All is Fair in Love and Hair
Around a month after Draco and Ami's incident with the 'Umbrella Flower,' the plan to sabotage Malfoy had not gone into action. All the memorization of the basics of witchcraft was hard, and all were busy. All looked hopeless, until news finally came. News that could make or break the whole of the unmade plans.
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Hermoine sat down at a long wooden table in the library after a long day of reassuring Professor Trelawny that her predictions that Percy Weasley was going to drown in the prefect bathroom were untrue. As she took her first unrushed breath of the day, she spotted Jesmyn excitedly flouncing towards her. "What? What is it?" she called, regenerated by her three seconds of solitude.
"I have stories! I admit, this definitely shows how far Draco will go for a little bit of praise. He just tries to be cool, that's all."
"Do tell! Anything that will help us trap him in his own game of Wizard's Chess."
"And that means--"
"I've been spending too much time with Ron and Harry."
"Obviously."
"Just tell me the news already!"
"Okay. Cho finally spilled. Apparently I'm not the only one interested in their dysfunctional relationship. It all started about a week after they got together-
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"Draco just figured Ami was a hood ornament, just to make him more popular. He didn't actually realize she was a living breathing crazy girl. So he was walking to potions with his bodyguards, Crabbe and Goyle and they were joking around about so-called mudbloods. Out of nowhere, a black robe swooped around him as someone pounced on his back. 'That's enough, Potter!' he screamed, whirling about to face his opponent. He heard a * plop * and he saw a pile of robes adorned with blue and bronze- Ravenclaw colors.
"'Gee thanks for knocking the future mother of our children off your back,' she said playfully. 'M-Mother?' Draco was extremely lost and confused. Even his mates began to snigger at the comment. Pansy Parkinson looked prepared to eat Ami for supper along with her ten pounds of usual food. 'Of course I was joking, silly. Marriage is our first priority.' 'M- Marriage?' Draco gulped out. Words starting with M like marriage, mother, and money did not make him happy when he did not instigate them in his crude manor. He finally decided to ATTEMPT to speak up. 'We never discussed anything like marriage, money, or mothering my children.'
"'Of course we didn't discuss money, Malfie. We can if you want to later, but I have a class to go to with my hunk of love muffiness.' With that, she grabbed her 'little Malfie' by the arm and began gallivanting through the hall with him holding his hand to his ever so precious hair."
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"Well that's interesting, but how does it help us?" Hermoine said, with a bushy eyebrow raised at her acquaintance.
"That's just the tip of the forest, love." Jesmyn said. "I shall continue." "As the days passed, my dear friend Ami attached herself more and more to the sly Draco, with him just trying to keep composure. Most of their 'dates' consisted of their mutual tender care for their 'love fern,' Draco's hair. I think THAT'S the key that's holding them together. I never noticed it before. The way she focuses on it, consistently running her fingers through it gropes it. We have to show her it's not perfect.
"Hmm. That's a good idea, but how?" Hermoine dryly stated.
"Just frizz it a bit."
"Do you REALLY think anyone can come within ten feet of that boy's hair without good intentions?"
"Well-"
"My point exactly. We need an 'in.' We need someone who wants them to break up as badly as we do. We need someone who can get in to the Slytherin dormitory to steal his beloved gel."
"You can't mean-"
"Yes, my dear Jesmyn. You may have the words, but you don't have the passion. We need Pansy-Pansy Parkinson."
"Pig face? Ahhh!"
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A/N:: Well, this story is progressing slowly but surely. I'm trying to grasp all perspectives and slowly changing the story format. Please give me your comments and tell me which way of writing you like the best, or if you have any suggestions, or think the story is getting dry. I would also like to say that Harry Potter is unfortunately not mine. The 'love fern' came from the movie HOW TO LOSE A GUY IN 10 DAYS. So, yeah--- R/R!
Around a month after Draco and Ami's incident with the 'Umbrella Flower,' the plan to sabotage Malfoy had not gone into action. All the memorization of the basics of witchcraft was hard, and all were busy. All looked hopeless, until news finally came. News that could make or break the whole of the unmade plans.
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Hermoine sat down at a long wooden table in the library after a long day of reassuring Professor Trelawny that her predictions that Percy Weasley was going to drown in the prefect bathroom were untrue. As she took her first unrushed breath of the day, she spotted Jesmyn excitedly flouncing towards her. "What? What is it?" she called, regenerated by her three seconds of solitude.
"I have stories! I admit, this definitely shows how far Draco will go for a little bit of praise. He just tries to be cool, that's all."
"Do tell! Anything that will help us trap him in his own game of Wizard's Chess."
"And that means--"
"I've been spending too much time with Ron and Harry."
"Obviously."
"Just tell me the news already!"
"Okay. Cho finally spilled. Apparently I'm not the only one interested in their dysfunctional relationship. It all started about a week after they got together-
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"Draco just figured Ami was a hood ornament, just to make him more popular. He didn't actually realize she was a living breathing crazy girl. So he was walking to potions with his bodyguards, Crabbe and Goyle and they were joking around about so-called mudbloods. Out of nowhere, a black robe swooped around him as someone pounced on his back. 'That's enough, Potter!' he screamed, whirling about to face his opponent. He heard a * plop * and he saw a pile of robes adorned with blue and bronze- Ravenclaw colors.
"'Gee thanks for knocking the future mother of our children off your back,' she said playfully. 'M-Mother?' Draco was extremely lost and confused. Even his mates began to snigger at the comment. Pansy Parkinson looked prepared to eat Ami for supper along with her ten pounds of usual food. 'Of course I was joking, silly. Marriage is our first priority.' 'M- Marriage?' Draco gulped out. Words starting with M like marriage, mother, and money did not make him happy when he did not instigate them in his crude manor. He finally decided to ATTEMPT to speak up. 'We never discussed anything like marriage, money, or mothering my children.'
"'Of course we didn't discuss money, Malfie. We can if you want to later, but I have a class to go to with my hunk of love muffiness.' With that, she grabbed her 'little Malfie' by the arm and began gallivanting through the hall with him holding his hand to his ever so precious hair."
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"Well that's interesting, but how does it help us?" Hermoine said, with a bushy eyebrow raised at her acquaintance.
"That's just the tip of the forest, love." Jesmyn said. "I shall continue." "As the days passed, my dear friend Ami attached herself more and more to the sly Draco, with him just trying to keep composure. Most of their 'dates' consisted of their mutual tender care for their 'love fern,' Draco's hair. I think THAT'S the key that's holding them together. I never noticed it before. The way she focuses on it, consistently running her fingers through it gropes it. We have to show her it's not perfect.
"Hmm. That's a good idea, but how?" Hermoine dryly stated.
"Just frizz it a bit."
"Do you REALLY think anyone can come within ten feet of that boy's hair without good intentions?"
"Well-"
"My point exactly. We need an 'in.' We need someone who wants them to break up as badly as we do. We need someone who can get in to the Slytherin dormitory to steal his beloved gel."
"You can't mean-"
"Yes, my dear Jesmyn. You may have the words, but you don't have the passion. We need Pansy-Pansy Parkinson."
"Pig face? Ahhh!"
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A/N:: Well, this story is progressing slowly but surely. I'm trying to grasp all perspectives and slowly changing the story format. Please give me your comments and tell me which way of writing you like the best, or if you have any suggestions, or think the story is getting dry. I would also like to say that Harry Potter is unfortunately not mine. The 'love fern' came from the movie HOW TO LOSE A GUY IN 10 DAYS. So, yeah--- R/R!