Disclaimer: Characters not mine and are only borrowed.

a/n: Thank you for the reviews. They are much appreciated. :) Again, more comments and/or constructive criticism are welcome. Oh, and again, careful with the flames…I would like to improve my writing, not be horribly crushed... lol.

Notes: " " speaking, and ' ' thinking

Now on with the chapter two.

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Previously

"You're the guy with the third story bulge!" Harry exclaimed.

"Huh?"

"Ah," Harry reddened, "that came out wrong… Sorry..." he said sheepishly.

"It's alright," the model smirked and held out a hand, "I'm Draco, by the way."

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"Harry," Harry introduced himself as he nervously shook Draco's hand.

"Ten minutes! Ten minutes, everyone! The show will start in ten!" a frenzy stage manager shouted.

"Um," Harry started, dropping Draco's hand, "I think we should go so you can finish dressing." He tugged on Pansy's blouse, signally that they ought to leave.

"I'm already dressed," Draco smiled.

Harry stopped pulling. Briefs were his only attire? "B-but, you're only wearing… underwear!" Harry sputtered, shocked at Draco's comment.

Draco nodded, silently chuckling.

Pansy sighed, "Y'know, Harry, he is an un—"

"Positions, People, positions! Models get into position! Go, go, go!" the manager frantically screamed.

"Well, we're gonna scram! Bye," Harry said hurriedly, dragging Pansy behind him.

"Bye, Sweetie. Good luck!" Pansy shouted, blowing a kiss to the model.

Draco grinned and waved them goodbye. 'Pansy sure has interesting friends,' he thought. 'Actually,' he laughed, 'this one's odd.'

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"Scram. Scram! Who the bloody hell says scram anymore?" Harry muttered under his breath as he and Pansy made their way to their seats.

"I agree. You were acting like idiot back there," Pansy remarked while straightening her blouse. Harry created many wrinkles when he grabbed it.

"And who's fault was that?" he grumbled.

"Yours," she replied matter-of-factly and marched off to where Hermione sat.

She had a point there. Harry sighed, bowing his head, as he followed Pansy. The evening was not going well, and he really wanted to leave.

Sitting in the seat by Hermione, Harry heavily sighed. 'Why did we have to sit in the front row?' he thought. He preferred being in the back of things.

"What's wrong?" Hermione inquired.

"Nothing," Harry replied. Not everyone had to know about his embarrassing encounter backstage. It was horrible enough for it to happen.

"Right," she said flatly, frowning at his lack of a response. "Well, if everything's fine, why don't you go to the after party?"

'No!' his mind cried. "I, uh, kind of, um, have someth—"

"It would be great if you go, Harry!" Pansy chirped from Hermione's other side.

"I don't think that—"

"No, no. You must go. Hermione and I will be going!"

"But, tomorrow I have to—"

"And you'll get to meet all the sexy models."

"But I don't want to meet all—"

"And there will be free refreshments and drinks. It'll be great!"

Harry sighed. "Yea… great…" he mumbled. 'Great for me to act like a fool again,' he added gloomily. Harry was a horrible pushover.

"Great! It's settled then."

"Don't worry, Harry. It's actually pretty fun," Hermione smiled, reassuring him.

'I highly doubt I'll have any fun,' he grumbled in thought as he slid down his chair.

Minutes later, the house lights dimmed.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to XES's Summer Collection Fashion Show," the announcer's booming voice resonated. Upbeat music began to play as the first model strutted down the catwalk.

Pansy watched with glittering eyes, Hermione sat poised as she prepared to furiously scribble on her notepad, and Harry was bored.

'Pansy loves these kinds of things. Hermione is doing her job. And I'm… sitting here.' Harry thought mindlessly. 'What is so interesting about these shows? All the clothes are funky. What normal person would wear them," he pondered.

'Like that model looks like a tablecloth with oversized buttons,' Harry commented as a lanky woman, wearing a long plaid dress with big buttons, sauntered down the walkway.

'And she looks like she's growing marshmallows," he laughed silently as the next model came out wearing a white bikini with slight puffs.

Distorting and massacring the art of fashion, Harry continued his comments, quietly amusing himself.

'What is that? She looks like a demented purple poodle with fuzz sprouting all over her chest. Oh, that one looks like it hurts. Her chains seem like they're suffocating her. Who would want to swim with chains? Wow… is that an invisible dress…? I think I can see— Whoa, what is that guy wearing? He looks like bloody cupid. And…"

For a good few minutes, Harry maintained his nonstop abuse until that too began to bore him.

'Horrid. Boring," he simplified, "Too much. Plain. Weird. Masochistic. Pink and puffy. Outrageous. Not bad. Sp— Wait, not bad?' Harry stopped his thoughts and sat up straight. Draco just came out and was walking down the catwalk.

"Oh, oh. It's Draco!" Pansy squealed. "Mm, look how his hair slightly lifts as he walks and how his abs glistens in the light. Hermione, stop writing and just look! Ah, and that ass. I can just gra—"

"Pansy! We get the point. Stop with the hand motions!" Harry interrupted her as he leaned over Hermione to swat away Pansy's hands. It was embarrassing to have her groping imaginary buttocks in the air.

As he desperately tried to rid the offending hands, Harry saw Draco returning from the end of the catwalk. Harry immediately sat properly back into his seat, not wanting the blonde to see him doing more foolish acts. But to his dismay, it seemed that the other already had. Draco winked and smirked at them. Harry flushed and slid to the very bottom of his seat.

"Stupid Pansy…" Harry muttered.

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a/n: As a reader, I personally enjoy reading long updates. But as a writer, this is a lot for me. I wish I could write more.

Anyways, please review. Any little comment will do. :)