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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.”
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“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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