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And here's the story....Chapter Three of Lips n Lyrics!

Chapter Three

"I cannot believe you just let her get away with pouring ink on your head," Blaise smirked amusedly as Draco picked up the rest of his writing supplies.

"It's not like I had any choice in the matter," he retorted back.

"You could have just dodged it," Blaise said nonchalantly. Draco glared at him

"I'd like to see you try," he sneered. Blaise just held up his hands in mock surrender, and they paid for their things. The saleslady wouldn't meet their eyes as they handed over the money, and when they left the store, they could hear peals of laughter following them out. Blaise grinned cheerfully at his friend.

"Looks like you're going to have a humbling year, my friend," he said to Draco. His only reply was to stick his tongue out in the most childlike fashion; if anybody had seen it they would have sworn somebody drank Polyjuice and was masquerading as the feared Draco Malfoy. Blaise just shook his head and put an arm around his friend's shoulder. "Come on; Pansy, Vince and Greg said that they'd meet us at Madame Malkins. You know Pansy hates to be kept waiting."

"Oh do I ever," Draco groaned. "She nearly took my head off at the Yule Ball fourth year because I came down five minutes late."

"What were you doing?" Blaise asked curiously. Draco turned a bit pink.

"Uh...a minor inconvenience..." he stuttered. Blaise took one look at him and started to chuckle.

"Someone to...keep you in shape?" he teased.

"Yes and I'm proud of it too," Draco shot back. "I think that would be my...11th Ravenclaw."

"Oh keep your conquests to yourself," Blaise retorted. "Some of us actually have some sense in who we pick."

"Oh, and taking Hufflepuffs is just the brightest thing to do," Draco sneered.

"Hey," Blaise shrugged, "they were asking for it. Who am I to deny a few cute girls their wildest dreams? Anyway, it's amusing how everyone finds Greg and Vince to be such dimwits," he continued as they walked along the street. "We all know that they only act stupid around the other houses."

"That's true," Draco agreed. "Potter and Weasley were so easy to slip past. Like I didn't know about the stupid Polyjuice back in 2nd year...they're not exactly subtle at hiding things." The two laughed as they entered Madame Malkins Robes for All Occasions.

The front bell tinkled as they stepped into the shop.

"Draco! Blaise! Over here!" a light voice called out to them. They turned and found a dark-haired girl waving them over where Madame Malkin was pinning her robes up.

"Hey Pansy," Draco said as they walked over. "Long time no see."

"No kidding," she agreed as she turned sideways to allow Madame Malkin to pin something up. Her coffee brown hair was up in a loose bun, and her dark eyes sparkled with friendship as they turned onto Draco. "That ball had to be what, at the beginning of the summer? And I've been pent up with nothing to do for the rest of it." She looked him over. "What the hell happened to you? Why are you decked out in Gryffindor colors? And is that red I see in your hair?!"

"Don't make me answer that," Draco growled.

"Oh, our dear beloved Draco had a little 'accident' at Writer's Corner," Blaise said merrily. Pansy narrowed her eyes at him as Draco glared. He took no notice. "Yeah, at least I had dear old Draco for company when our fathers had a 'meeting'." Pansy snorted in an unladylike fashion.

"Right..."

"All done, dear," Madame Malkin said cheerily as she stepped back, waving her wand about. The pins vanished and became secure as stitches magically set themselves in.

"Thank you," Pansy replied as she hopped off the little stand.

"Whoo, Pansy," Blaise hooted, "that's one pretty dress robe. Something we should all know about?"

"Ignorant pig," Pansy sniffed as she gave Madame Malkin the money, "didn't you hear? Besides for being able to wear whatever we want in school 'within reason', there are going to be a lot more balls this year. Something about interhouse relationships."

"Dumbledore again, eh?" Blaise shook his head. "Never knew you to be the type to wear dress robes to a ball."

"Don't you worry about me," Pansy replied. "I'll get my dresses for balls and costumes for the masquerades; but I dislike wearing black robes all the time. It's dull and obnoxious after a while."

"This has got to be the first time someone's giving me lessons in clothing," Blaise

said. But before he could continue, the door tinkled again.

Two bulky boys came through the door, holding packages.

"Vince, Greg," Draco and Blaise acknowledged as the two boys dropped the packages at Pansy's feet.

"Hey Draco, Blaise," Vincent Crabbe replied breathlessly. "Pansy had us run a few errands for her."

"Few?" Draco raised one blonde eyebrow as Blaise snorted. "That doesn't look like few."

"Well they were complaining about waiting here when I had my dress robes done up," Pansy pointed out. "So I let them get the rest of my school stuff; then they wouldn't be here to whine." Gregory Goyle rolled his eyes.

"You would have been bored too," he informed the chuckling Blaise and bemused Draco. "All she did was search the racks for dress robes, then when she didn't find the ones she wanted she had Madame Malkin set the design for her! Talk about picky."

"Female, dear Greg," Pansy replied sweetly, "I am a female, and I am naturally picky about everything."

"We've noticed," all four boys muttered together. They looked at each other, startled, then started to chuckle.

"Hmmph," Pansy huffed. "At least I'm choosy. You two," she pointed at Draco and Blaise, "have no sense of respect at all. You take anyone and whatever to bed as long as it's female."

"Hey!" Draco protested. "I do not!"

"You're wrong, Pans," Blaise replied at the same time. "We only take those that want us into bed, and before that we're picky."

"No shame at all, you two," Pansy grinned despite her words. "I think you two have got to be the worst ladies' men since Potter Senior and Black."

"No matter how much I dislike Potter Senior's spawn, I must admire him," Draco admitted grudgingly. "That tally they kept up in the Astronomy tower was hidden by a spell; from what I see, Black beat Potter Senior by two in the number of girls they got to come to them begging for a night. Of course, being goody-two-shoes they decided to break their hearts nicely and spare some innocent flowers."

"Of course," Vince sniggered. "We don't want the ickle Gryffs hurting inside do we?" The group laughed.

"Oh look what the cat dragged in," Ginny muttered to Rae as they browsed through the racks of robes. Rae looked up and grimaced. They heard a voice call out their names, and Ginny watched as they headed over to a girl standing up on the little podium.

"Who's she?" Rae whispered.

"Another one of the pureblood Slytherins," Ginny replied, placing a faint blue robe on herself, "Pansy Parkinson."

"Huh." Rae looked over at the girl. "She's pretty."

"Definitely an improvement since third year," Ginny agreed. Rae had seen pictures of Pansy Parkinson from the years at Hogwarts; Colin Creevey got a picture of them at the Yule Ball during Ginny's fourth year and it wasn't pretty. She shook her head at the blue dress and put it back on the shelf. Then something caught her eye.

"Hey Rae," she called. "Take a look at this." It was a simple muted green robe with flared sleeves; the sleeves were dotted with little shiny glass jewels.

"Going rebel, eh?" Rae chuckled when she saw the robe.

"It's not horrible," Ginny protested.

"I didn't say it was," Rae replied. "It's a pretty enough robe." She held up a dark blue robe with the same style of sleeves and decoration. "I say we go duo."

"Deal." Ginny held onto that robe. "Let's try them on." They giggled at each other as they disappeared into the dressing rooms, aka cubicles that filled the doorway with fog once you stepped into it. You can see out, but others can't see in. Ginny quickly took off her robes and slipped the green one on. She whirled out of the fog and found that the Slytherins had gotten a little closer; they were ordering their black robes at the desk close to the dressing rooms. She was distracted as Rae stepped out, looking gorgeous in the blue.

"You look beautiful," Ginny complimented her friend. Rae twirled around in front of the mirror.

"You do too," she pointed out. "Take a look." Ginny stepped in front of the mirror and smiled at her reflection. The green offset her hair just right, so that her fiery curls were tumbling down around the neck and the glass jewels were glinting in the light.

"It is pretty," she said softly.

"Holy shit," Draco swore as he happened to look over at the two girls when he was waiting for Greg and Vince to finish buying their blacks.

"What?" Blaise asked him, then turned in his direction. "Oh god." Blaise stood there, shocked, then prodded Draco. "Is that them?!"

"How many other redheads do you see around here?" Draco replied in a dazed manner.

"What's wrong with you two?" Pansy asked. Like Blaise an instant ago, she turned, and she chuckled.

"What, gawking at the pretty girls?" When there was no answer, she shook her head. "Apparently." She knocked on Draco's head. "Helloooo, anybody home? In case you didn't notice, she's a Weasley. Do you comprehend that? Weasley; spelled W-E-A-S-L-Y; you are the bane of her existence, and you are supposed to treat her like filth."

"She doesn't look like filth to me," Draco snapped at her.

"Hey, all I said was you are supposed to," she held her hands up in surrender. "I don't see anything too wrong with her."

"Good," Draco said absently. Then he looked horrified. "I mean, yes I know I'm supposed to be her worst nightmare; I can handle it."

"You softy," Pansy scoffed. Draco just glared at her.

He picked up his dress robes and snapped, "I'm going to go try these on," and stalked to the dressing rooms.

"Let's try on a few more," Rae said excitedly as she quickly changed out of her outfit. Ginny shook her head as she followed; Rae was quite excitable when it came to anything dealing with clothing and music. Looking through the racks, she then picked out a light brown robe with golden embroidery down the front and around the neck and sleeve as well as a dark red robe that was semi-clear. Rae grabbed a golden yellow robe with orange flowers blossoming over it and a plain gray robe. Ginny walked back into the dressing room to change back into her robes after trying on the new dress robes.

"I'm going to try these on," a masculine voice said irritably as they came close to her dressing room. What she didn't expect was Malfoy the Ferret to come waltzing through the fog.

"Malfoy!" she shrieked. "Get....get out!" She covered up her chest with her hands. "Do you have any decency?!"

"Weasley?!" he answered bewilderingly. "What are you doing in my dressing room?!"

"Your dressing room?" she replied disbelievingly. "I believe that you are the one that walked in on me changing." When he didn't move, she screamed. "Get out!"

"Why? I like it in here just fine." He took a seat on the bench situated in the dressing room. Gonna get you this time, little Weasel, he thought to himself.

"Well I don't," Ginny shot back, still refusing to let her hands down off her breasts. "At least wait until I get dressed."

"Why? It's not like I've never seen female breasts before," he replied coolly as he deliberately eyed her up from tousled ruby hair to creamy neck and luscious curves hidden by her shaking hands to her slender long legs still covered (thankfully) in a pair of blue low cut jeans and that adorable bottom....HOLD IT! He hit himself mentally. Adorable bottom?! Creamy neck and luscious curves?! Where has your brain gone?!?!?!

"Uh, Ferret?" He blinked and came back into reality. "If it's not creepy enough that you're in my dressing room, it's ten times creepier with you staring at me. Have a little decency, alright?"

"No," he replied calmly. "Do you think I'm going to embarrass myself by walking out of here and go back to my friends saying that I accidentally walked in on a Weasley naked?" She blushed at that. "Never mind that it'll only damage your name, for everyone knows what happens when a Malfoy goes in with a naked girl..." he lifted his eyebrows up in a wicked manner. Ugh, go to bed with her?! She's not bad looking, but Pansy was right; she is a Weasley. Wait, NOT BAD LOOKING?! What is it with you and compliments today, oh so terrible Draco Malfoy?

"Ha!" she scoffed at him. "Damage my name? When you're the one that came after me? You're right; you would be embarrassing yourself. And do I look like the type of person that would care? No, not really." She turned around and put her hands down. "If you insist on staying in here, Ferret, I can't help it." Draco smirked, thinking that he'd won. Ginny donned her regular robe, not caring that he saw just her back, and turned around to face him. "But it won't stop me from giving you this!" She slapped him hard, leaving a bright red handmark over his flawless face. Then turned him around and kicked him out of the dressing room. Literally. Not expecting her strength, Draco flew out of the dressing room and ended up slamming into Blaise.

"Did you mean to come flying out of the dressing room?" Blaise asked, frowning as he gazed at the still foggy dressing room.

"What do you think?" Draco gritted out as he tenderly touched his cheek, wincing as he pushed it.

"How did you get that?" Blaise asked again, this time a bit amused. "You got slapped, didn't you." It wasn't a question; it was a statement. And he started to howl. "By a girl! Oh gods, the day that Draco Malfoy is slapped by a girl is finally here!"

"Shut up," Draco growled. Pansy came up to the two of them, putting a shrunk bag of robes into her pocket.

"How did you get slapped?" she asked. He rolled his eyes. I'm never going to hear the end of this.

"Walked into someone else's dressing room," he mumbled. Pansy looked at him, shocked.

"Have you no decency?" she shrieked loudly, making customers look over in their directions.

"Keep it down, Pansy," he hissed. "I didn't mean to."

"Who did you walk in on?" Blaise looked at his friend questioningly. When he didn't answer, he started to grin. "You walked in on her?! Gods Draco you really must be obsessed!"

"I told you I didn't mean to!"

"Who?" Pansy looked at him curiously.

"Don't ask."

"And then she went and kicked your ass. Literally," Blaise chortled. "Hahaha! Wait till this gets around."

"You send this one 'round, Blaise Zambini, and I will send the incident at Writer's Corner around!"

"Yeah, but I've still got one up on you. You also had an incident at Writer's Corner." Draco groaned and covered his eyes as Blaise laughed. "Don't mess with me, Draco. I win either way."

"Can we just leave?" Draco raised a pleading look to Pansy. She smirked at the look on his face.

"Aw, you look so innocent and naïve with that red-streaked hair of yours and that wonderful Gryff robe," she teased. "Plus that little puppy dog look on your face! Maybe you should go and show it to them." She nodded in the direction of the front door. Draco looked, and paled.

"Gods Pansy, hide me!" Blaise looked over, gulped, and ducked towards the dressing rooms.

"I'll go hide somewhere over there," he whispered as he escaped quickly.

"Me too."

"Heh heh," Pansy chuckled. "If you want to two most notorious Slytherin boys to go away, threaten them with the two Gryffindor Sluts."

"Can you believe him? He just walked in on me!" Ginny looked at her friend in a shocked manner.

"Yes I can believe him," Rae replied calmly. Ginny turned stricken eyes onto her friend. "Relax, I never said that he should have. I just said I could believe him, because that's obviously what he just did!"

"That too." Rae dragged Ginny into her dressing room.

"You need to help me get my stuff back on." Ginny nodded affirmative, and they vanished into the fog.

Rae had just finished putting her robe on and Ginny was tightening the strings for her when two boys came pelting into the dressing room.

"What the hell?!" Rae screamed. Draco and Blaise turned around.

"Looks like we meet again, Weasley," Draco drawled. "Are you sure you don't want me?" Inwardly, he groaned. Why do I keep getting myself into these positions? Okay, bad mental images...

"You're the one that happens to be running into me all the time," she replied sweetly. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you wanted me." She looked over at his friend. "Zambini, stop looking at Rae like that. It's gonna make me sick." Blaise was staring at Rae with absolutely no shame at all. He looked completely dumbstruck.

"You little pervert," Rae was hissing at Blaise. "Stop looking at me and let me finish getting dressed!" He finally snapped out of it.

"Who says I was looking at you?" he retorted. "Don't flatter yourself; I was looking at the poster behind you." He pointed behind Rae, and indeed there was a poster there of a scantily clad with the logo reading "What the boys wanna see." "That girl is quite pretty."

"You sick little child," Ginny said disgustedly. "This is the LADIES dressing rooms, in case you didn't know. The men's are on the other side. Or is there something that we should know..."

"You wish, Weasel," Draco shot back. Ginny smirked. That looks like my smirk; where did she learn my smirk?!

"Oh Ferret, look whose the one defending themselves now."

"Shut up you little—

"Hey! I think I hear Draco," a female voice said outside. Draco and Blaise both paled, and scrambled to stand up on the bench. "Yoohoo! Draco! Where are you?"

"Who's that?" Rae asked as Ginny giggled uncontrollably.

"That would be Lavender," she got out through her giggles. "Ferret, why don't you go out and meet your girlfriend?"

"She's most definitely not my girlfriend," he said, insulted. "I wouldn't go as low as her!"

"No kidding," Blaise grunted from his cramped position half crouching on the stool.

"I hear Blaise!" Another voice rose above the regular store chatter. "Maybe he's changed over the summer; I really want to talk to him."

"Oh my god, how did she hear that?" he asked in a panic. "Hide me!" Rae and Ginny were both now cracking up like hyenas; the fact that these two boys put on such a tough attitude and were so freaked out by two girls was a complete joke.

"You wouldn't be laughing if they did to you what they did to us," Draco growled.

"I can't imagine what they did to you," Ginny said airily.

"Well, if you thought looking over at us during meals giving us puppy eyes, asking teachers privately to sit by us during classes, following us down to the dungeons, and making annoying jokes whenever we're nearby is bad...multiply that by ten and you've got what Lavender's been doing to me." He looked over at Blaise and couldn't resist a chuckle. "Blaise is even worse off."

"Oh god," Blaise shuddered. "Talk about being persistent...she never stops and she keeps thinking that I'm only putting her off so she can chase me more."

At this point both girls were laughing so hard that they were convulsing on the ground with tears falling out of their eyes. Well, not the ground part, but the tear part most definitely.

"I think they're in here," the voices said, standing outside of the dressing room. "Blaise? Draco? Are you in here?"

"Uh...." Ginny said, looking at the two boys. "Well, actually..."

"NO!" Both boys mouthed to Ginny.

"Okay!" she mouthed back.

"Sorry Lavender, it's just me and Rae in here." She grinned as the two boys gave a sigh of relief.

"OH! Ginny! How's summer?"

"Great, and you?"

"Just great. Hoping I could see Draco today and Parv thought she saw Blaise go into Writer's Corner so she dragged me in there. But he wasn't there."

"Sorry." Ginny was now shaking her head at the two girls' folly.

"Well, we'll leave you to find some pretty robes." The two voices drifted away outside.

"Thank god," Draco breathed as he got off the bench.

"You said it," Blaise replied, wiping sweat off his brow. They started to walk out through the fog.

"Hold on right there Misters," Ginny said firmly. They turned around to face her with a wondering expression on their faces. "After walking in on us, me TWICE" she glared at Draco, "I think we deserve a sorry and a big thank you for making your girlfriends out there run away."

"For one, they are not our girlfriends." Draco growled. "And two, walking in on you was just..."

"Pure luck," Blaise smirked.

"About the thank you...we'll see what to do when that comes about." Draco followed Blaise's expression. He leaned close to Ginny's face. "See you later...Weasel."

"Count on it, Ferret," she snarled back. He stepped back, smirking, and the two of them walked out through the fog.

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