"Draco, DARLING!" Pansy said in her high shrill voice, " I was ever so worried about you. I see you, on the other hand, have gotten much better." She narrowed her eyes at the sight of Tori.
"So you're the infamous Pansy Parkinson that I've heard ever so much about," Tori yawned but managed to say sarcastically. She knew the shrill voice, "What are you doing here? Don't you know that Draco's my lover?" She glared at Pansy. She had short, black hair and wasn't much taller than Tori herself. He was with this? She thought to herself with a smirk on her face. Looks like I don't have as much to compete with as I thought.
Tori stood up. She was still dressed in one of Draco's button up dress shirts, which barely covered her thighs, much less reached her knees. Pansy's narrowed stare became a glare filled with daggers.
"Just who do you think you are!" she screeched, "Draco is not your lover. He wouldn't do anything to upset me. He's my fiancé." Tori snorted upon hearing this. She glanced at Draco.
"So tell me, Draco, darling," she said with ice dripping from 'darling', "When did this happen?" Draco rolled over and pretended to fall asleep. She shook her head, "No matter." She looked at Pansy.
"You're no match for me. It's actually quite pathetic, really."
Harry paced the living room. He had put Ginny to sleep earlier. He had had to stay with her until she had fallen asleep, because she refused to let him leave. Ron sat in an armchair in a corner of the other living room, across from the one that Harry was in. Hermione sat with Ron. The rest of the family had gone to sleep.
Harry heard a crash in the fireplace and turned to see Tori crawling out of it. She coughed a few times and dusted herself off as she stood up.
"Ugh," she said as she rubbed the soot into her clothes, which only made it worse, "Oh! 'Ello Harry. How long have you been there?" He glared at her a moment.
"You and I need to talk," he said as he grabbed her arm and dragged her upstairs to her room. Tori sighed and decided to comply. He threw her onto the bed and she smiled slightly.
"Harry," she giggled, "I wouldn't have thought you had it in you." He glared at her.
"You're a really horrible person, you know that?" he said looking away. She looked away as well.
"You wouldn't be the first to tell me that." He looked at her again. She appeared deep in thought.
"Do you know what happened last night?" she said in deep thought, and more to herself than Harry. He still felt obliged to answer however, "No, I don't."
"Me either," was the reply. He raised an eyebrow, "All I know is that you weren't in your room." She looked up at him. Now it was her turn to raise an eyebrow.
"And just what exactly were you doing in my room? You weren't…checking…on me, now were you? I don't like being treated like a child even more than having my word not trusted," she spit out the last part as though it were acid, "If there is only one thing about me that anyone can trust, it's my word. I never break it. Hell, I can't break the damn thing. I shouldn't say anymore." Harry glanced at her and sat down next to her on the bed.
"Tell me," he pressed. She shook her head. He gave her a playful shove, "I'm sure it couldn't be anything embarrassing…"
"You'd be surprised, Mr. Potter," she said sounding more mature than usual. She stood up and stretched, "Now if you wouldn't mind I'd like to go to bed. I had an…er, encounter with something, or someone rather, that was quite unpleasant." He nodded and stood up, but didn't move towards the door.
"Harry," she said sounding more like herself again, "Now I don't mind if you stay. But I'm sure your beloved Ginny will. So you'd better get back to her side." She winked and all of a sudden he was standing outside of her room facing a closed door. He held up the bleach blonde hair he had plucked off of "Tori's" clothes. I wonder who's this is, he thought dryly.