A/N: OK, So this is my first Harry Potter fiction on this site that I'm actually proud of - there was one ghastly attempt when I was younger, but that was deleted.
I didn't manage to get a full summary so I'll just say a few things:
- The only warning I would really give would be violence and mild scenes of a sexual nature.
- There might also be some strong language at the end, but that's debatable.
- The main ships are Draco/Astoria and Seamus/OC. However, there will be others.
The dark didn't seem to stop her strides as she stalked up the stairs of the Gryffindor tower, every fibre of her being quivering with pure exhilaration. She had never been given so much responsibility before — especially not with such assurance from her superiors. Her lips were pursed with determination that made all her features lose the girlish appearance that her seemingly less-than-attractive face had burdened her with. She had always been taunted about how she had been treated like an ill-abused dog — so happy, yet so displeasing.
When she had finally reached the top, she grinned and moved back into the shadows, trying to slink away like a cat. Her eyes squinted in wait for some kind of signal from the others. It was due any time now, unless this was turning into some kind of cruel trick. No, Draco would never do a thing like that to her — again.
Finally, she saw a figure in the darkness and confidently gave a curt nod, before stuffing her knuckle into her mouth to stop her squealing with the excitement of it all. The figure swept around and nodded himself to someone, whom she assumed had followed him to the meeting place. The message had been past; the coast was clear.
Or so they thought.
'I can hear them,' said Ginny, her ear pressed against the portrait hole. 'Well, sort of. I can hear this muffled... squawking sound... I believe she's part of your year.'
'Pansy,' murmured Seamus with disdain, 'yes, I think she's in ours.' How could he merely think? This was now the seventh year that he was being forced to endure that wretch.
'Let's get her now!' said Neville excitedly.
Seamus and Ginny both looked at Neville before rolling their eyes and returning to their original post. Neville had been waiting for a long time to finally get something done about Pansy Parkinson and the other Slytherins, all under the rule of the infamous Draco Malfoy. And Neville wasn't the only one. When the offer was given to the others students, the prospect of it made most of the Gryffindor house volunteer to be apart of it, and those who didn't were willing to help prepare and let the chips fall where they may.
'I think they're doing something,' said Ginny hurriedly. 'They're moving, all right. I think — yes — they're coming closer!'
'Into position,' whispered Seamus sharply, and all of the others began running around the room, some leaving the dormitories, while others entered. Seamus grinned to himself, secretly loving the power that he apparently had over everyone there at the time — even though it was actually Neville's idea to set up this ambush. It was probably Neville's best idea ever, giving them the idea that tonight was the best night to strike.
And the first bang could be heard.
One of the first-years gave a loud, grunting sound, and the illusion of disturbed slumber had been complete. Nobody listening in — especially considering the intelligence of the people they were dealing with was minimal — could have questioned the idea that the element of surprise was not in the Gryffindors' favour.
'Wait,' said one of the Slytherins. Her voice was feminine and delicate, and rather soothing. Seamus shook his head, noting to himself that now was not the best time to consider the attractiveness of her voice.
The next voice was clearly Pansy's. 'What is it?' Neville could almost hear her nostrils flaring.
'Are you sure they have no clue? It all seems a little perfect, doesn't it? Them boasting about the early night. It's as if they were inviting it. Can't we wait until tomorrow?'
'Of course I'm sure. I would have noticed if they suspected us!'
'Well done,' muttered Ginny, 'you know the word "suspected".' This was followed by silent giggles.
Pansy's harsh whispers took the girl back a little. 'I just meant-'
'Do shut up, Astoria,' said another female voice. Was this a complete female invasion?
This silenced the other, slightly more wise, girl and so the tension began to build again. Muttering, what everyone assumed to be the password and the door flew open, rebounding against the wall.
There were around ten — so far as Seamus could make out. The first few to enter were men, who seemed to not want to survey their surroundings at all. This was their first mistake, and the Gryffindors' advantage. As long as they didn't immediately know they were there, they should be fine.
Next were a couple of women. One was Pansy and the other, Daphne Greengrass. There was something about the two which was more threatening than the overconfident men, who were now finding it amusing to knock over the various items of furniture in the room. However, there was a certain amount of excitement behind the event that must have clouded their vision, as they didn't look too far into the dark.
Then there were another two girls. They both seemed younger than the others — perhaps they were only fifth-years? One of them had the remarkable resemblance of Daphne, having her same dark and distinguished features. Nevertheless, she was much more attractive, her face being more fresh with full lips and bright eyes. The same couldn't really be said for her friend, whose blonde hair was in a slick ponytail. There was nothing that could really be said for her face, because it was more hidden from the dark than her friend.
'Let's just light up the place,' said Pansy impatiently.
'No,' said one of the men, whom Seamus couldn't recognise. 'It's best if we get them in the dark. I don't want any light sleepers being the least bit alerted.
'We'll take the girls, then?' asked Daphne calmly.
'Yes,' said the man, 'but remember to just take what we have to. I don't want any suspicions.'
'So who are we after?'
'From here? Just Weasley, at the moment.'
A smirk appeared on Pansy's face. 'The blood traitor.'
Daphne turned towards the two younger girls. 'You two wait here. You'll probably find some intricate way to screw up. Perhaps not you, Leela, but I know that Astoria is hardly intelligent. Sometimes I find it hard to believe that she's my own flesh and blood.'
Leela looked towards Astoria sympathetically, but Astoria merely shrugged it off, saying satirically, 'Obviously my sister knows best. We'll stay.' Her eyes then moved immediately towards where Seamus was standing and she smirked; she knew.
'Let's move.'
Astoria waited for all the other Slytherins to move towards the dormitories before she turned to Seamus again and said, 'I'm curious. What's waiting for them?'
'No one.'
'So everyone willing to attack is surrounding me, then?'
'I wouldn't sound so casual,' said Leela, squinting her eyes. 'There has to be around... I'm too tired to count.'
Astoria smirked. 'Funny, I thought it was just that you can't count.'
Leela slapped her lightly on the arm and they both chuckled softly. Astoria then said, more severely, 'So, you think I should run for it?'
'What about the others? Your sister?' asked Ginny sternly.
'Oh, that takes too much thinking to alert the others.' Astoria and Leela turned and began to walk away before she slyly added, 'And I'm hardly intelligent, after all. All the best.'
The two of them scurried out, both gossiping amongst themselves. Halting at the door, Astoria faced Seamus for the final time that evening and said, 'If you ever meet Harry, send him my best. I think it would be rather dull if he ruled, don't you?'
The two left and Ginny asked, with completely disbelief, 'Who are they?'
Laughing to himself, Seamus replied, 'They have the best either the best or the worst Slytherins I have ever met.
A/N: So, I hope that you enjoyed it! It's not really the typical story - though this site may be different. Feel free to review... in fact, please R&R.
All the best x
