"Wake up you stupid little girl! There's work to be done at the tampon factory!" yelled Draco. Christina rolled off the couch in the common room.
"What the hell did you say to me?" she asked, trying to control the mess of hair of her head.
"Nothing…" he said.
"Yes you did. You said something to me, what did you say?" she didn't look like she was in any mood to receive a comment this morning.
"I said there was work to be done at the tampon factory…you stupid little girl." He said this slowly, not sure what would happen.
"And you would say that to me because?" her eyes were watering. 'Oh shit I've done it now,' thought Draco.
"I don't know. I had to wake you up somehow…"
"Oh, so you thought maybe if you were totally inconsiderate, I would wake up and be fine?" she was sobbing into the blanket.
"What the hell? I didn't-" he was trying to figure out what exactly was going on.
"Oh yeah, you didn't mean it!" she screamed. Some Slytherins were gathering around the common room, watching the scene. "You're all the same! Never care! Where are all the decent people in this world?" she was really upset now.
"Look, I don't know what you're on," he began.
"Oh, so I have to be on something to be upset now?" she yelled, cutting him off. She got up and slapped Malfoy.
"Jesus Locke, what the hell is wrong with you?"
"Excuse me everyone, there's work to be done at the tampon factory," she said as she ran upstairs to the girl's dorms, still sobbing.
"Oh, you've done it now, Malfoy," said Warrington.
"What the hell are you talking about Warrington?" he turned around to face the boy.
"You've gone and insulted her womanhood." Said Montague.
"Have you all gone insane?" asked Draco. Just then a group of girls came rushing down the stairs.
"Draco you idiot!" screamed Pansy, in front. They all started smacking him at once.
"Help me!" he yelled, but no one could get to him. When they were finally done, he was on the floor, hands over his face, mumbling profanities. Montague helped him up.
"Dude…you got whipped. How many girls were there anyway Warrington?"
"Oh, about 10 or 20 I'd say."
"Shut up, both of you…I'd like to see you get out of that hormonal craze."
They made their way to the Great Hall, and took their seats at the Slytherin table. Draco looked over at the Gryffindor table. He remembered the talk he had with Hermione the night before. She was buttering toast, and seemed to be rambling about something.
"Yearly commission to Hogwarts: $3,000. 7 Nimbus 2001's to play on house team: $7,000. Seeing the look on Potter's face when Granger insults his dead parents: Priceless." Said Blaise across the table.
"You know, Blaise, I'm actually starting to enjoy your commentary." Said Draco.
"What the hell did you say to me?" she asked, trying to control the mess of hair of her head.
"Nothing…" he said.
"Yes you did. You said something to me, what did you say?" she didn't look like she was in any mood to receive a comment this morning.
"I said there was work to be done at the tampon factory…you stupid little girl." He said this slowly, not sure what would happen.
"And you would say that to me because?" her eyes were watering. 'Oh shit I've done it now,' thought Draco.
"I don't know. I had to wake you up somehow…"
"Oh, so you thought maybe if you were totally inconsiderate, I would wake up and be fine?" she was sobbing into the blanket.
"What the hell? I didn't-" he was trying to figure out what exactly was going on.
"Oh yeah, you didn't mean it!" she screamed. Some Slytherins were gathering around the common room, watching the scene. "You're all the same! Never care! Where are all the decent people in this world?" she was really upset now.
"Look, I don't know what you're on," he began.
"Oh, so I have to be on something to be upset now?" she yelled, cutting him off. She got up and slapped Malfoy.
"Jesus Locke, what the hell is wrong with you?"
"Excuse me everyone, there's work to be done at the tampon factory," she said as she ran upstairs to the girl's dorms, still sobbing.
"Oh, you've done it now, Malfoy," said Warrington.
"What the hell are you talking about Warrington?" he turned around to face the boy.
"You've gone and insulted her womanhood." Said Montague.
"Have you all gone insane?" asked Draco. Just then a group of girls came rushing down the stairs.
"Draco you idiot!" screamed Pansy, in front. They all started smacking him at once.
"Help me!" he yelled, but no one could get to him. When they were finally done, he was on the floor, hands over his face, mumbling profanities. Montague helped him up.
"Dude…you got whipped. How many girls were there anyway Warrington?"
"Oh, about 10 or 20 I'd say."
"Shut up, both of you…I'd like to see you get out of that hormonal craze."
They made their way to the Great Hall, and took their seats at the Slytherin table. Draco looked over at the Gryffindor table. He remembered the talk he had with Hermione the night before. She was buttering toast, and seemed to be rambling about something.
"Yearly commission to Hogwarts: $3,000. 7 Nimbus 2001's to play on house team: $7,000. Seeing the look on Potter's face when Granger insults his dead parents: Priceless." Said Blaise across the table.
"You know, Blaise, I'm actually starting to enjoy your commentary." Said Draco.