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"Be sure to take good care of your cousin, Draco," Narcissa instructed, kissing her son on the cheek as the two prepared to board the Hogwarts Express. Draco merely wiped his cheek with the back of his hand and watched the disgusted look on his father's face. Only Narcissa could possibly still believe kat's whole innocent child of a traitor routine. Kat just smiled sweetly," Why thank you, Aunt Narcissa. I'm sure dear Draco will take marvelous care of me. We better go so we don't miss the train." Narcissa nodded and demanded a hug from the girl who was the closest thing she had to a daughter. Damn, Kat thought, this broad was dumb.
Linking her arm forcefully in Draco's, Kat strolled off towards the train until she heard someone call out for him. "Hey, Draky-poo!" Turning, she noticed a pug-faced person waving cheerfully. "Oh, Sleeping Beauty," Kat gushed, " I just knew you had to have a handsome prince somewhere. Do be a dear and introduce me." Draco looked positively livid. "That is my girlfriend, damn you! GIRL- friend!" Kat put on an apologetic face, "Terribly Sorry, Sleeping Beauty, I didn't know and in all fairness... you did kind of give the impression that..."
"I AM NOT GAY!" Draco shouted so loudly that everyone started to stare. The turning red he added in a hiss, "And don't call me Sleeping Beauty either!" With a very serious expression, Kat raised a hand to her forehead in a salute, "Yes, Ma'am!"
When the pug-face girlfriend of her cousin did arrive, she was flanked by two rather nauseating looking fellows. Draco made a few rough introductions. "Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle, This is my cousin Kat. She's from the States.Let's go before all the bloody Gryffindors take all the compartments." Kat shook hands and smiled politely. Repulsed I'm sure. Draco and Pansy then proceeded to leave her with Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dumber to go off and do (she assumed) she never ever wanted to think about the Princess and the Pug doing.While Crabbe was trying to take Kat's trunk, Goyle had affixed his eyes to a region that made Kat want to hex him so bad his son's sons wouldn't have the male anatomy.
"Gregory, was it?" She said in a voice as sickly sweet as cherry cough syrup," Would you be a dear and take my bags for me?" Goyle lifted his eyes just long enough to smirk at Crabbe before taking the trunk. She then ran a reluctant hand through his hair and bent close to his ear. "And furthermore, I know that the girls down there are lovely. But if you looked up you'd see these damn near gorgeous green eyes and probably wouldn't be able to look away. Which is okay because I would hack off your manhood for staring at those." Goyle looked back at her dazzling sweet smile and gulped, "Yes'm (A/N: yes i know completely southern expression so sue me) before scurrying off.
" Now, Vincent," she said, turning back to Crabbe and linking arms with him,"Where were we?" He stuttered, "H...h...how did you know our first names?" She gave him a squeeze and whispered in his ear, "You'll soon come to see, I know everything, love" She gave him a sweet smile and blew him a kiss as she ran off to find a compartment. Leaving him with a stunned expression, Kat smiled to herself, extremely pleased with today's work. She'd found the perfect informant. Poor lug probably dying for a good shag, she thought to herself. He'll be easy as pie to work over.
Crabbe was still shocked as he climbed on the train. Did some pretty girl really juts whisper something suggestive into his ear? HIS ear? The one on the left(or right he couldn't tell sometimes) with the mole on top and the hair inside? AND she'd called him love. NO girl Ever called hime love. Well, except Millicent Bulstrode, but that just wasn't the sort of thing a bloke liked to brag about.
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