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2:13am Sep 5 2011
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"I can do it," Draco grunted. He didn't exactly know how - he wasn't born with these instincts - bu the managed to open his left wing wide. "There. Happy?" He peered over his shoulder curiously - although he tried to hide it - and saw the pure white wing stretched out. He supposed Pansy's earlier assumptions weren't too far off. He did look like an angel with his wings spread. A smirk graced his face.
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2:42am Sep 5 2011
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Happy, indeed, Fred thought as his eyes widened. "Hmnn," he squeaked intelligently, then cleared his throat. Bloody hell. It wasn't fair; a pompous git like Malfoy had no right to be so --so --angelic in appearance. "Sorry in advance if I pull out any feathers," he said, then quickly tucked the cloak tighter around the wing, making sure it was as tight as he could make it. His hasty movements caught on feathers, he was sure, and he regretted that he might have hurt Malfoy, but chose not to think about it. Get it over with, just get it over with, he thought. When he was finished, he cast the spell. "Other wing, next."
"Nice arse, by the way, Parkinson," George said, trying to distract the girl from bothering Fred and Malfoy. He grinned, fully expecting to be slapped in the face or hexed into next Tuesday as he added, "Apart from the tail, of course."
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2:47am Sep 5 2011
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Draco winced when a few feathers were ruffled and tugged. "Ouch," he squeaked. "Bloody hell, be careful!" Fred kept going, and soon he felt the cloak wrapped around his feathers. Looking over his shoulder, it looked odd to see only one wing. Shaking his head, he spread the other wing - again not knowing how exactly he had done it. "Thank you," Pansy sniffed, sending him a slightly approving look. "I'm sure it's the closest you've ever gotten to a perfect arse, so make sure that the time I'm standing here having to endure you looking is worth it."
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3:06am Sep 5 2011 (last edited on 3:07am Sep 5 2011)
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"Sorry, sorry," Fred muttered, but he did the second wing just as quickly. He just wanted to get away from Malfoy as soon as possible. If he didn't, he would start petting him again, and that just....well, it just wouldn't be right. Merlin, when did he become such a nutter? He was feeling extremely attracted to another boy because the boy had sprouted wings. If Malfoy --or anyone, for that matter-- ever found out, he be strung up by his ears and left for dead. He finished the spell and practically leapt from the bed, nearly falling in his haste to get as far away from the other boy as possible. "D-done," he said, avoiding looking at Malfoy.
George raised his eyebrows at Parkinson, surprised she hadn't hit him, then snorted. Slytherins. Stuck up gits, the lot of them. He stood, brushing dust off of his robes. "Alright, Fred?" he asked, raising his brows again, but this time at his brother. Fred met his eyes, not speaking but George could see the desperation there. "Ah," he said quitely, then nodded. "I think Fred and I should go." He started walking out the door without another word, and Fred hurried after him, glancing back carefully as he got to the door before moving on. Please don't follow us, he thought desperately.
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2:40am Sep 6 2011
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Pansy and Draco shared a bewildered look at the twins' abrupt departure, but summed it up to Weasley nuttiness. "So...what's it like with a beaver's tail, Pansy?" Draco smirked. Pansy sent him a glare. "What's it like with a Weasel drooling all over you?" She smirked back at him, and Draco looked shocked. "What are you talking about?" "Oh, come on Draco. You saw the way dear Freddie was staring. I could practically see the dirty thoughts in his mind. You can't tell me you didn't." Draco looked disgusted. "Of course I didn't. If I had, I would have hexed his bollocks off." "That's my boy." Pansy made her way to Draco, swaying her hips, and settled herself in his lap. "You up for a snog?" Draco grinned. "Sure,"
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8:02pm Sep 7 2011
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Fred woke with a start as a pillow slammed into his head. "Shut up, would you?" he heard Lee say, and when Fred squinted he could make out Lee's bed, missing one of its pillows.
"What was that for!" he demanded, chucking the pillow back at his roomate.
"Stop moaning,
Fred. You're keeping me up with your.... You know what? I don't even
want to think about what you were dreaming of. Just shut up about it."
Lee flopped back down, dragging his blankets over his head. Fred
flushed.
"I wasn't--"
"Freddy, Lee's right. Shut up,"
George mumbled sleepily. Fred glared at his twin. He cast a tempus charm
--it was quite early, but if he went to the Great Hall there would be
food. His stomach grumbled at the thought. He heard George sigh.
"Alright," he said, and Fred watched as he rolled out of bed, stumbling
slightly. "Let's go eat, shall we, Fred?"
Fred saw no reason to
argue, and soon they were in the corridor and on their way to the hall.
"You were dreaming about Malfoy, weren't you." It wasn't a question.
Fred answered all the same.
"O-of course not!" he stuttered,
face red once again. George "hmm'd," but otherwise he made no reply.
They entered the hall when they reached it, and sat down at the
Gryffindor bench. Fred picked at his scrambled eggs as the appeared in
front of him, and waited.
((LOL oh god. that deleted scene, it keeps playing in my head. Its awful. xD))
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((You've got the most interesting imagination. Ever. The naughtiest one, as well.))
Draco slid onto the bench beside Pansy, feeling nervous despite his calm facade. He had two wings behind him that were being hid by the cloak, and he was afraid he'd bump into someone and they'd know he was hiding. He saw Pansy sitting awkwardly on her invisible tail.
"Bad sleep?" he murmured, filling his plate with fruit.
"If only you knew," Pansy sighed, pecking her boyfriend on the cheek. "They haven't come off yet?"
Draco shook his head silently. He knew that by 'they', she meant the cloak pieces. Both of them doubted the twins' spell-casting abilities, and were worried that the cloak would fall off at some random time accidentally to reveal the monstrosities to everyone. They wouldn't put it pass the twins to have that happen on purpose, actually.
Looking up, his eyes were drawn to the Gryffindor table - to two redheads. His eyes grew slightly glassy as he saw Fred and remembered the feeling of the boy's hands in his wings. Maybe if the boy had leaned in closer...
"Draco!" Pansy's voice interrupted his little daydream. "Are you even listening to me?"
"What?" Draco jerked. "What were you saying?"
Pansy frowned and looked the smallest bit hurt. "Nevermind." She went back to eating, and Draco knew she was annoyed with him. Not feeling up to a fight, he continued eating, and when he was finished, he stood up, offering his hand to Pansy. She took it silently and they strode out the Hall to Potions, Draco sending a subtle glare Fred's way as he passed.
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1:43am Sep 8 2011 (last edited on 6:09pm Sep 8 2011)
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((Lol,
I once wrote a short story for English class about a serial killer, and
he like set up his murders as childrens' party games, and and each
scene had a clue and he kidnapped this girl and she was the prize to a
his "scavenger hunt." One of the victims was pinned to the ground with
tent stakes through his hands and feet (pin the tail on the donkey) and
another one was like burned alive in boiling french fry oil (hot
potato). You have no idea how screwed up my imagination is. xD)) "Malfoy is staring at you." Fred jumped at the sound of his brother's voice. He looked at George, who was smirking. "What? Why?" he asked quickly, looking around the hall. He found Malfoy right as the boy exited the room with Parkinson. "Dunno," George yawned, stretching. "Probably thinking about the way you
fondled his wings yesterday." Fred glared at him, but George's only
response was to grin wickedly. "I didn't fondle his wings. I wrapped them, like I was supposed to." "Really? Hm. Maybe he's just wanting you to pet his hair some more." Fred turned red. "I did not pet him. You're the one who made me touch his hair!" "And you're the one who was dreaming about him." George laughed as Fred
choked on his breakfast, spluttering. When he regained his breath, he
glared at George, before he dropped his fork with a clank and pushed up
from the table. He walked through the hall's doors without another word,
and George followed, whistling happily. "Hey, kid," he said stopping a
First Year he passed by. "D'you know who Draco Malfoy is?" The boy
nodded, wide eyed, and George grinned at him. "Excellent. Go to Snape's
classroom and tell Malfoy to meet my brother and I by the statue of the
one-eyed witch on the third floor of the Defense Against The Dark Arts
tower at lunch. Alright?" The boy nodded again, then scurried off to deliver the message. George grinned again to himself, before jogging to
catch up to his twin.
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2:19am Sep 8 2011
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((OH. MY. GOD. I had this long, long reply all typed up...and then I lost it because my damned internet decided to stuff up at that precise moment. ;/))
Draco watched amusedly as the brown-haired First Year hurried away from him, sending looks of terror over his shoulder. Dropping the sneer and the haughty attitude, he wrapped an arm around Pansy and they walked out onto the grounds together, enjoying the sunshine in their free period after Potions.
"You aren't seriously thinking of going, are you?" Pansy whined, tugging insistently at his arm. "We were supposed to spend the rest of the day together! You promised!"
Draco sighed. "They might have figured a way to fix us. At least, I hope so." He shrugged and gestured pointedly at the seemingly invisible space behind him and Pansy. "We need to take any chance to get back to normal, even if it means spending lots of time with the Weasels. After we're fixed, we don't even have to look their way."
Pansy frowned as they sat under the tree by the lake. "If they had a solution, they would have invited me. You aren't the only one with animal...things on your backside."
"Maybe they can only do it for one person at a time. Anyway, if they were in the testing stage of some kind of antidote, I'm sure you'd rather I am the one to test it on. After all, a ruined potion might ruin your complexion."
Pansy conceded, but then a worried glint entered her eyes at the thought of Draco being tested on. "They won't make your hair stringy, right?"
Draco laughed and tugged Pansy into his lap. "I sincerely hope not. Even they aren't stupid enough to do that."
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((OH
MAN. I hate it when that happens. I usually type up replies on my phone
email thing, then send them to myself, but sometimes I'll be halfway
through or finished with one and my phone will restart and I'll be so so
sooooo angry.)) Fred leaned against the wall by the One-Eyed Witch with his arms
crossed, and he huffed. "We've been here for nearly an hour, George. I
don't think Malfoy is showing up."
George snorted at him. "I think you forgot about our open period,
Fred. Lunch doesn't start for another few minutes." Really, Fred was
being an idiot. "Don't get your knickers in a twist, just because you
want to see Malfoy."
Fred turned red, which he seemed to be doing quite a lot lately.
"Don't wanna see him," he muttered sourly. George laughed, and Fred
glared at him. "What about you and Parkinson, then?" He felt a sense of satisfaction as George's eyes widened in surprise,
but it was crushed when George started laughing again. "Oh, mate," he
gasped, clapping Fred on the shoulder, "I'd sooner snog Malfoy, if you
weren't so utterly smitten with him. What on /Earth/ gave you the idea I
would ever be attracted to Parkinson? I thought you knew me!" "You said she had a nice arse!" "She does." "Well --you! You didn't have to comment on it!" "I don't mind letting Malfoy know his is nice, too, if you'd like me to." Fred couldn't think of a proper answer to that --he couldn't exactly
argue with the statement and he couldn't find the words to tell George to shove off-- so he settled for brooding
against the wall.
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3:25am Sep 9 2011
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((I just about smashed my computer screen. xD That's the longest one I've done that it's happened to.))
"Well," Draco said, patting Pansy's bottom to jerk her into standing, "it's time for my meeting with the weasels." Pansy giggled at the contact, jumping up, but the sullen look returned.
"You're really leaving me to go talk with...them?" A look of distaste crossed her face.
"Alas, I am, fair lady," Draco sighed. "I acknowledge the fact that it is ungentlemanly of me, but leaving you with a beaver's tail would be worse."
Pansy glared at him. "Fine," she sniffed, walking away from him, "I'll be in the Common Room if you need me. I don't feel like eating today. Gotta keep the waistline trim."
Draco nodded his approval, smirking at her despite her displeasure with him, and went the other way.
He had never ventured much around the third floor. He only had DADA on this floor, and his quarters were in the dungeons, so he didn't have much reason to. He had seen the one-eyed witch statue, however, and he knew where to go.
"Oi, weasel," he called, striding towards the boy leaning against the wall and his brother, "there better be a good reason for calling me here. I've got a girlfriend to keep up with, and I'm quite hungry as well after our morning activities."
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9:19pm Sep 9 2011 (last edited on 9:20pm Sep 9 2011)
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Fred harrumphed at Malfoy rather than greet him, glaring sourly at the floor. George grinned, and ruffled his twin's hair as he said, "Aw, don't mind ickle Fweddy, here. He's just being a sourpuss."
Fred smacked his hands away, turning his glare towards his twin. George's grin grew wider and he continued, "He's a bit upset because he had a
bad dream last night. And by bad, I mean highly inappropriate but not
really bad at all. More like fantastic, would be my guess, considering the way he was moaning. So he's
embarrassed." Fred grumbled angrily, turning his back towards the two
other boys to face the statue. "Dissendium," he murmured, and as the passage opened, he stepped
through without so much as a glance at either of the boys behind him.
George laughed.
"He's such a girl," he said, grinning at Malfoy. He bowed slightly,
gesturing at the open passage. "After you, Malfoy. Mind your step; the
passage opens into a slide."
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9:31pm Sep 9 2011
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Draco watched their exchange feeling confused. Why exactly did he need to know about Weasel One's nighttime ventures? Shaking his head, he looked up only for his jaw to drop as a secret passage was revealed to him.
"Uh- what- how the hell-" he stumbled over his words in his amazement. He didn't even know Hogwarts had secret passes. No wonder Potter had gotten him with a snow ball in third year at Hogsmeade when he was supposedly back at the castle! "That's...cool."
George bowed, and he immediately had his guard back up. "Definitely not. You can go first. I like to know what I'm getting into before I get into it."
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12:15am Sep 10 2011
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"Oh, for Merlin's sake," George groaned. "We use this passage all the time; its perfectly safe. The worst thing you'll run into down there is a bloody spider."
"Will you two hurry up? We don't have all day, you know!" Fred called from the passage.
"There, see? Fred is fine. Proof enough for you, right? Now go."
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3:36am Sep 10 2011
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Draco gave a disbelieving snort but stepped into the passage. "Where exactly are we going with this? If you're kidnapping me, I'll have you know my father holds a seat on the Wizengamot, and he will have your head for it! He'll have you in Azkaban before you can say 'crap'."
He looked around in disgust at his surroundings. He could only make out a bit in the dim light, but the walls were grimy and disgusting. He cringed away from them, wrinkling his nose.
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Fred rolled his eyes as Malfoy appeared in the passageway. "No, Malfoy!"
he gasped sarcastically. "You're father is on the Wizengamot? Really?"
George stepped out into the tunnel behind Malfoy with a look of shock on
his face. He threw his arm around Malfoy's shoulders and wailed, "Oh,
woe is me! Say it isn't so!"
"If only we'd known, George!"
"Now our entire plan been ruined!"
"Oh, Malfoy, why didn't you tell us sooner? Oh, wait."
"You did."
"On numerous occasions."
"Honestly, do you ever shut up about your father?"
"Stop being a baby and depend on yourself for once."
George smacked Malfoy playfully upside the head. "We're going into
Hogsmeade, git. Why didn't you bring Parkinson along? The two of you
could've gone into the Three Broomsticks while Fred and I picked up
potion ingredients."
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9:31pm Sep 10 2011
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“Shut up about my father,” Draco growled, his eyes narrowing.
“I’m certainly not a baby.” He shot Fred a devious smirk. “I’ve got the assets
to prove it, although I don’t think you two want a peek, not that I understand
why you wouldn’t. And I didn’t bring Pansy because you never said to.” He
frowned delicately. “Why do you want her here anyway? Sometimes she can be a
real pain in the arse. Women are so difficult.”
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2:07pm Sep 11 2011 (last edited on 2:31pm Sep 11 2011)
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"Aha!" George said, snapping his fingers. "Speaking of your assets, Fred wanted me to let you know that you've got a very fine arse."
"George!" Fred shouted, mortified. George shot him a grin, but otherwise ignored him.
"I have a feeling he would be more than happy to take a peak at your assets," George continued, winking at Malfoy. "And as for Parkinson, we figured you'd want her to keep
yourself busy. We'll be a while in Hogsmeade."
"Can we please go?" Fred whined, eying Malfoy and making sure he was no
where near the other boy. He thought that, if he squinted, he could
make out the faint outline of something --the wings-- behind Malfoy.
"I want to get away from him as soon as possible."
"No can do, Freddy. He's got to come with us when we start brewing, too.
So even after the shopping is over, you won't be able to get away,"
George said, and the look on his face was one of pure evil. He'd been
angry with his twin, at first, because --ew, Malfoy. But now he was just
having fun. Fred groaned, and George's wicked grin widened further.
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3:34pm Sep 12 2011
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((Bump))
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