Purse Raiders

"Next," drawled Draco as he sent away yet another poor girl pathetically in love with him running to her dorm.

"Hi," said different girl breathlessly. "I'm Anna Nicole-"

"NEXT!"

"Hey Draco," called his best mate, Blaise. "Look what I found!" Draco waved his hand, dismissing the line of girls to look at whatever nonsense Blaise had found.

It was a purse. Not an expensive one, but not a raggedy torn one either. It was beige corduroy with buckles on the pockets and on the strap.

"Where was it?" asked Draco curiously.

"The Great Hall," said Blaise shortly, unzipping the purse and peering inside. "Just lying around."

"Don't look inside," said Draco. "Just think about this girl's privacy."

"Perfume!"

"Let me see!" Blaise sprayed it and they both sniffed it cautiously. It was a subtle, exotic flowery smell; nothing like the fruity rubbish the Slytherin girls sprayed all over themselves. They looked at the bottle. It was labeled Passion.

"That is sexy," murmured Blaise. Draco nodded in agreement. He took a small tube out next. It was golden-brownish color that was slightly crimson and it was labeled Cinnamon.

"Lipstick," said Draco. He turned the tube around in his fingers to fully study the color, and then put it back in the purse. "Not bad." Blaise put his hand in the purse to bring out the next object for observation.

He pulled out a little schedule book. The ones that Hogwarts gave out to every student for their classes and whatever else the students have planned. Whoever this mystery girl was had been a fifth year, which meant she was a year younger than both Draco and Blaise.

"Let's see what she's got planned," mumbled Blaise as he went through the pages. His eyebrows rose. "Impressive, this fifth year girl is taking A.P. Potions, she won't have to take any Potions class next year, and uh, Transfiguration Three, Advanced Charms, Advanced D.A.D.A, A.P. Arithmancy, whoa, she's taking C.C.!" Draco's head snapped up.

"C.C."

"Yes."

"As in Complex Curses?"

"Yeah, this girl's a bloody genius! Only seventh years can take that course, and even then you have to be smart! Maybe it's Granger..."

"Nah, this girl's a fifth year, Mudblood's in sixth with us, Blaise."

"Oh, right."

"What else is in there?"

"A book," said Blaise. He peered inside. "It's a diary!"

"Let me read!" squealed Draco.

"God I hate the bloody fantastic Trio, especially Harry Potter. Hmm. Good strong beginning," began Draco. "Hermione was copying of off my homework again. And everyone thinks she's the smart one. I can't believe her. She's completely in love with Ron, but she shags everyone else instead. Whoa, Granger's a slut? And Ron's even worse! I found him jerking off to her picture in the Shrieking Shack.

" I guess Harry's gotten over Cho, because now he's hitting on me! Disgusting, simply disgusting. But it's the funniest thing when he tries to flirt with me, he tries to make his voice sexy and all, but he sounds like a frog who's been kicked in the hoo-ha. I think Finnegan has been giving him advice.

"I hate how he always feels sorry for himself and how he wants everyone else to, too. He always brings up his stupid parents and his stupid scar and how much he hates his stupid life. I know I should be more sympathetic, but I hear him whine every single solitary day! AND he always bends over like he's in pain and clutches his scar at least five times and day. And You-Know-Who's already dead!

"I should probably be more sympathetic, but it gets old when he does so often for attention. What happened? He used to avoid attention now he's just begging for it. He used to be humble! He thinks that just because he's the fricking Boy Who Lived, he has dibs on every girl in the school! I hate him! I hate him! I hate him! P.S. it's that time of the month, I need to stock up on-TOO MUCH INFORMATION!" Draco yelped and slammed the book shut and looked at Blaise.

"Any idea who it is?" Blaise asked.

"No," said Draco over-dramatically holding his hand over his heart. "But I think I'm in love." Blaise grinned at him. They both laughed. Blaise pulled out a small piece of paper. "What's that?" Draco asked.

"Progress report, bloody hell, she's got straight O's in everything!" Blaise's eyes widened as he kept reading down. "Even Snape put in a good word!"

"She's probably a Slytherin, is her name on there?"

"No, the ink is smeared, hey, a wallet!" said Blaise excitedly, pilling out a black denim wallet from inside the purse.

"Any I.D.?"

"Nah, but she's got a paycheck, she works!"

"Where does she work?"

Blaise scanned the check for a name. "With Madam Pomfrey, she probably volunteers as a Junior Healer and gets paid." Draco shrugged.

They found a couple of others things, such as mascara, a compact mirror and some eye shadow, nothing as personal as the diary. Draco and Blaise kept hurting themselves with a contraption known as the "Eyelash Curler."

Draco gasped.

"What?" asked Blaise.

"Candy!"

"Lemme see! Aw, yuck, Ice Mice..."

"What do you mean 'yuck?' Ice Mice are the best!" said Draco, looking offended.

"No one eats that other than you, Drake," said Blaise, eyeing the candy as if he was going to throw up. Ice Mice were chocolate-shaped mice with minty ice crystals that make your teeth chatter. Draco stuck out his tongue and started eating the candies with a goofy grin on his face whenever his teeth chattered. "Drake, those aren't even yours."

"So?" said Draco adamantly, sounding rather child-like. "And don't call me Drake, unless you want me to call you Blazvairthy," retorted Draco referring to Blaise's full name. He blushed.

"Fine, let's see what else is in here." He pulled out a drawing pad. He and Draco flipped through the pages. The drawings were very impressive, some were oil-painted, water-colored, some were drawn with colored pencil, but most were drawn with plain lead pencil, which were the most impressive. They were very simple, but very beautiful. There was one picture of a tiger in just plain pencil next to a pond with a curtain of ivy surrounding him. And another with a unicorn standing on an ice lake.

"Isn't there anything this girl can't do?" murmured Blaise softly.

"I don't know," whispered Draco in the same hushed tone.

"Let's what else is in here," said Blaise, his hand was moving around in the purse, trying to feel for something else. His hand stopped moving and he grinned.

"What? What did you find?" snapped Draco. "Show me!" Blaise's grin grew as he slowly pulled the next item from the bag.

It was a bra.

A thin, black, lacy one.

Draco grinned back, they both laughed like two adolescent boys who just found their fathers' secret stash of porn. "What size is it?" Draco asked cautiously, as if it would vanish if he spoke any louder. Blaise turned it around in his hands.

"Thirty-four..." His grin grew even wider. "C." Draco covered his mouth; his was mouth an O of delight. "Why would she have it in her purse?"

"I don't know," answered Draco slowly. "But that might mean she's not wearing one now!" They mouth covered their mouths in silent giggles as they pounded their feet on the floor. Everyone was looking at them. But they didn't notice. Once their giggles subsided, Blaise spoke.

"Perfect, right?" Draco nodded, obviously agreeing with him.

"THAT'S MINE!" shrieked a female voice as Ginny Weasley stormed towards them, her face was as red as her red curls falling around her face. She stomped right up to them and quickly shoved everything back in her purse. Her eyes blazed when she found her bra in Blaise's hand, she snatched it away, blushing furiously and she marched off.

Blaise and Draco gaped at each other. "No way..." they said slowly. "Weaslette?" Draco asked unbelievingly. They looked after her again.

"Yeah," they said, finally believing everything -including the bra- belonged to her.

"SHE'S MINE!"