'Waiter! Can I have some more of that story?'
Dani raises her brow slightly.
Jekyll just scowls and crosses her arms.
Dani can only answer that question with a firm 'No'.
Jekyll likes to point out that only the magic words can make them show more.
'What? NO?! Oh, I have to say the magic words? Ok then, here we go: I solemnly swear I'm terribly hungry.'
Dani can't help but finding that a terribly bad joke.
Jekyll likes to add that even Snape, that old gloomy ghoul, thinks up better jokes.
Dani thinks it's bad… very bad.
Jekyll can only confirm that with a full-heartedly 'Wrong'.
'Wrong?! Oh, I mean: I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good!'
The jokesters Dani & Jekyll
Owners of The NEW and UPDATED GUIDE to DANGEROUS CANDY
Present with a lot of Dungbombs,
THE PHOTO
Chapter 3
Draco moaned as he woke up and stretched lazily. He rubbed his sore eyes and slowly sat up in bed, to immediately let himself fall back, as sitting gave him a pounding headache. He'd had a bad night of sleep and now he felt it, his body ached and his head felt too heavy for his shoulders. For a few seconds he was just content with staring up at the ceiling, but then finally sat up again and rested his head in his hands.
He then remembered why his night had been so bad: Zabini and the photo. Draco reached under his pillow and pulled the black and white photo carefully from under it. Potter stared with his hands in his pockets at him and cocked his head to the side. Draco glared at him, but photo-Harry didn't seem very effected. "This is all your fault, Potter!" scolded Draco to photo-Harry. Photo-Harry just blinked and turned his head away to look sadly outside. There was a quick lightening bolt showing in the window, which Draco hadn't noticed before. Draco quickly let his finger trail over the form of the boy and then stuffed it back under his pillow. He'd better find a good hiding place for it.
He thought back to Zabini. That asshole. Since when did that bastard walk around the hallways with a camera, just like that Creevey? And further more: what was Draco going to do? Zabini had evidence of him stealing Potter's photo. If the whole of Hogwarts found out, they would lynch him! And not to think about what the Dream Team would think.
"Oh Merlin, they will think that I 'fancy' him! Fuck this!" murmured Draco to his curtains. He pulled the curtains away and swung his legs onto the side of the bed. Anyway, the only reason why he'd taken Potter's photo down was because he didn't want anymore people fawning over the boy. They already worshipped the ground he walked on. The Savior of the Whole Wizarding World. Dumbledore's Golden Boy. The-Boy-Who-Lived. Anymore of that stuff and the boy's ego would inflate to dangerous proportions. Damn that photo. Damn Potter.
He snorted as he thought of how Har-Potter- would react when he saw the photo was gone. "He would love to know I have it. Just another thing to feel superior of."
He swung his legs over the edge of his bed and stood up, shivering as the cold wooden floor came in contact with his bare feet, to face no one else, but Blaise Zabini. Blaise let his appreciating gaze sweep over Draco's crumbled form. Caressing his naked chest with his eyes and letting them focus a bit too long on his groin.
Draco snarled and crossed his arms over the aforementioned naked chest, making the muscles ripple smoothly under his skin and earning a gasp from Blaise. "Blaise, I suggest you put that tongue back into your mouth before I curse it off." Draco gave the dark-haired boy, who was looming over him, an angry scowl.
Blaise closed his mouth and shrugged carelessly. He put his hands behind his back and started to slowly walk in a circle around Draco, stopping behind him. "It makes you nervous that I have something on you, doesn't it?" whispered he in Draco's ear.
"No," answered Draco and stared with an annoyed expression ahead of him. "What makes me nervous, is that I have Half-Blood germs all over me."
"Shut up, I'm just as pureblooded as you!" snarled Blaise who finally lost his temper again.
"You're nothing Zabini." Draco turned around and gave him a smug grin, knowing that he won for the moment. "Face it. Your family line is so low and imbrued…"
Blaise bit his lip to get calm again and succeeded slightly. He bended forward to Draco. "I've wanted to take that supple body of yours for years… and now that you're in my reach, I wont let you slip away," promised he and left the Slytherin boys dorm.
Blaise made his way to the common room, still a bit aggravated by Draco's words. He looked around, found his target and headed straight for the couch, on which a dirty-blonde girl sat. He slumped down onto it, smiled charmingly to the girl next to him and slowly slid his arm around her shoulders. "Say, Pansy…" started he.
The girl blinked innocently at him. "Yes Blaise? Is there something?"
Blaise leaned forward and gave her a secretive glance. "Yes there is." He lowered his voice to sound even more secretive.
Pansy's eyes widened slightly in anticipation and a mischievous glint appeared in her eyes. "Tell me!" commanded she eagerly.
Blaise smirked mysteriously. "I heard something of our naughty Sex-God…"
She gasped. "About Draco?"
He nodded and she suddenly gave him a suspicious glance. "Heard or know?" asked she.
He grinned. 'Jackpot'. "Heard it myself from yours truly. So, I know it."
"Tell me!"
"Well…" Blaise leaned back and put his hands under his head. "It seems that Draco has gotten an interest in a certain someone."
Pansy looked incredulously at him. "So?" said she. "That's not something special. Draco is regularly interested in someone."
"Yeah, but this time… I heard him use the word 'love'," answered Blaise and he grinned inwardly. It wasn't like he was lying… Draco had used the word 'love' this morning… just not in the way Blaise let it seem.
"Love? Draco's in love with someone? Who?"
Blaise gave her one of his famous prizewinning smiles. "That is something I won't tell you yet."
"Shit!" cursed the blonde. "If you're going to try and bribe me with it… I'm going to castrate you!"
"Pansy, dear… relax. I'll tell you when the time is right."
"It's me, isn't it!"
"No! By Merlin, Pansy! Draco has got class!"
"I'll kill you, Blaise!" growled Pansy threateningly.
"Sure you will."
Blaise stood up and looked over his shoulder at the girl. "I just thought you would like to know." said he and walked away. Knowing that before breakfast…the whole of Slytherin would know that little piece of gossip.
Dani must appologise for this being such a short chapter.
Jekyll too.
Dani takes all blame.
Jekyll agrees with that.
Dani thinks it's also Jekyll's fault.
Jekyll thinks not.
Dani will become VERY mean if Jekyll doesn't change her attitude.
Jekyll smiles friendly and wants to inform you that it's all her fault: this being a short chapter.
Dani nods.
Jekyll made it a short one so you don't had to wait anylonger.
Dani thinks that's very nice of Jekyll.
Jekyll thinks that too and promises longer, better and faster chapters in the future.
Dani hopes you still liked this one.
Jekyll bids you farewell.
"Misschief managed."