A/N: Welcome to the infamous chapter three! Just remember…good things happen in three, so this story's bound to be good! Sweetness! Mind you…I am drugged on Motrin because I'm in pain and it's 10 o'clock at night…I'm usually getting ready to sleep so I can be up at six. Motrin+Lack of sleep Update! YAY! Anyways, as always read and review please! I love your feedback and personally respond to EVERY review I get! Go me! Onto the story! ((A/N 2 at the bottom, very important))
Chapter Three: The Savior
"Draco! Awe, how adorable!" Death was starting to look nice to Draco as he struggled to get out of Pansy's vice grip. Draco felt as if his back was scorching from her digging her long manicured nails into his skin. The more that he tried to stop the itching and burning, the worse it got. He wanted nothing more than to sit in a small bath for hours while his skin grew back. When he looked up at Madam Pomfrey he noticed that she was shooting him a sympathetic look as Pansy continued to torment Draco's physical and mental state.
What made Draco the angriest was the fact that she kept cooing at him in between receiving instructions from Madam Pomfrey and Denario. She was told to keep him with her at all times. The thoughts running through Draco's mind were quite clear about what he thought about the matter, though nobody would ever know what they were until they found a cure. 'Please do not make me watch her bathe. I will claw my eyes out. And do not think I will not do it either! I have the claws available for use anytime I wish to use them! I will poke myself and put myself out of that misery! No, I shouldn't torture myself because of someone else's stupidity. I'll just curl up in a corner facing the wall if I must. This is all Denario's fault. What kind of imbecile goes into the Slytherin House and asks them for advice. That would be like walking into the lion's den and asking if you could borrow their food. It should not be done! When this is all over, I am going to tie Denario to a chair and force him to eat cat food! You do not know vile tasting until you have eaten cat food. Then again, Madam Pomfrey said that it was good for you, but I really miss mashed potatoes. Listen to how pathetic I sound, six hours of being a cat and I'm already upset because I won't get to eat mashed potatoes. Note to self, stop being so sarcastic with myself.
"You two are free to go. Miss Parkinson, do as you were told, and, Mr. Malfoy, good luck," Sean "imbecile" Denario stated, sealing the deal Draco's twisted life.
From what Draco has been told over the years, most people seem to fear the darkness. At the present moment, the darkness was his friend. Draco knew the minute he saw the light, he was going to be face to face with the eye of Hell. The last thing that he wanted to do was go back to see his housemates so they could ridicule him. There was no sense in denying it, the mockery was inevitable.
The temperature in the small bundle of fabric that had Draco hidden had risen several degrees due to the fact that his breath hitched when he heard Pansy mutter the password to the hidden wall that served as the entrance to the Slytherin Common Room. Draco gave an involuntary shudder as Pansy gave an excited squeal in her horribly untuned voice. The wall turned on its creatively crafted stone hinges revealing the low hanging green lamps and dreary common room of the House of the Silver Snakes.
The quiet buzz of conversations and turning pages of thick tomes could be heard through the thin fabric.
"Guys! You'll never believe it! I get to take care of Draco!" Pansy said as soon as she got through the wall of the Slytherin Common Room. In the hours after the incident, everyone within the Slytherin House had known what happened. Upon hearing the word "Draco" mentioned, most of the students ran over to where Pansy was holding Draco out.
The girls all did a simultaneous 'awe' at Pansy's inquiring of "Is it not the cutest think you have ever seen?" as she pulled the material from around Draco. As Draco's grey eyes scanned the room over quickly, he noticed that all of the girls wore identical masks of joy, and all of the guys had triumphant smirks on their face, obviously pleased that someone had finally found a way to bring Draco down. Draco went limp in Pansy's grasp, his head hanging in shame. He heard a gale of laughter as everyone watched Draco give up his reign over the students and submit to Pansy's control.
With a low hiss Draco clawed his way out of Pansy's hand, leaving three deep gashes, and ran for cover under one of the furthest armchairs. From under the chair, he could see the light of the flames flickering from the hearth. After a few minutes the laughter had died down and everybody had gone back to what they were doing before Pansy's news break.
Crawling to the back of underneath the chair, Draco saw Pansy sitting on the couch staring at the armchair he was hiding under. Upon hearing the falling of papers Draco jumped up, frightened. He looked over to the front of the chair to see a hand snapping its fingers.
"Draco, come over here," a voice hissed quietly, as if it did not want anyone to hear.
Suspiciously, Draco wandered over to the hand and touched it briefly with his wet nose and quickly backed away.
"Draco, it's Blaise. Come on, get in my bag. I'll take you upstairs where Pansy cannot come up and get you," the reassuring voice said quietly.
Walking over to the open bag that was being offered, Draco quietly got inside, trusting Blaise more for the reason that he did not have reason not to trust him. The strap of the bag was lightly lifted to its owner's shoulder and a hand came inside the bag to hold Draco just to make sure that Draco was not crushed by any of the heavy textbooks.
When they reached the top of the stairway, Blaise pulled Draco out of the bag and set him down on the floor so he could walk on his own. The small creature looked up at his savior's tall frame. He took in the thin build, the deep blue eyes, and the unruly curly dark brown hair. Draco took notice of how accent laden Blaise's voice was when he said the password to his private room. Blaise, being the lucky person that he is, got the Prefect position after Draco had been retired from duty for his sixth year.
"If I'm going to save you from Pansy, you're going to pay attention," Blaise's calm voice said as his foot nudged Draco through the open door.
A/N 2: ((You get two of them this time. Doesn't that make you feel special?)) Important note: I have read the sixth book! I have read Chapter Seven: "The Slug Club", and I do know what Blaise Zabini looks like. This has been what I imagined Blaise looking like since I've been writing fanfictions. I plan on keeping him that way, just because I want to. Thank you for your time! Review please!