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Chapter 11. Stilleto

Several weeks later, after my unfortunate period (seven days to be exact) of being knocked out, I was getting ready to go to a special dinner for my office when the door bell rang.

"Just a second!" I yelled toward the door, my hands in my hair finishing off my very 'elegant' french knot. I quickly finished up my hairstyle with a couple bobby pins then ran to answer the door.

"Are you almost ready to go?" He asked, leaning against the doorframe.

"Yes, just let me grab my bag and my stilettos."

"Women and heels, honestly." I heard him grumble as I shuffled away.

I came back five minutes later.

"I can't find my other heel!" I shook the heel I had in my hand.

He smirked. "Right here, love." He dangled the other heel in front of me.

"How, what, did you?" I stared at him.

"It's all in a man's intuition."

I rolled my eyes.

It was then that I noticed something horrific. I gasped.

"Is that…the….yellow tie?" my eyes were wide, staring at George's tie.

"Uh, yes. I believe this is my yellow tie…" He looked at me, puzzled.

"I thought I got rid of that!" I shrieked hysterically.

"What? You! It was you!"

"Uh…what are you talking about?" I chuckled nervously.

"You tried to burn my tie and flush it down the toilet! Unfortunately for you, I happen to be a wizard. A simple spell saved it." He said, looking quite smug.

"You smarmy little frog!"

He laughed. "Do you even know what that word means, Pansy?"

"Uhh. Of course I do…" I stuttered.

"Well. Lets just say I'm not a frequenter of Hog's Head's upper rooms…"

I flushed deeply. "Er well. Okay! Its time to go!"

I smacked myself.

He gave me a strange look. "Are you okay?"

I turned an even brighter red.

You idiot. You were supposed to smack yourself inwardly, not actually!

Remind me never to use the word 'smarmy' ever again.

I smacked myself again, this time inwardly, and followed George out.

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I growled, shaking my head at all the people stumbling around, obviously having consumed one too many firewhiskeys.

Goodness, nobody cared about responsibilities or being mature anymore.

Plus, you never know what they would say while being in that state.

"Geroff me!" I snarled when someone grabbed me. Someone being a very sketchy looking middle-aged wizard with quite a portly belly.

I was starting to regret agreeing go with George and the 'gang' (my office buddies) to the Three Broomsticks after a very sophisticated meal at some wizarding restaurant in France.

"Hello my pretty!" The guy was obviously deranged.

I glared at him. "Allez loin vous excuse triste d'un homme."

The idiot stared at me blankly.

Oops, I guess I wasn't in France anymore.

"It means this." I stated, punching him in the jaw.

Lets just say it resulted in him scrambling away like the little rat he was.

Seconds later someone grabbed me again.

"Okay, buddy I thought we had an understanding…" I threw the man against the wall and raised my fist.

I giggled and dropped my fist a second later.

"Sorry George! I was just, uh, well. I knew that you. Uh." I giggled again.

What was wrong with me?

"Are you…tipsy? I can't normally reduce you to a giggling hormone enduced puddle."
I glared at him.

"Anyway, I was wondering if you'd like to go home now. On second thought, I'm taking you home." He grabbed my arm and hauled me outside.

"What was that for? I'm fine! I'll I've had is a couple mugs of pumpkin juice!" I fumed.

"Uh, Pansy? You don't like pumpkin juice. Never have."

"Ugh. You're right! I hate it!" I took that opportunity to hurl into the bushes.

"I don't feel so well." I mumbled.

"Don't worry. I'll get you home now."

Next thing I knew, my heels were being pulled off and I was being tucked in.

"I didn't even drink!" I complained.

"I know…"

"I'm innocent. I was harassed by some creep y'know."

"Yes, Pansy…"

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

I looked up at him blearily, my head pounding.

He smiled at me, and it was that moment that I completely fell asleep.

In my subconscious state, I felt him brush away my hair, kiss my forehead and whisper something.

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Author's Note: I apologize profusely to anyone who takes/knows French. I don't, and neither does my sister. I used an online translater. I know, lame, but I had to :P

For those of you who want to know what (it's supposed to) mean: Go away you sad excuse of a man.

Heh, if it's wrong, you have permission to smack me. On second thought, please tell me if its wrong!

Thank you's to: arrrgghimapiratenow and samkay, my only reviewers for the last chapter. I'm trying to convince myself that its only 'cause everyone's on vaca.

I really appreciate your reviews, with comments and things you think I should change.

It would help me very much:)