A/N: I have heard your cries my minions and so here it is CHAPTER 7!
A/A/N: There are some trashy parts in here and strong language. So if you don't like... don't read. If you don't mind... READ ON!
Pansy was in the middle of being comforted by Millie when Crabbe tapped her on the shoulder.
"Um, Pansy," he said, suddenly he found it hard to speak to her, he wondered why. "This is for you," Crabbe said as he clumsily handed her the folder and started blushing.
Pansy then proceeded to take the folder from him and used it to slap him across the face. Crabbe yelled in pain and blood trickled down his face. I mean, let's admit it, paper/folder cuts really do hurt. He looked at Pansy and blinked back the tears. 'I must be manly, I must be manly... I am so not doing the metrosexual thing like Draco.' Pansy tossed the folder toward her schoolbag, to distraught to care what it said.
"Millie, HOLD ME!" she cried out quite dramatically.
"Um, Pansy... I AM HOLDING YOU!"
"Oh... right... knew that…" she blubbered.
Goyle cleared his throat to gather attention because everyone, including the author, forgot he was there.
"Um, I hate to ruin this but we have to go to Potions," Greg said.
"No," Draco corrected, "You, Pansy, Millie and Crabbe have to go to Potions. I'm stuck with a free period." "I wonder if Professor Slughorn will let me sit in the back of Potions because I have a free period." Draco thought aloud.
"Why would you want to freely sit in on potions?" asked Millie, stunned.
"No reason," he said staring directly at Crabbe. 'Right into his dreamy eyes...' Draco thought.
"Right, then," Crabbe said slowly backing away, "we'd better be… going." he said and took off in a sprint away from Draco. Draco then cried, like a little girl, and everyone laughed, including the author (and beta/co-writer). HA! Draco ran like a little girl who had just been dumped; he ran through Hogwarts to the Slytherin common room and stumbled into his Prefect room. He slammed the door shut directly after put up his fluffy pink Do Not Disturb Sign he only put up when he was extremely distressed. It's not like anyone would want to disturb him though. I mean he is Draco after all; he only has so many friends.
"Well, you're mean," said Draco still weeping, "and people say I'M evil."
"Why, thank you," said the author of doom who then ran away from Hogwarts and all the way home to New Jersey to yell at her lazy beta. "Now where was I?"
Ah, right…..Back to the story…..
Pansy sat in Potions not doing her work, of course. She was Pansy Parkinson; she didn't have to do work. She was in a 5th Year Potions class and would get the work off some stupid fifth year at the end of class. With nothing better to do, she quickly read (who knew it was possible? I guess those gossip magazines would pay off someday) the folder Crabbe had given her. She wiped the blood off first, of course.
"Uck, this is so gross," she muttered under her breath.
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Meanwhile, Fred and George sat quite comfortably back at their shop; wearing sunglasses and straw hats, leaning back in their chairs and drinking Pina Colatas with little drink umbrellas.
"She's got 2 minutes." Fred said, checking the clock.
"Hurry up, you whore," George said.
Fred fell of his chair. "GEORGE! LANGUAGE!" he said, "THIS IS A CHILDREN'S FIC!"
"No it's not." George said.
"Oh, okay then proceed."
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Pansy had just figured this out too. But there was nothing to fear; after all she was, as I said before, Pansy Parkinson. She could have any guy she wanted in this room. 'After all, I am –sizzle- HOT!' She looked around, spotted her target and quickly made her way over to the table across her.
"Blaise," she called as sexily as she could in a loud whisper, "Come here."
He did as instructed and made his way to the isle where Pansy stood. Pansy pulled him into her and snogged him better then she had ever snogged Draco. Millie cheered and the fifth years gasped. Pansy got so into it that she pulled Blaise down onto the ground in the aisle of the potions dungeon. They then proceeded to... make out, extensively. They hit table after table when, all of the sudden, Pansy was covered in a white... sticky... moist… potion (you sicko's!).
Slughorn, who finally snapped out of his daze, noticed the whole class had stopped working and then began to, with much effort, separate the two. "Guess someone made a bit of a strong love potion, didn't they?" he said grinning at the two, "Just don't let it happen during class again."
Crabbe, who'd been watching the entire time, looked down at his potion and cried. Can you believe that? The git actually cried! Anyway, seeing as tears weren't one of the ingredients of the potion they had been mixing, the cauldron ended up exploding and spreading the white, sticky potion everywhere. Crabbe, Pansy and Blaise got up - sticky and soaking - with hideous burns all over their faces. "I guess we should go to the Hospital Wing." Blaise said. "Yeah... that'd be good." Pansy replied. Blaise and Pansy walked off and Crabbe silently followed, holding in his tears that were begging to come out.
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"I wonder if Draco was okay with all of this," Fred said, looking up at the new updated Wall of Snogness (A/N: it has a name!).
"Who cares?" replied George grinning furiously.
A/N: Hope this one is a little longer. Trust me, they'll get better after I start hitting more interesting characters or character's I like. Please review and don't forget the algebraic formula: R + S U (and for all of you who're failing algebra/math like miss beta/cowriter; it's Reviews + Suggestions Update... or, Reviews + Suggestion U make us get off our lazy arses and write another chappie. : )