Not a Potter

Not a Potter-Chapter 3

Draco Malfoy was bored. Insanely bored. No, wrong term- Draco Malfoy was sanely bored. See when you were insanely bored, you were bored but had lost your mind anyway. But when you were sanely bored, you were bored and you weren't crazy. And, Draco, I'm sorry to say, was a very sane man.

Draco sighed for the umpteenth time. When was this guy ever going to get the idea that inflatable underwear was not going to be the next best thing?

"And you see sir, this chord here, you pull it and poof! The underwear inflates!"

Draco was calculating how painful it would be to kill oneself with a fountain pen when the door opened and Blaise Zambini sauntered in. Draco almost burst with happiness. Almost.

"I'm sorry sir, but your time is up. Mr Malfoy will get back to you with his decision within a week." said Blaise, pushing the man through the door.

Draco sighed with relief as the door closed behind him. Blaise looked up and grinned.

"So?" he asked.

"So what?"

"How was the business deal?" he asked again, pouring himself a glass of firewhiskey.

"It was great... If you don't count the fact that he was trying to sell me inflatable underwear." replied Draco.

Blaise spat out his drink.

"What! Oh that's rich!" he said shaking with laughter.

Draco smiled, it was nice to see his best friend laugh again, especially after his mother had died and his father was sent to Azkaban. Draco was the only family he had left now. Blaise stopped laughing and looked at Draco.

"Any plans for tonight, mate?" he asked.

"How many times do I have to tell you Zambini, I'm not ready to go that far with you yet!" Draco cried.

Blaise blinked once.

Then twice.

And then started to laugh again.

"Wow... You are so dirty-minded mate!" he wheezed between laughs.

"No Zambini, your mind is just too clean." Draco replied, causing Blaise to laugh harder.

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"So I saw this girl today-"said Blaise.

"Oh how wonderfully rare and exciting!" said Draco, with mock enthusiasm.

"Oh shut up, anyway so I saw her and my mind instantly goes "Damn, she is hot", so I-"

"Pffffft." said Draco.

"What was that for?" asked Blaise.

"As if you would know if a girl is hot or not."

"I do too!" cried Blaise indignantly.

"You wouldn't know if a girl is hot if she danced naked in front of you yelling "I'm hot!". Wait, let me rephrase that, You wouldn't know if a girl is hot until she dances naked in front of you yelling "I'm hot!" explained Draco.

"Has anyone ever told you that you are impossible?" Blaise asked.

"Yes."

"Really? Who?"