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Potter.
Dreah: And I got my pitch fork out for nothing!
Evil Ducky: And I....... Just stood there and laughed as body guards kicked Talia and Dreah's butts off JK Rowling's property.
Talia: (growl) How about we just kill ducky instead?
Dreah: (makes an attempt to spear ducky with pitch fork) Sounds like a good plan to me.
Chapter 19: I must not chase the boys.
Dreah laughed and smirked "So, looking forward to your next quidditch game? It's next week, remember. Ravenclaw versus Slytherin." She said, cheekily. Draco blushed redder than a Weasley, remembering his lost bet, but soon regained his composure. "Yeah, I've heard that people are selling tickets to it. I bet you'll have a camera for the occasion Riddle." He shot back. Dreah just smirked more in amusement, as she ate a noodle of her spaghetti. "So, you don't deny it?" Draco egged on. "No, I don't deny it. In fact, I do plan to bring a camera for that match. But for different reasons that you're thinking, it's just for a little thing called the yearbook." She said, coolly. Draco went, if possible, pale at this. "You wouldn't" he breathed. "Why wouldn't I?" she asked, smugly. "Because you're a nice person?" "A lot of things I am, Mr. Malfoy. But nice is not one of them." Dreah commented, taking a sip of her water and giving him a mischievous look. "Oh well, at least I have a body to die for." Draco said arrogantly. Dreah snorted into her water at this. "Well, then. I hope that your father is proud of that, because I'm also sending him pictures of your daring match." She added. Draco went wide eyed at this and grumbled some rather lame come back that had something to do with "looks running in the family".
Suddenly, Dreah heard a giggle from behind her. She snapped around and eyed the view suspiciously. "Did you hear what I heard Malfoy?" she whispered, not wanting anyone to hear her if they were there. "Yeah, someone laughed." He whispered back. Dreah grinned at this, and giggled in a very loud voice. "Oh Draco, you're so funny." She said, in a very flirtatious voice, as she gave him a seductive look. Draco caught on, and beckoned her over with his index finger. Dreah got up, walked over to him and slowly sat down in his lap, where she whispered in his ear "I believe we have company" Draco smirked at her, she scowled and whispered "This is all an act, you must know. So don't get any wrong impressions." Draco just smirked more, and wrapped one of her blonde ringlets around his finger, temptingly. Dreah giggled, and batted her eyes, earning a chorus of obvious "awwww"s. Her eyes widened, when she felt his lips working their way down her neck. He was going to take advantage of their act! Dreah was furious, but all her thoughts of anger disappeared as his lips found a particularly sensitive spot and a low groan escaped her lips. Suddenly, she stopped herself, unlatched her date off of her neck and said in an outraged tone. "What do you think you are doing?" rather loudly. Draco smirked, as he pulled her closer. "What do you think I'm doing?" he asked. Dreah jumped off of his lap, and made an angry noise. "I'm so damn mad! We were just playing you know! I'm so sick and tired of you coming into my life and messing everything up! Confusing me! And furthermore, it is no help that someone is watching!" she exclaimed, taking her wand out and blasting a whole in the shrubs; revealing all of Hogwarts, students, ghosts, teachers, and even the Weasley twins, who didn't even attend Hogwarts anymore! "You should be ashamed of yourselves! Interrupting our privacy like this! Can I not go anywhere without being spied on!?"
Some students tried to walk away but Dreah stopped them. "If you try to walk away, I will hex you until you wish that you weren't born!" she screeched, making the Slytherin boys stop in their tracks. "And Professors!" she continued, making Snape, McGonagall, and even Trelawney blushed in shame. "I thought better of you! Talia, Hermione, Ginny! I know that you have something to do with all this! And you probably dragged Harry and Ron with you! You'll be dealing with the end of my wand when we get back to the castle, and don't any of you Professors dare to stop me! Now back, all of you! Back to the castle!" and with that, everyone dashed back down the mountain, as fast as their legs could carry them. Even Professor Dumbledore could be seen, walking a little faster than normal behind the horde of Hogwarts students. Fred and George just apparated, but not before hearing Dreah call "And don't think that I won't use your own products on you two!" after them, she was worse than their mum! Dreah then, advanced on Draco. "And you! You, who think that you can just take advantage of the situation, you are in big trouble!" she exclaimed, raising her wand.
Fifteen minutes later, Draco could be seen running through Hogsmeade like mad, with pink hair, greenish looks zits and a herd of unicorns after him. Dreah sniggered, as she watched her former "date" run away from the animals like made. Everyone knew that cinnamon to a unicorn was like red to a bull, and it so happened that she always had a bottle with her. She sighed, and sat down on the edge of the fountain. The evening could have been perfect, if she hadn't been spied on, or if she hadn't gone on a date with a slimy, Slytherin git. And to think, that she had almost let him take advantage of her! Dreah just couldn't figure out what was happening to her, she wanted to give in to Malfoy, but yet she didn't. Part of her wanted to start doing slightly naughty things with boys, and part of her wanted to stay young and naïve, just content with glancing at a cute boy once or twice. Suddenly, an owl plopped down beside her with a letter. Dreah gave it a weird look. Who would owl her at this time of night? Oh well, she had better go on and open it.
Dear Dreah, I have heard from a reliable source that tonight, you were on a date with Draco Malfoy. Which is really great, I am so proud of you for that. But I also heard that you hexed him into the next universe, with I half applaud you half scold you for. He is from a respectable family, and I highly approve of him. But then again, boys only have one thing on their mind and you should always be on alert for that. I have also heard, that you might possibly be seeing my mortal enemy! And I do strongly suggest, no I order you, to stay away from Harry Potter. That boy is nothing but trouble, and once he finds out who you are your life may be at risk. Anyways, I must conclude this letter saying that you must stay away from boys for at least three years. Unless, of course if you want to go out with that Malfoy boy again. But I must go; I just got an order of three hundred trucks of peanut butter. Distressfully, Voldemorte
P.S. I fixed Teddy!
Dreah crumpled up the piece of paper. Who was he to say that she couldn't date any boys except for Malfoy for two years? Oh right, he was her father, she forgot. Why couldn't she just make her own decision about things? Have her father not decide who she would date and when? When would she be able to go places without being spied on, by her friends or her father's spies? And her life wasn't in danger! It's not like it wasn't obvious, with her carrying around the last name Riddle out in the open. Harry probably already knew who she was already. On second thought, Harry was thick, but Hermione probably would have figured it out already and have told him. Dreah sighed; all this thinking was giving her a headache. The point was that she was old enough to make her own decisions and be independent. In a year, she could drive a car! Well, if her father approved in such muggle transportation she could. All this thinking definitely wasn't helping her mental health. Wait, didn't Dumbledore say that singing was good for mental health? 'Yes he did, but he was also spying on you from a tree a while ago.' A sly voice in her head told her. Dreah pushed the voice to the back of her head and shrugged, why didn't she give it a go? What was the worst that could happen? Probably be seen singing in the middle of a field, and be humiliated for the thousandth time that night. But, what's one more humiliation, right?
"Won't someone tell me what is happening to me?
Why am I so misunderstood, why can't they see?
Now I'm caught between the devil and the angel that I used to be.
They say I'll understand it all in good time
But age ain't nothing but a number in my mind
I'm going crazy with this push me pull me
Caught between wrong and right
I wanna give in to the woman in me
I wanna be someone they don't want me to be
The moral of the story is I got no choice
I must not chase the boys
I started writing down my deepest secrets
Seven days a week of truth and fantasy
Got the feeling that the way my life is
Got to be prepared for changes
Won't someone tell me what is happening to me
Why am I so misunderstood?
Why can't they see?
Now I'm caught between the devil and the angel that I used to be.
I wanna give in to the woman in me
I wanna be someone they don't want me to be
The moral of the story is I got no choice
I must not chase...
I wanna go left but they tell me go right
Don't wanna be the little girl they kiss goodnight
The moral of the story is I got no choice
I must not chase the boys
They could try to make me write a thousand lines
But that won't ever change the way I feel inside
They've got their opinions but I just don't care
Cause that's not what I wanna hear
I, I must, I must not chase the boys
I, I must, I must not chase the boys
I, I must, I must, I must not...chase...the boys
I wanna give in to the woman in me
I wanna be someone they don't want me to be
The moral of the story is I got no choice
I must not chase...
I wanna go left but they tell me go right
Don't wanna be the little girl they kiss goodnight
The moral of the story is I got no choice
I must not chase...................The boys."
Dreah: And I got my pitch fork out for nothing!
Evil Ducky: And I....... Just stood there and laughed as body guards kicked Talia and Dreah's butts off JK Rowling's property.
Talia: (growl) How about we just kill ducky instead?
Dreah: (makes an attempt to spear ducky with pitch fork) Sounds like a good plan to me.
Chapter 19: I must not chase the boys.
Dreah laughed and smirked "So, looking forward to your next quidditch game? It's next week, remember. Ravenclaw versus Slytherin." She said, cheekily. Draco blushed redder than a Weasley, remembering his lost bet, but soon regained his composure. "Yeah, I've heard that people are selling tickets to it. I bet you'll have a camera for the occasion Riddle." He shot back. Dreah just smirked more in amusement, as she ate a noodle of her spaghetti. "So, you don't deny it?" Draco egged on. "No, I don't deny it. In fact, I do plan to bring a camera for that match. But for different reasons that you're thinking, it's just for a little thing called the yearbook." She said, coolly. Draco went, if possible, pale at this. "You wouldn't" he breathed. "Why wouldn't I?" she asked, smugly. "Because you're a nice person?" "A lot of things I am, Mr. Malfoy. But nice is not one of them." Dreah commented, taking a sip of her water and giving him a mischievous look. "Oh well, at least I have a body to die for." Draco said arrogantly. Dreah snorted into her water at this. "Well, then. I hope that your father is proud of that, because I'm also sending him pictures of your daring match." She added. Draco went wide eyed at this and grumbled some rather lame come back that had something to do with "looks running in the family".
Suddenly, Dreah heard a giggle from behind her. She snapped around and eyed the view suspiciously. "Did you hear what I heard Malfoy?" she whispered, not wanting anyone to hear her if they were there. "Yeah, someone laughed." He whispered back. Dreah grinned at this, and giggled in a very loud voice. "Oh Draco, you're so funny." She said, in a very flirtatious voice, as she gave him a seductive look. Draco caught on, and beckoned her over with his index finger. Dreah got up, walked over to him and slowly sat down in his lap, where she whispered in his ear "I believe we have company" Draco smirked at her, she scowled and whispered "This is all an act, you must know. So don't get any wrong impressions." Draco just smirked more, and wrapped one of her blonde ringlets around his finger, temptingly. Dreah giggled, and batted her eyes, earning a chorus of obvious "awwww"s. Her eyes widened, when she felt his lips working their way down her neck. He was going to take advantage of their act! Dreah was furious, but all her thoughts of anger disappeared as his lips found a particularly sensitive spot and a low groan escaped her lips. Suddenly, she stopped herself, unlatched her date off of her neck and said in an outraged tone. "What do you think you are doing?" rather loudly. Draco smirked, as he pulled her closer. "What do you think I'm doing?" he asked. Dreah jumped off of his lap, and made an angry noise. "I'm so damn mad! We were just playing you know! I'm so sick and tired of you coming into my life and messing everything up! Confusing me! And furthermore, it is no help that someone is watching!" she exclaimed, taking her wand out and blasting a whole in the shrubs; revealing all of Hogwarts, students, ghosts, teachers, and even the Weasley twins, who didn't even attend Hogwarts anymore! "You should be ashamed of yourselves! Interrupting our privacy like this! Can I not go anywhere without being spied on!?"
Some students tried to walk away but Dreah stopped them. "If you try to walk away, I will hex you until you wish that you weren't born!" she screeched, making the Slytherin boys stop in their tracks. "And Professors!" she continued, making Snape, McGonagall, and even Trelawney blushed in shame. "I thought better of you! Talia, Hermione, Ginny! I know that you have something to do with all this! And you probably dragged Harry and Ron with you! You'll be dealing with the end of my wand when we get back to the castle, and don't any of you Professors dare to stop me! Now back, all of you! Back to the castle!" and with that, everyone dashed back down the mountain, as fast as their legs could carry them. Even Professor Dumbledore could be seen, walking a little faster than normal behind the horde of Hogwarts students. Fred and George just apparated, but not before hearing Dreah call "And don't think that I won't use your own products on you two!" after them, she was worse than their mum! Dreah then, advanced on Draco. "And you! You, who think that you can just take advantage of the situation, you are in big trouble!" she exclaimed, raising her wand.
Fifteen minutes later, Draco could be seen running through Hogsmeade like mad, with pink hair, greenish looks zits and a herd of unicorns after him. Dreah sniggered, as she watched her former "date" run away from the animals like made. Everyone knew that cinnamon to a unicorn was like red to a bull, and it so happened that she always had a bottle with her. She sighed, and sat down on the edge of the fountain. The evening could have been perfect, if she hadn't been spied on, or if she hadn't gone on a date with a slimy, Slytherin git. And to think, that she had almost let him take advantage of her! Dreah just couldn't figure out what was happening to her, she wanted to give in to Malfoy, but yet she didn't. Part of her wanted to start doing slightly naughty things with boys, and part of her wanted to stay young and naïve, just content with glancing at a cute boy once or twice. Suddenly, an owl plopped down beside her with a letter. Dreah gave it a weird look. Who would owl her at this time of night? Oh well, she had better go on and open it.
Dear Dreah, I have heard from a reliable source that tonight, you were on a date with Draco Malfoy. Which is really great, I am so proud of you for that. But I also heard that you hexed him into the next universe, with I half applaud you half scold you for. He is from a respectable family, and I highly approve of him. But then again, boys only have one thing on their mind and you should always be on alert for that. I have also heard, that you might possibly be seeing my mortal enemy! And I do strongly suggest, no I order you, to stay away from Harry Potter. That boy is nothing but trouble, and once he finds out who you are your life may be at risk. Anyways, I must conclude this letter saying that you must stay away from boys for at least three years. Unless, of course if you want to go out with that Malfoy boy again. But I must go; I just got an order of three hundred trucks of peanut butter. Distressfully, Voldemorte
P.S. I fixed Teddy!
Dreah crumpled up the piece of paper. Who was he to say that she couldn't date any boys except for Malfoy for two years? Oh right, he was her father, she forgot. Why couldn't she just make her own decision about things? Have her father not decide who she would date and when? When would she be able to go places without being spied on, by her friends or her father's spies? And her life wasn't in danger! It's not like it wasn't obvious, with her carrying around the last name Riddle out in the open. Harry probably already knew who she was already. On second thought, Harry was thick, but Hermione probably would have figured it out already and have told him. Dreah sighed; all this thinking was giving her a headache. The point was that she was old enough to make her own decisions and be independent. In a year, she could drive a car! Well, if her father approved in such muggle transportation she could. All this thinking definitely wasn't helping her mental health. Wait, didn't Dumbledore say that singing was good for mental health? 'Yes he did, but he was also spying on you from a tree a while ago.' A sly voice in her head told her. Dreah pushed the voice to the back of her head and shrugged, why didn't she give it a go? What was the worst that could happen? Probably be seen singing in the middle of a field, and be humiliated for the thousandth time that night. But, what's one more humiliation, right?
"Won't someone tell me what is happening to me?
Why am I so misunderstood, why can't they see?
Now I'm caught between the devil and the angel that I used to be.
They say I'll understand it all in good time
But age ain't nothing but a number in my mind
I'm going crazy with this push me pull me
Caught between wrong and right
I wanna give in to the woman in me
I wanna be someone they don't want me to be
The moral of the story is I got no choice
I must not chase the boys
I started writing down my deepest secrets
Seven days a week of truth and fantasy
Got the feeling that the way my life is
Got to be prepared for changes
Won't someone tell me what is happening to me
Why am I so misunderstood?
Why can't they see?
Now I'm caught between the devil and the angel that I used to be.
I wanna give in to the woman in me
I wanna be someone they don't want me to be
The moral of the story is I got no choice
I must not chase...
I wanna go left but they tell me go right
Don't wanna be the little girl they kiss goodnight
The moral of the story is I got no choice
I must not chase the boys
They could try to make me write a thousand lines
But that won't ever change the way I feel inside
They've got their opinions but I just don't care
Cause that's not what I wanna hear
I, I must, I must not chase the boys
I, I must, I must not chase the boys
I, I must, I must, I must not...chase...the boys
I wanna give in to the woman in me
I wanna be someone they don't want me to be
The moral of the story is I got no choice
I must not chase...
I wanna go left but they tell me go right
Don't wanna be the little girl they kiss goodnight
The moral of the story is I got no choice
I must not chase...................The boys."