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Evil Ducky: That's all?
Talia and Dreah: You get more when we get that Irish cream
Chapter 8: Arrogant Git
Talia skipped into potions with a blissful look plastered onto her face. "Miss Treves! You're late, that is unacceptable! 5 Points from Gryffindor. And detention!" Professor Snape snapped. "I know! Isn't it great!? Do you want a hug?" she exclaimed, opening her arms wide. Snape looked slightly taken aback, but accepted, patting her on the back awkwardly. "Ok, you're off the hook. But just this once." He muttered half bitterly (which is as happy as he'll ever be in his life. AMAZING).
Talia took her seat in between Dreah and Neville (which is highly unfortunate according to his world record of melting 1000 cauldrons in a year and that is the reason he failed and is now in a fifth year class). "Why are you so cheerful?" Dreah asked. "Well I had an exciting encounter with Ryan today........." Talia started. And she started telling every single detail of what just happened. Twenty two minutes later she ended with "And then he said that we should practice together sometime! But I have no clue how to dust a floor with a broom! Let alone fly it!" She exclaimed. As the bell wrung Dreah smirked and said "That's easy, just ask Harry for help. Wait, did I just tell my best friend to take flying lessons from Harry Potter? I must be more nutters than I thought I was!"
It was unfortunate that the sixth years had potions right after the fifth years. Because Dreah knew that Draco was just around the corner before she even saw him. No, she wasn't a seer. She could just hear his annoying voice bragging about how he was going to win the quidditch cup for his house that year and take all the glory. "Stupid git" Dreah muttered under her breathe.
"Oof!" she exclaimed in surprise as she was in an active collision with something very hard, yet very soft. After landing on her behind, Dreah narrowed her eyes at Draco who was smirking down at her. "Watch where your going you insufferable git!" she spat. "I wouldn't be talking. Are you trying to assassinate Slytherin's savoir?" he snapped back. Dreah grabbed his leg, and his feet came flying from underneath him. She then poked him in the chest with her index finger to each syllable that she said. "You go strutting around thinking you own this school Malfoy but remember. I OWN YOU!" she screeched.
By now Draco was backed into the wall, Dreah on her knees and glaring. "And, if I might add. It will be Gryffindor winning the quidditch cup this year! I guarantee it!" "Oh yeah? How? Are you that good of a flyer? Because I'm a damn good seeker!" he yelled. "In fact I am! I'm a brilliant beater! And if you don't shut your mouth I'll take a club and give you a good smack to the head!" Dreah hissed. "How about we make a wager? If Slytherin wins on the first quidditch match of the year you go out on a date with me." Draco proposed. "And if Gryffindor wins than you'll have to go to the next match in your boxers. Only your boxers" she challenged. "Yeah, I bet you'd like that" he smirked. "Oh sod off!" "I bet your not even on the team!" Draco yelled. "Well I will be! And I recommend you get your boxers ready Malfoy! Because I will not disappoint myself!" she huffed. And with that, she stormed away. Cursing all down the hallways. "Don't worry! I won't disappoint you either! You know you want me!" he called after her.
Evil Ducky: That's all?
Talia and Dreah: You get more when we get that Irish cream
Chapter 8: Arrogant Git
Talia skipped into potions with a blissful look plastered onto her face. "Miss Treves! You're late, that is unacceptable! 5 Points from Gryffindor. And detention!" Professor Snape snapped. "I know! Isn't it great!? Do you want a hug?" she exclaimed, opening her arms wide. Snape looked slightly taken aback, but accepted, patting her on the back awkwardly. "Ok, you're off the hook. But just this once." He muttered half bitterly (which is as happy as he'll ever be in his life. AMAZING).
Talia took her seat in between Dreah and Neville (which is highly unfortunate according to his world record of melting 1000 cauldrons in a year and that is the reason he failed and is now in a fifth year class). "Why are you so cheerful?" Dreah asked. "Well I had an exciting encounter with Ryan today........." Talia started. And she started telling every single detail of what just happened. Twenty two minutes later she ended with "And then he said that we should practice together sometime! But I have no clue how to dust a floor with a broom! Let alone fly it!" She exclaimed. As the bell wrung Dreah smirked and said "That's easy, just ask Harry for help. Wait, did I just tell my best friend to take flying lessons from Harry Potter? I must be more nutters than I thought I was!"
It was unfortunate that the sixth years had potions right after the fifth years. Because Dreah knew that Draco was just around the corner before she even saw him. No, she wasn't a seer. She could just hear his annoying voice bragging about how he was going to win the quidditch cup for his house that year and take all the glory. "Stupid git" Dreah muttered under her breathe.
"Oof!" she exclaimed in surprise as she was in an active collision with something very hard, yet very soft. After landing on her behind, Dreah narrowed her eyes at Draco who was smirking down at her. "Watch where your going you insufferable git!" she spat. "I wouldn't be talking. Are you trying to assassinate Slytherin's savoir?" he snapped back. Dreah grabbed his leg, and his feet came flying from underneath him. She then poked him in the chest with her index finger to each syllable that she said. "You go strutting around thinking you own this school Malfoy but remember. I OWN YOU!" she screeched.
By now Draco was backed into the wall, Dreah on her knees and glaring. "And, if I might add. It will be Gryffindor winning the quidditch cup this year! I guarantee it!" "Oh yeah? How? Are you that good of a flyer? Because I'm a damn good seeker!" he yelled. "In fact I am! I'm a brilliant beater! And if you don't shut your mouth I'll take a club and give you a good smack to the head!" Dreah hissed. "How about we make a wager? If Slytherin wins on the first quidditch match of the year you go out on a date with me." Draco proposed. "And if Gryffindor wins than you'll have to go to the next match in your boxers. Only your boxers" she challenged. "Yeah, I bet you'd like that" he smirked. "Oh sod off!" "I bet your not even on the team!" Draco yelled. "Well I will be! And I recommend you get your boxers ready Malfoy! Because I will not disappoint myself!" she huffed. And with that, she stormed away. Cursing all down the hallways. "Don't worry! I won't disappoint you either! You know you want me!" he called after her.