"Draco, let's go!" Harry yelled.
"Fine..." Draco followed dragging his feet.
"Do you want to stay female?" Harry pouted.
"No, but I don't want to study when it's finally Friday night...I could go out for a snog, but, alas! Golden boy wants me to himself- or should I say 'Golden girl'?"
"Very funny, Malfoy, but by the way you're acting, I'd have to say you enjoy being a girl- or maybe you've always been one and were just wishing for a larger bust?" Harry spat.
"Very funny," Draco glowered, his face red.
"I know, hilarious aren't I?" Harry smiled opening the double doors to the library.
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"This is pointless!" Draco yelled.
Madam Pince looked up, "Time to shut it up. Get to bed," she said, picking up her keys with a jingle.
"Fine," Harry sighed, thinking they must've spent the whole night reading every book there was on potions gone awry and transfiguration.
"None of these are very helpful," Draco said, tossing them to the woman.
"Then perhaps you're looking in the wrong place?"
"Let's go, Malfoy," Harry said before Draco could get them in trouble with his smart mouth.
"Baka..." Draco said to the portrait of the lovers enthralled at each other, "BA-"
Harry through a hand over Draco's mouth, "Don't yell it!"
Draco decided to follow Harry's command and, instead, kicked the painting, "I ‡said‡ baka," said the blond in a cheery voice.
"Fine!" Romeo barked, swinging open.
In the floor sat Hermione in her nightgown and Ron in a pair of pajamas that were five times to big and obviously once belonged to Charlie or Bill, maybe both.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Draco spat.
"We came to make sure this was a suitible place to sleep- or even live," Ron grinned.
"How would you know what that is, Weasel?" Draco snapped, climbing in the portrait hole.
Ron started to say something, but was cut off by Hermione, "Anyway, Harry..."
"That's great!" Harry beamed, "I still haven't figured out what to do, but I'm getting there..."
"No you're not- face it, Potter, we're cursed for life. DAMN ALL FEMALES TO HELL!" Draco roared, picking out a nightgown and disappearing into the bathroom.
"He won't be out until we fall asleep," Draco heard Harry say, then that damn Weasel said something, making them all laugh.
He brushed his teeth, rinsed, spat, and took out his brush- no matter whether he was male or female, he did this routine. Fifty brushes on each side to keep his white-blonde hair shiny and silky.
He could imagine the look on Potter's face if he found out.
By the time he was done, everyone was asleep.
A grin creapt over his face and he pulled out the ultimate weapon- a black magic marker.
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Ron woke up, stretching. His back ached from sleeping on the floor, but other than that, he'd slept well.
He poked Hermione who'd slept on the floor, too.
She rolled face up and Ron laughed.
"What's so funny..?" she asked, her eyes fluttering open, giving out a loud laugh.
"Hermi, you've got pen on your face," Ron said, taking in the moving picture- it was a stick figure girl being repeatedly kicked in what he guessed was the shin.
"Er...you do too...." Hermione traced the immobile words 'Suitible enough for you?'
"MALFOY!" Ron yelled.
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"Fine..." Draco followed dragging his feet.
"Do you want to stay female?" Harry pouted.
"No, but I don't want to study when it's finally Friday night...I could go out for a snog, but, alas! Golden boy wants me to himself- or should I say 'Golden girl'?"
"Very funny, Malfoy, but by the way you're acting, I'd have to say you enjoy being a girl- or maybe you've always been one and were just wishing for a larger bust?" Harry spat.
"Very funny," Draco glowered, his face red.
"I know, hilarious aren't I?" Harry smiled opening the double doors to the library.
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"This is pointless!" Draco yelled.
Madam Pince looked up, "Time to shut it up. Get to bed," she said, picking up her keys with a jingle.
"Fine," Harry sighed, thinking they must've spent the whole night reading every book there was on potions gone awry and transfiguration.
"None of these are very helpful," Draco said, tossing them to the woman.
"Then perhaps you're looking in the wrong place?"
"Let's go, Malfoy," Harry said before Draco could get them in trouble with his smart mouth.
"Baka..." Draco said to the portrait of the lovers enthralled at each other, "BA-"
Harry through a hand over Draco's mouth, "Don't yell it!"
Draco decided to follow Harry's command and, instead, kicked the painting, "I ‡said‡ baka," said the blond in a cheery voice.
"Fine!" Romeo barked, swinging open.
In the floor sat Hermione in her nightgown and Ron in a pair of pajamas that were five times to big and obviously once belonged to Charlie or Bill, maybe both.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Draco spat.
"We came to make sure this was a suitible place to sleep- or even live," Ron grinned.
"How would you know what that is, Weasel?" Draco snapped, climbing in the portrait hole.
Ron started to say something, but was cut off by Hermione, "Anyway, Harry..."
"That's great!" Harry beamed, "I still haven't figured out what to do, but I'm getting there..."
"No you're not- face it, Potter, we're cursed for life. DAMN ALL FEMALES TO HELL!" Draco roared, picking out a nightgown and disappearing into the bathroom.
"He won't be out until we fall asleep," Draco heard Harry say, then that damn Weasel said something, making them all laugh.
He brushed his teeth, rinsed, spat, and took out his brush- no matter whether he was male or female, he did this routine. Fifty brushes on each side to keep his white-blonde hair shiny and silky.
He could imagine the look on Potter's face if he found out.
By the time he was done, everyone was asleep.
A grin creapt over his face and he pulled out the ultimate weapon- a black magic marker.
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Ron woke up, stretching. His back ached from sleeping on the floor, but other than that, he'd slept well.
He poked Hermione who'd slept on the floor, too.
She rolled face up and Ron laughed.
"What's so funny..?" she asked, her eyes fluttering open, giving out a loud laugh.
"Hermi, you've got pen on your face," Ron said, taking in the moving picture- it was a stick figure girl being repeatedly kicked in what he guessed was the shin.
"Er...you do too...." Hermione traced the immobile words 'Suitible enough for you?'
"MALFOY!" Ron yelled.
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