Chapter Four
The art of spying artfully
Pansy looked around the corner. Blaise followed her lead and glanced around. "What are we doing?" He asked.
"Spying!" Pansy replied in a hushed whisper.
"Ah! Why?" He whispered back.
"Didn't we already discuss this?"
"Yeah, but you're cute when you explain things."
She blushed, but continued. "Draco has a girl."
"With you so far."
"He won't tell us who she is."
Blaise brandished a fist in mock rage. "That rat."
Pansy giggled. "I know. So we must find out who this mysterious girl is."
"What if it's not a girl?"
"Are you thinking he's gay."
"It would explain the hair products."
Pansy raised an eyebrow at him.
"What? He's got enough for several third world countries."
"Are you jealous be cause he won't share?"
"Absolutely not."
"Riiiight."
"What about the rest of the plan?" He tossed out.
"We find out..."
"... and use this information against him?"
"What can I say? We're Slytherins."
"We are such awesome friends."
"Tell me about it."
"And we're wearing black because...?" Blaise trailed off, tugging on the collar of his black polo.
"We have to be fashionable when we spy."
"I see. Is that the same reason we had walkie talkies that don't work."
"The thought counts." She sniffed.
He reached out and fluffed her hair witha soft chuckle. She frowned at him and straightened her hair and the beret perched there.
(A/N: Best friends ever. Don't you want friends like them?