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Chapter 2

"Soooo," Blaise said, idly drawing circles with her foot. "What was that all about?" Draco looked at her, still amused and even excited. That really sparked her attention. Draco never got excited, unless of course, he was mooning after the friggin' Boy-Who-Would-Not-Drop-Dead. She snickered. Draco would kill her if he found out what she was thinking. Draco looked at her, not sure why she was snickering.

"What's so funny, Blaise?" he demanded impatiently. Blaise looked innocently at him and remembered that she wanted to know what was going on.

"Draconis Solaris Malfoy!" she screeched. "What in the seven seas is going on?!" He winced at the shrillness of her voice. He then remembered and started to laugh evilly. Blaise started to get a tad bit, okay really, annoyed and smacked him hard on the arm. Draco winced in pain and held his arm protectively.

"What was that for?" he whined, sulkily. Blaise glared at him and raised her hand again. Draco flinched and stepped as far away as possible.

"Fine. Because you were so late," he glared at her, "you missed an interesting debate about whether or not Lockharts' books are rubbish or not between our resident Weasel and the Bookworm."

"Oooh!" squealed Blaise. "Granger must have been P.O.ed!" At Draco's confused look, she clarified her statement. "Pissed Off." Draco shook his head, annoyed.

"You really shouldn't have visited the blasted USA. It's turned you positively barbaric!" he said. Blaise pouted at his words.

"Whatever!" she said petulantly. "Well? Finish your explanation!"

"All right, woman!" he grumbled. "Anyways, the Weasel began going on and on about how Lockharts' books are trash and Granger began to refute his arguments. It then blew up into a huge debate on which gender is weaker.

Personally, I believe that females are weaker than males but that's not the point." Blaise looked a bit annoyed at being called weak.

"Then what is the point?" she snapped. Draco rolled his eyes at her fit of childish anger.

"The point is, we could make a bundle selling this story to the press or publisher. This is how we are going to do it. I'll find out what the boys' plans are and you are going to find out the girls' plans. We will meet at the Great Hall every morning to compare notes. We are also going to record who wins the prank war and who wins the academic war, as well as how they won-you know, what pranks they played. Get good pictures- as embarrassing as possible! We might as well see what is going on in the two 'war camps'. Meet you here tomorrow morning?" he said.

"Sure! And you're right, Drake! This is going to be good!" squealed Blaise, excited. "Get some good pictures of the boys as well. I wouldn't mind pictures of a buff Finnegan. Hint, hint."

Draco rolled his eyes again. "Don't call me Drake! And what's so great about Finnegan? He's just a skinny Irish brat." Blaise bristled.

"Yeah? Well, Potter's not that great as well! Sure he has a great body, and his arse is tight! And he has those gorgeous green eyes and pouty lips and...Ugh! Fine! Potter is way better than Finnegan but he doesn't have Finnegan's sense of humor!" said Blaise. She watched, amused, as Draco had began to drool over her description of Potter. He regained his composure and glared at her.

"Just get to work!" he barked, stalking away.

"Love you too, Drake!" she called, laughing.

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