A/N: Okay, so this is the last chapter we have already written, so it may be a few days before the next post

A/N: Okay, so this is the last chapter we have already written, so it may be a few days before the next post. Enjoy! Please review! Remember, we only own Rachel and Elizabeth. Oh, and the insane plot. 

Chapter 3

Fresh air filled Elizabeth’s lungs and the smell of autumn filled her nose. “It’s beautiful out here,” she said incredulously.

“Yes. I find the grounds can be quite beautiful if you look closely enough,” he said grudgingly, keeping his hands in his pockets.

“What is wrong with you? Why can’t you just live life happily, Malfoy? Come on! Live a little!” Elizabeth teased, throwing her arms up in the air.

He cocked a grin. “So,” he said, “what have the Weasel, Granger, and Potter told you about me?”

“First of all, it’s Ron, Hermione, and Harry,” she corrected him. “Second of all, you’re lucky I’m even talking to you. They hate you.”

He nodded. “I expected nothing less. So… why are you talking to me then?”

“I’m the kind of person who believes that people can change,” she said, shrugging.

“So you think that I could change in the future?” he said.

“Most definitely,” Elizabeth said firmly.

A short pause followed, in which Malfoy gathered his thoughts before speaking again. He said, “I’ve always wanted to know someone who would give me more credit than what people normally do.”

“Like me?” she asked.

“Yeah. Like you…” he said. “So…”

“Let me guess. You want us to spend more time together to get to know each other better,” she said, a knowing grin spreading across her face.

“Exactly,” he said, relieved that she had caught on so quickly. “So…? What do you think?”

“Sure, I think it’s a great idea,” she replied.

The rest of the walk was quite uneventful. Elizabeth described her school in America to Malfoy, who listened attentively. As they neared the entrance to the school, Malfoy hesitantly said, “During Potions class on Monday… do you want to sit together?”

“Sure,” she said. “That’d be great.”

Just when she was about to go inside again, he cried, “Wait!”

She turned to face him and said, “What?”

“Is it okay if I call you ‘Lizzy’? I’ve heard the others call you that…” he said.

She thought hard for a moment. She finally replied (much to Malfoy’s relief), “Sure… Draco.”

They smiled at each other momentarily, then Elizabeth heard Rachel calling for her and said, “See you tomorrow then.”

Malfoy nodded and raised a single hand in farewell. Once she was out of sigh, he leaned against the wall of the castle and allowed himself to sigh happily.

--Later—

Once in the haven of their dormitory, Rachel and Hermione questioned Elizabeth about how horrible her walk with Malfoy had been. “It was actually rather enjoyable. He really just wants someone to give him a chance to change,” she told them, her eyes wide with honestly.

“Yeah, right. Now what really happened?” Hermioen snorted.

“I told you. If you don’t believe me, it’s your problem,” Elizabeth said, shrugging.

“Oh my God, she’s serious,” Rachel said. “I’d recognize that serious expression of hers anywhere.”

“I agreed to sit with him during Potions on Monday,” Elizabeth said, nodding her head.

“You cannot be serious! Friends with Malfoy?!” Hermione exclaimed.

“Oh, but I am,” Elizabeth replied quite calmly. She had expected this reaction.

“Fine,” Hermione huffed, “no one ever listens to me anyway.”

--Saturday—

The next day was Saturday, so they had the whole day to themselves. Rachel was up at seven in the morning, which was highly unusual for her. Lizzy was still dreaming away happily in her four-poster bed when Rachel started singing.

“It’s Saturday! It’s Saturday! Time to get our party on!” she sang in Lizzy’s ear.

“Shut the hell up, Rachel, I’m trying to sleep. What unnatural hour is it now?” Lizzy mumbled.

“Seven. Let’s go get breakfast!” Rachel said cheerfully.

Hermione was beginning to stir as well. “Why do you want to get up so early?” Hermione grumbled.

“Because! It’s Saturday! And besides, we don’t want to disappoint the boys, now do we?” Rachel replied.

Lizzy was now sitting up in her bed, although she looked as if she could fall asleep again at nay moment. “In other words, she wants to see Ron,” Lizzy explained.

Hermione laughed groggily as Rachel picked up her pillow and flung it at Lizzy, “Don’t be grumpy just because the boy you like isn’t in the same House. I won’t let you ruim my good mood today,” Rachel said in a singsong voice.

“Is she always like this?” Hermione asked Lizzy.

Nodding, Lizzy said, “Yeah, pretty much. In America, she would crash after eating a lunch of six Big Macs, proving that girls could be better than boys in almost anything, including eating.”

“I know. Why don’t we go swimming after breakfast?” Hermione suggested.

“Swimming! That’s a great idea!” Rachel sang happily.

“Don’t encourage her,” Lizzy groaned.

“Damn!” Rachel said. “I forgot that I didn’t bring a bathing suit here. Oh, well. I guess I’ll just have to swim in my bikini cuts and a sports bra,” she said.

A look of horror came upon Hermione’s face. “Is she serious?”

Elizabeth nodded and said, “Welcome to my world.” Laughing softly, Lizzy said, “Watch this. I’m about to get back at Rachel for waking me up early.” Giggling, she levitated Rachel’s bra off and sent it soaring.

--Meanwhile—

The boys were chatting in the dormitory when they say the white bra soar into the room. “What the hell is that?” Dean asked softly.

They suddenly heard two people, with distinctly female voices, running into their dorm. Lizzy burst in first, shouting frantically, “Close the door! Close the door!”

Rachel followed a few seconds later, screaming, “Lizzy, I’m going to kill you! I’m going t-“ She stopped short, seeing the boys staring at her with a regular bra on and bikini cuts. “So,” she said conversationally, “you want to go swimming wit us?”

The boys heartily agreed, causing Lizzy to laugh hysterically. Rachel took the opportunity to grab her bra. “Don’t think I’ll forget this, ‘cause… I won’t,” she said to Lizzy, attempting to be intimidating.

Lizzy laughed. “Yeah, whatever.”

--Later—

Half an hour later, they were down by the lake. Draco was about fifty yards away, leaning against a strong willow three. He was watching Lizzy laugh as Harry dunked her under the water. When she came up, she hit Harry playfully on the arm and they both laughed. He didn’t like to admit it, but he was jealous of Potter. He got to spend a lot of time with Lizzy just playing around, which was a luxury Draco didn’t enjoy.

Rachel spotted Draco and climbed out of the lake, hading over to him. “Staring at Lizzy, are we?” she said, sitting down next to him.

“Perhaps. Is there a problem?” he asked.

“Let’s just get something straight,” Rachel said dangerously. “If you hurt her in any way, shape, or form, you’ll be having Madam Pomfrey as your roommate for at least a month. Understood?”

“Oh, getting violent, are we?” Draco said.

“Oooh, honey, you better believe it,” said Rachel. He merely looked at her, a confused look on his face. “It’s a saying in America. I just means, ‘Hell, yes,’” she explained.

“Oh,” he said, an amused expression on his face.

Dean chose this moment to approach Rachel. “Hey. Could I, um, talk to your for a second?” he asked.

“Sure,” she chirped, standing. They walked a short distance away from Draco.

“I was, um, wondering if you would like to go to Hogsmeade with me next weekend?” he asked.

“Um… okay,” she said, glancing at Draco, wishing he would go away.

“Great,” he said happily, “see you then. He dove back into the lake.

“What was that all about?” I though you liked Weasley,” Draco said, when she resumed her seat next to him.

“His name is Ron. And I do. But I don’t know if he likes me for me or for my body, like so many do,” she replied.

“Conceited, are we?” Draco said, cracking a grin.

“No, but I’ve been on plenty of dates where all the guy wanted to do was make out,” she said. He looked at her, confused, for a second time. “Oh, I mean snog,” she corrected herself, “and besides. Ron didn’t ask, and Dean did. Asking really does help if you want ot get a date.”

“I’m lost,” Draco said.

Realization hit Rachel. “Do you realize that we just had a civil conversation?” she asked.

Draco replied, “Yes, but let’s keep that between us.”

“My pleasure. And why don’t we keep the bit about me sending you to Madam Pomfrey just ‘between us’, too,” she added, and he nodded in agreement. She jumped back into the lake an inadvertently splashed Ron in the process.

Draco walked over and sat on the edge of the bank of the lake. Lizzy saw him and swam over. “What’s up/” she asked. He raised his eyebrow at her in reply. “That’s an American saying. It means ‘Hey, how are you?’”

“Oh. I’m fine, then,” he said.

Rachel chose that moment to swim up to them and said, “Hey, sorry, to butt in, but, Lizzy, could I talk to you for a minute?”

Lizzy nodded and turned to Draco, saying, “I’ll be right back.” His steely gray eyes watched her as she and Rachel swam a little away from him to get some privacy. “What is it?”

“Dean just asked me,” Rachel told her.

“Wow,” Lizzy whistled, her eyebrows raised. “You said ‘no’, right?”

Rachel grinned sheepishly. “Not exactly.”

“What?” Lizzy said incredulously. “But you like Ron!”

“I know. But Dean asked me. Besides, it can’t hurt, can it?” she said. Lizzy only looked at her. Throwing her arms up in the air, Rachel cried, “Help me, Lizzy!”

“Okay, okay, I’ll help,” she finally consented. “As long as you find out if Draco likes me.”

“Sure. Love ya,” Rachel said as she swam off.

“Yeah, you better,” Lizzy muttered under her breath. She swam back to the bank where Draco was sitting. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay,” he said, “Girl stuff, right?”

She nodded and said, “So, you going to Hogsmeade with someone next week?” she asked.

He was startled by her initiative, and he didn’t know what made him do it, but lied and said, “Um, yes. I’m going with someone… else.”

“Oh. Okay. See you around,” she said, and swam off, feeling slightly disappointed.

He sighed. Would he ever get this right?

--Meanwhile—

While Lizzy and Draco where chatting, Rachel found the spot where Lizzy had left her clothes in a messy pile. She banished them a remote part of the Forbidden Forest. She then laughed maniacally.

“Uh, Rachel?” said Ron, who had been behind her the whole time she was laughing.

“Oh, Ron. I’m just getting back at Lizzy for levitating my bra. Don’ you worry your little red head about it,” she said, ruffling his hair before swimming off.

“Why would you want to get back at her?” he muttered. Harry had snuck up on him and heard his last comment.

“Mate,” he said, “she kind of embarrassed her.”

“Yeah, but-“ Ron protested.

Realizing what his friend was thinking, Harry wrinkled his nose, and said, “Oh. Ew. Keep those kinds of thoughts to yourself, mate.” He then swam off before Ron could share any more perverted thoughts.

--Later—

Ten minutes later, they were all back in the Great Hall, except for Lizzy, who was searching for her clothes. Rachel headed over to the Slytherin table and located Crabbe and Goyle. “Where’s Malfoy?” she asked. Neither responded. Biting her lip in an effort to stifle her laughter, she said, “Okay then. Just tell him-“

A voice behind her cut her off. “Tell me what, Austen?” the voice said. Draco Malfoy was standing behind her.

“Malfoy, just the man I’ve been looking for. I’ve just been talking to your lovelye friends here,” she said, indicating Crabbe (who hadn’t stopped drooling yet) and Goyle (who had not taken his eyes off of Rachel’s chest).

Draco sat down next to her and asked, “What did you want to tell me?”

She was about to answer, but Lizzy chose that moment to enter the Great Hall, wearing nothing but her bikini. Rachel noticed how Draco couldn’t take his eyes off of Lizzy as she muttered, “Gotta go.”

“RACHEL AUSTEN, I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!” Lizzy yelled, shaking some goblets on the tables.

“I was just getting back at you,” Rachel pointed out.

“YEAH, BUT WERE YOU REALLY EMBARRASSED?!” Lizzy raged.

“Yes!” Rachel replied angrily.

“OH, REALLY? I THOUGHT YOU RATHER ENJOYED IT!” Lizzy stormed.

Rachel ran up the aisle and ran behind the High Table, hiding behind Dumbledore. “Dumbledore, stop her, please! She’s going to kill me!” she pleaded, grabbing his houlders.

Dumbledore had a familiar twinkle in his eye as he said, “Girls will be girls.”

Lizzy ran behind the High Table, trying to catch Rachel, but Rachel took off and rand down the middle aisle and into Snape, getting him soaking wet. Lizzy caught up quickly, but stopped short when she saw Snape. “That’s a good look for you, Professor,” she said.

He snarled. Rachel hid behind him, grabbing his arm, and brandishing it like a sword. “I’ve to a weapon,” she warned Lizzy.

“You’re going to need a lot more weapons if you don’t ell me where my clothes are, Rachel Asuten!” Lizzy said.

“Okay, but you’re not going to be happy,” Rachel told her.

“Just tell me!” Lizzy snarled.

“They’re in the Forbidden Forest ,” she said.

“RACHEL AUSTEN! YOU LITTLE CONNIVING BASTRESS!” she yelled.

“You board!” Rachel screamed.

“Board? What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Lizzy asked in a growl.

“It means you’re flat as a board and easy to nail,” Rachel told her smugly.

“WHY YOU LITTLE, DESPERAPTE-“ Lizzy started.

“DESPERATE? ME? YOU’RE THE ONE WHO LIKES M-“ Raychel yelled.

“Okay!” said Dumbledore cheerfully, standing up. “Accio Elizabeth’s clothing!”

Her clothes came soaring in, in about the same condition.

“You want to get lunch?” Lizzy asked Rachel good-naturedly.

“Sure,” she agreed. They walked to the table arm in arm. The entire Great Hall looked up at Dumbledore, as if expecting an explanation.

Shrugging, he repeated, “Girls will be girls.”