"Well," Pansy said in a voice loud enough to fit a queen commanding her servents to work faster. "Slytherin lost." She threw her hands in the air and stared at the blonde boy who seemed more interested in his fingernails. The Slytherin with high standing sat down in the chair and gripped the pink coffee mug tighter and watched puffs of white cloudy steam rise to the ceiling.
Silence was becoming overwhelming in Malfoy's head. For a split second he heard his classmate speaking in an annoying tone. "They call her the jewel of Ravenclaw. She seems more like a dull rock." Trying to figure out who she was talking about, his mind came across the unthinkable.
His face was digruntled and cross as Pansy kissed him.
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"I love it when he wears moccasins in winter," The brunette spoke to the firey red head snapping her bright sea blue gum. "I love the way he licks his lips when in need of chapstick. His is like, making me have a hands - off - orgasm, Gin."
The words she said were picked out perfectly. The girl was finally in love.
"Go ahead and fuck him, Mione. I don't want to hear you gush, making me sick." Ginny spoke up and rubbed her temples. "Just you remember to use a condom."
A pillow flew from the fifth year's bed and smacked the angel kissed face in the side. Ginevra smirked from where she was sitting.
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"Why her, Harry? Why her?" Big giant hands crushed with orange hair. His partner in crime with the messy mop of ink black hair stared at his frustrated friend. "Why is she stuck in my mind?"
Harry merely blinked a few times then spoke, "Tell her that she is giving you nightmares." A grimace fell to the Weasley's face and automatically he lost. No sarcastic comment left to spare. "I'm going to bed."
And like that he left for the dorms, trudging off in his screaming orange pajamas.