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The Note

Chapter 1

Later that night, Pansy had followed Blaise and Daphne from the Great hall back to the common room. Stretching out over the length of a black couch, Pansy settled her head in against an armrest, while she and Daphne talked. Pansy was zooming in and out of the conversation for several minutes, her eyes wandering over the wall and over the portrait of a young girl.

The portrait was perched along the south wall, just above an alcove near the passage way leading in and out of the common room. The frame was embedded with small glittering emeralds, bring out the green of the young girls eyes. Pansy knew of course who she was, someone girl who was related to Salazar Slytherin, most likely she was a cousin or granddaughter. But Pansy had always taken a liking to staring at the portrait while she was thinking, the girl reminded her much of herself; dressed in silk robes, her dark hair pulled into a elegant knot, and her eye's seemed to be always wondering. Something Pansy was known for. Pansy almost dreamed that one day a elegant portrait would placed along the walls of the Slytherin Common room of her, for all to see.

Pansy was pulled out of her sudden daydream once again, by a high pitch giggling. Turning her head over to the side, she watched as Daphne laughed. What was so funny was beyond Pansy though, she hadn't been listening to a word she had spoken. She couldn't even remember what they were talking about. Giving a small smirk, she sat up in the couch, folding her arms in her lap.

"So your going with Draco?" Daphne asked in a hushed tone so no one around them would hear. Pansy just shrugged her shoulders to the blonde haired girl. "Well you don't seem very excited."

Pansy gave a small chuckle. "Why should I be? It's only Draco? And it's not like I had much say in the matter." She nodded.

"Parkinson I want to talk to you." She remembered Draco saying after his potions class when they were walking to the Great Hall.

Pansy at the time was surrounded by her normal group of friends, consisting of Daphne Greengrass, Tracey Davis, Adeline Perch, and a couple of other girls she honestly could care less about, Millicent had been off with Vaisely at the time. "Fine, I'm here." She retorted, flipping her ebony hair her shoulder. Daphne and the others all gave made giggles.

"Alone." He hissed.

Pansy rolled her eyes at him and waved her hands to the girls, motioning for them to leave. "There happy?"

Draco nodded and smirked. "Much," He reached in his pocket, pulling his wand out of his robe as he lead her to a stone wall in the dungeon. "I don't see why you have to drag them along everywhere you go to begin with."

"Why do have to have those to trolls everywhere you go?" She snapped in a childish tone.

"That's different Parkinson. If that were any of your concern, then I would tell you. But as it isn't…" His voice trailed off.

Pansy gave him a stern look, her lips forming into a scowl. "Well, the same goes to you." She replied in a aristocratic tone, fluffing her hair up in a odd way her mother did often when stern with Pansy.

Draco stopped dead in his tracks, turning back to her, a broad, sly smirk tugging in the corner of his lips. Grabbing her small wrist, he pulled her closer; Pansy gave a sudden yelp, knowing that his grip was going to leave a mark on her wrist. "No Pansy. That's were your wrong luv…" He whispered, his lips merely inches from her ear, he inclined his head closer, just so his soft lips were resting against her earlobes as he spoke, " Everything about you is my concern."

Pansy felt the spot on her neck where his breath touch, grow hot, spending a small shiver down her spine. She could do two things, 1. She could smack him hard across the face, or 2. She could lean over and kiss him. Pansy knew that kissing him was what he expected; instead she jerked her wrist away from him and reached up and pushed him aside. "Trying to seduce me know are you Malfoy?"

Draco gave a harsh laugh. "And it worked too," He scoffed, reaching up to brush away hair from her face.

Pansy felt her porcelain skin grown hot from his touch. She wanted to slap him. How was he doing this to her? Pushing his hand away and growling under her breath, she locked her eyes with his, the silver staring back at her. For the first time she noticed a slight hint of jade around his pupil, most likely a trait from his mother. They were staring at each other for several moments. Testing to see who would walk away first, blood pounding hard within each other's veins, eyes still locked. She wanted to do so something, she knew she was losing this war. And Draco could tell he was winning, a smirk starting to tug at the corner of his lips.

"I hate you." Pansy whispered finally, turning away.

Draco's smirk grew larger, his cold gray eyes darting around, almost has if he were trying to control himself from laughing. "No Pansy dear, it's the total opposite."

Pansy locked up at Daphne once again, fumbling her fingers incessantly. Smirking as she spoke, "You know how demanding Malfoy's are."

Daphne gave a small chuckle and nodded. "Now that is correct. I've never seen someone charm a person so quickly like Lucius Malfoy." Daphne's smiled slightly, her mouth slightly ajar.

Pansy almost chocked on her own breath. "Oh God Daphne! Please tell me you don't have a thing for Draco's father!"

Daphne popped from her trance and turned eight color's darker red than ever. "No! Of course not!" Pansy cold tell she was lying by the way her cheeks turned pink. But she had better things to do than to tease her about like a man who was the age of her own father, no matter how good looking and charming he may be. She would make sure to make a memo to herself to tease her later for it.

Just as Pansy went to settle back into the warm cushion's, she heard the door to the common room open, which had been going since she and Daphne had first ventured back into the dungeon, but his time, Pansy almost distinctly heard the cold, icy tone she knew was Draco, and a rather hideous laugh from behind him as they walked, that sounded just like Crabbe. Daphne gave Pansy a small cheeky grin and moved away, muttering something about her potions essay. Potions? Since when was Daphne in Potions?

"Well, look who we found," Pansy heard Draco sneer. She shifted slightly when the end of the couch began to sink in. "What are you doing down here Parkinson? Shouldn't you be off patrolling the corridors with Weaslebee?"

"No, actually, that was last night. Tonight, my dearest Draco is your night to patrol. So really, I think it's I who should be asking why you're down here." She spat back, sitting up and scooting all the way to the other side to the couch.

Draco smirked at her. Playing hard to get was a game he was familiar playing. Motioning for Crabbe and Goyle to have a seat in the armchairs close by, he stood up and began to pace the length of the couch. Pansy only ignored him by grabbing a book from the table, reading it's content thoroughly, glancing up every once in a while at the three. After what seemed an hour later, Pansy finally snapped the book shut angrily and rose from the armchair. "Are you going to go or not?" She hissed.

Draco smirked smugly. "Why should I go when I have you to do the honors?" Crabbe and Goyle both snickered behind him. Pansy narrowed her eyes at them pointedly, almost immediately they both stopped and looked away, staring at the ceiling, Goyle even started to hum a lullaby she had heard her nanny sing to her when she was an infant. "McMillan is waiting on the second corridor." He pointed out.

Pansy flushed red, swearing under her breath, for allowing him to tell her what to do once again. Why did she do everything he wanted?

Draco merely smirked smugly as he lead her back to the common room, she shuffled her feet around the floor, wanting to take as long as she could and stay as far away from him as possible.

As they made there way the empty wall, she heard Draco mutter the password and hold his hand out for her to walk in first. Pansy took the chance to flash him a fowl glare, but obeyed him. Once both Slytherin's had made there way to the fireplace, Pansy stopped and waited for him to catch up, running her fingers along the snake craved into the mantel.

"We are holding a party Parkinson, this Saturday." He implied. Pansy raised a brow at him. She knew what was coming, it wasn't the first time Draco had asked her to accompany him to something, usually more formal though. In there forth year, he had even asked her to the yull ball, which turned Millicent into a ragging beast and in there fifth year, Draco had asked her to accompany him to a ceremony held by his parents. At first Pansy always believed that his mother had put him up to it, considering how much she loathed most other girls in Hogwarts, and she was over protective for her only child. "You are going to come with me. So make sure your ready in time. I don't want to look like a foul waiting for you."

Pansy wanted to slap him, but for some reason, she held her hand back and nodded, giving him the most of a smile she muster. "And what may I ask is this 'party' for?"

"Wining the Quidditch match." He stated bluntly.

Pansy gave a small snort and smirked. "You haven't even played yet. How do you know your going to win?"

Draco frowned at her, his brows weaving together to form one blonde brow in unision. "We will win. It's Ravenclaw. Ever since Diggory's death, Chang hasn't been able to catch the snitch. We will have no problems." He retorted, still giving her a small frown.

"Fine." She gave in once again. Why couldn't she just put her foot down and say no? She knew she was better than to be pushed around by him. But she did do the same to others, but she as better than them. Sure her family was nowhere near as powerful or respected as the Malfoy's, but in honestly wasn't? She still needed to stand up for herself once in a while and just say no. She didn't even want to go to this stupid party, did she? No. No. No.

"Good. Now, I'm rather famished. Shall we?" He asked, leading the way to the entrance once again. Pansy gave a small sigh and nodded, allowing him to place his hand on the small of her back as he led the way.

"You owe me Draco Malfoy." She snapped, waltzing away from him to get her prefect badge. Draco only ignored her last comment and took her seat on the couch and began a small conversation with Crabbe and Goyle.

Once Pansy had pinned the silver and green badge to the front of her robes, she admired the way it shinned against her porcelain skin. She was divine really, with her ebony hair cascading down to her shoulders, which looked much better than when she had a short bob, that did not suit her at all, but now she looked famine, with just the right curves of a young woman, still she hadn't filled out her robes like she wished, but it was better than the boyish figure she had for so long, and much better than Millicent's grotesque figure. Oh thank you Merlin for that! Pansy told her self, smiling. Though she still had the same pug nose, but it was starting to suit her face a tad better, still she wished it was straighter. Reaching out for her skirt, Pansy heard the door creak open and a cruel laugh fill the dormitory.

"Admiring your badge Parkinson? Such a narcissism thing to do." He sneered. Pansy turned, almost to fast, around, her face burning with rage. "Though I must add the color does suit your knickers quite well." He pointed out, his eyes grazing over the light silk knickers she was wearing.

Pansy gasp, grabbing the nearest pillow from her four-poster bed and chucked it at him. "GET OUT! OUT DRACO MALFOY, OR I'LL HEX YOU!" She yelled at the top of her lungs, Millicent had awoken from the screaming and peaked her head out of the curtains around her bed. Pansy flashed her a dark look, watching as Draco gave a shrill laugh, ducking from the pillow which ended up hitting him square in the head. "GO YOU PIG!"

"Waz going on Pansy?" Millicent slurred, falling form her bed with a loud thump.

Pansy finished dressing at top speed, making sure that Draco was far from the door by shutting and locking it with her wand. Turning back to Millicent who was rubbing her eyes and yawning, she threw one her cloak and ignored her. She was going to kill Draco Malfoy. How dare he come in the girl dormitory. How dare he make fun of my knickers! Pansy stomped around the common room, ignoring Draco.

Once she had made her way from the dungeon, Pansy hummed softly to herself, a technique she used to calm her nerves when she was alone. And at the moment her nerves were raging with anger. Pansy reached up to her hair, flipping it over her shoulder in a snotty manor as she walked passed the knight in armor. She always had this feeling they were checking her out, well a lot of people did, but it was odd. She could hear the metal rubbing together as its head turned. Sick metal freak, she wanted to hiss, as she turned left down the corridor. Just as she did, she felt her body collide with something, or someone.

Yelping in pain as her head hit the stone floor, Pansy sat up, rubbing the spot softly, she could already feel a bump starting to rise. She blinked back the few tears that were starting to stain her eyes and blur her vision. She was not going to let someone see her cry. That's such a weak thing to do. Instead she gave the person a violent glare.

"Macmillan…." She growled. Your dead now…


A/N: Woot, thank you for the reviews people! There loverly! I hope your enjoying this one! I'm taking my time here to make it actucallu make since. And for those of you who emailed me or such, asking about Living In The Dark, I have taken it down. I personally hated it. I didn't like how it was turning out, and my plot got messed up on Chapter 16, so my Beta has it now and we are working out the kinks, hopefully I'll have up the 18 finished chapters by the end of the month, but I can't promise anything. I hope you like this one, please me kind and review. Good or Bad!

-Bella