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Talia: But I own Draco's boxers!
Dreah: WHAT! NO YOU DON'T!
Talia: (holds up silky black boxers)
Dreah: GIMME!
Evil Ducky: (shakes his head, and pops skittle into mouth)
Chapter 22: Quidditch and boxers
Talia jumped ecstatically; singing at the top of her lungs. The lump on the bed in which she was jumping on moved. "Talia, what in the name of Merlin's slippers are you doing!?" the lump asked. "I'm jumping on your bed and singing, thus waking you up and annoying you, Dreah." Talia explained. "But WHY? It's seven o'clock on a Saturday." Dreah asked; poking her head out of the Slytherin green covers; hair messier than Harry's on a bad hair day. "Correction, it is seven fifteen on a quidditch Saturday." Her friend pointed out, sitting down on the edge of Dreah's bed and handing her a hair brush. Dreah snatched the brush away and started to rake it through her tangled blonde curls. "It's not my match, I don't want to go." She complained. "Too bad that you're not going then. Because Draco will miss you, a very half naked Draco will miss you that is." Talia slyly commented. At this, Dreah started shooting around her room; attempting to put socks on, brush her hair and teeth and apply lip gloss at the same time. "Wers fmy camewaa?" she asked, toothbrush in mouth.
A half hour later Dreah could be seen being tugged by an impatient Talia to a spot in the Slytherin stands. Cheers erupted from all over the stands as Leah Jordan put the microphone on and started to introduce the Ravenclaw and Slytherin quidditch teams. When she introduced Ryan as a Ravenclaw chaser Talia started screaming "GO RYAN!" at the top of her lungs. "And of course, the Slytherin Seeker- WHAT IN THE NAME OF MERLIN IS DRACO MALFOY WEARING!? DANG BOY, YOU FINE!" Leah exclaimed, earning a scowl from McGonagall. The quaffle, bludgers and snitch were released and the game began, with Leah rambling on at lightning speed. Dreah snapped a few pictures of a very shirtless Draco, who was in his black silk boxers. He seemed almost weightless without his heavy robes, and it was hard to take a picture where he was still; too avoid blurs. "Look at that shirtless, hot piece of male Slytherin go!" Leah quipped. "SORRY PROFESSOR! I mean, Malfoy tries to knock Cho off her broom. Bad, very bad. MMMM, but you all know I wannaaaa! OW! FINE! NO MORE MALFOY COMMENTS!" Dreah sniggered, as she saw Draco flash a charming smile at Leah; making the poor fourth year swoon.
"It's Arnett with the quaffle, intercepted by Slytherin chaser Evans and. OUCH! Goyle sends a bludgers over. YOU IDIOT! HE'S ON YOUR TEAM! DAFT SLYTHERINS! AHAHAHAHA! I mean, Slytherin makes an unfortunate mistake that anybody could make." The commentator rambled. "And it seems that Malfoy still hasn't found the snitch. No, Professor I am not just watching Malfoy! He's distracting! GET A SHIRT ON MALFOY! OR BETTER, ARNETT TAKES YOURS OFF!" McGonagall was now chasing Jordan, who was dodging her snatches in the commentating box, leaning far away from her professor and trying to commentate. "And the quaffle, I can't quite see because McGonagall is trying to kill me. BUT I CAN SEE MAL...." A muffled cry came from the commentator's box, as McGonagall got hold of the microphone and you could hear Leah screaming. "HEY! GIVE ME MY MICROPHONE BACK! I PROMISE TO LAY OFF THE SEXY SLYTHERIN COMMENTS!"
When McGonagall finally gave Leah back the microphone, Slytherin was thirty points ahead. "Thank you! Now that I've got the mic back; quaffle is with Arnett, passes it to Lovegood and...WHAT!? WHAT WAS THAT!?" the commentator exclaimed, as Crabbe deliberately knocked Luna off of her broom. She cursed loudly. "YOU ROTTEN GOOD FOR NOTHING SLYTHERIN! THAT WAS MY FRIEND!" She exclaimed, with McGonagall holding her legs; so the angered student couldn't hop on a spare broom and kick Crabbe's butt. "WHOA! THERE YONDER! CHO CHANG SEES THE SNITCH, I SAY! THIS COULD BE IT FOLKS! SHE DIVES, BUT WAIT! MALFOY ISN'T FOLLOWING! IT'S A FAKE!" she exclaimed, climbing back into her box and yelling excitedly. Cho looked back to see Malfoy flying in the opposite direction as her. "OUCH! CHANG LOOKS AWAY FOR ONE SECOND AND SPLATS RIGHT ONTO HER FACE! SNAP CRACKLE POP! SHE'S OUT OF THE GAME! WITH ONLY ONE SEEKER LEFT AND NO SPARE FOR THE RAVENCLAWS SLYTHERIN WILL MOST LIKELY WIN!" realizing what the commentator just said, the Slytherin stands erupted with cheers. Talia looked rather disappointed though and didn't cheer quite as loudly as she could have.
"LOOK! SLYTHERIN SEEKER IS DIVING! THERE HE GOES, AND IT'S ALL OVER! A QUITE DASHING HALF NAKED MALFOY CATCHES THE SNITCH! AHHH! I'M SORRY MCGONAGALL! HE JUST CAUGHT THE SNITCH, HOW COULD I AVOID TALKING ABOUT HIM!?" Leah exclaimed, as McGonagall gave her a warning look. Dreah snatched some victory pictures of Draco holding up the snitch; that ever present smirk on his face. He spotted her and flew over, grinning triumphantly. Talia snatched Dreah's camera out of her hands and started snapping pictures of a posing Draco. Dreah scowled and snatched the camera back, taking the strap and whipping him with a very heavy camera. "OUCH! AND JUST AFTER THE VICTORY, MALFOY GETS WALOPPED WITH A CAMERA! WAIT, OH BURN! BY DREAH, THE GRYFFINDOR BEATER!" Leah excitedly said, as everyone turned to see Malfoy with the starting of a black eye. Dreah just smiled sheepishly, and waved. "OUCH! MCGONAGALL! NO! NOT DETENTION!" they could hear Leah screech, as McGonagall took away her microphone and pulling her by the collar of the girl's Gryffindor uniform.
Talia: But I own Draco's boxers!
Dreah: WHAT! NO YOU DON'T!
Talia: (holds up silky black boxers)
Dreah: GIMME!
Evil Ducky: (shakes his head, and pops skittle into mouth)
Chapter 22: Quidditch and boxers
Talia jumped ecstatically; singing at the top of her lungs. The lump on the bed in which she was jumping on moved. "Talia, what in the name of Merlin's slippers are you doing!?" the lump asked. "I'm jumping on your bed and singing, thus waking you up and annoying you, Dreah." Talia explained. "But WHY? It's seven o'clock on a Saturday." Dreah asked; poking her head out of the Slytherin green covers; hair messier than Harry's on a bad hair day. "Correction, it is seven fifteen on a quidditch Saturday." Her friend pointed out, sitting down on the edge of Dreah's bed and handing her a hair brush. Dreah snatched the brush away and started to rake it through her tangled blonde curls. "It's not my match, I don't want to go." She complained. "Too bad that you're not going then. Because Draco will miss you, a very half naked Draco will miss you that is." Talia slyly commented. At this, Dreah started shooting around her room; attempting to put socks on, brush her hair and teeth and apply lip gloss at the same time. "Wers fmy camewaa?" she asked, toothbrush in mouth.
A half hour later Dreah could be seen being tugged by an impatient Talia to a spot in the Slytherin stands. Cheers erupted from all over the stands as Leah Jordan put the microphone on and started to introduce the Ravenclaw and Slytherin quidditch teams. When she introduced Ryan as a Ravenclaw chaser Talia started screaming "GO RYAN!" at the top of her lungs. "And of course, the Slytherin Seeker- WHAT IN THE NAME OF MERLIN IS DRACO MALFOY WEARING!? DANG BOY, YOU FINE!" Leah exclaimed, earning a scowl from McGonagall. The quaffle, bludgers and snitch were released and the game began, with Leah rambling on at lightning speed. Dreah snapped a few pictures of a very shirtless Draco, who was in his black silk boxers. He seemed almost weightless without his heavy robes, and it was hard to take a picture where he was still; too avoid blurs. "Look at that shirtless, hot piece of male Slytherin go!" Leah quipped. "SORRY PROFESSOR! I mean, Malfoy tries to knock Cho off her broom. Bad, very bad. MMMM, but you all know I wannaaaa! OW! FINE! NO MORE MALFOY COMMENTS!" Dreah sniggered, as she saw Draco flash a charming smile at Leah; making the poor fourth year swoon.
"It's Arnett with the quaffle, intercepted by Slytherin chaser Evans and. OUCH! Goyle sends a bludgers over. YOU IDIOT! HE'S ON YOUR TEAM! DAFT SLYTHERINS! AHAHAHAHA! I mean, Slytherin makes an unfortunate mistake that anybody could make." The commentator rambled. "And it seems that Malfoy still hasn't found the snitch. No, Professor I am not just watching Malfoy! He's distracting! GET A SHIRT ON MALFOY! OR BETTER, ARNETT TAKES YOURS OFF!" McGonagall was now chasing Jordan, who was dodging her snatches in the commentating box, leaning far away from her professor and trying to commentate. "And the quaffle, I can't quite see because McGonagall is trying to kill me. BUT I CAN SEE MAL...." A muffled cry came from the commentator's box, as McGonagall got hold of the microphone and you could hear Leah screaming. "HEY! GIVE ME MY MICROPHONE BACK! I PROMISE TO LAY OFF THE SEXY SLYTHERIN COMMENTS!"
When McGonagall finally gave Leah back the microphone, Slytherin was thirty points ahead. "Thank you! Now that I've got the mic back; quaffle is with Arnett, passes it to Lovegood and...WHAT!? WHAT WAS THAT!?" the commentator exclaimed, as Crabbe deliberately knocked Luna off of her broom. She cursed loudly. "YOU ROTTEN GOOD FOR NOTHING SLYTHERIN! THAT WAS MY FRIEND!" She exclaimed, with McGonagall holding her legs; so the angered student couldn't hop on a spare broom and kick Crabbe's butt. "WHOA! THERE YONDER! CHO CHANG SEES THE SNITCH, I SAY! THIS COULD BE IT FOLKS! SHE DIVES, BUT WAIT! MALFOY ISN'T FOLLOWING! IT'S A FAKE!" she exclaimed, climbing back into her box and yelling excitedly. Cho looked back to see Malfoy flying in the opposite direction as her. "OUCH! CHANG LOOKS AWAY FOR ONE SECOND AND SPLATS RIGHT ONTO HER FACE! SNAP CRACKLE POP! SHE'S OUT OF THE GAME! WITH ONLY ONE SEEKER LEFT AND NO SPARE FOR THE RAVENCLAWS SLYTHERIN WILL MOST LIKELY WIN!" realizing what the commentator just said, the Slytherin stands erupted with cheers. Talia looked rather disappointed though and didn't cheer quite as loudly as she could have.
"LOOK! SLYTHERIN SEEKER IS DIVING! THERE HE GOES, AND IT'S ALL OVER! A QUITE DASHING HALF NAKED MALFOY CATCHES THE SNITCH! AHHH! I'M SORRY MCGONAGALL! HE JUST CAUGHT THE SNITCH, HOW COULD I AVOID TALKING ABOUT HIM!?" Leah exclaimed, as McGonagall gave her a warning look. Dreah snatched some victory pictures of Draco holding up the snitch; that ever present smirk on his face. He spotted her and flew over, grinning triumphantly. Talia snatched Dreah's camera out of her hands and started snapping pictures of a posing Draco. Dreah scowled and snatched the camera back, taking the strap and whipping him with a very heavy camera. "OUCH! AND JUST AFTER THE VICTORY, MALFOY GETS WALOPPED WITH A CAMERA! WAIT, OH BURN! BY DREAH, THE GRYFFINDOR BEATER!" Leah excitedly said, as everyone turned to see Malfoy with the starting of a black eye. Dreah just smiled sheepishly, and waved. "OUCH! MCGONAGALL! NO! NOT DETENTION!" they could hear Leah screech, as McGonagall took away her microphone and pulling her by the collar of the girl's Gryffindor uniform.