#5

Numbo five tinks dat we's need sum howliday spiwit! Eggnog!

Rolling his eyes over the squealing first year, Harry made an important decision. He sighed.

"Okay, I'm not going to be gay anymore."

Draco picked himself off the floor and sat down. He agreed.

"Alright.. and I'll try not to too."

"Good for both of you," Isabelle informed them.

Draco then inquired as to her take on the matter.

"You didn't like it?"

"What? You being gay? No," retaliated Isabelle sharply as she downed her second butterbeer.

With an air of disappointment, Draco tried again. "I thought I was rather charming."

Isabelle snorted.

"That's the least," she managed to say before bubbles began coming from her nose. She buried her face in her arms as laughter shook through her body and was in the unfortunate position--for Draco--that she could not see his trying glare.

Reaching for a cold manner, Draco looked into his butterbeer and was about to drop the subject, when Harry suddenly appeared next to him. He was holding a large cold mug of something that looked like pancake mix. Isabelle wrinkled her nose.

"Eggnog," Harry announced in salutation. After thinking for a moment with his mouth on the straw of the drink, he posed a question.

"Our gay escapades didn't arouse you at all, Isabelle?"

Isabelle choked on her butterbeer and began to sputter, and Draco started to laugh, alerting the other side of the bar to the strange phenomenon before them. Harry Potter, his mortal enemy and his mortal enemy's girlfriend were all laughing together over a common subject that did not involve pain and torture....well...not all the time.

Isabelle recovered faster than Draco and gave Harry a bland smile. Harry then promptly forgot what he had been talking about as he drained his third glass of eggnog. Draco surfaced to a table of nimwits.

"You're so hairy, Harry."

"Yes, and doesn't hair turn you on? Anything for you!"

"No! You'd be like a monkey with all that hair!"

"Monkeys turn you on?"

"No!"

Draco was glad Harry and Isabelle now seemed so drunk on their respective drinks that slipping away would happily go unnoticed by the two. The action would also quickly save his sanity.

#4

Yet again...

Understandably, Draco had just won the retort contest when Isabelle decided to get off the loser. Predictably, Harry decided to become annoying again.

"Ugh, my lungs have collapsed. Mouth to mouth, please!"

Draco requested that Harry be more specific, while Isabelle's laughter brought the thought yet again to the forefront of Draco's mind. What if Isabelle really is blonde? Oh yay! Kin!

Harry could tell that Draco had no intention of giving him a bl.....mouth to mouth, and decided to play the victim. He moaned melodramatically.

"Fine then, I'll just suffer here never to know the truth about leather pants!"

Draco did not find this amusing. Nor did he understand the implication.

"My leather pants, Harry."

Probably at the height of his drunkness, Harry pointed to the ceiling and shouted with no intended audience, "Exactly my point!"

Isabelle closed her eyes and tried to burn away the horrible things before her.....er.....pointing to the ceiling. Draco, however, refused to surrender or understand what was going on.

"You can't have them."

Competely unreasonable, Harry began speaking in capital letters. This was serious.

"OH I CAN AND I WILL. POINT TAKEN!"

Unable to comoprehend the situation, Draco chose the calmer of the two punishments as he yelled, "Bad Harry!"

"I'M TIRED OF SHOUTING BUT THAT'S THE ONLY WAY ANY OF YOU WILL UNDERSTAND ME!" Harry nearly screamed, windmilling his arms around on the floor, hoping not to hit a stray piece of furniture and ruin the scene.

#3

MORE! YAY!

Harry's face turned a bright shade of red as he bellowed an order.

"STRIP DANCE, DRACO! ISABELLE DEMANDS IT! "

As expected, Draco could not contain his laughter.

"Who demands it?"

Harry's moment of channelling died and free will returned in time for his next retort.

"Izzy."

Not much of a retort, Harry. Isabelle decided she did not like the nickname.

"Why are you calling me that?"

Confused as Harry already was, this did not help his situation much. He managed a rather articulate gesture downward with an jab.

"It's short for Isabelle," he finally decided, then added with a flourish, "Duh."

Unwilling to exchange insults with an idiot but unable to hold back a return "Duh", Isabelle explained that she had been wondering why Harry was calling her that, not why.

After more than a minute of silence had elapsed, Harry shot back a loaded, "because." But by then, he had lost the argument and to regain pride he poked Isabelle and accompanied the action with a voiced, "Poke. Hee."

#2

It started with my away msg.

Adamantly, Harry crossed his arms and refused to perform a strip tease.

"NO! That would make me no better than the common garden slut!"

Isabelle quirked an eyebrow. "How is that a problem for you?"

Harry looked down his nose at her. "I'm capable of much sluttier things!"

Isabelle's attentions turned to Draco, who suddenly decided that she would not be able to bend him to her will.

"I cannot be tamed to your will!" he shouted melodramatically.

She found his behavior rather becoming of a young man and in an attempt to rouse him, stated while throwing a pillow, "You remind me of someone. You're like an old man. Boring and no fun what-so-ever!"

In midst of Draco returning her challenge with another pillow, Harry thoughtfully commented to the air.

"You mean Dumbledore? Yeah, he's never any fun. He doesn't even like spankings. "

Draco choked on a combination feathers and uncontrollable bouts of laughter as Isabelle tried in vain to resist Harry's humorous charm.

#1

I think we're leaning to the idiotic side now.

Confused at the whole situation, Draco threw up his arms.

"I'm not getting involved!."

Harry smirked and blew a kiss at Draco without missing a beat. Isabelle thought he resembled a cross dresser as he whispered, "Impossible, honey."

Unfazed, Draco retorted, "Only if you make it."

"Oh, I do," Harry answered with a purr and a gleam in his eye.

Through her increasingly uncomfortable laughter, Isabelle caught her breath in order to question the boys.

"Why do I get the feeling that you two are more than just friends?"

Harry could not resist smiling in what he considered to be a sexy manner.

Isabelle rolled her eyes and settled back in her cushy chair as Draco pondered why she only had "a feeling."

"Oh, shut up, Draco."

Harry tutted.

"Making me jealous won't stop me, Isabelle."

Draco put his hands on his hips.

"You never let anything stop you."

"No," agreed Harry. "Not even leather pants."

We're slacking...

Yeah, maybe it's midterms or just sheer laziness but if we want to get a move on this story, we need to work on it.
So, yeah, midterms, good luck ha ha ya'll have never taken them before ha ha!