De pulled away from Draco. She tugged on the end of Erica's sweater-
neither of them had to wear robes, thankfully- and whispered, "Look, Erica,
it's Draco's dad!"
"Hm?" Erica said, looking up. "Where?"
De pointed at him. He was standing in the entrance, leaning casually against the wall. "Right there. Go talk to him."
Draco moaned in disgust. "Don't do that. that's gross."
"I'm too shy," Erica said, frowning nervously. "I would- but, you know."
"Fine, I guess I have to do things my way." De stood up, cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted, "Hey, father of the boy I'm screwing, come over here!"
Erica blushed and several people looked over at them. But Lucius heard her, and to De that was all that mattered. He walked over to them, smiling.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Erica said, her face buried in her hands. "De why did you have to say 'screwing'."
"I'm not going to lie, Erica. Lying is bad." De giggled and stood up. "I'm going to go and see what stuff I can light on fire."
"There's this wood statue not far from here," Draco said thoughtfully. "You could light that."
"Wood burns pretty good," De said, smiling. "You want to come?"
"Actually, I thought I'd-"
"Draco let's leave the two lovebirds alone." De said, dragging him out of the Great Hall. He looked surprised. "Where is it?"
"That way," He pointed down the hallway to their left. De nodded and he led her there. It was a big wooden statue of some weird girl with long painted blonde hair. De read the plaque aloud.
"Dedicated to Hillary Duff, A wonderful rolemodel to little girls?" De reached into her pocket and pulled out a lighter. She started with the plaque. "I hate Hillary Duff."
De stepped back as the statue burst into flames. "Fun, now, can you put it out?" She asked, grinning, as the flames burned an inch from the ground.
Draco shook his head. "No."
"Oh well. It will burn out."
"Hm?" Erica said, looking up. "Where?"
De pointed at him. He was standing in the entrance, leaning casually against the wall. "Right there. Go talk to him."
Draco moaned in disgust. "Don't do that. that's gross."
"I'm too shy," Erica said, frowning nervously. "I would- but, you know."
"Fine, I guess I have to do things my way." De stood up, cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted, "Hey, father of the boy I'm screwing, come over here!"
Erica blushed and several people looked over at them. But Lucius heard her, and to De that was all that mattered. He walked over to them, smiling.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Erica said, her face buried in her hands. "De why did you have to say 'screwing'."
"I'm not going to lie, Erica. Lying is bad." De giggled and stood up. "I'm going to go and see what stuff I can light on fire."
"There's this wood statue not far from here," Draco said thoughtfully. "You could light that."
"Wood burns pretty good," De said, smiling. "You want to come?"
"Actually, I thought I'd-"
"Draco let's leave the two lovebirds alone." De said, dragging him out of the Great Hall. He looked surprised. "Where is it?"
"That way," He pointed down the hallway to their left. De nodded and he led her there. It was a big wooden statue of some weird girl with long painted blonde hair. De read the plaque aloud.
"Dedicated to Hillary Duff, A wonderful rolemodel to little girls?" De reached into her pocket and pulled out a lighter. She started with the plaque. "I hate Hillary Duff."
De stepped back as the statue burst into flames. "Fun, now, can you put it out?" She asked, grinning, as the flames burned an inch from the ground.
Draco shook his head. "No."
"Oh well. It will burn out."