Author's Note since someone (you know who you are! ^.~) asked me to continue, here I am, writing more stupid craziness! muwahahahahah!!! *cough-gag-twitch-sneer*

After Dinner

"Darling?" I turned to my mother and smiled.

"Yes, ma?" I asked, leasurely leaning against the wall next to the door to my room. My mom looked up at me (she's 6 inches shorter than me people!) and gave me an insistant look. "What?"

"Don't you think you should feed that poor boy?" She asked me. Wow... Feed him. I never thought of that. I shrugged my opinion. My mother sighed and walked back to the kitchen. I was about to unlock my door when she reapeared with a plate of leftovers. "Give this to him. The poor boy must be starved."

"Ma, he's not a poor boy." I told her. "In fact, he's a rich boy. Sure he's tied to my bed at the moment, but he's still rich none the less."

"You really should give him a chair, hun." Was all my mother said, as she passed me the plate. I heard my step-dad call her name and within a second she was gone. I turned to the door and unlocked the padlock. After a quick glance around me I twisted the knob.

It didn't turn. I twisted again. It still didn't turn. Oh, shit. That was all I could think: oh shit. I struggled with the door a moment more before screaming through it at Draco. "Hey, Malfoy! Open the door!"

"What?" He replied. "Woman, you have me tied up! Do you actually think I can get up and prance over to the door to unlock it?"

"You would prance?" I asked, slightly shocked. "For me?"

"Shut the fuck up! That's not what I meant." I heard him grumble under his breath.

"Listen, Dray, darling, your what... 16?" I asked. "You should be able to untie yourself by that age. Haven't you ever been tied up before?"

"I must admit, dear kidnapper, this is my first time."

"Really?" I couldn't help but sound shocked. "Don't you people play truth or dare? Everyone knows that in the game of truth or dare, one must be dared to be tied up outside in their front lawn and left to their own devices to get lose!"

"What?!"

"So you've really never played?" I asked.

"No... And I dont' think I want to."

"Tsk. Such a shame." I muttered. "All right! I'll just have to pick my lock! Never thought I would have to pick my own lock before."

"You know how to pick locks?" Draco asked from inside. I pulled a safety pin from out of my jeans and proceeded to pick the lock on the door, my tongue sticking out in concentration. Therefore, I couldn't reply. One can't talk when their tongue is hanging out like a dog, now can they? After a few minutes of struggle, the lock sounded a little pop. I twisted the knob and to my happiness the door swung open.

"Hello!" I said happilly at the boy still laying on my bed.

"Damn, it worked." He groaned. I bounced into the room, bringing the plate of food with me. He gave the food a disgusted look. "What is that?"

"It's your dinner."

"It looks like owl shit."

"Actually, those are potatoes." I informed him. He rolled his eyes.

"Your so..."

"Charming?" I provided.

"Far from it."

"Just eat it damnit." I thrusted the plate at him.

"Hello, woman! I'm not in the position to eat, okay?" I sighed in frustration at Draco. There was a knock at my door. I went to open it, but it burst open revealing my short step-father carrying, of all things, a chair.

"Your mother wants the boy to have this." He said gruffly, setting the chair down next to my bed.

"Why? I like him where he is!"

"Well, I dont' like being here! Untie me so I can sit in the chair, damnit!" Draco yelled. Grumbling, I untied the pale blonde. He looked from me to my step-father, contemplating on running. I could only assume he found the idea fruitless, because he sat down. I set the plate in his lap and sat, pouting, on my bed. I watched my step-father leave before turning to speak.

"Why do they have to favor you?"

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Draco said through a mouthful of chicken.

"They never gave the others chairs." I informed him. I thought this was a great injustice, but Draco seemed to think differently. He gagged on his chicken.

"Wait, did I hear that right? Others?"

"Well, yeah." I said, laughing lightly. "You dont' honestly think your the first person I've kidnapped, do you? Aww, you did! How cute! You thought you were that special? No such luck, boy."

"I think I might regret this, but who did you kidnapp?" Draco asked.

"Well.. There was Farfie..." I said softly, remembering.

"Who?"

"You wouldn't know him." I said. "He was fun, though. Gave me his knife."

"Knife?" Draco gulped. I nodded.

"You wanna see?"

"No! No, that's okay."

"Oh, all right." I replied. "And... Oh, yes, and Viktor Krum."

"You kidnapped Viktor Krum?" Draco asked, slightly amazed. "That explains his dissapearance those couple of months last year. He hasn't played Quidditch since then, you know... What... What did you do to him?"

"Well, you see, that was during my world peace rage." I said sheepishly. "I debated with him for hours on end about how Quidditch was a violent and therefore bad game. I finally convinced him in the end about how the violence corrupts the children of the world... I guess I effected him more than I thought."

"Quidditch does not corrupt children!" Draco insisted. I glared, but said nothing on the subject. A few moments of silence passed, in which Draco finished eating and sat his plate on my dresser. "This is so boring."

"You've been kidnapped. Go back to quivering in fear." I ordered.

"Ha, fear of what? You?" Draco asked, sneering. I narrowed my eyes. His face faltered into an uneasy look, but remained the same sneering face.

"I'll have you know, I'm a pretty scary person."

"Since when?"

"Two words: Pleasure Toy."

Draco shut up, eyes widening. I grinned in triumph, letting out a devilish laugh. My thoughts wandered into all the things I could make him do if I wanted. Like I could dress him up as a hooker and take him to the mall via dog leash. Or I could invite my gay friend, Jake, over and watch them make out. Oh, the possibilities were endless. I concentrated on one specific idea. Tieing him up against the wall and ripping his clothes to shreds with my knife. I was having so much fun day dreaming that I didn't hear the floorboards creak. Or the door knob turn. In fact, I was in such a daze, I didn't notice the door open.

Blink. Wait a minute. Door open? I looked over at the shair next to me. It stood empty. I looked at the door that stood adjar. Well, that does it. I stood and stomped towards the door and jumped into the hall. I let out what could only be described as the Xena cry on morphine and ran down the hall and into the living room.

"Hello, darling." My mother greeted.

"Ma, did you see a pale blonde boy streak through here?" I asked rapidly. My mom shared a look with my step-father before turning back to me.

"Well, yes, honey, we did."

"And? Where did he go?"

Silence.

"Mom! Where did he go!?!"

"He told us not to say, dear." My mother replied. I looked at her in shock. She was going to listen to Draco Malfoy before her own daughter! This was absurd!

"What the fuck do you mean he told you not to say?"

"Hey, watch your mouth, young lady!" My step-father warned. I grunted a response. This sucked. This utterly sucked. What the hell was I suppose to do now? My own parents against me. Has the world gone mad? I slumped into the loveseat next to my dog. I looked at the beagle-basset and patted her on the head.

"You wouldn't happen to know where that prat went do you?" I asked. She grinned (yes, grinned) and looked away. She looked right at the back door. I smiled and kissed her on the top of her head. "Thanks!"

"Dont' be too hard on him." Mom told me as I left through the back door. Hard on him? Was she insane? He's my property until I decide to release him, damnit. I let out a small growl as I stepped out in the large lawn. I skimmed the area, not spotting his blond hair. I figured he went around to the front, so I quickly ran around the house. I guess I should of walked. Becasue I ran right into the boy. Knocking him over and falling on top of him, I let out another frustrated growl.

"Dont' hurt me!" He yelped from underneath me. I looked down and into his eyes. Grey met grey and I grinned. I sat up and straddled him, then bitch slapped him. That's right, bitch slapped him. "Ow, damnit, woman!"

"Don't make me do it again!" I warned him. He kept his hands over his face, but peeked over his fingers at me. I gave him a curious look. "Why'd you stop anyway?"

"I got to about here when I realized I didn't know where the hell I was." He told me.

"Ah, poor little dragon." I teased.

"Would you get off me?" He asked simply.

"Why? So you can run again?"

"I'm not gonna run."

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because I'm not about to go run off and end up getting kidnapped by some other psycho woman." He revealed. "At least you got a mother who feeds me."

I gave him a shocked look. You know, I'm starting to think he likes me. So, I told him so. "You like me, dont' you!"

"What?! Fuck that shit!" Draco yelled. I glared. "Why in the hell would I like you? Your an idiot, you know. A total loon."

"Oh, yeah. You like me." I flashed him a dazziling smile. He let out a frustrating scream. Which, sadly, brought the attention of my nieghbors. I looked across the street where a girl my age (about a year older) stared at me, eyes wide. I narrowed my eyes and yelled at her. "That's right! I am sitting on a man! Ha! You see this? A man!"

"Too bad the only way you can get one is by tackling him down!" She called back. I tightened my fist in anger as she continued. "Maybe you should join the football team, that was a pretty good dive."

"Shut up, bitch!" I screamed. She started to come over, but to my fortune, her boyfriends convertable spun around the corner and right in front of her. Nearly ran her over. Too bad that failed. I watched, a little sad but relieved, as she jumped in the car and sped off. "Good riddance."

"Wow."

"What do you want?" I asked, looking back down at Draco, who I still sat ontop of.

"You called me a man." He grinned a devilish grin. "I didn't know you cared."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I demanded, standing up. Draco stood and brushed himself off in a dignified fashion. I glared at him a moment before storming off toward the door. Draco looked around a moment, spotted some freaky Muggle child staring at him from down the street, and followed me.

End Notes I actually dont' argue with my nieghbor like that, we just share dirty looks and I call her a bitch under my breath. *sheepish smile* i'm really starting to like this story. lol. ^.^

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