Miss Antisocial Butterfly

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Anyway, to keep from reading this, here is the seventh chapter!

Chapter 7

Allen stared outside the window from his bedroom window. The four by two feet window was opened slightly, enough for a small squirrel to fit through. A small breeze came in, making his hair move like an elegant dancer, tickling his forehead. He smiled as he watched the kids visiting from the town play.

No, hell no, he was not a pedophile! He, he just liked little kids... And not in that way. He loved kids like a father (Ahem, mother, ahem).

He almost laughed as the long haired blond girl sat on the bench, trying to read a book quietly to herself. To her dismay, two little boys, maybe slightly younger than her, were bothering her.

A small little boy with wild bluish hair, around ten or so, clung to the girl, or more specifically, to her leg. The other boy, the smaller and black haired one, stood by the girl. From what Allen could tell, the black haired boy was a little shy, and the blond girls harsh and cold demeanor didn't help.

They seemed familiar, but from where? Oh he forgot. Oh well.

"Itaaaai!" Allen cringed as the girl racked the blue headed boy with her hard cover book. He was reminded of Lenalee for a moment, when she hits her brother, except a lot harder. As a reflex, his hand traveled down his pants to cover his still growing boy-I mean, manhood.

"Ah, Allen-kun! You're awake!"

He turned to see the smiling face of Kumoi Lee. The weird man was wearing his usual lab coat with his blue beret. His black dress shoes clicked with each step reminding Allen of somebody clicking their town. All in all, he looked like a nice guy, but Allen knew better. That smile, the super kind, gentlemanly smile, which most were reminded of a character, Ren Tsuruga, from a show called Skip Beat.

"A-ah, good morning Kumoi-san." Allen smiled.

If Kumoi was a teenage girl in puberty, or a boy even, he would have kissed the white haired angel with his charming smile. But he wasn't was he? Inside, this matter was being talked about. 'Ahh! I have Lenalee! Don't think about anybody than her! Gahh!'

Allen almost twitched. "What about Lenalee-san?"

Kumoi blushed. He said that out loud? Aw! Darn it! "Ahem!" He faked a cough. "Anyway, are you better now Allen-kun?" He didn't give Allen a chance to talk. "Good, because I have a new mission for you!" He smiled his 'Ren' smile.

Allen smiled an apologetic smile. He pointed at his arm. "Ano, Kumoi-san. The doctors said I need at least two weeks to heal my broken bones and all."

A moments later, Allen almost regretted talking. The look on the man's face could have made him cry. What grown man makes a face like that? It reminded him of Lenalee's puppy face. He would have treated him like a little kid if he wasn't Kumoi Lee, the twenty-six years old scientist.

"Oh... I see..." He said all depress like. "I just- no never mind." By the sound of his voice, it looked like he was about to cry.

"Ah, wh-what is it Kumoi-san?" Allen found his hole, and currently digging in deeper. "May-maybe when I'm done healing, I could.." Allen didn't know which sounded better, being chase by Kanda with Mugen, or what Kumoi wanted him to do.

Kumoi smiled. Hook, line, sinker! "Well you see Allen-kun..."

Allen has officially dug his grave, six feet deep.

All Draco could remember was being stuck on the tree and a steel-toed boot before he blacked out.

He blinked his eye as he started to come through. His long lashes fluttered like a girls, like his sisters. He was stuck on a tree, and then a foot came to his face and blacked him out. He could remember the feel of the sole in his face.

The soft smell of flowers filled his nose, his eyes still not in focus, nor was his mind. He breathes in a lungful of flower smelling air. Maybe he was rescued. Some kid found him, called the teachers and got him down. He would be grateful for whoever saved him. That smell though, it, it didn't smell like the nurses room. It was nice and soft, only a little, but one could still tell. 'Yeah, I was probably rescued.' He thought to himself, his eyes still close.

He thought for a moment. If so, then why did it feel like he was standing up? Why couldn't he breath through his mouth? Why was there a feeling of warmth in front of him?

His eyes shot open, his arm violently swinging in every direction possible. He only saw a human figure and cat ears before he fell. He fell off the tree. Man, how messed up is that. He could see it now, Harry and his friends laughing at him.

'Draco Malfoy had an unfortunate accident at Hogwart and died. After falling off a fifty foot tree, he landed on his head, smashing his beautiful face...'

'Crap, this sucks...' He didn't want to die, not yet at least. He didn't want to, but he couldn't save himself, he didn't have either of his wand nor broom. He could try to shift his body so his head wasn't going down first, but it wasn't as easy, especially when you can't think.

He couldn't think. He couldn't even save his life now. He was going to die. "Emma!" He yelled at the top of his lungs. 'I don't want to die, please save me!'

At that moment, the humanoid figure that he saw grabbed him and pulled him into his body closer. His head was covered, he couldn't see the figure.

It all happened too fast. All Draco could remember now was the warm arms that pulled him in midair and the hard impact of what he assumed was the ground. It didn't hurt as much as he thought. He quickly fainted.

Kanda held his breath just a few more moments later. He really didn't want those mutts to find him. He failed to notice the boy waking up.

The stupid fool flung his arm as if he was on fire. Kanda couldn't react fast enough. In only a matter of a second, the two were free falling. 'Aw fuck this shit Barbie!' He glared at the boy falling beside him. He was thrusting his arm everywhere, trying to find something he could grab, something to save his life.

Nothing much you could grab on in air. Fool couldn't even position himself right. He was heading head first and not much time to reposition himself. Fucking dumbass is going to get himself killed!

'I'm going to fucking regret this.'

Kanda twisted his body and darted for the boy. He grabbed him and pulled him in a hug, or so it looked like it. He covered the boy with his body, pulling him as close as he could. It would have looked cute if they weren't falling from a tree and the man didn't have the devils sneer on his face, while the other one looked like he was about to hurl. All in all, the way the older man wrapped his arms protectively around the other, which looked quite romantic.

He got the boy above him, him under. As the ground close, he knew one thing. 'I'm fucking regretting this now.'

He was used to being thrown to the ground. Of course, adding another person on him, he couldn't really lessen the impact in any way. Of course now, he had just doubled the weight with the new boy on him.

As soon as they hit the ground, Kanda could feel his right arm brake, all the air knocked out of him from the impact of the ground, and the boy who landed on top of him. Fuck, his right arm too. A burn on his left, a broken right. This is just so fucking great.

A pregnant silence.

He poked the boy with his left hand. Great, he's asleep, again... 'Whatever'

That was the last thing he saw before he blacked out as. Before he did though, he could fell blood seeping from the side of his head. Well, at least the ears were gone.

'Note to self, number fifty-seven, never save anybody ever again...'

Harry was starting to have a great day already. Snape, well, he was a git, but nothing could ever change that.

Draco wasn't here. Malfoy wasn't here! Oh my god, the light is shining upon him today. If only he wasn't here for the rest of the day. Harry sighed. A whole Defense Against Dark Arts without Malfoy, he sighed dreamily.

"Bloody hell, who would have thought god would actually grant my wish and send Malfoy to his worst nightmare? Did you see Snape's face? Blimey, that was funny." Ron couldn't help but ' laugh as Snape's number one student dare to ditch his class, man that was so funny.

"Still..." Hermione butted in. She gave them both 'the look', as they like to call it. "That means the new teacher isn't here yet." She paused as they gave her a 'so what?' look. "And that means we'll have to see Snape again tomorrow unless the new teacher shows up, which I don't think is soon."

Both boys froze in their step. They both held a blank look, both staring into nothingness. A lone breeze flew their way.

"..."

"..."

"Ron? Harry?" The witch waved a hand in front of them. Nothing. "Hello...? Anybody there?" She pinched them both on their cheeks. Still nothing. She frowned, one hand on her hip, one hand holding her books. "Hey!" She snapped her fingers furiously. "Oh bloody Merlin!" She shook her head, which caused her to loosen her grip on her books, causing them to slip from her hold, plumbing to the ground.

"Oh dammit." She bent down to retrieve two of the books of which she dropped. A boy whistled behind her.

"Nice ass!"

She glared at the younger boy. He looked like he would be a third year or so, Gryffindor too. He and his group of friends quickly ran as they saw the look she gave them. She huffed in annoyance and sighed. She was too preoccupied to notice the two boys she called best friend, and too busy to notice what they were doing and what they were staring at.

She turned around to face Harry and Ron, which she found was not there. "Where did..?"

"You know Harry, it does look ok, just a little flat if I must say."

"Why I do agree Ronald, it does seem a little too small for my taste."

Hermione blushed as she turned around. Just as she had expected, the two were behind her. They were both crouched down, staring straight at her butt. Though now that she turned around, they were now staring at her front area. Though they obviously couldn't see what was under her robe, the girl blushed, and blushed hard did she.

"Harry! Ron!" She backed away quickly. "You-you gits!" Her ears too were red. She pulled out her wand. "Do it again and I'll bloody castrate you both!" In which she then continued to furiously swing her wand around.

Both boys paled and covered their manhood. They quickly stood up, both taking note not to joke around with Hermione, if they wanted to have children in the future that is.

"Blimey Herms! Relaxed, we were just joking around!"

She looked at them, then smiled. Hey, that was quick- "Relax?" An evil smile, a sudden chill. "Relax this you bloody pervert!" With her wand pointed, a hex was put on the boys.

A cloud of smoke covered the hex'd boys, catching the surrounding students attention.

With a smile, Hermione walked to her next class. As the smoke despaired, laughter erupted from the hall.

Harry Potter and Ron Weasley both had long hair, one in a ponytail, another in pigtails, and the clownish makeup.

They should know better than to make fun of a girl during her time of the month.

The two quickly raced to the bathrooms while the only girl of their Golden Trio happily made her way to class. To their dismay, it wouldn't come off that easily. They hurried to the hospital wing.

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