Les Knickers

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   Holy Mother of Mary, have mercy upon his soul. 

   This shit had not gone away.

   Blaise was an absolute cunt and Pansy could go fuck herself, he had decided. Finding his positionstill highly fucking amusing. 

   Blaise didn't enjoy his cold run out this morning, though ... 

   Chilly Winter willy's ... 

   It was definitely virgins, it had to be. It was fucking typical that that sort of barrier could onlyhappen to him. Not that he minded, obviously. He'd popped a few cherries in his time anyway. 

   But forgive him Father, for the sin he was about to commit. 

   In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy spirit – 

   He was about to be fucking crucified for this, because it went against everything he had ever done. 

   Ever.

   He currently looked like a creepy fucker standing there around the corner, poised and waiting forhis next victim to be lured into his trap. 

   What he actually wanted to do was appear cool and collected, leaning sexily against the wall whilsthe waited for Granger come by so he could talk to her coherently for a second and she wouldhopefully be impressed by his demeanour. 

   But then Rachel Killet came by with her unmentionables practically forced in his face and now hewas a gibbering wreck grasping onto the corner of the wall, bent over double to control histiresome erection.

   Everyone had got wind of it. 

   Everyone thought it was fucking hilarious. 

   For some reason most of the girls weren't even bothered by it. He just noticed a lot of morematching underwear sets hanging around. That gave his ego a massive boost if he was honest. Heshould thank them all individually ... once this business with Granger was out of the way, ofcourse. 

   He'd decided he needed to face his fears head on and have 'the talk' with her. 

   You know the one ... 

   The one where he apologises for coming on her thigh due to his incessant rubbing and then alsoapologises for running off like a naughty little schoolboy for leaving her there after rubbinghimself off on her. 

   No? No, he didn't know that one either... 

   To be fair, he was definitely being the bigger person in this situation. He was actually apologisingto the girl. Something he'd never done before, ever. Not in all their years of being cruel to eachother. But then she'd never apologised to him either. 

   And this all had absolutely nothing to do with a burning need to just be near her again. Breathe inthat intoxicating scent of her. That smell of Sweet Pea and wild Jasmine – 

   Nope. 

   Absolutely fucking nothing to do with that at all. 

   "Malfoy!" came a shocked female voice in front of him, as she rounded the corner, bounding intohim. Her masses of curls whipping round her face and her books falling all over the floor. 

   First instinct: Apologise, bend down and pick up the books for her.

   Accomplished. 

   Second instinct: Look up at her earnestly while picking up the books that had fallen to the floor. 

   Accomplished.