I Think I'm Ready Now
Okay, what kind of girl does Malfoy like? Hmmm..who were his past girlfriends/hookupsÉ?
Pansy Parkinson (a regular in the "Big Pimpin' House of Malfoy", as I've heard it referred to) Cho Chang (I had seen her stride into the Dining Hall with her arm intertwined into his Ð much to Harry's dismay Ð just moments before) Hannah Abbot (this had come as much of a surprise to the school what with her good-girl reputation) Missy Parker (the biggest slut in the universe. She was in her seventh year in Ravenclaw and the only reason she was allowed to stay at school besides her frequent sightings by teachers and students alike doing "naughty" things in several different classrooms and dormitories was because of her abundence of O.W.L.s and her ultra-high GPA) And we can't forget that little rumor about him and Professor Umbridge that began floating around the second the first student's foot hit the interior of the Hogwarts Express that September. That one was sure to make the next edition of Hogwarts, A History.There were uncountable other hookups, but those were the major ones. Some smaller girlfriends that lasted at most a week could be Amanda Sherman, the dumbest girl in the universe (17 and in Ginny's class), or Heather Burton, the girl that everyone was in love with despite her age (14) because of her gigantic boobs and ass.
I personally admired Hannah Abbot's fiasco with Malfoy. She was the girl that no one would ever expect to be with a guy like Malfoy. But, even so, she had the longest relationship that anyone had ever had with him (three months. I know, quite a time). It made you think that maybe there was a different Malfoy behind all that sex, drugs, and alchohal.
So, that was settled, my approach would be the Hannah Abbot/porn star librarian approach.
Sounded good to me.
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I didn't bother to go down to breakfast at all that morning. I shot like I was on speed (Malfoy had a little infatuation with the drug just last year) up to Lavender and Parvati's room. They were known for skipping breakfast as they felt it was the fattiest and least important meal of the day which, let me tell you, is further from the truth than you could imagine.
Anyway, I burst into their room and said immediately, "I need clothes!"
The two girls just stood there for a minute, blinking. Parvati's eyeliner was still floating in the air, attached to her hand which was poised to start drawing around her eyeball any minute now. Lavender was in the middle of getting off her bed and reaching for a magazine that was lying on her bureau.
Finally Parvati spoke.
"What?" she said quietly, putting down her eyeliner.
"Sorry, I was in a bit of a hurry," I said apologettically, regaining my breath. "I was just wondering if I could borrow some clothes of yours?" I looked hopefully from Parvati to Lavender.
"And may I inquire as to the reason?" Lavender asked, quoting one of her favorite Muggle movies.
"Ummm.." should I tell them? I wondered to myself. Maybe. On the upside, they could help me out, on the downside, they could tease me about my little crush or Lavender could feel offended by who the boy was that I liked Ð she had hooked up with him earlier that year and it had ended in a big mess.
"UmmmÉit's for a boy," I finally responded, suddenly very interested in a smudge on my shoe.
"Oooohhhh! A boy!" Lavender and Parvati both said in unison.
"Who is it?" Lavender pressed.
"I bet it's Harry," Parvati said, a smug smile spreading across her face.
"Okay, it's definitely not Harry!" I cried, my cheeks reddening. "Could you two just help me out? I don't have a lot of time."
"Okay, okay," Parvati gave in, rummaging through her bureau.
Lavender did the same and soon the room was flooded with clothes of all shapes and sizes.
"This might look good," Parvati said, examining a black mini-skirt.
"No, this is definatly something you should wear," Lavender exclaimed, jumping over heaps of clothing to reach me. She held up a pink tee-shirt with the words "I did Justin three times" written in black letters across the front.
"What the hell?!" I cried, snatching the shirt from Lavender's hands and tossing it roughly aside. "I have never had sex with Justin Finch-Fletchley!"
"Whoa," Lavender said, picking up the shirt and putting it away. "Don't get your panties in a twist. Justin Timberlake is an American Muggle popstar."
"So explain to me why I want to wear a tee-shirt that announces to the world that I've slept with him when I most certainly have not?" I asked, annoyed.
"It's called a joke," Lavender said, knocking on my head with her knuckles. "Hello, everything alright up there? Jeez, where's your sense of humor."
"Leave her alone, Lavender," Parvati said, waltzing over to me, her arms draped in clothing. "Now, let's go through these
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