AUTHOR'S NOTE: So, here it is...the second to last chapter. Ahhh...I'm afraid none of you (or very few...not you, GlassBroomstick) are going to like the ending...but don't worry...I've got a plot twist to knock your socks off. :)
DISCLAIMER: Not mine unless it doesn't belong to J. K. Rowling.
Hormonal Half-Wits
Chapter 15: Malfoy, Round 3?
It seems nowhere is sacred. I finally locked myself in this obscure room, telling everyone I'd gone home early with a headache. My hope is that no one will bother coming up here…fat chance.
So, determining that Harry was a great git, I decided to peruse the place in search of refuge from the overactive male hormones. I tried Sirius' old study, but Malfoy was there. He leered at me as I came in and I almost immediately turned around and left.
He followed.
My temper is a volatile thing, and at this point, almost completely out of control. When I say almost, I mean one more step away, and as Malfoy took that step, closing the distance between us, I snapped. I turned around so fast he ran into me.
I'm sure my exact words were 'bugger off'. He did that little Malfoy smirk thing…the one they pass down from father to son in that damning pure-blooded sodding-bastard bloodline. I remembered, quite randomly, what had turned off that rotten little smirk the last time.
It was a long-shot, hell…but I figured that since every single male not related to me had been interested in either me or the girls today, Malfoy would be no exception. So I tried a little experiment.
It worked.
I am now rejoicing my brilliance and the Slytherin Sex God's susceptibility to my non-existent charms…whatever this wide-spreading disease, I'm starting to like it. I have this power over people who have never show weakness before…like Malfoy.
I remember in my years at Hogwarts, many of the girls from all the houses fancied Malfoy, but he was…well, the Slytherin Sex God. Him and Zabini, both of whom I absolutely detest, dead sexy or no…but they were, granted, legends…in their own kind. They were mysterious and sexy and unattainable. Pug Parkinson tried like hell to get into their pants and beds…she never made it.
So I must concede I felt some joy with the control I exerted over Malfoy with a simple lip pout and shoulder shake. Now I know something's cock-eyed…I've never had feminine skills or charms…and to make someone like Malfoy nearly wet themselves…there's some severe mind-boggling going on.
But indeed, that smug-arse, superior smirk slipped right off, and I swear I saw his mouth go dry. I felt the tremendous urge to do a victory dance or something…wait, you know what…
Alright, victory dance over. Memory still fresh in mind…was so triumphant. So right, I slunk up to Malfoy and did my best to imitate Hermione and Luna and how they acted around their men. I think it worked. And guess what? I can purr! I tried this weird, sexy voice, and everything was all silky-smooth and rumbly…it was awesome. Then I ran a finger from his ear to his chest, kind of like Remus did to me in the kitchen. Poor Malfoy nearly shat himself…almost makes me feel sorry for him.
Almost.
