Here is the fifth chapter! I feel like this story is getting too much of a plot, so the next chapter will be much like the first. In other words, insane babble...gabble...gobble...tehe. gobble is a fun word. Ahem, anyway. To aviod the possibility that you think I'm high, I'll just get on with the routine.

Disclaimer: The magical wonder commonly known as Harry Potter was written by none other than J. K. Rowling. Not I. But if I did write it...I wouldn't be me...and that would be a tragedy. For I am an essential asset to this Earth. I keep us in orbit.

It's true.

FEAR MY MIGHTY POWERS!

ok, I think I need to make a new appointement with my thearopist. I have self-worth issues.

Not really, but- GAH! Why am I still writing?

Read on!

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In the Slytherin Common Room:

None of the Slytherins showed any inclination that Stacey was there, but she was okay with that. She was in the one place that she would die to be.

"Hi! Hello there, merry sunshine!" Stacey greeted the Slytherins with waves, they all gave her their best sneers and turned back to what they were doing.

Draco pointed to the stairs.

"Those are the boys' dormitories," He pointed to the other stairs, "and those are the girls. Now get out of my sight." He said as he walked over to the fireplace and sat on the couch.

The first years dispersed, going to do whatever popped into their cunning Slytherin minds.

Stacey looked up to the Slytherin girls' dorms, and then shrugged. She had nothing to unpack anyway.

Finding it to be cold, and the fact that the sexiest Slytherin was on the couch, Stacey plopped down next to Draco in front of the fire.

He moved as far away as possible; then enlarged to couch so that he could scoot farther away, for fear of getting some muggle disease.

Ignoring the fact that he was three yards away, Stacey decided to strike up a conversation.

"So, chocolate or vanilla?"

He gave her a glare, and turned his head to look back at the fire.

Stacey shrugged to herself, and answered her own question.

"I don't think that I could choose between them. It's just too difficult."

She stole a glance at him out of the corner of her eye.

He hadn't moved, he was just staring at the fire.

She shrugged again; talking to her self wasn't anything new.

"I rather like Cosmopolitan really, because not only do you get chocolate and vanilla, but also strawberry. I don't really like strawberry, but now and again it's a fine alternative if you don't feel like eating vanilla. You can never replace chocolate with anything because…well, it's chocolate. The best thing since sliced bread and pop tarts! You know?" She turned back to him.

He was just staring at the fire…

She sighed impatiently, looked around the room, and looked back at Draco.

Why is he still staring at the stupid fire!

Then, she burst out laughing, causing all the Slytherins in the common room to give her death-glares; including Draco.

"Do you mind?" He hissed with his sexy glare.

Stacey wiped tears of mirth from her eyes.

"Mind what?" She asked, still grinning.

He rolled his sexy (a/n: this is going to be an overused adjective) grey-blue eyes.

"Mind shutting up?"

He answered, still glaring.

She shrugged and picked at her coat sleeve, then started chuckling after remembering what she was laughing at.

Draco sighed and rolled his eyes, "What were you laughing at anyway?" He asked, his voice dripping with impatience; hoping to get her to stop chuckling.

It was annoying.

She turned to him and sat on one of her legs so that she was sitting sideways, grinning and trying not to stop chuckling.

"I was thinking….(snort) of….(giggle giggle) …..HAHAHAHAHAHAAAA! ahahaa….aaah..boy…….aha…….oh, yes. I was laughing at the reason my mind came up with as to why you were staring at the fire."

Draco just sneered and turned back to the fire.

This started up a new fit of giggles from Stacey.

He rolled his eyes, and due to curiosity, he asked, "And what reason would that be?"

His voice was still impatient, and he obviously didn't want to be talking right now.

Stacey bit her lip, to try and not have another burst of laughter, and then sat to where she was facing the fire again.

"Because you're a pyro…(giggle giggle)"

He gave her a trademark glare and asked with, just barely, a hint of curiosity,

"What's a pyro?"

She turned to him with wide eyes and a gaping mouth.

"You don't….(snort) you don't know what a pyro is?" She slapped her hand to her mouth, this was just too funny.

Draco narrowed his eyes.

"It's probably not even a real word," He sneered, "Now, stop laughing at me! You filthy Mudblood."

He turned back to the fire in a huff. This muggle was starting to get on his nerves.

Stacey composed her self and turned back to Draco.

"I'm sorry. It's a muggle term. I shouldn't have laughed at you."

She said, trying to sound as sincere as possible. Life would be unlivable if Draco wouldn't even talk to her.

He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, but said nothing.

She caught the glance and took it as forgiveness.

"Hey sexy, what time is it?"

Stacey asked, remembering that she was to meet her friends (and Merry) in the kitchens.

Draco turned to look at her incredulously, and, with his trademark smirk, asked, "Did you just call me sexy?"

Getting up, Stacey shrugged and said, "It is one of your more aspiring qualities. Now, the time?"

He rolled his eyes and pointed to a wizard clock on the wall, it was shaped like a serpent.

Nodding at the coolio clock, Stacey said, "Sweet clock."

"Oh no! I'm going to be late!"

She said as she ran to the door.

"Later, sexy!" She called over her shoulder with a wink as she went out the door.

After she had left, Pansy sat next to Draco and tugged on his arm.

"You don't like that Mudblood, do you Dracy-poo?" She whined, spitting out the word Mudblood.

Draco gave her a cold glare, "I don't like any Mudbloods, and I especially don't like her."

He turned back to the fire.

Pansy smirked smugly.

Although Draco wouldn't admit it, he did like being called sexy.

Wait! No. NO! He did not like the filthy Slytherin Mudblood.

But that was not the case, for Draco was being affected by the terrible and unstoppable curse of the Mary-Sue.

Lightning struck across the sky, and the Slytherins could hear the booming thunder.

"Unusual weather." Flint remarked as he continued to not floss his teeth.

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haha. I couldn't help making fun of Flint. I hate his teeth.

Flint: Why?

Me: ...

Flint: What?

Me: ...

Snape: What is going on here?

Me: He just asked why I hated his teeth. (points to Flint)

Snape: ...

Me: Yeah.

Flint: What!

Me: Reviews will earn moneyfor Flint's first dentist appointment.

Flint: Hey!