I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY EXCEPT FADEY. FADEY IS MINE!!!!!!! evil cackle
Sorry about the other chapters but this is my first fan fic so I really didn't know what to do
Chapter 8
Of Hair and Rubber Cement
The next days went by without hitch. Every day Draco greeted Fadey with a "Sup" and the whole muggle lingo conversation would take place again but without Weasly (well, most of the time). Along with conversation came the ritual hair petting.
"Your hair's sticky," she would tell him. Satisfaction would spread over his face.
"Thank you. I've achieved my goal for the day. I'm going back to bed." Then they would laugh their heads off and cause unsuspecting passerby's to stare at them like they were insane, which they were.
On this particular morning, Fadey was sitting by the library reading her new book Life Sucks: The Harry Potter Story, when Draco walked up. Fadey started her normal morning routine. She placed her hand on top of his head and said, as usual, You're hair's sticky."
Fadey went to take her hand off of his head, as she didn't want to have to spend the entire day looking as though she were petting her dog, but when she tried, it wouldn't come off.
"Um…. What did you use for hair gel this morning?" she inquisitised (yes there's that word again. It means questioned you idiots) nervously.
"Rubber cement, why," Draco replied offhandedly.
"BECAUSE, YOU IDIOT, MY HAND IS STUCK TO YOUR INCREADIBLY STICKY HEAD!!!" she screamed. The unsuspecting passerby's stared as usual, but this time the looked at them like they were insane crazed murderers, which Fadey was on the verge of being.
"Are you going to kill me?" Draco asked in a frightened puppy voice.
"No. I don't really want to walk around all day with a dead corps hanging off of my hand. We're just gonna have to figure this out." They made their way to their first class, Transfiguration. As the pair of then waltzed in, the class burst into fits of uncontrollable sniggers. Fadey and Draco acted as though they hadn't heard a thing and took their usual seats at the back of the room.
"Ms. Kostal," McGonagal retorted in a high pitched bark, able to get the attention of anyone and anything in a five mile radius. "I must ask you to please remove your hand from Malfoy's head."
"Believe me, I would if I could, but I can't," Fadey said in an exasperated voice. Draco nodded en agreement. "Stop it my hand is already asleep"
"Well what do you propose we do?" demanded Draco, looking murderous.
"I don't know but another problem has come onto our hands," Fadey said nervously.
"And what is that?"
"I have to go to the bathroom"