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SEXY ROLL OF THE TONGUE CAT CALL!
Talia: (cat calls)
Dreah: LIKE THAT!
Evil Ducky: (attempts to but sounds like gargling)
Chapter 23: Transfiguration and an examination
Dreah chuckled as Talia reminded her that Malfoy was still in the hospital wing with a concussion. "He deserved it, the git." She commented. "But Ryan looked pretty good on Saturday, wouldn't you say?" "I don't know what you're talking about!" Her friend ignorantly insisted. "Ahuh, well it's just good to have a normal week for once. It's Thursday and we haven't seen Malfoy or Ryan all week. This is a good thing." Just as Dreah had pointed that out; Ryan walked into class, looking flustered and tired. "Speak of the devil" she muttered. Talia suddenly got very distracted, and accidentally added the word "Ryan" onto the last of her spell. Dreah felt a warm feeling spread over her body as the daydreaming elf accidentally pointed her wand to her. "Hey! Watch where you're pointing that thing!" Dreah exclaimed. Talia looked over to apologize, but her eyes widened. "Dreah, have I told you how beautiful you look today? And that I love you?" she asked, innocently. Dreah looked down at her "What did you do now? Wait, why am I looking so far down?" she inquired, getting frantic. Dreah looked backwards to see...
Wings; semi transparent, sparkly gold wings to be exact. "TALIA!" she exclaimed. McGonagall looked up and gasped. "Miss Riddle! How did this happen? Get down from the ceiling immediately!" she insisted. "Talia did this to me! And I can't stop floating!" Dreah said frantically, swinging her legs and flapping her wings in nervousness. "STOP FLAPPING!" Ginny shouted. Dreah stopped, and plopped down onto Micheal Corner. "Sorry, Micheal." She apologized, as she helped him up. After ten minutes of examination, McGonagall confirmed Dreah's worst nightmare. "I can't do anything about them." She said. "WHAT!? You mean I'll have to stay a freak of nature forever?" Dreah frowned. "No, you'll just have to do with them for two or three weeks. Maybe a month if it's that bad." Her Professor explained. "NO! Isn't there ANYTHING you can do!?" "You could go to see Madame Pomfrey, just in case." McGonagall suggested.
As she flew, Dreah received second, third and fourth glances from people going down the corridor. "OH SOD OFF!" she exclaimed, scaring a pair of first years. "Hullo Dreah." Said a familiar voice. Dreah looked down to see Harry, looking up at her. She returned his greeting and he looked straight in front of him. Harry did a double take. "SHUT UP! TALIA DID IT TO ME!" Dreah snapped. "Brilliant! I want a pair!" Harry exclaimed. "NO, no you don't." Dreah responded, fluttering into the Hospital wing and leaving Harry to his own devices (which aren't very good). She entered the Hospital wing, and fluttered over to Madame Pomfrey. "Hullo, Madame Pomfrey" she greeted. The school nurse looked up, and smiled warmly. "Hullo, Dreah. I was just tending to your victim- I mean Mr. Malfoy." She said. Dreah winced, and guiltily glanced at an unconscious Draco Malfoy. His platinum blonde hair was falling into his face, as pale eyelids (one, Dreah noticed guiltily was bruised) were covering those glacier blue eyes and a tiny smile was playing across his thin lips. Dreah smiled; if she didn't know better she would say that he looked like an angel.
She snapped out of her trance to tend to what she had come there for. Dreah turned around, showing the nurse her wings. "Can you do anything about these?" she asked. The nurse examined her situation for fifteen minutes, to confirm that Dreah would just have to wait for the spell to fade away. "Oh, while you're here could you stay with Mr. Malfoy for a while? I need to pick up a few ingredients in Hogsmeade and it's the end of the school day anyways." Madame Pomfrey asked, pleadingly. Dreah tensed up, as she glanced at Malfoy. What if he woke up? "Umm....Why not?" she responded. Madame Pomfrey smiled, and told her what to do if he did wake up. Dreah nodded, and when the nurse was gone she walked around the hospital wing; looking at odd pickled objects and powdered roots of whatnots.
A large groan brought Dreah back to attention, as she stiffly turned around to see a very awake looking Draco Malfoy. "Great, you're back to hurt me again." He half groaned. "Stop whining, Malfoy. I need to give you some medicine and heal you." Dreah snapped. She approached him cautiously, sitting beside him to examine his wounds. "I mean, it's only fair that I clean up my own mess." She softly added. She tilted his head to the side, as he winced bracingly. "Don't give me that look. I am not here to hurt you again." Dreah assured him, half sarcastically. She frowned as she saw that the bruised portion of his face had cuts on it. That camera must've been sharp. Her finger traced the spot, but she pulled back as he winced. "Sorry" she whispered, as she turned to grab the vile holding medicines for cuts. She hoped dearly that Malfoy couldn't see her blush. She put a bit of the violet substance onto a piece of cotton and raised it to Draco's forehead, where half of the wound was. Was her camera really that big?
"Be a Malfoy, you sissy!" she exclaimed when he had complained with the littlest touch of the cotton. "But it stings!" Malfoy complained. Dreah softly patted his wound, and blew on it a little. "Nice wings, Riddle." He observed. "Oh, thank you. Talia did it. As a mistake of course." She responded. Dreah then took out her wand and with a few well chosen words; his head was cleared of injury. "Does it still hurt?" she asked, softly. "Yeah" he answered. 'Yeah right' Dreah though to herself. "Aww, do you want me to kiss it better?" she questioned, and before he could answer she leaned over and pressed her lips on his cool forehead. She thought that she had heard him sigh, but that must've just been her imagination. "Much better, but I think that you're camera cut my lip too." He whispered. Dreah almost rolled her eyes, before she bent down and chastely pecked him on the lips. She blushed, as she pulled away after two seconds. "It still hurts" he half teased. Dreah smiled "Well we'll just see about that." She teased back as she bent down and caught his lips with hers. She tilted her head, delighted to find that he still tasted like chocolate éclairs and her hands somehow wound into his hair once again.
"AHEM!" Dreah jumped away, looking behind her. "Oh, hello Madame Pomfrey" she stuttered, blushing. Madame Pomfrey was standing behind them, arms crossed but eyes twinkling merrily. "I was just seeing how he was doing." Dreah lied. "I don't recall any LIP injuries." The nurse smirked. Dreah glanced at Draco, to find him blushing like mad too. "Well he said that they hurt." She explained; which was true. "Obviously, he was just being paranoid." Madame Pomfrey said. Dreah went an even darker shade of red. "Well, you two can go and........examine his mouth some more. As long as it is not in here!" Madame Pomfrey huffed. Dreah nodded, as she felt herself being immediately tugged away. She followed Draco out of the hospital wing, through the corridors and into an abandoned classroom. Dreah looked up, smirking; and was just about to make a sly comment on examining Draco's mouth again when he bent down and examined hers with his.
Talia: (cat calls)
Dreah: LIKE THAT!
Evil Ducky: (attempts to but sounds like gargling)
Chapter 23: Transfiguration and an examination
Dreah chuckled as Talia reminded her that Malfoy was still in the hospital wing with a concussion. "He deserved it, the git." She commented. "But Ryan looked pretty good on Saturday, wouldn't you say?" "I don't know what you're talking about!" Her friend ignorantly insisted. "Ahuh, well it's just good to have a normal week for once. It's Thursday and we haven't seen Malfoy or Ryan all week. This is a good thing." Just as Dreah had pointed that out; Ryan walked into class, looking flustered and tired. "Speak of the devil" she muttered. Talia suddenly got very distracted, and accidentally added the word "Ryan" onto the last of her spell. Dreah felt a warm feeling spread over her body as the daydreaming elf accidentally pointed her wand to her. "Hey! Watch where you're pointing that thing!" Dreah exclaimed. Talia looked over to apologize, but her eyes widened. "Dreah, have I told you how beautiful you look today? And that I love you?" she asked, innocently. Dreah looked down at her "What did you do now? Wait, why am I looking so far down?" she inquired, getting frantic. Dreah looked backwards to see...
Wings; semi transparent, sparkly gold wings to be exact. "TALIA!" she exclaimed. McGonagall looked up and gasped. "Miss Riddle! How did this happen? Get down from the ceiling immediately!" she insisted. "Talia did this to me! And I can't stop floating!" Dreah said frantically, swinging her legs and flapping her wings in nervousness. "STOP FLAPPING!" Ginny shouted. Dreah stopped, and plopped down onto Micheal Corner. "Sorry, Micheal." She apologized, as she helped him up. After ten minutes of examination, McGonagall confirmed Dreah's worst nightmare. "I can't do anything about them." She said. "WHAT!? You mean I'll have to stay a freak of nature forever?" Dreah frowned. "No, you'll just have to do with them for two or three weeks. Maybe a month if it's that bad." Her Professor explained. "NO! Isn't there ANYTHING you can do!?" "You could go to see Madame Pomfrey, just in case." McGonagall suggested.
As she flew, Dreah received second, third and fourth glances from people going down the corridor. "OH SOD OFF!" she exclaimed, scaring a pair of first years. "Hullo Dreah." Said a familiar voice. Dreah looked down to see Harry, looking up at her. She returned his greeting and he looked straight in front of him. Harry did a double take. "SHUT UP! TALIA DID IT TO ME!" Dreah snapped. "Brilliant! I want a pair!" Harry exclaimed. "NO, no you don't." Dreah responded, fluttering into the Hospital wing and leaving Harry to his own devices (which aren't very good). She entered the Hospital wing, and fluttered over to Madame Pomfrey. "Hullo, Madame Pomfrey" she greeted. The school nurse looked up, and smiled warmly. "Hullo, Dreah. I was just tending to your victim- I mean Mr. Malfoy." She said. Dreah winced, and guiltily glanced at an unconscious Draco Malfoy. His platinum blonde hair was falling into his face, as pale eyelids (one, Dreah noticed guiltily was bruised) were covering those glacier blue eyes and a tiny smile was playing across his thin lips. Dreah smiled; if she didn't know better she would say that he looked like an angel.
She snapped out of her trance to tend to what she had come there for. Dreah turned around, showing the nurse her wings. "Can you do anything about these?" she asked. The nurse examined her situation for fifteen minutes, to confirm that Dreah would just have to wait for the spell to fade away. "Oh, while you're here could you stay with Mr. Malfoy for a while? I need to pick up a few ingredients in Hogsmeade and it's the end of the school day anyways." Madame Pomfrey asked, pleadingly. Dreah tensed up, as she glanced at Malfoy. What if he woke up? "Umm....Why not?" she responded. Madame Pomfrey smiled, and told her what to do if he did wake up. Dreah nodded, and when the nurse was gone she walked around the hospital wing; looking at odd pickled objects and powdered roots of whatnots.
A large groan brought Dreah back to attention, as she stiffly turned around to see a very awake looking Draco Malfoy. "Great, you're back to hurt me again." He half groaned. "Stop whining, Malfoy. I need to give you some medicine and heal you." Dreah snapped. She approached him cautiously, sitting beside him to examine his wounds. "I mean, it's only fair that I clean up my own mess." She softly added. She tilted his head to the side, as he winced bracingly. "Don't give me that look. I am not here to hurt you again." Dreah assured him, half sarcastically. She frowned as she saw that the bruised portion of his face had cuts on it. That camera must've been sharp. Her finger traced the spot, but she pulled back as he winced. "Sorry" she whispered, as she turned to grab the vile holding medicines for cuts. She hoped dearly that Malfoy couldn't see her blush. She put a bit of the violet substance onto a piece of cotton and raised it to Draco's forehead, where half of the wound was. Was her camera really that big?
"Be a Malfoy, you sissy!" she exclaimed when he had complained with the littlest touch of the cotton. "But it stings!" Malfoy complained. Dreah softly patted his wound, and blew on it a little. "Nice wings, Riddle." He observed. "Oh, thank you. Talia did it. As a mistake of course." She responded. Dreah then took out her wand and with a few well chosen words; his head was cleared of injury. "Does it still hurt?" she asked, softly. "Yeah" he answered. 'Yeah right' Dreah though to herself. "Aww, do you want me to kiss it better?" she questioned, and before he could answer she leaned over and pressed her lips on his cool forehead. She thought that she had heard him sigh, but that must've just been her imagination. "Much better, but I think that you're camera cut my lip too." He whispered. Dreah almost rolled her eyes, before she bent down and chastely pecked him on the lips. She blushed, as she pulled away after two seconds. "It still hurts" he half teased. Dreah smiled "Well we'll just see about that." She teased back as she bent down and caught his lips with hers. She tilted her head, delighted to find that he still tasted like chocolate éclairs and her hands somehow wound into his hair once again.
"AHEM!" Dreah jumped away, looking behind her. "Oh, hello Madame Pomfrey" she stuttered, blushing. Madame Pomfrey was standing behind them, arms crossed but eyes twinkling merrily. "I was just seeing how he was doing." Dreah lied. "I don't recall any LIP injuries." The nurse smirked. Dreah glanced at Draco, to find him blushing like mad too. "Well he said that they hurt." She explained; which was true. "Obviously, he was just being paranoid." Madame Pomfrey said. Dreah went an even darker shade of red. "Well, you two can go and........examine his mouth some more. As long as it is not in here!" Madame Pomfrey huffed. Dreah nodded, as she felt herself being immediately tugged away. She followed Draco out of the hospital wing, through the corridors and into an abandoned classroom. Dreah looked up, smirking; and was just about to make a sly comment on examining Draco's mouth again when he bent down and examined hers with his.