A/N: Okay! So guess what's coming up? A configured Dark Mark? You'll never know unless you read! I have to go before I'm caught for doing a crime by using the computer, so I have a lot to say but later, the next chapter, okay? Well, you don't have a choice.
Chapter 5: I told you so Draco
For a moment, I gaped at her in sheer bewilderment, and then I looked at the mysterious 'thing' in question again. It must have been quite a while, because she caught me staring
at her hip and she must have thought I was some sort of perverted freak because she frowned disapprovingly and blushed profusely.
"Look Malfoy, I know my clothes are cool but you don't have to gawk." Granger drawled in an insolent tone uncannily similar to my own. I didn't really want to embarrass
her that bad, and besides, it was a sensitive area. Literally (on her body). Oh dear. This was not going to be easy telling her. I flushed slightly, (not a lot; Malfoys never blush a lot.)
and cleared my throat nervously. She just stared at me uncomprehendingly, with a look of impatience and a tinge of curiosity on her face. I fidgeted restlessly, and bounced on each
foot. Come on, you had to give me some credit…I was a guy after all. How did you explain to a banshee-like woman that her pants were slipping down inch by inch without getting
thumped hard on the head?
"Urm…it's not your clothes, it's your…ahem…" I trailed off lamely, unable to carry on, and merely swept my icy-cold fingers past my left pelvic bone. She just quirked her
eyebrow and unconcernedly looked down, probably thinking it was a joke. Until she saw what I saw.
Frankly, if I did not have a Malfoy reputation to hold up, I would have outright confessed that it wasn't bad actually. Unfortunately, I was, after all, a Malfoy and therefore had to
uphold the name. So to get the money. Nah, I was kidding. But it's true.
Anyway, I stared at it steadily, dissecting each bit and studying it in detail. It was a depiction of elegance, a more dignified show of colors. On Granger's bone lay a tattoo of a
motherly deer, resting lazily on a clump of autumn leaves, her face a picture of peace and rest. Behind her, her young doe was prancing about elatedly, a satisfied yet inquisitive
expression on her face. (How ironic.) Their skins were like a chestnut coat draped across their haunches, sleek and shiny. They were blotted with tiny spots of white, a speckle of
color, like drips of paint on skin. The trees around them were different hues of oranges and reds, with the occasional brown of branches peeking out behind the leaves. The sun was
a golden orb just above the horizon, spreading its warm rays. You could just make out minute grains of sand flying up from the ground, which was a crumbly base, like an apple
crumble. Yum…
My detailed analysis was rudely interrupted when Granger hitched up her offending pants, her cheeks now a violent scarlet. Had I found out about it through other less awkward
means, I would have laughed in disbelief that Granger had a tattoo. But…but there it was. If I reached out, I could touch it. Granger quickly spun around her heel, her jaw clenched
tightly in embarrassment. I shrugged nonchalantly; if she wanted to play dumb, then so would I. We both marched back in the direction we were coming from, and I would bet my
bottom Galleons that she had no clue as to where she was heading. So, just to humour myself, I branched off into a carriage, flinging the door open and, dusting the, well, dust off
the seat, I sat down. I waited patiently, sniggering under my breath, waiting till she finally grasped the fact that I was gone.
And sure enough, five seconds later, I heard footsteps stalking back, and coming to a halt in front of the door. I smirked, knowing that she had no choice to enter. Prior to my
previous belief (sorry, I like that phrase), she just stood there calmly, not moving a tiny bit. I knew she had not gone, because firstly, there were no more footsteps and secondly, I
wasn't blind and I saw the shadow.
Now really puzzled as to why she did not make her million-dollar entrance, I slowly crept to the door, and suddenly whipped it open to startle her. I guess what goes around comes
around Fate decided to pay me back. Instead of her being shaken, I myself was stunned, in a negative way. A ball of blond hair and pallid skin hurled herself at me, cooing sweet
nothings into my ear and stroking the small of my back. I groaned with remorse. Not her…please Dear Merlin…anyone but her. Pansy Parkinson, the girl who thought herself the
equivalent of Aphrodite in looks. Of course, her self-perceptions were deluded. Looking like a not so distant cousin of the bulldog species, she thought way too highly of herself. As
her hands brushed the plush velvet of my cloak, she moaned satisfactorily, probably thinking it was seductive, but it just made her seem like a dog which lost its genitals. I made a
tiny grunt of disgust and pushed her off me. Adjusting my robes a little, I proceeded to march out of the carriage. And I nearly made it too.
Pansy flounced grumpily and pounced forward, dragging me backwards by my robes. Oh darn. Must get those changed… Before Pansy banged the door shut, I swore I saw
Granger laughing hysterically to herself in a corner. Oh, she was so dead…
"Drakie dear, where were you going? I wasn't finished…" She enveloped me with a flurry of sloppy kisses, drool al over my face. In utter revolt, I used her robes to rub the
spittle off my face. Unfortunately, that only brought my face closer to her…urm…gigantic chest. Pansy gave a squeal of delight and pressed me closer. I nearly fainted. Her flowery
perfume was getting to me and I couldn't help but let out a sneeze. Darn flowers. Luck did not seem to be on my side, because my lips puckered up against her thin cotton
material and it slipped down. My lips were pressed against her bare skin, in the valley between her...urm…never mind. I'm guessing you already know. Stupid Pansy took that
has an invitation to remove my robes and to huddle me closer. I tried and struggled to get off, but Pansy had a death grip on me, she must have learned kung-fu or something like it.
Just before things turned X-rated, the door slammed open, and I breathed a soft sigh of relief into Pansy's sweaty chest. She decided to be protective of me, and held my face
closer. Okay, now breathing was seriously becoming an issue. I tried to call for help, but instead only a muffled sound came out.
All of sudden, there was a distinct "click" of a camera and though between Pansy's…ahem…special features, I could still see the blinding flash. The room was deadly silent,
and even my flailing arms went limp in horror. Oh no…Pansy was going to have a field day. What were people going to say when they say my head practically stuck between her,
and my robes off and shirt buttons half undone? I moaned internally. Why? Why me? Then the silence was abruptly broken when Pansy burst into peals of laughter.
"Oh Granger…you better give me one of those by tomorrow. You know what? Make it a hundred blown up. My friends want to see them. You better." Pansy ordered, still
giggling girlishly. Who cared what she did…I stopped listening when she said the word Granger. My lifeline! She was my last resort. I was about to speak, but Granger beat me to
it. Again. I still remembered the lunch lady incident.
"Right Parkinson. You just keep dreaming. I'm not your servant so try finding your fellow pimp to help. You'd do better. Malfoy, as much as you'd enjoy staying, I'm
afraid I have to be the bearer of bad news. We have a prefect meeting." Granger retorted frostily. I smirked. Ooh yeah Granger…give her more…
"Wait…hold on…firstly, what's a…pimt? Is it like a bigger zit or something? And who said I was dreaming?.." Pansy wondered dreamily. I sighed, and I could almost see
Granger roll her eyes in exasperation. Being the sneaky Slytherin, this was the moment I was waiting for. When Pansy let go slightly. I could feel her grip loosening slightly as she
pondered and I wasted no time in leaping out of her arms and scurried out of the carriage, my shirt still flapping wildly. Granger, bless her soul, acted quickly and banged the door
shut, and clamped it up using her right hand, while the other motioning to me to get into any spare carriage. I desperately fled for one of them, and saw a door half open about three
carriages away. I peeked in, and luckily, there was not a single soul. I hopped in, waiting for Granger, to get in.
But…she still had not made her escape yet, for I could still hear the ear-piercing shrieks and vicious thumps. I poked my head out and flapping my hands, asked her to get the devil
out of there. She shook her head and wildly gestured to her bulky camera. I signalled for her to throw it over. Her eyes widened, then realizing that it was the only last option,
nodded briskly. With a single hand, she tossed it into the air and it made a beautiful arch in the air…before landing straight into my arms. I really wanted to laugh and say "I told
you so," but this was no time to gloat. It was a matter of pride now. I beckoned for her to make her exit now, but she held up her hand and wickedly cracked a smile so eerily
similar to my own. I halted, confused. She jerked her head in the direction of the shadow. Then, I realised what was happening. The shadow was growing larger, meaning Pansy
was retreating. It was her bull-charge and she was revving-up. Granger let go of the door and sprinted back the corridor. She was laughing so much, that she had to scramble into
the carriage. I quietly closed the carriage, concealing our hiding place from Pansy. Then, we waited.
"YEAA-OOOOOOOOW!" we heard the glass on the door shatter and through our own glass pane, we could see Pansy sail through the air, her war cry interrupted.
Unfortunately for her, there was a carriage directly opposite hers and she went crashing through the glass again and hit the side of the other carriage with a bewildered
"oof!" .The rest of the occupants' surprise were expressed when various yells of "Sweet Merlin!" and "Dear god!" were emitted. Oh…that was it…I couldn't take it
anymore. I sank to the floor, holding the sides of my stomach, nearly gasping with silent laughter. I rolled on the floor, thumping the carpeted ground with my palms, mouth open
wide, trying to stop the laughter. Then, I caught sight of Granger next to me, collapsed on the ground with tears of mirth streaming down her cheeks. (Now, you might think that
it's completely impossible that two enemies are laughing together, but let me tell you from experience that a common cause unites even Voldermort and Harry.) We
both glanced at each other, and then promptly burst into another gale of uncontrollable laughter. Should someone have opened the door, they would have seen two teenagers curled
up on the floor practically howling with laughter. Outside, I heard people ask concernedly if Pansy was alright. By the looks of it, Granger heard it too, because she fell silent,
anticipating the response. Pansy ignored them, and we could hear her whimpering loudly.
"MY NAIL IS BROOOOOOOKEN!" the world fell gravely silent as she wailed her response. I swear, if the world knew the situation, Earth would have tears of hilarity
dripping down its surface. Granger sputtered next to me, and when I looked at her, she was suppressing fits of laughter, and I could see by the violent shaking of her shoulders. She
looked so comical that I had to give a holler of laughter.
That was enough to get us started again. We gasped for breath as we snorted with mirth. We laid there for seemingly eternity, our whoops slowly subsiding to giggles, then to
occasional outbursts of sniggers. We sighed simultaneously, not having the energy to move. I traced patterns lazily on the ret carpet, enjoying the tranquillity.
"Dear Lord!" Granger jumped upright, her eyes wide open. She checked her watch, an orange plastic number. I struggled up, as I realised what she was thinking about.
We stared at each other with doom in our eyes.
"Prefect meeting…"we whispered in unison, before bolting for the door.
Cast of story says: (Draco) Oh no! Not Pansy! Not her! (Hyperventilates)
Cast of story says: (Hermione) Distraughtsenses! What are you still doing here! WRITE! I need to get to prefect meeting!
Distraughtsenses says: Jeez…calm down, I swear, both of you need to do taichi or something…
Cast of story says: (both) Huh?What's taichi?
Distraughtsenses says: Sigh...
A/N: Yay! It's weird that I'm writing an author's note at the end, but anyway I'm in school and I'm editing this so, now I have 45 minutes to correct whatever is necessary. You'd
better be grateful because I'm missing my break to do this. My food...So, what I really want to say is thank you to xxThaliaxx for being the only one who bothered reviewing...and
so much for my friends doing thousands of review! One of my friends insist on having her name on the credits roll, so anyway, this is her name. Tancred, you happy now? She gave
the ingenous idea for the flaming eyeball things but according to her annoying, nagging presence, its an eyeball in a comet. Yeah, my eyeballs are about to be fried by her. Anyway,
Thalia, isn't that name a greek god/goddess? cool...That's about all, but just want more reviews!And did you notice the chapters all start with You?
Signed, Distraughtsenses