La.Petite.Sorciere:laughing in the background: Thank You so much! I asked for 5...and got 7 Je suis aime beacoup. .. I think that's right.. Oh! And since I forgot last time...

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I wish I did. But if you to sue me all you will get is a student ID and my bus pass. Which is worth nothing. The lovely J.K. Rowling owns them all, and I just borrowed and bended Harry and Draco to do me and Emily's bidding.

Oh, yeah, this also takes place during Seventh Year, HBP never realied happen. It was just a figure of your imagination.

That is all for now...ON WITH THE STORY!


Chapter Two

Draco hurried out and all but slammed the door shut in his haste. He was in Gryfindor Tower. With no clothes on. iMother of Merlin, how the hell did this happen! I didn't do anything to deserve this. He continued down the stairs with this Narritive of his. Not noticing he started talking out loud to himself, or that Hermoine was sitting in the middle of the common room with a pile of books around her. "I mean, sure I've made fun of the Mudblood and the Weasle. Even the Weaslette. But that was nothing. Noth-" CRASH/BOOM/FWOOSH (insert whatever sound effect you wish here) Malfoy, in the middle of his rant, stumbled upon said Mudblood and went sprawling across the plush scarlet rug.

Hermoine, looking up as if to yell at the person who just tripped right over her. A slow grin slid over her face, much like the one a certian pureblood tended to give a lot., almost as if she knew something that he didn't. "Did you have fun last night, Luv? It was very entertaining. Didn't know that a snake could be so ... "

She didn't get a chance to finish her sentance as a look of horror and disgust flashed over Malfoy's face for a minute before his usual calm facade appeared. "How nice of you to say, Mudblood. Maybe I purified the sludge running through your vains with my pureblood." And with that bluff, he gathered the blanket again, and crept down the hallway.

A lot of good that did...

For he was caught by none other than his head of house. Sneaking behind one of the silver knight armors wearing nothing but the Gryfindor blanket.

"Interesting choise of wordrobe, Mr. Malfoy. Would you care to explain."

Greasy haired - never gunna get laid - evil scum of the earth git. Of course he had to be the one to find me in my birthday suit wrapped up in a damn GRYFINDOR blanket. "No sir, professor. If nothing more, I would like to go to my dormitory now. And get as far away from this bloody blanket as I possibly can and into some of my own clothes.

"Well, off to the dungons for you." Professor Snape turned around after walking half way down the corridor. "Oh, and Mr. Malfoy, please, do be more ... what's the word...inconspicuous...at our next feast, will you. You might disgrace all of Slytherin.


La.Petite.Sorciere: So here it is people. I think that there might be 2 more chapters to squeeze out of this. It isn't finished yet. There is more juice in this one.

Harry: Hey..I wasn't in this chapter...

La.Petite.Sorciere: Shush. You'll be in another chapter. You have to be.

Draco: :sticks out tongue at Harry: --very unMalfoyish..i know.. Haha This chapter is all about Moi.

Harry: Yeah. But Snape gets to see you in a blanket. And Hermoine. You know they liked it.

Draco lunges at Harry. La.Petite.Sorciere ties them both to chairs.

La.Petite.Sorciere: Alright. Peace and Quiet. Okay people you know the drill. Um..let's say .. another 6 reviews and you'll get chapter three, kay? Love Ya!