CHAPTER EIGHT
After the dramatic exit of Draco at the dinner, things did cool down considerably. It wasn't until Georgia dragged herself back to the cabin after everyone had said goodnight that things heated up again.
Draco had gone straight back to cabin three after he deposited the lovely Pavlova dessert Chelsea had made onto the table. Pansy had followed soon after but Georgia had decided to hang around a little longer, not wanting to get in Pansy's way again.
As Georgia entered the cabin, she was glad to see everything was dark and quiet. She navigated her way blindly to her room, taking her pyjamas from the floor where she had thrown them and tiptoed to the bathroom to prepare for bed. She could hear Draco turning over in his sleep and was glad she had been saved a confrontation with the Slytherine pair.
Georgia went back to her room in the darkness and puled back the unmade sheets on her bed. That was when she noticed her bed wasn't empty. Pansy was sleeping soundly, her mouth open and drooling slightly on the pillow. Her chubby hands were clasped together and she was curled into a little ball.
"Pansy!" Georgia whispered, prodding the sleeping girl in the back.
Pansy snored on.
"Pansy!" she whispered, this time a little bit louder.
Pansy rolled over, clearly awake but pretending to be asleep.
"Pansy, get out of my bed right now!" Georgia said, ripping the sheets away from the girl but she faked on.
Georgia had had enough. She was tired and wanted her bed but she wasn't in the mood for a fight. Georgia decided to enlist the help of Draco.
Georgia marched into the wizard's bedroom and flicked the switch, flooding the room with light. Draco rolled over and put a hand to his face, shielding his eyes from the instant glare.
"Is it morning already?" he asked groggily.
"No it is not bloody morning. It is just after midnight." Georgia said, moving into his room.
"Georgia?" Draco asked, "What are you doing in here?"
His eyes had adjusted to the light and he sat up in bed staring at Georgia who stood fuming beside his bed in a vision of pink pyjamas.
"I'm here because that bitch is in my bed and I want her out!" Georgia seethed.
"What?" Draco asked, obviously not very quick on the uptake wile he was half asleep, "Tell pansy to get out then."
"I tried! She's pretending to be asleep!" Georgia cried, throwing her hands in the air in frustration.
"What do you want me to do about it?" Draco asked, sinking lower into his bed, wanting to go back to sleep.
"Go in there and haul her ass out! Tell her to sleep on the pullout like she was meant to! She won't listen to me." Georgia insisted.
"Can't you just sleep on the pull-out?" Draco pleaded.
Georgia, who was beyond acting mature in the wee hours of the morning, stamped her foot in a tantrum and pointed to the door. Draco groaned and rolled out of bed, padding barefoot across the hall to Pansy. Georgia followed him out and waited on the already made up pullout bed.
Five minutes past and Draco came trudging out of Georgia's room with a scowl deeply implanted on his face. Georgia stood up, expecting to see Pansy follow but no one came. Draco went back into his room and resurfaced a moment later with his doona wrapped around his shoulders. He silently pulled off the pullout's blanket and handed it to Georgia before falling onto the uncomfortable bed.
"What are you doing?" Georgia asked, perplexed at the situation.
"Pansy isn't moving and I'm tired so take my bed, I'll sleep here tonight." Draco mumbled, pulling the doona up to his ears.
Georgia stood for a moment, wondering if she heard right. It wasn't until Draco told her to go away that she shrugged her shoulders and went into Draco's room. As soon as her head hit the pillow she was out like a light.
X
Georgia plodded out into the kitchen late the next morning, still in her pyjamas. Draco, who was also in his pyjamas, and Pansy were already up, eating breakfast. Georgia clamoured to the fridge and pulled out the carton of juice, drinking straight from it, not bothering with a glass. Pansy crumpled her nose in disgust.
"I hope you plan on washing Draco's sheets. He doesn't want to be sleeping on something a muggle has touched." Pansy drawled.
"Are you going to wash my sheets after you dribbled all over it?" Georgia snapped, turning to face Pansy in a threatening manner.
"I do not dribble!" Pansy insisted, holding her head high.
Georgia raised her eyebrows and went to her room, collecting the offending pillow with the drool on it. She held it up for both Pansy and Draco to see and Pansy snatched it from her and stormed back into Georgia's bedroom, slamming the door. Draco laughed dryly.
"I don't know who to back, you or her." He said, spooning a mouthful of cereal into his mouth.
"What do you mean?" Georgia asked, pushing a piece of bread into the toaster.
"Pansy has been here for just over twenty four hours and you have already had about four fights. I'm just saying I don't know who I want to win." Draco replied.
Georgia laughed, catching her toast as it popped up and beginning to butter it.
"You should want me to win! Pansy goes today, you're stuck with me for the rest of the year!" Georgia reasoned logically, smiling slightly.
"Good point." Draco agreed as Pansy returned to the kitchen, her face still burning red.
She glared at Georgia who stacked up her vegemite toast took it to her bedroom. When Georgia closed the door, she let out a giggle and marvelled over the fact that her and Draco had actually agreed upon something.
A/N: Ooo! Is that a hint of flirting I detect there? Well that's how I imagined an 'in-character' draco would flirt with a muggle anyway.
Tell me what you think and if you have any suggestions on where you want this story to go, let me know. I've already worked out the framework for this story and have an ending in mind but all suggestions are welcomed! Thanks for reading!
After the dramatic exit of Draco at the dinner, things did cool down considerably. It wasn't until Georgia dragged herself back to the cabin after everyone had said goodnight that things heated up again.
Draco had gone straight back to cabin three after he deposited the lovely Pavlova dessert Chelsea had made onto the table. Pansy had followed soon after but Georgia had decided to hang around a little longer, not wanting to get in Pansy's way again.
As Georgia entered the cabin, she was glad to see everything was dark and quiet. She navigated her way blindly to her room, taking her pyjamas from the floor where she had thrown them and tiptoed to the bathroom to prepare for bed. She could hear Draco turning over in his sleep and was glad she had been saved a confrontation with the Slytherine pair.
Georgia went back to her room in the darkness and puled back the unmade sheets on her bed. That was when she noticed her bed wasn't empty. Pansy was sleeping soundly, her mouth open and drooling slightly on the pillow. Her chubby hands were clasped together and she was curled into a little ball.
"Pansy!" Georgia whispered, prodding the sleeping girl in the back.
Pansy snored on.
"Pansy!" she whispered, this time a little bit louder.
Pansy rolled over, clearly awake but pretending to be asleep.
"Pansy, get out of my bed right now!" Georgia said, ripping the sheets away from the girl but she faked on.
Georgia had had enough. She was tired and wanted her bed but she wasn't in the mood for a fight. Georgia decided to enlist the help of Draco.
Georgia marched into the wizard's bedroom and flicked the switch, flooding the room with light. Draco rolled over and put a hand to his face, shielding his eyes from the instant glare.
"Is it morning already?" he asked groggily.
"No it is not bloody morning. It is just after midnight." Georgia said, moving into his room.
"Georgia?" Draco asked, "What are you doing in here?"
His eyes had adjusted to the light and he sat up in bed staring at Georgia who stood fuming beside his bed in a vision of pink pyjamas.
"I'm here because that bitch is in my bed and I want her out!" Georgia seethed.
"What?" Draco asked, obviously not very quick on the uptake wile he was half asleep, "Tell pansy to get out then."
"I tried! She's pretending to be asleep!" Georgia cried, throwing her hands in the air in frustration.
"What do you want me to do about it?" Draco asked, sinking lower into his bed, wanting to go back to sleep.
"Go in there and haul her ass out! Tell her to sleep on the pullout like she was meant to! She won't listen to me." Georgia insisted.
"Can't you just sleep on the pull-out?" Draco pleaded.
Georgia, who was beyond acting mature in the wee hours of the morning, stamped her foot in a tantrum and pointed to the door. Draco groaned and rolled out of bed, padding barefoot across the hall to Pansy. Georgia followed him out and waited on the already made up pullout bed.
Five minutes past and Draco came trudging out of Georgia's room with a scowl deeply implanted on his face. Georgia stood up, expecting to see Pansy follow but no one came. Draco went back into his room and resurfaced a moment later with his doona wrapped around his shoulders. He silently pulled off the pullout's blanket and handed it to Georgia before falling onto the uncomfortable bed.
"What are you doing?" Georgia asked, perplexed at the situation.
"Pansy isn't moving and I'm tired so take my bed, I'll sleep here tonight." Draco mumbled, pulling the doona up to his ears.
Georgia stood for a moment, wondering if she heard right. It wasn't until Draco told her to go away that she shrugged her shoulders and went into Draco's room. As soon as her head hit the pillow she was out like a light.
X
Georgia plodded out into the kitchen late the next morning, still in her pyjamas. Draco, who was also in his pyjamas, and Pansy were already up, eating breakfast. Georgia clamoured to the fridge and pulled out the carton of juice, drinking straight from it, not bothering with a glass. Pansy crumpled her nose in disgust.
"I hope you plan on washing Draco's sheets. He doesn't want to be sleeping on something a muggle has touched." Pansy drawled.
"Are you going to wash my sheets after you dribbled all over it?" Georgia snapped, turning to face Pansy in a threatening manner.
"I do not dribble!" Pansy insisted, holding her head high.
Georgia raised her eyebrows and went to her room, collecting the offending pillow with the drool on it. She held it up for both Pansy and Draco to see and Pansy snatched it from her and stormed back into Georgia's bedroom, slamming the door. Draco laughed dryly.
"I don't know who to back, you or her." He said, spooning a mouthful of cereal into his mouth.
"What do you mean?" Georgia asked, pushing a piece of bread into the toaster.
"Pansy has been here for just over twenty four hours and you have already had about four fights. I'm just saying I don't know who I want to win." Draco replied.
Georgia laughed, catching her toast as it popped up and beginning to butter it.
"You should want me to win! Pansy goes today, you're stuck with me for the rest of the year!" Georgia reasoned logically, smiling slightly.
"Good point." Draco agreed as Pansy returned to the kitchen, her face still burning red.
She glared at Georgia who stacked up her vegemite toast took it to her bedroom. When Georgia closed the door, she let out a giggle and marvelled over the fact that her and Draco had actually agreed upon something.
A/N: Ooo! Is that a hint of flirting I detect there? Well that's how I imagined an 'in-character' draco would flirt with a muggle anyway.
Tell me what you think and if you have any suggestions on where you want this story to go, let me know. I've already worked out the framework for this story and have an ending in mind but all suggestions are welcomed! Thanks for reading!