Despite the fact that I am oh so busy, I decided to type up the chapter. Because to be honest, the ending of the 2nd chapter made me excited… I dunno why. Like, the little cliffie I added was a last minute impulse that I added. And I know how usually people type up the whole story before they post anything, or whatever. But, me! I write while I post. So basically, everything that's in the story is stuff I came up with on whim. So, thank you for wasting your precious on reading this atrociously boring story.
Disclaimer: We go through this process like, 50 million times. So I've decided that I'm not going to be writing anymore "disclaimers". Because, honestly I don't think that I'll get sued for not putting one up.
Oh, yes. And thank you to you wonderful people who reviewed.
TheManWhoLetTheBoyLive: It's fine. You could call me a fat fag-bitch, and I wouldn't care. Actually…I would… Never mind.
Flavagurl: It would be funny if it was a drunk Hermione, but I decided to dampen the excitement, and make it…NOT Hermione. Teehee…
Onwards we go brave soldiers!
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Chapter 3:
Draco sighed. You could NEVER, EVER miss that voice.
He sat as still as he could, and just prayed to Merlin, that the person standing outside his door would leave ASAP.
KNOCK KNOCK!
"DRAKIE! I KNOW YOU'RE IN THEIR HONEY BUNS! OPEN UP THE DOOR AND LET ME IN!"
Draco gritted his teeth together, and stuffed his fist in his mouth. He HATED the name Drakie. And Honey Buns… Where'd she get that name form? (A/N: It was form an inside joke between my friend and I. I thought it was funny… It's ok if you don't laugh though…)
"DRAKIE DRAKIE DRAKIE DRAKIE DRAKIE DRAKIE!!!" she yelled persistently.
"GOD DAMMIT WOMAN!" he yelled-on accident of course. He just couldn't sit in there calmly and silently while she was out there yelling her head off. ESPECIALLY when she was calling him 'Drakie', loud enough for the whole world to hear.
He strode over to the door, undid the bolt, and yanked it open roughly.
"WHAT?!" he yelled, obviously agitated.
"Hi!" she said flirtatiously, while batting her eyelashes like a hummingbird flaps its wings.
"What do you want?!"
"I just wanted to say hi," she said, starting to look nervous and embarrassed.
"GOD!" he shouted. (A/N: They're all doing a lot of yelling aren't they…?"
"Excuse me?" she questioned, not knowing who god was.
"You stupid bitch! You came all the way up here, and pounded on my door, shouting that ridiculous name loud enough to wake Dumbledore, JUST TO SAY HI?! HOW DUMB CAN YOU GET?!"
"Well…ummm…" she stammered.
"Fuck. Get out before I strangle you with my bare hands!" he threatened.
She whimpered, but he felt no remorse.
"Fine." She exclaimed, lifting her chin up timidly, trying to look brave.
Draco just stood there, wondering when she would leave.
"Fine" She repeated again, apparently at loss to say anything else. That's how slow her mind worked.
"Fine…what?" he asked. Getting more impatient by the second.
"FINE!"
He sighed. This was never going to end, was it?
"Will you get out…NOW?!" he said.
"FINE! But you'll regret saying NO to Pansy Parkinson."
"Yea. Whatever. Just get out."
"Well, I'm going to have fun, while you're stuck up here, in this boring room. So in the end, I got the fortune!"
What the FUCK was she talking about?!
"Yea, whatever. You're probably just going to go fuck another guy." He shot back.
Her face turned bright red.
"No! I am NOT!" but he could tell she was lying. She never was really good at that…
"Sure…" he said, unconvinced.
"HMPH!" she said, turned around, and stomped down the stairs, and out of the portrait, with her nose held high in the air the whole time.
"Slut," he muttered, turning back around, and closing his door.
He swore he heard someone next door laughing.
"STUPID STUPID STUPID!" he yelled as loud as he could, and kicked the bed.
"OW!" he exclaimed, hopping around the room on one foot, holding the other one, his hair in his face.
'This is really fucked up. My whole LIFE is fucked up.' He thought angrily.
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Dammit. This whole STORY is fucked up. Gosh. Please review, and tell me how I'm doing. I never really did have a high confidence level, so I'm starting to re-think this story. Gosh-darnett!!! Waiting patiently.
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