Draco pouted and stuck his tongue out, while Hermione soothed Harry's sore head. Then she strayed away from the boys, as she anticipated a fight. Instead, she whispered the counter spell to Harry's spell, and slipped inside Draco's bedroom. Neither boy noticed.
"Hi." She smiled at Blaise. No matter what house they were in, when it came to boys, they all stood up for each other at Hogwarts.
"They're at it again." Blaise, who had been reading through Draco's diary, snorted.
"Again again. Honestly. Boys! They're so childish. If Draco's parents didn't bribe me to go out with him, or the fact he's so bloomin' hot, I wouldn't give him a second look!" Hermione stared.
"His parents BRIBED you to go out with him? Whoa! And you went ALL the way?"
"He has no idea, obviously. And besides, he's a good kisser, not to mention the fact that his style in bed is VERY addictive." Blaise's face was one of amusement. It was clear that she saw no harm in reading his diary. Hermione didn't even think that Draco Malfoy would have kept a diary.
"Hey, is that a PRIVATE diary?" asked Hermione, her voice hinting mischievousness. Blaise caught the hint and grinned.
"Course it is! Listen to this: '~Dear diary, the match today was simply disastrous. I swore to myself that we would beat them, but some dolt of a person cast an Imobilus on me. We had to end on a disappointing draw.~' He sounds so posh! And obviously he still doesn't know that I cast that spell!" Hermione's eyebrows shot up.
"Neither did I. YOU cast that Imobilus? Why? Surely you didn't want Slytherin to lose the match?!" Hermione was shocked. Every Slytherin was bent on winning everything and then rubbing it in on the losers. Blaise shrugged.
"Parents are a big influence. They wanted me to be in Slytherin, so they set it up with the hat. Simple. Do you know what the hat said to me in first year? He said, You know, you could come to greatness in Gryffindor. but then again, I don't want to get chucked off, so to SLYTHERIN you go! Ha! Me? Slytherin?" Blaise snorted. Hermione thought back to every time she had seen Blaise with Pansy Parkinson. It was true, Blaise had never actually mocked or taunted the Gryffs, or even cast a spell at any of them.
So Blaise had never wanted to be a Slytherin. And she had cast an Imobilus on her 'boyfriend'. But... "Blaise, why did you cast that hex? I mean, you can't hate him that much." Blaise was flicking through the pages of the small leather-bound diary.
"I don't hate him. He's actually quite nice if you're on his side and you're a pureblood." Hermione stopped herself from giving out a cry of rage and said,
"Pureblood. Right." Pause. Then there was a scramble.
"What else is there in that diary that I can blackmail him with?!"
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After about 20 mins of shouting insults at each other and their girlfriends, not to mention the never ceasing cascade of spells, hexes, curses and anything else at hand that was being thrown at each other, the boys finally noticed that they were alone.
"Hey Potter, looks like your sex-queen deserted you," sneered Draco. Harry stuck his tongue out and sent a magic paintball at Draco.
"Well it looks like your slutted up girl didn't even try to get back to you." Draco wasn't listening. He was a bit too preoccupied with the luminous pink paint now smeared over his head.
"What the f*** is this Potter?" (remember, he doesn't know of the muggle game.)
"Paintball." Harry decided that it was no fun sluring off Draco anymore, and went to let Blaise out. Except that he found that the door was already unlocked.
"WHAT THE F***?!?!?"
"Oh, hi Harry." Hermione casually waved from the bed that she was sitting on, next to Blaise.
"You would never believe how interesting Malfoy's diary is. Only, don't tell him, or he'll kill us." Harry looked back at Draco, who was now walking over.
"Umm...ok, but you have to put it away now, coz he's coming over." Harry said in a low voice. The he suddenly yelled,
"BUT WHAT ARE YOU DOING? FRATERNIZING WITH THE ENEMY? THAT IS A SLYTHERIN YOU ARE SITTING THERE AND CHATTING TO!" Hermione looked blank.
"... problem ...?" Draco had now joined them, and said over Harry's shoulder,
"Yeah, what's the problem with talking to a Slytherin?" oh-so-casually, like they were friends, and hadn't just spent the last half-an-hour screaming at each other. Harry threw up his hands in despair and stormed to Hermione's room in a huff. Hermione still looked blank.
"Was it something I said?"
A.N. ~Next chappie, you may find out y Blaise cast the spell! r/r! ~*~C~D~W~*~ and @--,--`--
Harry pouted. Professor McGonagall completely refused to give them a rematch, and all that would happen would be that their scores would depend on the matches they played after that. Seamus was absolutely fuming, especially since it was only his first year as a chaser. Hermione had to drag him away from the adamant professor and into her common room.
"Aw, come on Harry. It was worth it to see Malfoy's face. Besides, you caught the snitch. We would have won if Seamus and Dean were there, and we can blame the Slytherins for that. Also, you look about four years younger when you pout." The last sentence got him. Harry snapped out of it and murmured into Hermione's hair,
"I wouldn't ever pout if you didn't want me to." It was then, that they realised that the only reason they weren't sitting on the sofa because it was already occupied. As Blaise gently kissed Draco's cheek, then moved onto his neck, this left his mouth free to articulate his imitation.
"I wouldn't ever pout if you didn't want me to." He mimicked in a childish voice.
"Yes miss. No miss. Will you have sex with me, miss?" he carried on in that infuriating imitation voice. His hands moved absently towards the under- side of Blaise's outer clothing, and probably her inner clothing too. Harry narrowed his eyes at the last sentence.
"You'll pay for that, Malfoy." Harry whipped out his wand, and before Draco could even reach for his, which was a good 7 feet away anyway, had cast his spell. Instead of sending sparks at Draco, however, he banished Blaise into Draco's bedroom, and locked the door with a spell that he had made up in Charms yesterday, just to make sure that Draco couldn't unlock it. Then he was met with a disgusting sight. It turned out that Draco and Blaise were in the middle of getting laid when Hermione and Harry had walked in, and Draco wasn't able to put his trousers on properly, since Blaise was on top of him.
"CRAP! Crap, crap crap crap crap!" yelped Draco, as Hermione and Harry VERY hurriedly turned away.
"Fuck you, Potter, you..." it seemed as though he couldn't think of something bad enough to say, but Harry retorted anyway,
"I'd rather not fuck you actually, thank you. Anyway, I thought you were straight. Won't Zambini be disappointed..." but was cut off when a very red Draco threw his shoe at him in desperation. Acting on the childish act, Draco pouted and stuck his tongue out, while Hermione soothed Harry's sore head. Then she strayed away from the boys, as she anticipated a fight. Instead, she whispered the counter spell to Harry's spell, and slipped inside Draco's bedroom. Neither boy noticed.
"Hi." She smiled at Blaise. No matter what house they were in, when it came to boys, they all stood up for each other at Hogwarts.
"They're at it again." Blaise, who had been reading through Draco's diary, snorted.
"Again again. Honestly. Boys! They're so childish. If Draco's parents didn't bribe me to go out with him, or the fact he's so bloomin' hot, I wouldn't give him a second look!" Hermione stared.
"His parents BRIBED you to go out with him? Whoa! And you went ALL the way?"
"He has no idea, obviously. And besides, he's a good kisser, not to mention the fact that his style in bed is VERY addictive." Blaise's face was one of amusement. It was clear that she saw no harm in reading his diary. Hermione didn't even think that Draco Malfoy would have kept a diary.
"Hey, is that a PRIVATE diary?" asked Hermione, her voice hinting mischievousness. Blaise caught the hint and grinned.
"Course it is! Listen to this: '~Dear diary, the match today was simply disastrous. I swore to myself that we would beat them, but some dolt of a person cast an Imobilus on me. We had to end on a disappointing draw.~' He sounds so posh! And obviously he still doesn't know that I cast that spell!" Hermione's eyebrows shot up.
"Neither did I. YOU cast that Imobilus? Why? Surely you didn't want Slytherin to lose the match?!" Hermione was shocked. Every Slytherin was bent on winning everything and then rubbing it in on the losers. Blaise shrugged.
"Parents are a big influence. They wanted me to be in Slytherin, so they set it up with the hat. Simple. Do you know what the hat said to me in first year? He said, You know, you could come to greatness in Gryffindor. but then again, I don't want to get chucked off, so to SLYTHERIN you go! Ha! Me? Slytherin?" Blaise snorted. Hermione thought back to every time she had seen Blaise with Pansy Parkinson. It was true, Blaise had never actually mocked or taunted the Gryffs, or even cast a spell at any of them.
So Blaise had never wanted to be a Slytherin. And she had cast an Imobilus on her 'boyfriend'. But... "Blaise, why did you cast that hex? I mean, you can't hate him that much." Blaise was flicking through the pages of the small leather-bound diary.
"I don't hate him. He's actually quite nice if you're on his side and you're a pureblood." Hermione stopped herself from giving out a cry of rage and said,
"Pureblood. Right." Pause. Then there was a scramble.
"What else is there in that diary that I can blackmail him with?!"
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After about 20 mins of shouting insults at each other and their girlfriends, not to mention the never ceasing cascade of spells, hexes, curses and anything else at hand that was being thrown at each other, the boys finally noticed that they were alone.
"Hey Potter, looks like your sex-queen deserted you," sneered Draco. Harry stuck his tongue out and sent a magic paintball at Draco.
"Well it looks like your slutted up girl didn't even try to get back to you." Draco wasn't listening. He was a bit too preoccupied with the luminous pink paint now smeared over his head.
"What the f*** is this Potter?" (remember, he doesn't know of the muggle game.)
"Paintball." Harry decided that it was no fun sluring off Draco anymore, and went to let Blaise out. Except that he found that the door was already unlocked.
"WHAT THE F***?!?!?"
"Oh, hi Harry." Hermione casually waved from the bed that she was sitting on, next to Blaise.
"You would never believe how interesting Malfoy's diary is. Only, don't tell him, or he'll kill us." Harry looked back at Draco, who was now walking over.
"Umm...ok, but you have to put it away now, coz he's coming over." Harry said in a low voice. The he suddenly yelled,
"BUT WHAT ARE YOU DOING? FRATERNIZING WITH THE ENEMY? THAT IS A SLYTHERIN YOU ARE SITTING THERE AND CHATTING TO!" Hermione looked blank.
"... problem ...?" Draco had now joined them, and said over Harry's shoulder,
"Yeah, what's the problem with talking to a Slytherin?" oh-so-casually, like they were friends, and hadn't just spent the last half-an-hour screaming at each other. Harry threw up his hands in despair and stormed to Hermione's room in a huff. Hermione still looked blank.
"Was it something I said?"
A.N. ~Next chappie, you may find out y Blaise cast the spell! r/r! ~*~C~D~W~*~ and @--,--`--