Pansy's Crazy Plan
Disclaimer: Don't own anything and yadda yadda. NOW LEAVE ME ALONE YOU STALKER!
Rating: PG-13 for swearing.
Warnings: I don't really need to tell you it's slash do I? If I do, please tell me.
A/N: I noticed I wrote the title of my other story in the first chapter....Please ignore it...:) Also, I want to dedicate this chapter to Emily, Shelby and Christina! Huggles them And the lyrics are of the song 'Bedshaped' of the band Keane. I just love that band. And the song really touches someone. :D
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Draco's POV
Herbology sucks. S-U-C-K-S.
That Sprout woman always makes us get dirty. I hate being dirty. And sweaty. It's just not hygienic. Pansy, on the other hand, is having fun with those stupid plants. Women. Who understands them.
It's over. The class is over. The joyness. I must take a long bath.
"Draco, don't forget, we must talk to Granger tonight." Pansy said, while heading to the Dungeons.
Shit. For a moment, I forgot all about it. I'm starting to feel butterflies on my stomach. I need music to calm me down. Defenately. And a bath.
"Yes, I just need a bath. Can't stand being dirty. And you know that." I said. I think everybody knows it, actually.
"Oh, I bet Potter wouldn't mind having you all dirty and sweaty in his bed and naked and..." She said, then she shut up and started to gaze at the floor with a smirk on her face.
I, obviously, was shocked by this. I slapped her.
"Draco! Are you mad?" She asked. I left a red mark on her face....Hehe.
"You're the one that's getting all wet by fantasizing me and Harry eating eachother...." I shruged. She blushed. Was she really imagining that? That pervert....Because I never, NEVER, had any dream like that. No, no.
"Draco, don't you need to take a bath or what?" right, change the subject.
"Yes. Be right back." I said, while running to my dorm to get my clean robes and my magical radio. Nothing better than having a bath and listening to music at the same time.
I got to the boy's showers, got in a bathtub and turned on the radio.
Many's the time I ran with you down
The rainy roads of our old town
Many the lives we lived in each day
And buried altogether
Don't laugh at me
Don't look away
I wish I could run with him in the rainy roads of our town.
You'll follow me back
With the sun in your eyes
And on your own
Bedshaped
And legs of stone
You'll knock on my door
And up we'll go
In white light
Harry defenately had the sun in his eyes when he was happy....
I don't think so
But what do I know?
What do I know?
I know!
I know nothing anymore......
I know you think I'm holding you down
And I've fallen by the wayside now
And I don't understand the same things as you
But I do
Don't laugh at me
Don't look away
I hope he doesn't laugh at me. In the end.
You'll follow me back
With the sun in your eyes
And on your own
Bedshaped
And legs of stone
You'll knock on my door
And up we'll go
In white light
I don't think so
But what do I know?
What do I know?
I know!
And up we'll go
In white light
I don't think so
But what do I know?
What do I know?
I know!
After I finished my 1 hour bath, I got dressed, and headed to the Great Hall with Pansy. There was Potter. With Granger and Weasley. Granger looked this way. I wonder...wait. I glanced at Pansy. She is waving at Granger.
I turned to her.
"Pansy. It was supposed to be after dinner..." I said. Desperately. Potter is looking this way....I need to blush and turn away...blush and turn away...... Done.
"Sorry, can't help it. I'm excited!" She said, while making gestures for Granger to come and talk to us.
"Shouldn't you not make Potter suspicious, you idiot?" I spat. Girls can be so stupid... She slapped me. Ow. So I take it back. Fine. Pfft.
Granger ran torwards us.
"What is it?" She said.
"We....." Pansy glanced above Hermione's shoulder. "We need your help." She finished.
"What? You have got to be kidding with me. If this is because I'm smarter, wich I know I am, you don't need to tease about-"
She got cut out by Pansy, who closed her mouth with her hand.
"Nothing about that. And stop being so cocky. Pfft. It's about....Harry."
"What do you want from him?" She turned around to look at me. "If you think I'm going to help you guys to hurt him, you are very wrong, there's no way I'm-"
Pansy shut her trap with her hand....again. I sighed.
"If you haven't notice, Draco here has the hots for him, and would like to have his wicked way with him...Well, kind of..Hum."
"Malfoy has been acting terrible torwards us, you just can't expect for me to help him ravish Harry!"
"Hey, ravishing is good!(I gasped) And do you believe that Malfoy is really like that in reality? I mean, come on, did he treat you like he did in previous years, this year? I don't think so. Draco here changed, Granger."
I could notice that Granger was shocked by Pansy's way of explaining things. So direct. Too direct, sometimes.
"Prove it."
Pansy sighed. She never knew Granger could be so hard to convince. Wait, maybe she knew. A bit.
"Draco, you must prove it, dear."
"And how the hell am I proving? And don't call me dear. I'd rather hear Harry saying that..." I answered, also drifting into a daydream.
"There's your proof Granger. Happy now?"
"I need more proofs with time, you know. So, Ferret Face fancies Wonder Boy..."She said, giggling.
"Oh shut up. It's Pansy's fault, actually."
"Yes, but you never complained about it, have you? HA." She grinned. Granger had an amused expression. WHAT IS WRONG WITH WOMEN I SAY!
"Yeah, anyway, how am I exactly helping him? I just need an idea, then I'll think about helping you."
"Well.....Draco was- I mean, I was thinking about you three play a Truth or Dare game, you know, the dare could be him kissing Draco infront of the whole school...If Harry chooses Dare. But we must make him choose it...I mean, if he knew some important information that you might want to know... And that he couldn't tell, he would obviously choose Dare, right? We'll think about that later though. You must also get him and your buddy Weasley drunk. It would be easier, no? What do you think?"
"I think that you probably have gone nutters, but hey, it might work..." She said.
I glanced at the Gryffindor Table. Everyone was staring at this way. So much for under-cover.
"Granger, you might want to go back to your table, and make them stop staring."
"Shit" She muttered. Did she swear? "You guys could be more carefull. Honestly, waving at me like mad infront of everyone?"
"Oh, shut up, like you cared before. Just invent anything. You've got brains right? Use them. Ta." I said, while grabbing Pansy's arm and making her sit on the Slytherin Table.
She went back to her table and said something to Weasley and Harry.
I just hope I'll get some help. It kind of hurts liking someone. It's a weakness. People get desperate, and a desperate Malfoy isn't good for your health.
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-Ana