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Author's Note: Yay! My favorite character! Okay, this is the last time I'm going to put a disclaimer or A/N on these chapters, so just remember that neither one of us own Harry Potter, and I'm posting this for a friend. K?

III. Draco Malfoy

"Don't leave me, Roxanne! Please, I beg you. Don't go."

"What else is a woman to do, when her husband cheats on her with her own sister? You know, Dave, if you wanted me to stay around, you should have thought before you got into bed with her."

"It didn't mean anything! It was all for the money. I honestly didn't mean it!"

"Oh, Dave, that's perfectly okay, then. I love you! I know that you didn't mean to sleep with her! I knew that you had to have some motivation other than your own free will! I love you!"

"I love you too Roxanne!"

Click! "Daytime TV is so boring," thought Tory, "I wish that they played something other than baby cartoons and that type of drama that makes you feel a whole lot better, because you know that someone's life sucks more than yours does. Sometimes, I wish that I could do something about this ridiculous, completely lame TV schedule. I bet my fairy god parents could fix it." Closing her eyes, Tory made a silent wish for her fairy god parents to appear and help her with her problem.

Suddenly, out of no where, Draco Malfoy, the all powerful wizard who made Harry Potter's life a living Hell at Hogwarts, appeared next to Tory's bed.

"HEY! What happened to my fairy god parents?"

"Who needs them, when you have the all powerful Draco Malfoy? Go ahead, ask me a favor, I could do a better job than them any day!"

"Could you help me change this mind-numbing TV schedule to something a bit more interesting?"

"Sure, anything for a fan." With a flick of his wand, the TV turned on, and with another flick, the TV changed to a channel that Tory was sure she had ever seen before. On the TV were a man and a woman, both of whom seemed vaguely familiar. She looked at Draco and then back at the screen, realizing that the two people were non other than Draco and his girlfriend, Pansy Parkinson. They were dressed in very poor costumes, and attempting to mime what she had just seen on those boring daytime dramas.

"How's that?"

"F-f-ine," Tory stuttered, making a desperate attempt to be polite and not say something else. "It's absolutely marvelous! Thanks, Draco Malfoy!"

With a look of complete satisfaction and a final wink at Tory, Draco disappeared, as suddenly and as unexpectedly as he had appeared. Tory sighed, picking up the remote. She clicked the channel up button, and turned to her nightstand to get a drink from her glass. Turning back, she realized that the channel had not changed. She clicked the button several more times, and when that failed, she tried all of the other buttons, none of which worked.

Getting frustrated, she got up. Figuring that the batteries in the remote had died, she jabbed her fingers at the ones under the screen. They didn't work, so she tried being a little lighter on them. Nothing worked. Suddenly it dawned on her: her TV was stuck on this channel.

"This is crap!" Tory was too lazy to get up and go downstairs to watch TV, so she turned hers off.

"At least that button works!" With that, the TV popped back on.

With a look of utter disgust, Tory ran downstairs at the highest pace possible, and turned on a TV. Seeing a normal program, she sighed with relief.

As though the TVs had heard her, they all popped on, showing that same program that was playing up in her bedroom.

Sitting down to see exactly what it was, Tory fell in love with the show, and sat, watching it for all eternity, unable to unglue her eyes from the screen.