Disclaimer: I do not own anything dealing with Harry Potter, or anything
that the magnificent J.K. Rowling has created for our amusement.
A/N: I want to say sorry for taking so long for my updates.
"Oh no, oh no, oh my gosh!" cried Malya, jumping out of her bed. Her alarm had failed to go off that Saturday morning, which made her mad. She was supposed to meet Alison for Quidditch practice.
"Draconis Lucius Malfoy!" she cried, rushing into the common room that they shared. She was wearing her puppy dog pajamas and her hair was everywhere. "Get your pompous butt out here!" she cried. Draco came walking down the stairs elegantly, clothes freshly pressed, though his hair was not yet plastered to his hair yet. It did, however, appear to be very neatly combed. He was finishing straightening his tie when he saw her and smiled.
"Hey, dirty Harry. Cruella De Ville out of town?" he snickered.
"You unplugged my alarm again, didn't you, you little worm?" she cried.
"At least it wasn't on a school day like the last time." He smiled as he wistfully thought of two days earlier, when he had unplugged it and she was almost late for their Flying class. "It was fun to watch you run down the pitch, waving your broom over your head."
"Oh, hilarious," said Malya.
"Anyway, you were asking for it, after that little stunt you pulled with my hair gel yesterday," Draco spat. Malya thought about it and chuckled lightly to herself.
"I still can't believe you fell for that," she smiled. "The glue in the gel container is one of the oldest tricks in the book." Then, she sobered as she remembered the reason why she had called him down. "But that's not the point, Malfoy. You shouldn't have done this again!"
"I won't ever bother you again if you just stay out of my way and away from my hair products!" he called furiously.
"No need for that if you continuously pull this little stunt!" cried Malya.
"What makes you so sure it was even me?" barked Draco. "After all, what guy can do that with his hands glued to his head? I tell you, it isn't easy ungluing them with just your elbows. I had to call Crabbe and Goyle to help me and then swear them to secrecy via cheesecake." He stormed back up the stairs.
"Wait a minute, Mr., I'm not through with you yet, you jerk!" called Malya, following him.
"Well, I'm through with you, you old hag!" grumbled Draco. With that, he slammed his door in her face.
"Ahhhh!" she cried, beating on the door. She turned and stormed off to her bedroom once again.
"Are you sure you're all right, Malya?" asked Crystal as she walked with her cousin onto the pitch.
"I'm just peachy," grumbled Malya. They looked up into the air to find that the rest of the team, save Draco, was already practicing.
"Where's Draco?" asked Crystal when she only saw five figures flying above them.
"Don't worry about him," smiled Malya. "I'm sure he's having a RED hot time all by himself."
"MALYA!" Dracos voice erupted throughout the pitch. She turned, a big smile plastered all over her face. Crystals mouth dropped when she saw Draco running out onto the field, his hair covered with red blotches, as well as his teeth.
"Did you say something, Draco?" Malya asked innocently.
"What did you do?" he roared, pointing to his hair and his teeth.
"Why, Draco, what makes you so certain it was ME?" smiled Malya. "How could I do such a thing when I was too busy resetting my clock and getting ready for Quidditch practice?"
"Okay, I let that glue incident slide, but this," pointing to his hair and teeth, "is just out of control."
"Oh, calm down, Pratty McPrat," sighed Malya. "It'll all wash out again. All you have to do is wash your hair again and brush your teeth again."
"Now you're pushing it because Quidditch practice is right now! What am I supposed to do?"
"Well, you could do one of two things," said Malya. "Either a) deal with it and threaten to beat up the first person who makes fun of you, or b) pray that the team doesn't mistake you for a Gryffendor who is trying to steal our teams moves."
"We aren't finished yet," grumbled Draco. He pulled the hood from his Quidditch robes over his head, mounted his broom, and kicked off the ground.
"I thought you were going to control yourself," mumbled Crystal after Draco had left.
"I'm sorry, Crystal, but he continues to egg me. He deserves everything that I do to him."
"That may be true, Malya, but now you're turning into someone just like him. Malya, pretty soon, I won't be able to tell you apart from any other Malfoy!" Malya sighed and nodded.
"I suppose you're right," she said. "I'll try and control myself, though it will not be easy."
"Good Malya," said Crystal, patting her cousin on the head. "Now, go practice and save those goals." Malya kicked off the ground and took off. What none of them saw were the eyes staring at them from underneath the stands near the Slytherin tower.
A/N: I want to say sorry for taking so long for my updates.
"Oh no, oh no, oh my gosh!" cried Malya, jumping out of her bed. Her alarm had failed to go off that Saturday morning, which made her mad. She was supposed to meet Alison for Quidditch practice.
"Draconis Lucius Malfoy!" she cried, rushing into the common room that they shared. She was wearing her puppy dog pajamas and her hair was everywhere. "Get your pompous butt out here!" she cried. Draco came walking down the stairs elegantly, clothes freshly pressed, though his hair was not yet plastered to his hair yet. It did, however, appear to be very neatly combed. He was finishing straightening his tie when he saw her and smiled.
"Hey, dirty Harry. Cruella De Ville out of town?" he snickered.
"You unplugged my alarm again, didn't you, you little worm?" she cried.
"At least it wasn't on a school day like the last time." He smiled as he wistfully thought of two days earlier, when he had unplugged it and she was almost late for their Flying class. "It was fun to watch you run down the pitch, waving your broom over your head."
"Oh, hilarious," said Malya.
"Anyway, you were asking for it, after that little stunt you pulled with my hair gel yesterday," Draco spat. Malya thought about it and chuckled lightly to herself.
"I still can't believe you fell for that," she smiled. "The glue in the gel container is one of the oldest tricks in the book." Then, she sobered as she remembered the reason why she had called him down. "But that's not the point, Malfoy. You shouldn't have done this again!"
"I won't ever bother you again if you just stay out of my way and away from my hair products!" he called furiously.
"No need for that if you continuously pull this little stunt!" cried Malya.
"What makes you so sure it was even me?" barked Draco. "After all, what guy can do that with his hands glued to his head? I tell you, it isn't easy ungluing them with just your elbows. I had to call Crabbe and Goyle to help me and then swear them to secrecy via cheesecake." He stormed back up the stairs.
"Wait a minute, Mr., I'm not through with you yet, you jerk!" called Malya, following him.
"Well, I'm through with you, you old hag!" grumbled Draco. With that, he slammed his door in her face.
"Ahhhh!" she cried, beating on the door. She turned and stormed off to her bedroom once again.
"Are you sure you're all right, Malya?" asked Crystal as she walked with her cousin onto the pitch.
"I'm just peachy," grumbled Malya. They looked up into the air to find that the rest of the team, save Draco, was already practicing.
"Where's Draco?" asked Crystal when she only saw five figures flying above them.
"Don't worry about him," smiled Malya. "I'm sure he's having a RED hot time all by himself."
"MALYA!" Dracos voice erupted throughout the pitch. She turned, a big smile plastered all over her face. Crystals mouth dropped when she saw Draco running out onto the field, his hair covered with red blotches, as well as his teeth.
"Did you say something, Draco?" Malya asked innocently.
"What did you do?" he roared, pointing to his hair and his teeth.
"Why, Draco, what makes you so certain it was ME?" smiled Malya. "How could I do such a thing when I was too busy resetting my clock and getting ready for Quidditch practice?"
"Okay, I let that glue incident slide, but this," pointing to his hair and teeth, "is just out of control."
"Oh, calm down, Pratty McPrat," sighed Malya. "It'll all wash out again. All you have to do is wash your hair again and brush your teeth again."
"Now you're pushing it because Quidditch practice is right now! What am I supposed to do?"
"Well, you could do one of two things," said Malya. "Either a) deal with it and threaten to beat up the first person who makes fun of you, or b) pray that the team doesn't mistake you for a Gryffendor who is trying to steal our teams moves."
"We aren't finished yet," grumbled Draco. He pulled the hood from his Quidditch robes over his head, mounted his broom, and kicked off the ground.
"I thought you were going to control yourself," mumbled Crystal after Draco had left.
"I'm sorry, Crystal, but he continues to egg me. He deserves everything that I do to him."
"That may be true, Malya, but now you're turning into someone just like him. Malya, pretty soon, I won't be able to tell you apart from any other Malfoy!" Malya sighed and nodded.
"I suppose you're right," she said. "I'll try and control myself, though it will not be easy."
"Good Malya," said Crystal, patting her cousin on the head. "Now, go practice and save those goals." Malya kicked off the ground and took off. What none of them saw were the eyes staring at them from underneath the stands near the Slytherin tower.