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place. I am doing my best to be more aware of what I'm writing.
Here comes the next chapter..
*~*Chapter 9: Pansy-Bald and Beautiful*~*
Back in the work room, Pansy was in the bathroom staring at her face in the mirror. "You look absolutely disastrous my dear," said the mirror. Pansy had to keep from smashing it to bits right then and there. She took out her wand and looked at her long blond locks.then pointed her wand to her scalp and whispered a charm. Starting from her hairline, her hair began to disappear..
*~*
"Hey, Potter," said Draco as he sat on the floor magically gluing knuts to the floor," do you think it's possible for someone to be in love with someone else and not even know it?"
Harry, back in his contemplative slouch on the sofa, leaned forward, " in this life, there are nothing but possibilities."
"Hmm." said Draco. " That's good because I have to tell Hermione I love her by 1:37."
"That, Draco, is an excellent time."
At that moment, Pansy emerged from the bathroom and began to put her things into her locker. Draco looked a bit shocked, then quickly regained his composure. "Hey Pans, you did have hair when you went in there right?"
Pansy turned around with a smirk. "Yeah, it's still in the sink if you want to glue it." Pansy looked at the floor where there were several knuts and sickles glued. "Hey Harry, is it true you committed the perfect crime? The boy who lived to be infinitely great?"
" Not entirely perfect," said Harry as he continued to shift around on the couch.
Pansy adjusted her sweatshirt. As she pulled on one of the sleeves, Draco noticed a flash of a bandage on her wrist.
'Dammit,' thought Draco, as he got up to follow her out to the store.
" Potter, did you see that?" Harry just mumbled something as he tried to get comfortable with both legs dangling off the sides of the couch and his head shoved between the cushions.
"Pansy! Hey!" Draco caught up to her. "Wait a minute," he said as he grabbed hold of her arm." What's with you today?"
"Bad hair day," said Pansy with a shrug. She tried to pull her arm out of Draco's grip, but he was far stronger than her.
"No Pans, I mean this," said Draco as he pulled up the arm of her sweatshirt to reveal a white bandage on her wrist. "What is this, huh? What happened?"
Pansy pulled back her arm, anger seeping through every pore on her body, "You know, I went to rock 'n' roll heaven and I wasn't on the guest list. Now please move, I have to get to work." She gave a final yank and stormed off into the main part of the store.
Draco ran after her and grabbed her arm and spun her around. "NO. Now you tell me what is going on. We have been through too much shit for you start pulling this bullshit on me now."
"I decided I wanted to kill myself rather than meet Gilderoy Lockhart in pop-star form. Now, excuse me, I'm going."
Draco tightened his grip. "No Pansy, listen to me. This isn't funny, I'm not joking. I'm not gonna let you go out there until you tell me what's going on!"
Pansy struggled to get free from his grip. "Mind you own business Draco."
As Pansy continued to struggle with Draco, Harry emerged carrying one of the couch cushions under his arm. He went up to Draco and pried him from Pansy. "Malfoy, she's fine. She's amazing."
Pansy straightened herself up, "Thanks Potter." She walked out of the back offices and into the main store, careful to slam the door as loud as possible.
Harry took Draco aside who was fuming. "Malfoy, she's in the store. She's gonna be ok."
Draco shrugged Harry's hand off his shoulder. "What is with you today? Yesterday you were normal, today you're like Dumbledore on too many muggle sweets, spouting off all this philosophical jargon. What's with you today?"
Harry leaned against the wall and examined his couch cushion. "What's with today, today?"
"I dunno," said Draco, a bit taken aback by Harry's answer..or question.
Here comes the next chapter..
*~*Chapter 9: Pansy-Bald and Beautiful*~*
Back in the work room, Pansy was in the bathroom staring at her face in the mirror. "You look absolutely disastrous my dear," said the mirror. Pansy had to keep from smashing it to bits right then and there. She took out her wand and looked at her long blond locks.then pointed her wand to her scalp and whispered a charm. Starting from her hairline, her hair began to disappear..
*~*
"Hey, Potter," said Draco as he sat on the floor magically gluing knuts to the floor," do you think it's possible for someone to be in love with someone else and not even know it?"
Harry, back in his contemplative slouch on the sofa, leaned forward, " in this life, there are nothing but possibilities."
"Hmm." said Draco. " That's good because I have to tell Hermione I love her by 1:37."
"That, Draco, is an excellent time."
At that moment, Pansy emerged from the bathroom and began to put her things into her locker. Draco looked a bit shocked, then quickly regained his composure. "Hey Pans, you did have hair when you went in there right?"
Pansy turned around with a smirk. "Yeah, it's still in the sink if you want to glue it." Pansy looked at the floor where there were several knuts and sickles glued. "Hey Harry, is it true you committed the perfect crime? The boy who lived to be infinitely great?"
" Not entirely perfect," said Harry as he continued to shift around on the couch.
Pansy adjusted her sweatshirt. As she pulled on one of the sleeves, Draco noticed a flash of a bandage on her wrist.
'Dammit,' thought Draco, as he got up to follow her out to the store.
" Potter, did you see that?" Harry just mumbled something as he tried to get comfortable with both legs dangling off the sides of the couch and his head shoved between the cushions.
"Pansy! Hey!" Draco caught up to her. "Wait a minute," he said as he grabbed hold of her arm." What's with you today?"
"Bad hair day," said Pansy with a shrug. She tried to pull her arm out of Draco's grip, but he was far stronger than her.
"No Pans, I mean this," said Draco as he pulled up the arm of her sweatshirt to reveal a white bandage on her wrist. "What is this, huh? What happened?"
Pansy pulled back her arm, anger seeping through every pore on her body, "You know, I went to rock 'n' roll heaven and I wasn't on the guest list. Now please move, I have to get to work." She gave a final yank and stormed off into the main part of the store.
Draco ran after her and grabbed her arm and spun her around. "NO. Now you tell me what is going on. We have been through too much shit for you start pulling this bullshit on me now."
"I decided I wanted to kill myself rather than meet Gilderoy Lockhart in pop-star form. Now, excuse me, I'm going."
Draco tightened his grip. "No Pansy, listen to me. This isn't funny, I'm not joking. I'm not gonna let you go out there until you tell me what's going on!"
Pansy struggled to get free from his grip. "Mind you own business Draco."
As Pansy continued to struggle with Draco, Harry emerged carrying one of the couch cushions under his arm. He went up to Draco and pried him from Pansy. "Malfoy, she's fine. She's amazing."
Pansy straightened herself up, "Thanks Potter." She walked out of the back offices and into the main store, careful to slam the door as loud as possible.
Harry took Draco aside who was fuming. "Malfoy, she's in the store. She's gonna be ok."
Draco shrugged Harry's hand off his shoulder. "What is with you today? Yesterday you were normal, today you're like Dumbledore on too many muggle sweets, spouting off all this philosophical jargon. What's with you today?"
Harry leaned against the wall and examined his couch cushion. "What's with today, today?"
"I dunno," said Draco, a bit taken aback by Harry's answer..or question.