The team made their way out of the showers at about 5:50, just in time for dinner.
"Locke," said Draco as she was the only girl to exit the large girl's changing room. "Nice to see you clean. You really were starting to smell rather nasty." She smiled. 'God, why does she always have to smile?' he thought. Practice ended at 5:30. Where she found time to shower, dress, dry and curl her hair, and put on her make-up, he had no idea. But it wasn't something that bothered him.
"Thank you Draco. So very kind of you. Escort me to dinner, will you?" she asked, holding out her arm.
"Well, only since you just showered, I guess I will." He replied as he locked his arm in her's.
They walked up to the castle together, and into the Great Hall, where they received several looks, but they quickly vanished when Code #107 of the Malfoy Code of Conduct was used: The death glare, courtesy of Genovius Malfoy, 1764.
"You'll have to teach me that," she said as they sat down at the Slytherin table. Draco raised an eyebrow.
"Well, you'd have to be a Malfoy, but-"
"But ?" she asked with another smile. 'God damned smile!' thought Draco.
"But if you promise not to say you learned from me…"
"Oh, I promise," she said with a laugh. And so, while waiting for the food to arrive, Malfoy taught her the death glare, courtesy of Genovius Malfoy, 1764.
Across the Hall, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were all sitting, waiting for dinner as well.
"School is so terribly boring." Said Hermione with her head resting on her arm.
"What did you just say?" asked Harry. "Did you just say what I think you said? Hermione Granger, declaring that school was boring?"
"Stuff it Potter." She hissed.
"Whoa." Said Ron. "Dude she called you Potter."
"Ugh, you two disgust me!" she said, standing up. "If you don't mind, I have some business to tend to." She walked over to the Slytherin table, where Malfoy was pushing Christina's eyebrows up on her face.
"What's up with her?" Harry asked. Ron shrugged.
"It's this thing called jealousy." Bella began. You see, Miss Hermione over there likes you a lot Harry," Harry blushed and Ron looked heart-broken, "and she thinks that you like me, but we know that's not true, right Harry?" she asked. Harry stared.
"Yes it is." He said
"What?" said Ron and Bella at the same time.
"I do like you. She has every right to be jealous. But that doesn't mean she's not my friend." He added. "Ugh women,"
"Can't live with em'," said Ron
"Can't live without em'," finished Bella with a bright smile. 'Damn women and their smiles' thought Harry and Ron.
"What is Hermione doing anyway?" asked Ron, trying not to sound completely interested in her whereabouts.
"Probably trying to get Malfoy into bed," said Harry.
"Harry!" said Bella.
"Sorry…who knows what she's doing. Maybe she's becoming a Slytherin." He said. They all choked on their food, which had just arrived.
"Somehow," said Bella. "I find that very, very hard to believe," she said as she shot a glance at Hermione across the room slapping Malfoy across the head.
"Well that rules out guess number 1," said Ron with a look of relief on his face.
"Locke," said Draco as she was the only girl to exit the large girl's changing room. "Nice to see you clean. You really were starting to smell rather nasty." She smiled. 'God, why does she always have to smile?' he thought. Practice ended at 5:30. Where she found time to shower, dress, dry and curl her hair, and put on her make-up, he had no idea. But it wasn't something that bothered him.
"Thank you Draco. So very kind of you. Escort me to dinner, will you?" she asked, holding out her arm.
"Well, only since you just showered, I guess I will." He replied as he locked his arm in her's.
They walked up to the castle together, and into the Great Hall, where they received several looks, but they quickly vanished when Code #107 of the Malfoy Code of Conduct was used: The death glare, courtesy of Genovius Malfoy, 1764.
"You'll have to teach me that," she said as they sat down at the Slytherin table. Draco raised an eyebrow.
"Well, you'd have to be a Malfoy, but-"
"But ?" she asked with another smile. 'God damned smile!' thought Draco.
"But if you promise not to say you learned from me…"
"Oh, I promise," she said with a laugh. And so, while waiting for the food to arrive, Malfoy taught her the death glare, courtesy of Genovius Malfoy, 1764.
Across the Hall, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were all sitting, waiting for dinner as well.
"School is so terribly boring." Said Hermione with her head resting on her arm.
"What did you just say?" asked Harry. "Did you just say what I think you said? Hermione Granger, declaring that school was boring?"
"Stuff it Potter." She hissed.
"Whoa." Said Ron. "Dude she called you Potter."
"Ugh, you two disgust me!" she said, standing up. "If you don't mind, I have some business to tend to." She walked over to the Slytherin table, where Malfoy was pushing Christina's eyebrows up on her face.
"What's up with her?" Harry asked. Ron shrugged.
"It's this thing called jealousy." Bella began. You see, Miss Hermione over there likes you a lot Harry," Harry blushed and Ron looked heart-broken, "and she thinks that you like me, but we know that's not true, right Harry?" she asked. Harry stared.
"Yes it is." He said
"What?" said Ron and Bella at the same time.
"I do like you. She has every right to be jealous. But that doesn't mean she's not my friend." He added. "Ugh women,"
"Can't live with em'," said Ron
"Can't live without em'," finished Bella with a bright smile. 'Damn women and their smiles' thought Harry and Ron.
"What is Hermione doing anyway?" asked Ron, trying not to sound completely interested in her whereabouts.
"Probably trying to get Malfoy into bed," said Harry.
"Harry!" said Bella.
"Sorry…who knows what she's doing. Maybe she's becoming a Slytherin." He said. They all choked on their food, which had just arrived.
"Somehow," said Bella. "I find that very, very hard to believe," she said as she shot a glance at Hermione across the room slapping Malfoy across the head.
"Well that rules out guess number 1," said Ron with a look of relief on his face.