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Draco had been sitting in the common room, as usual scanning the room for what stupid idiot hadn't learned yet that anything you had left in the Slytherin common room, or anywhere for that matter, would become Draco's.
"Ah, here we go what's this? A key, hum, I wonder what it's for?" said Draco pocketing it, "Oh well, it's mine now. Crabbe, Goyle, you seen Parkinson lately?"
"No, not since supper why," replied Crabbe.
Since they were children Draco had always called Pansy Parkinson, "Parkinson" it had been that way since they were almost seven, considering their parents had been friends since before they were born.
"No reason, I just, just wanted to know, alright?" Draco had felt slightly uncomfortable, he was now somewhat concerned, he hadn't seen Pansy either, it was about the sixth or seventh time this week she had utterly disappeared for about 2 or three hours after supper.
MiIlicent Bulstrode had just walked into the common room, "I know where she is," Millicent had said this in such a smart alike tone that even Draco had been seriously irritated. Not wanting anyone, especially Millicent, to find out that he, hater of everything, had maybe some concern for the great disappearing acts of Pansy.
For the first time in nearly eight years he hadn't thought of her as Parkinson, but Pansy.
Draco had been sitting in the common room, as usual scanning the room for what stupid idiot hadn't learned yet that anything you had left in the Slytherin common room, or anywhere for that matter, would become Draco's.
"Ah, here we go what's this? A key, hum, I wonder what it's for?" said Draco pocketing it, "Oh well, it's mine now. Crabbe, Goyle, you seen Parkinson lately?"
"No, not since supper why," replied Crabbe.
Since they were children Draco had always called Pansy Parkinson, "Parkinson" it had been that way since they were almost seven, considering their parents had been friends since before they were born.
"No reason, I just, just wanted to know, alright?" Draco had felt slightly uncomfortable, he was now somewhat concerned, he hadn't seen Pansy either, it was about the sixth or seventh time this week she had utterly disappeared for about 2 or three hours after supper.
MiIlicent Bulstrode had just walked into the common room, "I know where she is," Millicent had said this in such a smart alike tone that even Draco had been seriously irritated. Not wanting anyone, especially Millicent, to find out that he, hater of everything, had maybe some concern for the great disappearing acts of Pansy.
For the first time in nearly eight years he hadn't thought of her as Parkinson, but Pansy.