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"So Pippi what did you put in your room? Picture of cats, Weasley's and other hideous sappy things?" Malfoy asked as I exited my room flushed. He was reading his Advance Ancient Runes textbook, lying down in a way that I couldn't sit down.
"What did you put in yours? A shrine to Voldemort and another one for the devil?" I retorted sitting on the little seat opposite the sofa getting comfy, or attempting to, while digging my nose into the start of Standard book of Spells 7.
"Don't talk to me, you're not worthy of my time." Scorpious said not even having the decency to look up over his book.
"You're the one who started the conversation." I pointed out giving the decency to look at him (blocked by his book) and started to read. Instantly, Malfoy got up, and stalked over to my reading spot.
"You might want to check your hair Pippi." Malfoy said patting my hand and walking to his room. I waited until he had closed the door before I went to the bathroom and checked my hair.
The git had put a Tangle Curse on my hair so it looked like a balloon had a field day on my hair.
Motherfu-!
"Dom, he put a bloody Tangle Curse on my hair! Do you know how much Sleekeazy I had to use to tame it?!" I whispered through charms. While we were meant to attempt to complete a non-verbal Windgardium Leviosa spell but I had to vent my frustration to someone. From the first Head/Prefect meeting to the intense studying for NEWTs, I haven't been able to talk to any Weasleys; but now was an opportunity and I was going to take it.
"Don't you think that's immature even for Malfoy?" Dominique asked.
"Finally someone understands!" I sighed a huge relief.
"No, boys always act immature when they like a girl." Dominique said smugly my smile fading. Even though we call the 'Boy whisperer Weasley' she can be wrong sometimes, right?
"No!" I said a little too loudly earning stern looks from Professor Flitwick II.
"Please do not talk students." Flitwick II said knowing very well no-one would follow through that request.
"Rose I love you and your smart and stuff, but it is my duty as you favourite –"
"Ahem." Al said interrupting Dominique on the other side of me. I didn't realise he was listening.
"-one of your favourite cousins that this 'anger' that you and Malfoy have is an obvious mask that you are into each other. I was immediately horrified. Although I must admit the git it physically attractive, I would rather go out with one of Hagrid's infamous Blast Ended Skewerts Mum had told me about from her memories of fourth year.
"The day I like Malfoy is that day that Hogsmade turns into a barber." I said through gritted teeth as the bell rang, thankful for the reason to drop this conversation which was making me sick.
"Do you believe Dom?" I asked Al as we dug into roast turkey for lunch.
"Are Boggarts a delight?" Al asked back with his mouth full and spraying my robes with his spit.
"It's times like these I am thankful that you don't give serious answers." I said wiping off his contribution to my robes.
"What's wrong this time?" Louis asked siting down and stealing my barely eaten turkey leg. I wasn't a food tank like my Dad is.
"Dominique has this disillusion idea that Malfoy is attracted to me." I replied and telling him about the hair fiasco.
"Malfoy? He's too busy soaking up Antonia and Julia's attention to think about anything else." Louis said earning a well-deserved laugh from Albus and I.
"Pippi, have you finally realised that the thing you call your hair is something worth ridiculing?" Malfoy asked in his Malfoy drawled with the two slags by his side.
"Oh my gee Malfoy you are so funny." Antonia (Slag 1) said slapping his arm and then rubbing the 'sore spot' she gave him.
"No, we are laughing at the thing you call your life as it's a bloody soap opera." Louis said gaining the laughs of Gryffindor's alike.
"I'll have you know Weasley that I have more admirers in my pinky nail than your family." Malfoy said sizing up Louis.
"Slags don't count." I chimed in.
"Screw you Pippi." Malfoy said walking away with his slags.
"You wish!" I said sitting down and feeling a craving for Pumpkin Juice in hopes of not having my face resemble the colour of my hair.
"My eyes! My eyes!" I exclaimed shielding my eyes from the horror I saw in front of me in the common room. It was like STD contamination in our head quarters.
"For God's sake Weasley we were only making out." Malfoy said as Slag 1 attempted to get off the floor.
"I'm scarred for life, I'll never be the same. You can pay for my medical bills for the mental trauma and the STD I'll get from that thing." I said running around like a blind maniac and bumping into something and falling onto something hard. I opened my eyes and saw my face was in his crotch.
"NOOOOO! My face is melting, I'm dying! I'm dying! It's hideous, it's revolting!" I said crumbling to the floor wailing.
"You're offending Little Scorpy." Malfoy said tending to his business.
"How will I live? The horror!" I continued crawling my way to the bathroom.
"You know, most people are excited when Little Scorpy makes an appearance." Malfoy the oh so slimy git said.
"I however am not a slag and don't want to be on the same wavelength as that thing-"
"Little Scorpy"
"-I will call that thing by that name. Now I must scrub my face off to prevent the STD from spreading." I said finding my way to the bathroom.
"Stop being so theatrical Weasley!" Malfoy said as I slammed the bathroom door shut , locked it and stuffed a chair underneath the knob for good measure.
I hope this one was more satisfying than the last chapter as I would like to think this story is starting to get somewhere.
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Hope to post another chapter tomorrow.
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