#7

Harry sat there feeling neglected while Draco decided to throw potion bottles at Isabelle.

"EWW! EWWW! ICKY! AH! AH! DRACOOOO!" shrieked Isabelle as the random ingredients broke on her. She screamed, "Professor!" as she hit Draco, knocking him off his stool. Then she smiled.

"The deed is done."

"You'd think," Draco returned smoothly as he pushed Isabelle's cauldron over casually."

Isabelle screamed for the Potions professor until Harry informed her that Snape had left for the holidays. She then hit her head on the table repetitively while ranting, "I...AM...GOING...TO...KILL...YOU...DRACO!!!!"

Harry was probably drunk again as he announced with no care whatsoever to the action around him, "Draco's the professor now, yay!"

Draco was happy. "You must all listen to me! I am the supreme ruler!"

Isabelle threw her cauldron at Draco's head--he ducked and she reparoed it and then accioed it back to him. It missed again.

"Too bad it didn't hit you, Draco. It would have been nice."

"Nice for who?"

"Me of course....you bubble headed slut..."

She continued on that vein for some time. Draco sad back in his stool and propped his feet up on the table, listening and nodding his head in agreement to the insults.

"...badly dyed blonde hair and ugly grins...what a pig...so gay....needs a haircut."

Draco yelled. "Gah! My hair is most certainly not dyed!" and after a moment added, "And those last two are not flaws!"

Isabelle pours a mysteriously unknown liquid--non-toxic, never fear--on Draco's head. "How about now?"

Draco became hysterical. "I am ruined! My beautiful hair is RUINED!"

His attacker laughed, "When was it not?"

Draco scorgified his head and folded his arms grumpily. "You get a zero!"

Isabelle sent a scorgify spell to clean out Draco's mouth. "Bad Draco."

"For the rest of the week!!"

Isabelle had a better idea. "How about we make out instead?"

Draco had a condition however. "Not with soap."

"Of course not."

"Well you were implying it."

"Was not!"

"You cleaned out my mouth!"

"You! You gave me a zero! I am at least offering you a kiss!"

"Point?"

Isabelle threw a quill at Draco, "Fine! No kiss!"

"Fine! You hate me!" Draco melodramatically pretended to die as Isabelle threw more quills and parchment at him. She shrieked, "You're right! I DO!"

Draco objected, "You're not supposed to agree."

"Too late. I already did."

"More zero's for you!" Draco yelled as he rained nothing down on Isabelle from his outstretched hands. Harry found the scene rather trying and ignored his friends until until he looked back to see Isabelle sitting on Draco......again.

Draco bellowed, "Get off of me!"

"Ha! You always say that!" retorted his captor.

"I know. And I always mean it."

"No you don't."

"What else would I mean?"

"Sit on you forever?" Isabelle suggested. Draco's lip curled without menace. "Oh, that's likely."

"Sounds good to me," she concluded. And added with some thought and a bounce, "You're comfy."

"Mfth," Draco squeaked.