A/N: Sorry it's kind of short...a little writer's block and midterms, but it's finally vacation, so I'm happy! This chapter will get the story moving along...Enjoy!
What was I thinking?
Click Click
Why do I have to be so mean?
Click Click…drip
Why is she going out with Weasley?
Click Click…drop
Wait where did that come from!
Click Click
Draco, what has happened to you?
1. You're jealous of Weasley, poor, disgraceful, Weasley!
2. You think Granger looks…beautiful
3. You're noticing this now! Of all times!
4. Since when do you want kiss her!
Click Click…drip
I don't know!
She just seems to…well…take my breath away
Click Click…wam!
You crashed into a wall! Great job!
Slip! …Clip Clop Clip Clop
After slamming into the wall, Draco had slipped on a puddle (the Slytherin Common Room was under the lake after all) causing all the Slytherin inductees to come running.
"Mr. Malfoy are you okay…"
"We saw you fall…"
"Our apologies for not catching you…
"Why'd you bring us to a blank stone wall…"
"SHUT UP!"
"Okay, first of all what did I say about calling me Mr. Malfoy, secondly don't sound so sorrowful I only hit a wall and fell, and third this is not just a blank stone wall, but…guess who's back…your living quarters for the next 7 years," drawled Draco as a door appeared.
"Did everyone catch the password?" asked Draco, not really caring if they had heard or not.
Draco turned, expecting to walk up the staircase to his dormitory, but instead walked straight into…Dumbledore?
"Hullo, Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore said.
"Professor," Draco replied stiffly.
"How was your summer?" asked Dumbledore.
Horrible!
"Fine,"
"Your good at lying. You cover your emotions with the same mask your father used to use. But that is for another time to discuss...how about 5 'o clock tomorrow, my office. I came here to inform you that you will be in the officer dormitory and it can be reached…" Dumbledore pointed to a portrait, "…through there,"
Upon closer observation, Draco noticed it was a portrait of…him!
Pop!
"And he disappears…" Draco said to no one in particular.
"Drakey! I've been looking all over for you!…" squealed Pansy.
"Where were you when I had to give the midgets a tour then!" snapped Draco.
"Well, it's not my fault I wanted to have a little fun with Blaise and…" babbled Pansy.
"Already to much info, Parkinson. I don't want to hear the doings of a whore like you."
As he walked toward the portrait of himself he heard a little 'hmmph" from Pansy.
"Hullo!" Draco greeted.
"Now, do want that slut over there hearing your password?" questioned Portrait Draco.
"O, no, of course not. Genero mei selenium coactum ager. Draco argentums," Draco said.
"Welcome!"
Draco stepped into a room that had the house colors…well for the most part, but Draco thought there was a tad bit too much red.
He sat on his bed and turned to see, "NO! This is not happening! NOT TWO GRYFFINDORS!"
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