Disclaimer: We don't own Harry Potter......who (in fanfics) likes to cross
dress a lot. Have you any idea how many truth or dare fanfics calls upon
Harry in a dress?
Talia: I KNOW!
Evil Ducky: But he IS hot!
Dreah: EWWW! Wait, I thought you were a boy.
Evil Ducky: My gender is yet to be determined.
Talia and Dreah: (weird stares)
Chapter 24: Amara Deville
Dreah was feeling quite good, for today was November 20: no particular important day. But of course the fact that she had been meeting Draco in closets for the past week had NOTHING to do with her happy feeling. It was dinner time and she was just about to go to the great hall, but first she needed her wand. Her last class was potions; so she didn't really need it so she was heading down to her Slytherin dormitory to fetch it before going to the great hall for dinner. Dreah stood in front of the portrait and said in happy tone "Mudbloods" Sir Cadogan (who was filling in for the regular portrait) challenged her to a duel, but she politely declined and the door swung open. Dreah looked up and froze in disbelief.
There, lying in the middle of the common room was Draco and on top of him, with her lips connected to hers was Amara Deville; a beautiful sixth year Slytherin. Dreah didn't know what to do, she couldn't move but she couldn't talk either. Draco looked up and pushed Amara off. "Dreah!" he said in surprise. A very wide eyed Dreah ran off, ignoring Draco screaming her name. She ran as fast as she could (which wasn't very fast) and finally she felt a hand clasp onto her right wrist, stopping her. She turned around to see Draco. "Dreah, it's not what it looks like." He said desperately. "Sure, it isn't. What was it? Did your lips hurt? I expect she was just examining them." Dreah spat. Draco winced at the hurtful comment. "No, she just jump..." he started, but was cut off with Dreah's fist connecting with his jaw. "Shut up! You and I need to have a very big talk."
"You keep saying you've got something for me
Something you call love but confess
You've been a'messin' where you shouldn't have been messin'
Now someone else is getting all your best
These shoes are made for walking
And that's just what they'll do
One of these days these shoes are gonna walk all over you
Yeah
You keep lying when you oughta be truthin
You keep losin' when you oughta not bet
You keep samin' when you oughta be a'changin'
What's right is right, but you ain't been right yet
These shoes are made for walking
And that's just what they'll do
One of these days these shoes are gonna walk all over you
You keep playing, where you shouldn't be playing
And you keep thinking that you'll never get burnt, ha!
I've just found me a brand new box of matches
And what he knows you ain't had time to learn
These shoes are made for walking
And that's just what they'll do
One of these days these shoes are gonna walk all over you"
Dreah half sang this, half said it. When she had stopped, she gave a very guilty looking Draco a slit eyes glare. "I'm not through with you, Malfoy. Someone has to teach you a lesson, and that someone is me." She said, before taking aim. And for the second time in her life, she left Draco yelping in pain on the floor. "Pleasure doing business with you Malfoy!" she called as she walked away, feeling the weird feeling of déjà vu.
When Dreah arrived in the great hall, Talia asked her what was wrong. Apparently she was looking rather sour. "I don't want to talk about it." Dreah told her friend, sourly. "Ok, then do you want some food?" Talia asked, food solved every problem! "No" Dreah responded, bitterly. "I want to kill Malfoy" she added. "Oh great, I thought that you two were happily snogging." Talia said, curiously. "We were. Unfortunately, that's all we were doing. I obviously was nothing to the git but a little toy he could drag into a closet every once in a while." Dreah snapped. Talia decided not to press the matter, so instead she asked Dreah if she wanted some ice cream later. Dreah declined. She asked if Dreah wanted candy. Dreah declined. Finally, she asked if Dreah wanted some Chocolate éclairs. Dreah declined. "This is bad. You won't even take éclairs! Well don't worry; I know exactly how to cheer you up." Talia said, cheerfully. "Are you going to shoot Malfoy?" Dreah asked, hopefully. "No, better! We're going to drain your father's bank account and go shopping!" Talia exclaimed. "Remember, tomorrow is Hogsmeade! MWHAHAHAHAHA"
Talia: I KNOW!
Evil Ducky: But he IS hot!
Dreah: EWWW! Wait, I thought you were a boy.
Evil Ducky: My gender is yet to be determined.
Talia and Dreah: (weird stares)
Chapter 24: Amara Deville
Dreah was feeling quite good, for today was November 20: no particular important day. But of course the fact that she had been meeting Draco in closets for the past week had NOTHING to do with her happy feeling. It was dinner time and she was just about to go to the great hall, but first she needed her wand. Her last class was potions; so she didn't really need it so she was heading down to her Slytherin dormitory to fetch it before going to the great hall for dinner. Dreah stood in front of the portrait and said in happy tone "Mudbloods" Sir Cadogan (who was filling in for the regular portrait) challenged her to a duel, but she politely declined and the door swung open. Dreah looked up and froze in disbelief.
There, lying in the middle of the common room was Draco and on top of him, with her lips connected to hers was Amara Deville; a beautiful sixth year Slytherin. Dreah didn't know what to do, she couldn't move but she couldn't talk either. Draco looked up and pushed Amara off. "Dreah!" he said in surprise. A very wide eyed Dreah ran off, ignoring Draco screaming her name. She ran as fast as she could (which wasn't very fast) and finally she felt a hand clasp onto her right wrist, stopping her. She turned around to see Draco. "Dreah, it's not what it looks like." He said desperately. "Sure, it isn't. What was it? Did your lips hurt? I expect she was just examining them." Dreah spat. Draco winced at the hurtful comment. "No, she just jump..." he started, but was cut off with Dreah's fist connecting with his jaw. "Shut up! You and I need to have a very big talk."
"You keep saying you've got something for me
Something you call love but confess
You've been a'messin' where you shouldn't have been messin'
Now someone else is getting all your best
These shoes are made for walking
And that's just what they'll do
One of these days these shoes are gonna walk all over you
Yeah
You keep lying when you oughta be truthin
You keep losin' when you oughta not bet
You keep samin' when you oughta be a'changin'
What's right is right, but you ain't been right yet
These shoes are made for walking
And that's just what they'll do
One of these days these shoes are gonna walk all over you
You keep playing, where you shouldn't be playing
And you keep thinking that you'll never get burnt, ha!
I've just found me a brand new box of matches
And what he knows you ain't had time to learn
These shoes are made for walking
And that's just what they'll do
One of these days these shoes are gonna walk all over you"
Dreah half sang this, half said it. When she had stopped, she gave a very guilty looking Draco a slit eyes glare. "I'm not through with you, Malfoy. Someone has to teach you a lesson, and that someone is me." She said, before taking aim. And for the second time in her life, she left Draco yelping in pain on the floor. "Pleasure doing business with you Malfoy!" she called as she walked away, feeling the weird feeling of déjà vu.
When Dreah arrived in the great hall, Talia asked her what was wrong. Apparently she was looking rather sour. "I don't want to talk about it." Dreah told her friend, sourly. "Ok, then do you want some food?" Talia asked, food solved every problem! "No" Dreah responded, bitterly. "I want to kill Malfoy" she added. "Oh great, I thought that you two were happily snogging." Talia said, curiously. "We were. Unfortunately, that's all we were doing. I obviously was nothing to the git but a little toy he could drag into a closet every once in a while." Dreah snapped. Talia decided not to press the matter, so instead she asked Dreah if she wanted some ice cream later. Dreah declined. She asked if Dreah wanted candy. Dreah declined. Finally, she asked if Dreah wanted some Chocolate éclairs. Dreah declined. "This is bad. You won't even take éclairs! Well don't worry; I know exactly how to cheer you up." Talia said, cheerfully. "Are you going to shoot Malfoy?" Dreah asked, hopefully. "No, better! We're going to drain your father's bank account and go shopping!" Talia exclaimed. "Remember, tomorrow is Hogsmeade! MWHAHAHAHAHA"