Chapter 3
For the rest of the day, Draco was incredibly uneasy, and this strange power frightened him. Unlike his usual suave, debonair self, he flinched every time he turned a corner and was startled whenever red caught his eye. "Why am I so shaken up over that stupid Weasley?" Draco said in anguish. So he decided to take the rest of the day off, and go to bed early.
The next morning, Draco woke up expecting to feel calmer. But he didn't! There was a feeling of mysterious passion in the air! By lunch time, the fluttering in his stomach became unbearable! "That's it! I've had it!" Draco stood up. "Crabbe, Goyle, come with me!" As Draco hurriedly rushed out of the Great Hall, his robes flowing, a confused Crabbe and Goyle reluctantly followed.
Draco took out his want just as they reached the dungeons which marked Slytherin territory. "Accio." He murmured, and a house elf whizzed through the air in a flurry of sheets, she had been preparing their beds. He tossed her to the ground and in a voice of life or death severity, "Bring us coconut rum, now!"
She scurried away, trembling, and returned a moment later, holding a bottle of Mermaiden's best Desert Island Coconut Rum. "He-e-ere, Sir" the feeble house elf sputtered as she extended her tray.
*Tropical music begins*
He took the bottle, but she remained. "You may go now!" He said annoyed.
"Th-Th-The-ese c-came wi-ith it." And she revealed a coconut bra with a grass skirt and lays. She realized how insulting this looked to the bitter Slytherin, dropped them, and disappeared.
Draco looked at the ensemble scattered on the floor, but continued to take gulps of the rum. "Ha ha, why not?" he said as he clumsily put on the outfit. "Hey, Crabbe, Goyle, want me to do a dance for you?"
"Um.but.we have to.go somewhere.now!" They sputtered, and hurried off to the nearest door, which happened to be a closet. "I think Draco is catching on." Goyle whispered as he slowly peeled off Crabbe's shirt.
Draco stumbled off drunkenly, mumbling various tropical songs. Draco soon found himself in front of the prefects bathroom. "Well, I happen to be a prefect! With an outfit like this, I think it is time to go swimming! Gobbledink" he said in a loud voice. The door swung open, and Draco marched in, but someone was already in the bathtub.stark naked! It was.
For the rest of the day, Draco was incredibly uneasy, and this strange power frightened him. Unlike his usual suave, debonair self, he flinched every time he turned a corner and was startled whenever red caught his eye. "Why am I so shaken up over that stupid Weasley?" Draco said in anguish. So he decided to take the rest of the day off, and go to bed early.
The next morning, Draco woke up expecting to feel calmer. But he didn't! There was a feeling of mysterious passion in the air! By lunch time, the fluttering in his stomach became unbearable! "That's it! I've had it!" Draco stood up. "Crabbe, Goyle, come with me!" As Draco hurriedly rushed out of the Great Hall, his robes flowing, a confused Crabbe and Goyle reluctantly followed.
Draco took out his want just as they reached the dungeons which marked Slytherin territory. "Accio." He murmured, and a house elf whizzed through the air in a flurry of sheets, she had been preparing their beds. He tossed her to the ground and in a voice of life or death severity, "Bring us coconut rum, now!"
She scurried away, trembling, and returned a moment later, holding a bottle of Mermaiden's best Desert Island Coconut Rum. "He-e-ere, Sir" the feeble house elf sputtered as she extended her tray.
*Tropical music begins*
He took the bottle, but she remained. "You may go now!" He said annoyed.
"Th-Th-The-ese c-came wi-ith it." And she revealed a coconut bra with a grass skirt and lays. She realized how insulting this looked to the bitter Slytherin, dropped them, and disappeared.
Draco looked at the ensemble scattered on the floor, but continued to take gulps of the rum. "Ha ha, why not?" he said as he clumsily put on the outfit. "Hey, Crabbe, Goyle, want me to do a dance for you?"
"Um.but.we have to.go somewhere.now!" They sputtered, and hurried off to the nearest door, which happened to be a closet. "I think Draco is catching on." Goyle whispered as he slowly peeled off Crabbe's shirt.
Draco stumbled off drunkenly, mumbling various tropical songs. Draco soon found himself in front of the prefects bathroom. "Well, I happen to be a prefect! With an outfit like this, I think it is time to go swimming! Gobbledink" he said in a loud voice. The door swung open, and Draco marched in, but someone was already in the bathtub.stark naked! It was.
