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The Chocolate Frog Nightmare by Guilt_Ridden

Format: Short story
Chapters: 3
Word Count: 2,492
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Mild Language, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Substance Use or Abuse, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme

Genres: Drama, Humor, Romance
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Draco, Ginny, OC
Pairings: Draco/OC

First Published: 03/19/2007
Last Chapter: 04/20/2007
Last Updated: 04/20/2007

A brilliant sixth year convinced she was placed in the wrong House, Jackie Campbelle is caught in the middle. Jackie thought for sure she would have been placed in Ravenclaw five years earlier but her unquenchable thirst for power, not knowledge, landed her a place in Slytherin. Pretty and easy-going Jackie soon found herself with friends in Gryffindor and Slytherin. With both sides pulling her in opposite directions, how will her friends react after Jackie spends one careless night with the "enemy"? What will they say when Jackie wants to bring both groups together?

Chapter 1: Bottoms Up!
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I own the characters of Jackie and Alex Campbelle as well as the following storyline. All other characters belong to J. K. Rowling.


“Can you believe it? England? The World Cup? It-it’s a dream come true!” Ron’s voice could be heard bellowing across the Hall.
The Great Hall was in an uproar that Friday evening, Professor Dumbledore having told the school the results of the Quidditch playoffs. England was going to the World Cup and the teachers as well as the students were screaming and hollering with delight. As Jackie hugged her twin brother Alex, she smiled at the thought of Hermione’s reaction when she realized how busy the House Elves would be tonight, providing food for all of the parties that were sure to come.


“Here, Jackie,” Ron said, passing Jackie a candy. “Have a chocolate frog.”

Jackie and Alex had gone up to the Gryffindor Common Room with Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny. Soon enough, they had quite a party going on. Professor McGonagall had come by twice to send them all to bed but by her third visit, Ginny had been able to convince her to stay and celebrate with the rest of them.

Ginny and Hermione had been dancing with Alex all night while Jackie, Harry, and Ron were seated around the fire talking tactics and food.

“Ron, will you stop giving me those?” Jackie sighed, sprawled out on the rug, bouncing the frog off Ron’s forehead. “You know I’m allergic.”

“Yeah, to real frogs,” Ron said from the couch, rolling his eyes. “But this one’s chocolate. You’ll be fine.” He tossed the frog her way again. Jackie threw it in the fire.

“I’m allergic to chocolate, not frogs. Idiot,” Jackie laughed.

Ron rolled his eyes again. “No,” he said slowly, like he was speaking to a small child. “You’re allergic to frogs, dummy.”

Jackie giggled. “I think I’d know, Ron,” she told him, taking another big bite of cake. “I’m definitely allergic to chocolate.”

Ron looked her over slowly; positive she was putting him on. “That cake is white chocolate, you know.”

Jackie choked and sputtered. “What?! Harry! Why didn’t you tell me?” she shrieked.

“What? I thought you were allergic to the regular brown chocolate, not the white kind. You’re allergic to white chocolate, too?” Harry asked, confused.

“Yes!” she said, exasperated. “It’s the chocolate that’ll kill me, not the color and not the frog!”

As she was speaking, itchy red blotches broke out all over Jackie’s skin and she started having trouble breathing. Ron scooped her up and, grabbing the rest of the gang, they headed for the hospital wing.


“Shit, guys,” Jackie moaned, flopping back against the pillows of her hospital bed. “We were supposed to stay up all night and party.”

“Next time Ron almost kills you, we’ll make sure it’s on the morning of an exam or something,” Ginny offered. They all snickered as Madam Pomfrey bustled in.

“Alright, Jackie,” Madame Pomfrey said, handing Jackie a steaming goblet, “drink this and you’ll be back to normal in no time. Just make sure you go straight up to bed afterward. You’ll be feeling a bit…light-headed.”

“She means I’ll be high,” Jackie whispered once Madam Pomfrey was out of ear shot. They laughed.

“Well, maybe it’s for the best,” Alex mused. “I mean, you do need to get some rest tonight. The only way anybody’s sleeping in Slytherin is if they pass out.” He grinned wistfully, eager to get up to his own common room.

“Well, nobody parties quite like the Slytherins do,” Jackie grinned, bringing the goblet to her lips. “Well, bottoms up!”


Draco leaned against the cool stone wall of the empty dungeon classroom, mulling over the evening. He didn’t think anything could ruin his elation over England going to the World Cup but then again, Lucius Malfoy wasn’t just anything.

Yes, Draco thought, he would show up tonight. He always comes after he goes out drinking. And he would go out drinking tonight.

Lucius Malfoy had shown up after drinking heavily with his buddies. He grabbed ahold of Draco and dragged him to the dungeons.

What better way to finish off a great night than to beat your only son senseless? Draco thought sadly, wiping his bloody nose on his sleeve. Why does my father have to be such a raging alcoholic?

Draco laughed bitterly, glancing at the bottle of firewhiskey he held in his hand. And I’m going to be just like him…No! I’ll never do this to my kids…And I’ll never force my belief on them…They can just be kids…And I can just love them…like a real dad would.

Draco downed the remainder of his drink and started on another bottle. A silent tear ran down his cheek and he knew that soon the floor would be littered with empty bottles.

Draco leaned back against the wall and said sadly, “Bottoms up.”


Jackie Campbelle stumbled into the Slytherin Common Room, giggling and feeling quite “light-headed”, if you will. The common room was quiet, all of its inhabitants either long passed out or, like Alex, gone off in search of more parties. Jackie was just about to attempt the stairs when someone else burst into the room.

Draco Malfoy staggered in as drunk and “light-headed” as Jackie. He stumbled over to his good friend.

“Hi,” he said.

“You too?” she giggled.

They both laughed, possibly harder due to the state they were in.

“I have to go up to my room now. I want to be alone,” Jackie said, still giggling. She turned and started up the stairs, wondering if the common room always spun like that. Slowly, Jackie found her way to her empty dorm room, the rest of the girls passed out downstairs or in some boy’s room. She flopped on her bed and felt Draco flop next to her. With her ever present giggle, Jackie rolled onto her side to face him.

“I wanted to be alone, Mr. Malfoy,” she said, smiling.

“Shhh…” he whispered, putting a finger to her lips. “We are.”

Draco leaned forward and kissed Jackie softly. He wrapped his arms around her and gently rolled her onto her back. He climbed on top of her, straddling her, and began tugging at her robes.

Jackie pulled him down for another kiss and he hungrily obliged. He licked at her bottom lip and she opened her mouth, granting him entry. Draco lifted his arms above his head and Jackie pulled his shirt off, throwing it to the side. As she unbuttoned her blouse, Draco reached for his belt buckle.

“Well, aren’t you a nice tall glass of water?” Jackie giggled, reciting a phrase she heard in a muggle movie.

“Well then,” Draco said seductively, “bottoms up!”


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Chapter 2: ...idiot
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The sun shone through a gap in the curtains of Jackie’s four poster bead. She yawned and stretched; she was so warm and cuddly right here next to –

“Malfoy?!” she shrieked, sitting up. “What are you doing here?!”

Draco had been lying drowsily in bed, also quite warm and cuddly right next to –

“Campbelle?!” he yelled, obviously startled. “What’s going on here?” Draco had a splitting headache. He shook his head and blinked into focus. “Whoa, when did you get so good at geography, Jackie?”

“Excuse me?”

“You’ve got a very nice – uh – chestal region over there,” Draco said, making a crude gesture imitating her breasts.

Jackie, who had been sitting upright, hadn’t realized she was topless. She screamed and yanked up the blanket, causing an unpleasant draft for Draco, who hadn’t realized he was bottomless. After much yelling and tugging over the blankets, the pair dressed quickly and sat awkwardly at the end of Jackie’s bed.

“So, uh, what were we…up to last night?” Draco asked carefully, not looking over at his good friend.

“Well, I can tell you what you were up to last night, Mr. Malfoy,” Jackie snickered. They both laughed awkwardly and an uncomfortable silence fell over them.

“So – we did do it then?” Draco asked.

“Well,” Jackie said slowly, “Ron gave me a stupid chocolate frog and I had to get all de-allergized by Madame Pomfrey and the medication made me all…loopy. So I came back here.”

“Yeah,” Draco said, flopping back against the pillows, “and Father came by last night and we had a row. I was sad so I got drunk off my ass and I came back here.”

“Right,” Jackie said, screwing up her face in concentration. “And we met up on the stairs. I was going up to bed because I wanted to be alone.” Last night was slowly coming together.

“Right. So I followed you up and –” Draco began.

“Why would you follow me up?” Jackie asked.

“You wanted to be alone,” Draco said. “So I followed you up.”

“I wanted to be by myself, idiot!” she said, whacking him on the arm.

“What?! I thought you wanted to be alone together!” he said, taken aback.

“No!” Jackie blushed. “I’m not like that. I-I wouldn’t say that.”

“But you did, though!” Draco insisted. “So I followed you up here and we…you know…”

“So we definitely…you-knowed?” Jackie whined. “Definitely not a dream?”

“Jackie, you’re a hot chick, I was drunk, we were alone and naked in bed all night. Trust me, we you-knowed.” Draco paused, thinking. “That would’ve been one hell of a dream, though.”

“Jackie suddenly became very interested in a spec of lint on her bedspread. “Well, uh, you better get back up to your room,” she said, not looking up. “Far be it for me to delay you from carving the notch in your bedpost.”

“Aw, come off it, Jackie,” Draco laughed, sitting up and tossing an arm around her shoulders. “It’s not like you were just some one night stand.” Jackie stared at him. “Well, okay, so maybe you were. But you’re my best mate! We’re allowed a friendly shag once in a while!”

“I don’t do that with my friends,” Jackie said defiantly. She looked at Draco meaningfully and added, “I don’t do that with anyone.”

Realization slowly dawned on Draco. “Oh…” he said. “Got ya. Well, at least you lost your virginity to someone you trust. Could’ve lost it to a big asshole….well, a bigger asshole than me, anyway.” Jackie sniffed, not comforted.

“I trust Dumbledore,” she muttered. “I don’t want to have a go with him.”

The pair sat in silence for a long moment.



“Where’d you learn to do all that stuff?”

Excuse me?”

“Well, you were really good for a…first-timer.”





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Chapter 3: Buttwipes and puffer fish
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What?!” Hermione shrieked. “You did what with who?!”

“I believe she said that she and Malfoy did the dirty last night,” Ginny supplied.

“Thanks, Gin. Now will you two please keep your voices down,” Jackie moaned.

Jackie, Hermione, and Ginny were huddled together in a corner of the library. Jackie was slowly and painfully recounting her escapades from the previous night as Ginny and Hermione tried to remain conscious from the shock of it all.

“Sorry,” Hermione said. “I just can’t believe what I’m hearing!”

“I know,” Jackie moaned, laying her head on the table.

“Well, come on then. Get on with the juicy details,” Ginny laughed.

Excuse me?” Jackie’s muffled reply came from the table.

“Come on!” Ginny prodded, flicking Jackie in the ear. Jackie lifted her head up.

“That actually hurt, you know,” she scowled. “I should give you a detention for that.”

“Yeah, and I’ll slip some chocolate sauce into your goblet at dinner tonight. Then you can tell me if Malfoy is better the second time around,” Ginny said, grinning mischievously. Jackie paused, surveying her friend. She wouldn’t put it past Ginny, something like that. She moaned again and looked to Hermione for help.

“Don’t look at me,” Hermione said. “I’m just as interested as Ginny is!”

What?!” Jackie said, scandalized.

“Shh!” Hermione admonished. “All I’m saying is, Draco Malfoy has quite a reputation in this school and I was just wondering…how was he?”

Jackie could not believe her ears; she thought her friends would be angry and yell and she could go eat a mound of chocolate frogs and curl up in Crookshanks’s wicker basket and die in peace. But no. They had to be all supportive. It was disgusting.

“Well,” Jackie said thoughtfully as Hermione and Ginny leaned in, listening intently, “not that I really have anybody to compare him to…” She paused agonizingly.

“Oh my God, tell us!” Ginny said, leaning so far across the table she was practically laying on it.

“Sh!” Jackie and Hermione scolded.

“Well…I supposed what I’ve said about our young Mr. Malfoy in Potions class holds true in many facets of life; Draco Malfoy is very good at what he does,” Jackie said slowly. She paused for a moment and added, “Very good.”

The girls squealed and giggled, grabbing their things and rushing into the hall as Madame Pince swooped down on them.

Once out in the safety of the corridor, Hermione asked, “So do you like him?”

“Yeah,” Jackie said. “He’s my best mate.” Hermione rolled her eyes.

“No, do you like him?” she asked impatiently.

“I…dunno,” Jackie said truthfully. “It all happened so fast…But, still. Last night was so… I mean, yeah, okay, I was all hopped up on medication and everything. I mean, how’s that for the fairy tale they forgot to mention? But he made me feel so…safe.” Jackie was searching for the right words. “He was so kind, even after we both sobered up. And waking up next to him…for a second there, I felt so warm and comfortable and loved. Then I started screaming, but whatever.”

They all laughed ask headed for the Great Hall for lunch.

“You know, I think I’ve liked Malfoy since first year when the two of us had a row and he looked at me all suave-like and told me I looked like a puffer fish when I was angry.” They all giggled.

“Yeah,” Jackie sighed. “I like him alright. I just wonder if I can figure out how to love a buttwipe like him.”


“I dunno, man. There’s just something about her,” Draco mused to his friend Blaise at lunch. “She was just…different.”

Draco and Blaise had spent the better part of an hour going over a play-by-play, not of Quidditch, but of Draco’s escapades from the previous night.

“You like her, don’t you? I mean, like really like her?” Blaise questioned, one eyebrow cocked.

“I dunno…” Draco thought. “I was pretty drunk, not exactly your fairy tale evening. But still. Last night was so…nice.” Draco paused. “I think I’ve liked her since first year when the two of us had a row and she said that she didn’t give a damn about who my family was, looked me square in the eye, and called me a buttwipe.” He chuckled. “Yeah, I like her alright. I just wonder if I can figure out how to love a puffer fish like her.”

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