Poor Draco - by Cleo Malfoy & Selania Slytherin
Draco: (walks up to Hermione, blushing slightly) Hello.
Hermione: (raises eyebrow slightly) Are you okay, Malfoy?
Draco: (nods his head) Uh-huh. Why?
Hermione: Because usually the only reason you talk to me is to call me a mudblood or other freak name.
Draco: So what?
Hermione: Your positive your okay? Because your using muggle slang and your one of those high and mighty pure- bloods.
Draco: (a bit perplexed) Yeah. Uhm...I need to tell you something.
Hermione: What? As long as it's not that your in love with McGonagall or something I think I'll be okay.
Draco: Oh...then I don't really think that you'll be really happy and all when I tell you this.
Hermione: Merlin's beard, please tell me it's not Snape!
Draco: (scowls) What makes you say that? Do I appeal gay to you?
Hermione: See that scowling thing going on? And the Slytherin thing? Yea. And why should I tell you?
Draco: Well...I'm not gay. I might as not tell you then. You might think that it's too weird.
Hermione: Thank god. Sirius and Remus are all I can handle on that area. And after the war, nothing is wierd.
Draco: Okay. (pauses for a moment) Bad image.
Hermione: So what was it that you wanted to tell me?
Draco: Uhm...do you really want to know? I mean, it's not really that important at all.
Hermione: Okay, now I've seen everything. First you help us win the war, and then the thing with Harry. (shudders) What could it possibly be? Oh gods, please tell me it's not Trelawney!
Draco: No way! Are you sick? That women scares me.
Hermione: Thank god its not her. Now, who are you in love with?
Draco: (grins at Hermione, trying to clue her in silently) Guess.
Hermione: (faints)
Draco: Oh great!
Harry: (passes by) What did you do to Hermione?
Draco: Nothing. She fainted.
Harry: Over what?
Draco: Why should I tell you?
Harry: Is it about you and Snape?
Draco: God no! Why do people think that?
Harry: You two just seem like a great couple.
Draco: Well we'll never be a couple ever because I love someone else.
Harry: (backing away) It's not me is it?
Draco: I'm not gay you idiot!
Harry: Oh good. Hold on a sec and I'll go get Madam Pomfrey for Hermione.
Draco: (rolls his eyes) Whatever. Take your time please.
Harry: (sighs in relief as he walks away) Glad it's not me because that's a bit too much.
Minerva: (walks by after Harry leaves) Draco, why is Hermione on the floor?
Draco: She fainted.
Minerva: After?
Draco: Huh?
Minerva: She had to faint because it was too good or too bad. So how was it?
Draco: (catches on quickly) You're sick! Nothing even near that happened.
Minerva: Oh. (walks away, not believing Draco)
Draco: (walks up to Hermione, blushing slightly) Hello.
Hermione: (raises eyebrow slightly) Are you okay, Malfoy?
Draco: (nods his head) Uh-huh. Why?
Hermione: Because usually the only reason you talk to me is to call me a mudblood or other freak name.
Draco: So what?
Hermione: Your positive your okay? Because your using muggle slang and your one of those high and mighty pure- bloods.
Draco: (a bit perplexed) Yeah. Uhm...I need to tell you something.
Hermione: What? As long as it's not that your in love with McGonagall or something I think I'll be okay.
Draco: Oh...then I don't really think that you'll be really happy and all when I tell you this.
Hermione: Merlin's beard, please tell me it's not Snape!
Draco: (scowls) What makes you say that? Do I appeal gay to you?
Hermione: See that scowling thing going on? And the Slytherin thing? Yea. And why should I tell you?
Draco: Well...I'm not gay. I might as not tell you then. You might think that it's too weird.
Hermione: Thank god. Sirius and Remus are all I can handle on that area. And after the war, nothing is wierd.
Draco: Okay. (pauses for a moment) Bad image.
Hermione: So what was it that you wanted to tell me?
Draco: Uhm...do you really want to know? I mean, it's not really that important at all.
Hermione: Okay, now I've seen everything. First you help us win the war, and then the thing with Harry. (shudders) What could it possibly be? Oh gods, please tell me it's not Trelawney!
Draco: No way! Are you sick? That women scares me.
Hermione: Thank god its not her. Now, who are you in love with?
Draco: (grins at Hermione, trying to clue her in silently) Guess.
Hermione: (faints)
Draco: Oh great!
Harry: (passes by) What did you do to Hermione?
Draco: Nothing. She fainted.
Harry: Over what?
Draco: Why should I tell you?
Harry: Is it about you and Snape?
Draco: God no! Why do people think that?
Harry: You two just seem like a great couple.
Draco: Well we'll never be a couple ever because I love someone else.
Harry: (backing away) It's not me is it?
Draco: I'm not gay you idiot!
Harry: Oh good. Hold on a sec and I'll go get Madam Pomfrey for Hermione.
Draco: (rolls his eyes) Whatever. Take your time please.
Harry: (sighs in relief as he walks away) Glad it's not me because that's a bit too much.
Minerva: (walks by after Harry leaves) Draco, why is Hermione on the floor?
Draco: She fainted.
Minerva: After?
Draco: Huh?
Minerva: She had to faint because it was too good or too bad. So how was it?
Draco: (catches on quickly) You're sick! Nothing even near that happened.
Minerva: Oh. (walks away, not believing Draco)