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Chapter 3: Need Like Users, Hate Like Hitlers.
Draco didn't know what to do. He thought at least if he couldn't have Harry for the moment, then he would at least eavesdrop on his conversations. Why not? He muttered a few quick words to himself and suddenly he could hear all of the conversation in the next carriage.
"Corra, what the hell is that?" Draco guessed that voice to be Ron's. Stupid Ron.
"It's just a CD player. I kinda like Muggle stuff, it's quite cool." The girl answered cheerfully.
"Yeah, she's been contaminating my apartment with it for months." Said Harry, And everyone laughed. Ahh, thought Draco, Harry's voice was like a soft caress on his mind.
"Contaminating? Like hell, you love it really." The girl's accent was very sexy, even to Draco, who hadn't liked anything on girls in years.
"I love it because you love it, Corra." Harry said sweetly, and Draco couldn't take this mushy torture much longer. A quiet moan followed Harry's voice.
"Ew! Get a room you two!" Hermione cried at them.
"That doesn't sound like such a bad idea, actually." There was noise of movement, and then the carriage was silent.
But the door to his carriage was opening.
Corra pried herself off of Harry for a second and told him to find an empty carriage. When he beckoned her to come with him, she declined and said
"Don't worry; I'll catch up in a bit."
As soon as Harry left the small compartment, Corra flounced over to where Draco was sitting.
"Listen, Mallown or whatever your name is, didn't your mother tell you that listening to other peoples' conversations is rude?"
At first, Draco was puzzled of how she even knew that he had eavesdropped. But then he realised that any powerful witch or wizard can sense magic when it's being sent out. He didn't say anything for a long time, and Corra got up to leave.
"Wait - Mambrioni! It's Malfoy."
"What?" She looked confused.
"My name. It's Malfoy." He attempted a weak smile, losing all of his dignity. Corra winked and said,
"Fine, whatever. Catch ya later. . . Malfoy." And with that, she left the compartment.
Chapter 3: Need Like Users, Hate Like Hitlers.
Draco didn't know what to do. He thought at least if he couldn't have Harry for the moment, then he would at least eavesdrop on his conversations. Why not? He muttered a few quick words to himself and suddenly he could hear all of the conversation in the next carriage.
"Corra, what the hell is that?" Draco guessed that voice to be Ron's. Stupid Ron.
"It's just a CD player. I kinda like Muggle stuff, it's quite cool." The girl answered cheerfully.
"Yeah, she's been contaminating my apartment with it for months." Said Harry, And everyone laughed. Ahh, thought Draco, Harry's voice was like a soft caress on his mind.
"Contaminating? Like hell, you love it really." The girl's accent was very sexy, even to Draco, who hadn't liked anything on girls in years.
"I love it because you love it, Corra." Harry said sweetly, and Draco couldn't take this mushy torture much longer. A quiet moan followed Harry's voice.
"Ew! Get a room you two!" Hermione cried at them.
"That doesn't sound like such a bad idea, actually." There was noise of movement, and then the carriage was silent.
But the door to his carriage was opening.
Corra pried herself off of Harry for a second and told him to find an empty carriage. When he beckoned her to come with him, she declined and said
"Don't worry; I'll catch up in a bit."
As soon as Harry left the small compartment, Corra flounced over to where Draco was sitting.
"Listen, Mallown or whatever your name is, didn't your mother tell you that listening to other peoples' conversations is rude?"
At first, Draco was puzzled of how she even knew that he had eavesdropped. But then he realised that any powerful witch or wizard can sense magic when it's being sent out. He didn't say anything for a long time, and Corra got up to leave.
"Wait - Mambrioni! It's Malfoy."
"What?" She looked confused.
"My name. It's Malfoy." He attempted a weak smile, losing all of his dignity. Corra winked and said,
"Fine, whatever. Catch ya later. . . Malfoy." And with that, she left the compartment.