"What is?" came a voice from behind them. It was Pansy. They both looked horrified. They wondered how long she'd been standing there.
"That all Slytherins are evil." Bella answered for her.
"Oh," said Pansy. "Well, statistics show 98% are, so I guess it must be true."
"What statistics?" asked Christina.
"Umm. They were in some magazine…" said Pansy.
"Right…" said Christina.
"Tell me Pansy," began Bella. "What do you think of that one?" she pointed at Draco, who was now telling jokes to a large group of Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs.
"Ooh Draco?" she squealed. She stared for a few seconds then said, "I'll have him someday. We're magnetized. Just meant for each other I guess. Adorable, isn't he?" her eyes were still glued to Draco. Christina rolled her eyes.
"Just peachy." Said Bella. "Well, I'm going back to studying. See you at dinner." She said, standing up.
"Oh, I've got Quidditch practice!" said Christina. "I've got to go too. See you later, Pansy!" she yelled as she made her way to the Quidditch pitch. Draco noticed the rest of the team making their way to the field as well.
"Uh, I've got practice. Gotta go…" he said to the group of students. The girls tugged at his robes, but he settled it. "Look, I'll send you all roses tomorrow, please, I can't be late." They let go of his robes immediately. He mumbled a 'goodbye' and was off. "Roses. Yeah right. Draco you are way too smart for your own good." He said to himself as he ran towards the pitch.
When he got there, everyone was on the field.
"Crap…" he said. He ran to get into the changing rooms, but something beat him to it. A shining, black Nimbus 2003. "Ow!" he slammed right into the broomstick.
"Malfoy, you're late…" said a very familiar person standing over him.
"Locke, move that damn broomstick or I'll shove it straight up your-" she covered his mouth.
"Don't say it, Draco, or, I assure you, you won't ever stand again." She told him as she removed her hand from his mouth.
"You think you could take me on?" he smirked, still lying on the ground.
"Malfoy, I could take you on, win, then eat you for dinner."
"Yummy." He replied, putting his hands behind his head.
"Or maybe I'd let Parkinson eat you. You know, her being your future bride and all…"
"What did you say?" the smirk faded off Draco's face.
"It would be the right thing to do…" she continued.
"What are you talking about Locke?" he demanded.
"Ooooh Pannnsssyyy! I'm hoooommmee!" she was laughing hysterically. This time he stood up and started shaking her.
"Alright, alright. Hands off Ricky Retardo," she said. "I was just, umm, emphasizing, you and Pansy's, umm, relationship…"
"I hope you're kidding Locke, because if not, I might not make it off this field alive." He told her.
"Oh, I kid you not Draco." She said. "She told me all about it. The pure magnetism between you two. How you're soul-mates…"
"Ugh, enough…" he was bent over, gagging. She pat him on the back.
"Best of luck with all that Malfoy. I do pray for your children. Oh dear, they will be quiet the lookers, won't they?" she covered her mouth to stop from giggling.
"Don't ever, ever, mention that again Christina. I am most certainly not marrying Parkinson, the dog. In fact, I'm not marrying anyone at all." He declared.
"Really?" she asked. "I thought Mrs. Hermione Malfoy had a nice ring to it." Draco almost actually threw up this time.
"Mud blood Granger? You really are trying to kill me, aren't you?"
"Oh, how did you guess?" she smiled, and then looked at her watch. "It's getting late. Here, let me get that for you…" she pulled her broomstick out of the doorway. "All yours," she said, then she boarded her Nimbus and was off. Draco watched her until she reached the goal posts, then he made his way in to change into his Quidditch robes.
"That all Slytherins are evil." Bella answered for her.
"Oh," said Pansy. "Well, statistics show 98% are, so I guess it must be true."
"What statistics?" asked Christina.
"Umm. They were in some magazine…" said Pansy.
"Right…" said Christina.
"Tell me Pansy," began Bella. "What do you think of that one?" she pointed at Draco, who was now telling jokes to a large group of Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs.
"Ooh Draco?" she squealed. She stared for a few seconds then said, "I'll have him someday. We're magnetized. Just meant for each other I guess. Adorable, isn't he?" her eyes were still glued to Draco. Christina rolled her eyes.
"Just peachy." Said Bella. "Well, I'm going back to studying. See you at dinner." She said, standing up.
"Oh, I've got Quidditch practice!" said Christina. "I've got to go too. See you later, Pansy!" she yelled as she made her way to the Quidditch pitch. Draco noticed the rest of the team making their way to the field as well.
"Uh, I've got practice. Gotta go…" he said to the group of students. The girls tugged at his robes, but he settled it. "Look, I'll send you all roses tomorrow, please, I can't be late." They let go of his robes immediately. He mumbled a 'goodbye' and was off. "Roses. Yeah right. Draco you are way too smart for your own good." He said to himself as he ran towards the pitch.
When he got there, everyone was on the field.
"Crap…" he said. He ran to get into the changing rooms, but something beat him to it. A shining, black Nimbus 2003. "Ow!" he slammed right into the broomstick.
"Malfoy, you're late…" said a very familiar person standing over him.
"Locke, move that damn broomstick or I'll shove it straight up your-" she covered his mouth.
"Don't say it, Draco, or, I assure you, you won't ever stand again." She told him as she removed her hand from his mouth.
"You think you could take me on?" he smirked, still lying on the ground.
"Malfoy, I could take you on, win, then eat you for dinner."
"Yummy." He replied, putting his hands behind his head.
"Or maybe I'd let Parkinson eat you. You know, her being your future bride and all…"
"What did you say?" the smirk faded off Draco's face.
"It would be the right thing to do…" she continued.
"What are you talking about Locke?" he demanded.
"Ooooh Pannnsssyyy! I'm hoooommmee!" she was laughing hysterically. This time he stood up and started shaking her.
"Alright, alright. Hands off Ricky Retardo," she said. "I was just, umm, emphasizing, you and Pansy's, umm, relationship…"
"I hope you're kidding Locke, because if not, I might not make it off this field alive." He told her.
"Oh, I kid you not Draco." She said. "She told me all about it. The pure magnetism between you two. How you're soul-mates…"
"Ugh, enough…" he was bent over, gagging. She pat him on the back.
"Best of luck with all that Malfoy. I do pray for your children. Oh dear, they will be quiet the lookers, won't they?" she covered her mouth to stop from giggling.
"Don't ever, ever, mention that again Christina. I am most certainly not marrying Parkinson, the dog. In fact, I'm not marrying anyone at all." He declared.
"Really?" she asked. "I thought Mrs. Hermione Malfoy had a nice ring to it." Draco almost actually threw up this time.
"Mud blood Granger? You really are trying to kill me, aren't you?"
"Oh, how did you guess?" she smiled, and then looked at her watch. "It's getting late. Here, let me get that for you…" she pulled her broomstick out of the doorway. "All yours," she said, then she boarded her Nimbus and was off. Draco watched her until she reached the goal posts, then he made his way in to change into his Quidditch robes.