A/N: Sorry it's taken so long to update--I'm quite the lazy bum right now. Anyhoo, without much further ado, here's the chappie!
Disclaimer: waves wand Blast it--STILL not Rowling!
When Draco arrived in his dormitory, Blaise was lounging on his bed, reading a magazine. Draco just stood and stared at him, arms akimbo. Blaise seemed to take no notice, so Draco threw a pillow at him; Blaise caught it, still not looking up.
"Bloody hell, man, look at me!" Draco demanded exasperatedly.
Lazily, Blaise finished his paragraph and looked up. "Yes?"
"What's this I hear about you going off with a couple of Gryffindors?"
Blaise had a contemplating look on his face. Apparently, he took the innocent route. "I haven't any idea what you are talking about."
Draco rolled his eyes, but left it, sighing and flopping down on his bed. Oh well. Probably just another rumor about him and one of his flings. But two? And I mean, I've heard of him with a Ravenclaw or even a Hufflepuff, but a Gryffindor! Speaking of Gryffindor..
"So, what's next on the agenda?" Blaise had put his magazine down and sat up.
"I'm not sure. I was planning on asking you that."
"Well how would I know what to do next?"
"You tell me."
Blaise groaned and threw the magazine at him. Draco tried to jump away, but it hit him in the chest. "What the bloody hell was that for?"
"Look in it, goon." Draco looked down at the item in question, picking it up off the floor. "It's a catalogue. What?" Blaise asked when Draco raised his eyebrows. "I don't just read Teen Witch. It's got random junk in it--we could enchant something." Draco grinned at the idea and began flipping through.
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"Blaise, I'm going to kill you. This catalogue hasn't got anything in it." Draco had been flipping through the pages for the last hour, to no avail.
Grabbing the catalogue, Blaise sighed and pointed at a picture. "A dream catcher. Just get that. We'll give her nightmares in stead of keeping them away."
"But won't it be a bit odd for her to just randomly get a bloody dream catcher?" Draco scoffed.
"So we'll just plant it--we won't give it to her."
Draco seemed to be pondering the thought. "Lovely idea," Blaise grinned. "But we don't know where the Gryffindor's sleep OR the password to get in.
"I'll take care of that, mate, don't you worry your pretty face on that."
"You're horrible--it's handsome, not pretty." Draco feigned hurt.
Rolling his eyes, Blaise muttered a dulled 'whatever' before reaching for an actual magazine.
"What're you doing!"
"Looking at my magazine." Blaise's response was plaintive.
"Order the dream catcher!" Rolling his eyes, Blaise pulled out a bit of parchment and began filling out the order form before stalking up to the owlrey.
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Draco was ecstatic when the package finally came on Tuesday. During the past couple of days, he had nearly gone crazy. Snatching it from Blaise's hands, knocking over his pumpkin juice in the process, he set about tearing it open, only to be interrupted by Blaise snatching it back.
"What was that for!" Draco's voice held an accusatory tone.
"Can't have her seeing you with it." He jerked his head back to the Gryffindor table, where Weasley's friend was watching him curiously.
Oh..yeah. Wow--I sure got worked up over this! What the hell is my problem, anyway? It's just another prank! Draco shook his head to clear his mind, turning to Blaise.
"How are you getting it in, anyway?"
Grinning mischievously, Blaise merely said, "I've got an insider, mate." Sadly for Draco, this was quite aggravating. Draco did something he'd never have done on normal occasions: He wolfed his food down, finishing it in record time. His feet were tapping anxiously while he waited for Blaise to finish. Hurry up, you bloody git.. We've got to enchant that thing. But Blaise was set on taking his sweet time finishing the meal. Bet he's enjoying watching me spaz out over here..
Finally, Blaise swallowed his last bite of eggs and the two hurried down to their dormitory. Flipping through the book they had checked out from the library on Sunday, they found the spell. Draco flicked his wand and muttered "incubo".
The pair of them then left for their classes. Blaise was to take care of planting the catcher during their break.
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"Alright, mate, I'm going to go see L--er..take care of this." Blaise was grinning way to broadly to be innocent. Draco narrowed his eyes. What the bloody hell has gotten into him? And since when has he been so happy about playing a prank on Weasley? Blaise seemed oblivious to Draco's suspicion as he practically skipped out of the room.
Draco just settled down on his bed and shut his eyes, waiting for Blaise to return.
He fell asleep quickly, his dream starting almost immediately. He was running down a long corridor in the castle, a long, seemingly empty corridor. Draco could hear snickers all around him, people laughing at him. Face flushed from running, or possibly from bewilderment at why they might be laughing at him, he looked down and nearly screamed. He was dressed in a long body suit sort of garment, covered in bright, multicolored stripes and polka dots. He tripped over his feet, which were clad in huge, fluffy pink bunny slippers that were several sizes too big for him. Just then, they came alive and hopped off his feet, scampering ahead of him. Draco, having been too occupied in watching his footwear, didn't notice the bars right infront of him, so he slammed into them and fell backwards. Throwing his hands out to catch himself, he felt nothing and kept falling, falling, falling, until he landed sharply on something hard, winding him harshly. He rolled over and fell into what seemed to be a large hot tub, but upon further inspection was the prefect's bath. He felt himself swirling around and around in the whirlpool, spinning faster and faster, edging closer to the center of the tub. Draco was suddenly sucked down through the floor of the bathtub and fell onto something soft, where he was suddenly being shaken up by something which had a strong grip on his shoulders.
"Wake up, you lunatic!"
"Noooo...go away..." Draco thrashed about, kicking. He stopped quite suddenly when he felt something quite solid connecting with his right cheek.
"Snap out of it and wake up, mate! I've done it!" Draco lifted his eyelids and stared groggily up at the blurry figure of Blaise, who was holding the blonde's shoulders. Groaning, he sat up. Well, that was a weird dream..
"Er..what time is it?" Draco rubbed his eyes.
"We've got a couple minutes to get down to Transfiguration. I would recommend that we leave.." He glanced at his watch. "Five minutes ago."
Draco cursed as he leapt up and snatched his back. Halfway across the common room, he forgot his wand, so he ran back to the dorm. Halfway down the hall, he realized he had the wrong textbook. McGonnagal's class was already five minutes in by the time they got down there.
"So kind of you to grace my class with your presence, Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Zabini." She had a steely glint in her eye.
"Sorry, Professor, technical difficulties as usual." Blaise flashed her one of his many girl-wooing grins, which, surprisingly, worked on her.
"What was that?" Draco muttered as they sat down.
"We don't want detention, do we?"
"I don't bloody see what's so bad about that!"
"Well, for starters, Weasley's got it too."
Again, Draco couldn't see what was so bad about that--another chance to torment the girl. Apparently seeing the look on his face, Blaise explained.
"She's not happy--you're sort of the reason. You certainly don't want to be in the same room as her for an hour while she's this mad."
"Boys, please save this oh-so-important conversation until after my class, or I shall be forced to give you detentions."
Draco, who had been about to respond to Blaise, immediately shut his mouth.
A/N: Well, it was an absolutely horrid chapter, and the end is extremely terrible, because I was TRYING to make it longer for you. I'm sorry--I'm just really bad at that. If I didn't have each chapter from a different point of view, then perhaps they could be longer, but the story format must go on!
Oh, and I've found out that they have a name for this whole 'laziness' thing. It's called 'writer's block'. Hee hee. :D