"Come now, Draco! Would you hurry up already?" the voice whispered quickly, tugging at his robes. Draco Malfoy sneered and snatched away his robes, his hands smoothing them out.
His wand was dimly lit by the Lumos charm just to see what he was doing. "What is so important that you had to wake me up at three in the morning and drag me to this bloody room?"
The girl snickered, shutting the door behind her. They shuffled towards what appeared to be another door. Draco couldn't be sure. It was twice as tall as he was, and it was sheathed beneath a blanket.
"What is it, Parkinson?" he seethed, reluctantly following after her.
Pansy reached towards the fabric and pulled down on it, revealing a mirror. At the top, Draco could make out what it said, The Mirror of Erised. He'd read about it, vaguely remembering what it did. It was suppose to show you what you desired more than anything else.
Pansy's sigh interrupted his thoughts. "This?" He asked incredulously. "You woke me up for this?"
The Slytherin girl nodded her head, meeting his gaze. "It's the Mirror of Erised. It's suppo-"
"I know what it does," he interjected rather harshly.
Pansy's chin then jutted out, pride overtaking her features. "Well, if you know what it does, then why be such a prat about it?"
"Why bring me here now?" he answered with a question instead.
"Students aren't allowed in here. I found it by accident. I thought you'd be interested in what it shows you." Her tone was as if it were obvious as to why she brought him here and he rolled his eyes.
She stepped in front of the mirror and her eyes became glazed, her shoulders slouching as she stood in awe at what she saw.
"Well? What do you see?" he demanded.
"I see you," she whispered dreamily.
Draco shook his head. "Come off it, Parkinson. Let me have a go."
She hesitantly moved from in front of the mirror and stalked towards a wall, leaning against it. Draco scoffed and walked towards the mirror, and what it showed him startled him.
The Granger girl was suddenly beside him, a warm smile on her face as her hand was intertwined with his. He saw himself, too. The Malfoy trademark sneer was wiped clear off his face, and instead, lived a genuine grin on his features. The Erised Granger laughed at something he said and pressed her lips to his cheek, and just as the Draco in the mirror was going to respond to her-
"What do you see?" Pansy's voice invaded his thoughts and he blinked.
The vision temporarily disappearing from his memory, and anger flowed through his veins.
"It's a fake," he said icily, offering no further explanation, and he spun around, his robes swishing with his movements and trudged towards the door.
"Draco—"Pansy began.
"Go to your room, Parkinson. The discussion's over." He peered out in the hallway and continued when the coast was clear. Every step he took was fueled by his anger, his disgust. How dare that bloody mirror associate him—a pureblood—with a filthy mudblood!
Okay, I'm overly terrified of what people will think, but I wrote this randomly. And I might do more, but only if I get feedback. So reviews are more than welcomed. :3
Thanks~
-madmanmordo
