Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor do I own the Movie Quote's I got as a challenge from Sinistra Black

I'm making this into a 3-Shot, one quote per chapter and each chapter will be entitled with the number the quote was.

Have a try guessing what the quote is and what movie it's from, and let me know what you think of the story too =)

Part One: 98

All alone in the dark emerald clad room, two boys sat on velvet armchairs situated by the only warmth that radiated throughout the entire dungeon; the fireplace. It was a crisp winter's night and everyone else had left for the holidays leaving very few behind. The fire was now beginning to die into amber embers, and the boys were deep in conversation about different things. They spoke of their families, their interests. From the way they talked you would guess they were brothers, but from the contrast of skin, hair and eye colour you knew they weren't.

Draco Malfoy was the Slytherin Prince. He was pale in complexion; his skin lighter than that of the muggle fairy tale princess Snow White. His hair a pure blood, one that would make you think that there was a veela somewhere in the boy's heritage. His eyes a startling blue grey that easily depicted his every emotion, even as his face lay set as stone. His companion in the other armchair a Blaise Zabini, another Slytherin in his year and his only true friend at the dump that was Hogwarts.

Blaise Zabini was a quiet Slytherin. He wasn't like the other when they talked down the other houses. He remained quiet and calculating and using everything he heard to his own advantage, it was the trait that had made him a Slytherin. Blaise was a complete contrast to the outspoken Malfoy heir, his own skin was dark, his eyes a deep calculating brown that could see behind any mask of the face and his hair a short trimmed black; neat. His mother did like it neat for when he met a new stepfather and recently his mother had taken on husband number seven. It was something which he had been discussing with Draco the day before at great length.

"So how are you and Pansy getting on?" Blaise asked slyly his voice amused. The dark haired boy knew exactly how to press the blonde's buttons. Pans Parkinson was a sore spot topic but it was in Blaise's Slytherin nature to be nosey about whatever he wanted to know and always, always get what he wanted. There was no doubt in the boys mind that Draco wouldn't tell him what he wanted to know, he was getting the information one way, or another. It was inevitable and as he sipped his pumpkin juice, a raised eyebrow from Draco told him he'd get the information that he wanted.

Draco took a deep sigh and swirled his drink around his goblet. He supposed that Blaise would find everything out sooner or later, it was probably best the boy heard it from his own lips. "We're not talking. We were having some late night fun, if you catch my drift, and I accidently said another girl's name. Pansy freaked, slapped me and then hexed me. It took Madam Pomfrey two days to get rid of the boils."

"Draco? You seriously said another girl's name? Ooh, that must have stung for Pansy. She definitely likes to think her name is the only one guys would like to call out." Blaise grinned. It was a surprise that Pansy had taken it so badly. It was the cup calling goblet black. He couldn't remember how many times he had been with Pansy and she had called out so many different names. Draco, Theo, Marcus, even strangely enough… Harry! That one had rather freaked Blaise out, the idea Pansy had been with Potter. He had never touched Pansy again after that one. Other Slytherin's he could understand, the Boy-Who-Lived, it was just plain wrong.

"It really happened I'm afraid. Yeah, Pansy would like to think she is the only one servicing the guys of Hogwarts." Draco gave a small bitterly amused laugh. Pansy wasn't all that, she was a lousy lay, that the males of the school only went to because she was easy. He like Blaise had heard her call out many names in her passion; he however never brought it up. Why ruin a good thing? He could continue using the girl until he was ready to commit to another girl. Well, he had truly gone and ruined that the night before the holidays had begun. He had been trying to erase that night from his memory, but apparently his best friend wasn't going to allow him that luxury.

Blaise just nodded understandingly. He had been rather happy since he had found his girlfriend. She wasn't what one might imagine but she was pretty and smart, and one hell of a powerful witch when angry. He wanted the blonde Slytherin before him to find such a connection but it was proving most difficult. His friend was more interested in fooling around with a girl than making a serious connection. He wondered if in some small way the Malfoy heir had a small think for Pansy Parkinson. It wouldn't be something that was completely unexpected, the two had been fooling around since they were old enough to find out what fooling around was. "So who was the girl that's name you said?"

It was the a million pound question. Draco shifted nervously in his seat. He wasn't sure how his friend would take that information. It was extremely delicate and in the wrong hands it would mean his death most likely. He gulped slightly and downed the rest of his juice before pausing to think how best to word what he was about to say. He knew his friend wasn't a fan of the sort of thing he was about to admit to. Taking another deep sigh he looked up. "For the last month, all I can think about it this girl. About how gorgeous she is and all the things I want to do to her in an empty classroom. The problem is that she won't even look in my direction…"

"She won't? That is strange; what girl wouldn't want you; well except maybe that Mudblood Granger." Blaise frowned as he tried to think, then faster than you could say Lumos, the wand tip lit up and his face contorted into stunned confusion. "It is Granger? You've been. You've been fantasising about Granger? Are you mad? Do you want your parents to kill you?"

Draco groaned rubbing his hand's against his eyes. "I know! I know, ok? It's horrible, I'm disgusted with myself! You don't need to tell me how wrong this is!"

"I'm not saying it's wrong…" Blaise raised an eyebrow. He knew he'd have to give up his secret now. It had only been a matter of time, but that didn't mean he would give it up without Draco questioning why it wasn't wrong, which he suspected the Slytherin would ask. He just rolled his eyes subtly.

"Wait? You're not?"

"No, I've given up social and blood prejudice Draco. It was holding me back. I'm actually dating Ginny from Gryffindor now." Blaise placed his goblet on the table and leaned forward towards Draco in his seat. He ran his hand over his short hair waiting for Draco's response and he had to say he wasn't disappointed in his assumption of what was to follow.

Draco's eyes widened as far as they could go. "You mean the Weasley girl?"

"Yes Draco. The Weasley girl, I really like her. We've been dating since Halloween. Now how to we deal with your new found fondness for all things Know-It-All?"

Now it was Draco's turn to sigh. This seemed impossible. Of course he wanted to confront the girl. Make her his whether she liked it or not, he figured she'd like a man that was as smart as her and someone who was more dominating than herself. Weasley and Potter were wimps. "I want her Blaise. More than I've wanted any girl. I want her so bad I'd hurt her friends until she agreed. Don't worry I won't do that. I'm not my father. I can only hope that she wants me as much as I want her."

Blaise stood up and walked across to his friend and placed a hand on Draco's shoulder. "Let me tell you something my friend. Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane."

Blaise knew Draco couldn't hope. He had to take.

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Part Two will be entitled 07, and Part Three will be called 81. Please remember review will make me write quicker ;)

Thank you Sinistra Black for a great challenge idea!

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