Privacy, Please!

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"You naughty boy!" Pansy squealed. He grabbed hold of her leg. He was kissing her, and she was kissing him back. She loved the sensation of Draco's soft, warm lips upon hers.

"HEY! WHATTA YOU DOING?!" A familiar voice said. "What are you doing stalking us, Potter?" Pansy said as she jumped off of Draco's arms. "I'm not stalking you, I'm walking to class, which, Obviously you aren't. Doing the right thing, here, Potter." Harry said sarcastically. When he heard what he said, he immediately regretted it. He knew Malfoy or Pansy were going to do something to him. As he knew, Pansy walked straight up to him. She started touching him.

"PARKINSON, GET YOUR HANDS OFF FILTHY POTTER!!" Draco yelled. Once she backed away, Draco came storming up to him. "You, Potter, don't you dare lay a single hand on her. Understand, boy?"
"Sure... But I didn't touch her at all! She was touching me sexually!!"
"Shut the fuck up, Potter." Draco said through gritted teeth, and stormed off. "What the bloody hell was that that about?" Ron asked. "Personally, Ron, I don't know. Have no clue." Harry said staring at the spot Draco was at. "Well, we better hurry, or we'll be late for class," Ron said. They ran off. Once class was over, Pansy decided to go and see Harry again... Draco caught her, and pulled her towards him. She smiled. She hugged Draco tightly. When Draco left, she ran up to Harry and hugged his waist. She hated Harry. 'Why am I doing this? I hate Potter!' She thought. 'But... I also like him...'

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