Disclaimer: If you don't get the picture by now, I'll have to terminate you.
A/N: If you don't know what the title of the chapter is, highlight it, copy it by right clicking your mouse, select copy and go to www.altavista.com, click translate and paste using the same method. If you didn't know how to copy-paste, then boy, are you stupid. Él Habla Español
Draco's POV
"Just tell me something…" Sara started, but I cut her off.
"I thought we weren't on speaking terms, Angel." I said coldly.
"Where are you coming from, in the broad of day, wearing an invisibility cloak?" Sara asked. I stepped closer, crossed my arms, and looked her straight in the eye.
"That is for me to know, and you to possibly never find out." I said. Potter started walking away, and Sara just stood there. She brought her cloak up to her nose, looked at me, and her eyes went wide.
"Oh, my god!" She whispered, tears in her eyes.
"Mace, you coming?" Potter asked, coming back down the stairs.
"It was you?" She asked, pointing at me. My breath caught in my throat.
"Me, what?" I choked out.
"The night my parents were killed?" She said. I stared at her and finally nodded.
"Oh, my god, Draco, I'm sorry for whatever I've said or done. I owe you my life." She said, as she started crying. I walked closer and hugged her.
"It's okay." I said.
Jamie's POV
~~~Next Day
"Hi, Harry! How's it going? Lovely weather…" I started, but then I started smacking Draco in the arm with the back of my hand, "Draco *smack* this *smack* is *smack* getting us *smack* nowhere *smack, smack, smack*!"
"Jeez, James! Warn me when you do that!" Draco said, as he conjured an ice pack, "Plus, you're doing it wrong."
"What do you mean, 'I'm doing it wrong.'? Do you want me to act like a prep?" I asked Draco, pacing around the Room Of Requirement, which had a couch and a blackboard, where Draco had written various pick-up lines.
"Yeah, try that." Draco said. I grabbed one of the pillows on the couch, and hit him in the head with it.
"Hey, don't mess up my hair!" Draco exclaimed. I shook my head.
"I think the gel is going to your brain." I said. He just stared at me.
"Alright, role playing. You be you, and I'll be Potter, god forbid." Draco said. I rolled my eyes.
"Okay," I said.
"Hi, I am a big headed boy with an even bigger stupid scar." He said. I smacked my forehead.
"What'cha doin'?" I asked.
"I am being stupid and getting help with my homework from the mudblood, Granger." He said.
"You know what, I don't want to do role playing that bad." I said.
"Fine, then the best thing I can tell you is talk about him, tell him he's good at Quidditch or something." Draco said. I nodded.
Gryffindor Tower
I was in the common room, in a chair to be more exact, waiting for Sara to come back from dinner. Finally, the portrait swung forward and I saw her. With Harry.
"Hi, Harry." I said, looking at Sara.
"¿Cuál es él?" She asked me. (What is it?)
"Necesito hablar con usted." I said. (I need to talk to you.)
"Bien, no pienso que Harry puede entendernos." Sara said. (Well, I don't think Harry can understand us.)
"Pero está sobre él." I said. (But it's about him.)
"¿Tan? ¿Qué, usted está intentando confesar su amor undying para él?" Sara asked me. (So? What, are you trying to confess your undying love for him?)
"¡Draco le dijo que, no él?!" I said, angry. (Draco told you, didn't he?!)
"¡Era justo haciendo una broma! ¿Usted tiene gusto de él?" Sara said, surprised. (I was just making a joke! You like him?)
"¡Sí, y yo tenga desde su cumpleaños!" I said. (Yes, and I have since his birthday!)
"Espere un segundo, nosotros han estado hablando como esto por un rato. Harry piensa probablemente que somos extraños." Sara said, looking over at Harry. (Wait a second, we've been talking like this for a while. Harry probably thinks we're weird.)
"Sorry about that. We had to test our Spanish skills." I said.
"Ningún problema." He said. My eyes widened.
"You know Spanish?" I asked. My life was over.
" Sí, sé un pedacito. Pero tanto como usted dos." Harry said. (Yes, I know a bit. But not as much as you two.)
"How much can't you understand?" Sara asked.
"Just all of the really long sentences." Harry said. I took a deep breath and smiled.
"Buenos noches, usted dos." I said. But I didn't know that Harry whispered something into Sara ear when I was up the staircase.
"I understood every single word."
A/N: If you don't know what the title of the chapter is, highlight it, copy it by right clicking your mouse, select copy and go to www.altavista.com, click translate and paste using the same method. If you didn't know how to copy-paste, then boy, are you stupid. Él Habla Español
Draco's POV
"Just tell me something…" Sara started, but I cut her off.
"I thought we weren't on speaking terms, Angel." I said coldly.
"Where are you coming from, in the broad of day, wearing an invisibility cloak?" Sara asked. I stepped closer, crossed my arms, and looked her straight in the eye.
"That is for me to know, and you to possibly never find out." I said. Potter started walking away, and Sara just stood there. She brought her cloak up to her nose, looked at me, and her eyes went wide.
"Oh, my god!" She whispered, tears in her eyes.
"Mace, you coming?" Potter asked, coming back down the stairs.
"It was you?" She asked, pointing at me. My breath caught in my throat.
"Me, what?" I choked out.
"The night my parents were killed?" She said. I stared at her and finally nodded.
"Oh, my god, Draco, I'm sorry for whatever I've said or done. I owe you my life." She said, as she started crying. I walked closer and hugged her.
"It's okay." I said.
Jamie's POV
~~~Next Day
"Hi, Harry! How's it going? Lovely weather…" I started, but then I started smacking Draco in the arm with the back of my hand, "Draco *smack* this *smack* is *smack* getting us *smack* nowhere *smack, smack, smack*!"
"Jeez, James! Warn me when you do that!" Draco said, as he conjured an ice pack, "Plus, you're doing it wrong."
"What do you mean, 'I'm doing it wrong.'? Do you want me to act like a prep?" I asked Draco, pacing around the Room Of Requirement, which had a couch and a blackboard, where Draco had written various pick-up lines.
"Yeah, try that." Draco said. I grabbed one of the pillows on the couch, and hit him in the head with it.
"Hey, don't mess up my hair!" Draco exclaimed. I shook my head.
"I think the gel is going to your brain." I said. He just stared at me.
"Alright, role playing. You be you, and I'll be Potter, god forbid." Draco said. I rolled my eyes.
"Okay," I said.
"Hi, I am a big headed boy with an even bigger stupid scar." He said. I smacked my forehead.
"What'cha doin'?" I asked.
"I am being stupid and getting help with my homework from the mudblood, Granger." He said.
"You know what, I don't want to do role playing that bad." I said.
"Fine, then the best thing I can tell you is talk about him, tell him he's good at Quidditch or something." Draco said. I nodded.
Gryffindor Tower
I was in the common room, in a chair to be more exact, waiting for Sara to come back from dinner. Finally, the portrait swung forward and I saw her. With Harry.
"Hi, Harry." I said, looking at Sara.
"¿Cuál es él?" She asked me. (What is it?)
"Necesito hablar con usted." I said. (I need to talk to you.)
"Bien, no pienso que Harry puede entendernos." Sara said. (Well, I don't think Harry can understand us.)
"Pero está sobre él." I said. (But it's about him.)
"¿Tan? ¿Qué, usted está intentando confesar su amor undying para él?" Sara asked me. (So? What, are you trying to confess your undying love for him?)
"¡Draco le dijo que, no él?!" I said, angry. (Draco told you, didn't he?!)
"¡Era justo haciendo una broma! ¿Usted tiene gusto de él?" Sara said, surprised. (I was just making a joke! You like him?)
"¡Sí, y yo tenga desde su cumpleaños!" I said. (Yes, and I have since his birthday!)
"Espere un segundo, nosotros han estado hablando como esto por un rato. Harry piensa probablemente que somos extraños." Sara said, looking over at Harry. (Wait a second, we've been talking like this for a while. Harry probably thinks we're weird.)
"Sorry about that. We had to test our Spanish skills." I said.
"Ningún problema." He said. My eyes widened.
"You know Spanish?" I asked. My life was over.
" Sí, sé un pedacito. Pero tanto como usted dos." Harry said. (Yes, I know a bit. But not as much as you two.)
"How much can't you understand?" Sara asked.
"Just all of the really long sentences." Harry said. I took a deep breath and smiled.
"Buenos noches, usted dos." I said. But I didn't know that Harry whispered something into Sara ear when I was up the staircase.
"I understood every single word."