"I don't get it…" he said to Crabbe and Goyle later in the hall. "She was ready to strangle me and burn me at the stake this morning, and then all the sudden she's Mary-Sunshine again in Potions."
"Maybe she's sick," said Crabbe.
"Or has multiple personalities," said Goyle.
"You see boys? This is precisely why I will never get married. Women are the most complicated things in the world." He said to them. Referring to women as 'things' wasn't new to him either, it being stated in the Malfoy Code of Conduct, #312, courtesy of Habius Malfoy, 1867. They pondered what could possibly be wrong with her until they arrived at the Great Hall for lunch.
"Where's Hermione?" asked Ron, once again trying not to sound too interested in her.
"Probably still at Madam Pomfrey's. Man did she get an ass-whooping today." Said Harry with a smile.
"Snape really should have stopped it though," said Bella. "I mean, everybody knew who was gonna win that one."
"Well, not necessarily." Said Ron. "At one point, when Hermione had kicked Christina in the stomach, I thought she a chance, but when Christina came back with that whiplash move on Hermione's neck, I considered her as good as dead." Harry and Bella laughed.
"Maybe she'll stop messing with my parents now," said Harry.
"I don't know what that's all about." Said Ron. "Really weird of her. Maybe it has something to do with her talking to Malfoy yesterday."
"Who knows…" said Bella. "She did deserve what she got though. Calling Christina a slut! Where does she get off?"
"Well, Bella, I mean, Hermione's a Gryffindor, and Christina's a Slytherin. It's just their nature. This rivalry between the houses has been going on since day 1 of Hogwarts. I don't think it'll ever end." Said Ron.
"Probably not," said Harry, shooting a glance at Malfoy. "I hope not." He added. Bella looked over at Draco as well.
"Oh, you guys'll be friends someday," she said, and Harry and Ron choked.
"Yeah, and Dumbledore will act white, too." Said Dean Thomas next to Harry. They all looked up at Dumbledore, who was wearing a doo-rag on his head and a necklace that said "Numba 1 Stunna" in diamonds.
"There's always hope…" said Bella, taking a forkful of mashed potatoes.
"God, I'm starving…" said Christina as she sat down next to Draco at lunch. She made herself a plate of food and began eating.
"Enjoy that mud blood bash, did you Christina?" asked Draco.
"I see we're on first name terms again, Draco." She replied.
"I will never figure your kind out."
"Don't even tell me what you mean by 'your kind'. I am just starting to like you again."
"I feel so loved. Like a kitten in a warm ray of sunshine!"
"Don't get sarcastic either. I'll pull a Granger on you…" she smiled. 'Damn smile!'
"Oh, that the new lingo, is it?" he turned away.
"Yes…and you don't have to look the other way every time you smile. I don't bite. Hard…" Draco spit out his juice. "Ugh, you and your spitting," she said as she wiped off her arm. "That Malfoy charm all the girls talk about…" She knew it was a mistake to say this. He smirked.
"What Malfoy charm that all the girls are talking about?" he asked, with the same hungry expression on his face he had during Potions.
"Nothing. Never mind. Forget I said it. I don't need your ego growing even larger."
"You've already told me anyway. I knew they loved the evil kind."
"As a matter of fact, they don't love the 'evil kind'. They like you better when you're quiet. Which means you have no charm whatsoever, just good looks…Oh no, I didn't say that, did I?"
"Ha! I knew it! None of you can resist. I'm just too damn adorable."
"I've created a monster."
"No, you can blame my parents for that one…and speak of the devils…here's the mail."
"Maybe she's sick," said Crabbe.
"Or has multiple personalities," said Goyle.
"You see boys? This is precisely why I will never get married. Women are the most complicated things in the world." He said to them. Referring to women as 'things' wasn't new to him either, it being stated in the Malfoy Code of Conduct, #312, courtesy of Habius Malfoy, 1867. They pondered what could possibly be wrong with her until they arrived at the Great Hall for lunch.
"Where's Hermione?" asked Ron, once again trying not to sound too interested in her.
"Probably still at Madam Pomfrey's. Man did she get an ass-whooping today." Said Harry with a smile.
"Snape really should have stopped it though," said Bella. "I mean, everybody knew who was gonna win that one."
"Well, not necessarily." Said Ron. "At one point, when Hermione had kicked Christina in the stomach, I thought she a chance, but when Christina came back with that whiplash move on Hermione's neck, I considered her as good as dead." Harry and Bella laughed.
"Maybe she'll stop messing with my parents now," said Harry.
"I don't know what that's all about." Said Ron. "Really weird of her. Maybe it has something to do with her talking to Malfoy yesterday."
"Who knows…" said Bella. "She did deserve what she got though. Calling Christina a slut! Where does she get off?"
"Well, Bella, I mean, Hermione's a Gryffindor, and Christina's a Slytherin. It's just their nature. This rivalry between the houses has been going on since day 1 of Hogwarts. I don't think it'll ever end." Said Ron.
"Probably not," said Harry, shooting a glance at Malfoy. "I hope not." He added. Bella looked over at Draco as well.
"Oh, you guys'll be friends someday," she said, and Harry and Ron choked.
"Yeah, and Dumbledore will act white, too." Said Dean Thomas next to Harry. They all looked up at Dumbledore, who was wearing a doo-rag on his head and a necklace that said "Numba 1 Stunna" in diamonds.
"There's always hope…" said Bella, taking a forkful of mashed potatoes.
"God, I'm starving…" said Christina as she sat down next to Draco at lunch. She made herself a plate of food and began eating.
"Enjoy that mud blood bash, did you Christina?" asked Draco.
"I see we're on first name terms again, Draco." She replied.
"I will never figure your kind out."
"Don't even tell me what you mean by 'your kind'. I am just starting to like you again."
"I feel so loved. Like a kitten in a warm ray of sunshine!"
"Don't get sarcastic either. I'll pull a Granger on you…" she smiled. 'Damn smile!'
"Oh, that the new lingo, is it?" he turned away.
"Yes…and you don't have to look the other way every time you smile. I don't bite. Hard…" Draco spit out his juice. "Ugh, you and your spitting," she said as she wiped off her arm. "That Malfoy charm all the girls talk about…" She knew it was a mistake to say this. He smirked.
"What Malfoy charm that all the girls are talking about?" he asked, with the same hungry expression on his face he had during Potions.
"Nothing. Never mind. Forget I said it. I don't need your ego growing even larger."
"You've already told me anyway. I knew they loved the evil kind."
"As a matter of fact, they don't love the 'evil kind'. They like you better when you're quiet. Which means you have no charm whatsoever, just good looks…Oh no, I didn't say that, did I?"
"Ha! I knew it! None of you can resist. I'm just too damn adorable."
"I've created a monster."
"No, you can blame my parents for that one…and speak of the devils…here's the mail."