Chapter 2 The Wave of a Hand and the Attack of the Bulldog.
A/N If you can't stand scenes of a graphic sexual nature, do not read this. If vulgar words offend you, do not read this. If you can't stand a good laugh or two, don't read this.A few days later, Dawn was sitting in the Slytherin common room checking over her homework when a short blond blur rushed upon her. She looked up and blinked at Pansy, who was standing over her, furious. Dawn slammed her book shut and stowed it in her bag. She didn't like the look of this. Pansy had her knickers in a twist over something, and Dawn had the distinct feeling she was about to find out what that was. Dawn looked lazily up at Pansy and waited for the other girl to speak.
"Stay away from Malfoy, he is MINE!" Pansy spat at her.
"I don't want your Malfoy, you dumb bitch," Dawn threw back at her. "I have better taste than that." Dawn rose from her chair, drawing up over the shorter girl. Pansy flinched, but didn't back down.
"I have seen the way he looks at you, and the way you look at him."
"Well, if you had paid bloody attention, you would know I look at him with disgust, not longing, you fucking whore. So back the fuck off!"
They only time she was even near Draco were when they were doing their prefect duties, and in the classes they had together. Other than that she avoided him.
Anger was creeping steadily up her spine. She was not in the mood for this today.
Pansy threw a book at Dawn after she had turned her back to walk away. Dawn turned back around slowly, a look of loathing hatred marring her features.
Dawn waved her hand toward Pansy. She had definitely had enough of this bullshit. Pansy started screaming as she shrunk and transformed into, much to Dawn's delight, an English Bulldog. Pansy started yelping and backed away from everyone, growling at anyone who came too close, friend and foe alike.
"You won't get away with this!" yelled a friend of Pansy. "Snape will get you."
"All I did was show her for what she is – a bitch!" Dawn lowered her voice to a more menacing tone. "And she is lucky that is all she got! And unless you want some of it, you better back the fuck off, too!"
Neither twin had ever really needed a wand, but they used them most of the time. Mostly to avoid awkward questions they did not want to answer. No one seemed to notice that she had not indeed used one. In fact, only one person had – Malfoy.
Dawn examined her nails, not looking up as she spoke, "I'm worried, I assure you," she said in a tone that clearly told them that she could not care less. She turned on her heel and left, Pansy yipping in fright and anger.
The other girls huddled around Pansy, trying to figure out how to turn her back. They took her out of Slytherin house toward the Hospital Wing. A gaggle of girls escorting a yipping, yapping canine caused quite a scene. People were crowed in the corridor trying to figure out why a dog was in the castle. The approved list of pets for Hogwarts students was limited to cats, owls, or toads. They reached the Hospital Wing, where Madam Pomfrey could sort her out.
"Oh dear," Madam Pomfrey sighed. "What happened?"
All the girls started speaking at once, but she finally got the gist of what they were saying.
"Well, well, lets sort her out then."
Madam Pomfrey fussed over the little bulldog, and within a few moments, Pansy was sitting on the bed crying. "I will get her for this. I am not gonna have her make a fool of me," she hissed.
"Just a minute, please, Miss. Lucas," Professor McGonagall said as she walked up on the teen. "I understand you transfigured Pansy Parkinson into a bulldog?" McGonagall did not look pleased. Dawn thought about it and realized that was quite an understatement.
"Yeah, so? What about it?" Dawn said nonchalantly.
"I have two suggestions, then, Miss. Lucas. First being that you take N.E.W.T. level transfiguration, and second – don't transfigure fellow students. Even if they deserve it." She said the last in a slightly lower voice as not to be overheard.
McGonagall turned and walked off. Dawn rolled her eyes and checked the sky to determine the time.
Time for potions. She headed for the dungeon.
Draco sat next to her in this subject – which didn't really bother her – he was quite good at that class. She added her mandrake root slowly to the bubbling cauldron, which now turned a cool blue.
"Ok, Draco, now the monarch butterfly wings."
He gave her a sly smile and added his ingredient. The potion turned royal blue and gave a puff of smoke before turning purple. The potion was complete.
"I saw you," he said simply.
"Saw me what?" she asked innocently.
"Saw you do magic with no wand," he said coolly.
"No, you didn't" She turned pale.
"Yes, I did, and there is only one other person that I know of who can do magic without a wand like that. So easily. That is the Dark Lord."
"That is not magic, mate, it is tyranny through fear. Having a minion do your bidding does not count as magic," she smiled sweetly, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"That is not at all what I mean, and you damn well know it, so quit acting stupid. Something's up and I am gonna find out what it is," his voice clearly held a threat. "You are a Death Eater, aren't you?" he asked, his face wearing a look of sheer curiosity.
"What? Are you mental? Me a Death Eater? You must be joking," she choked. She leaned closer to him and put her hand over the robes covering his left forearm.
"And how long have you been one?" she asked in a sultry tone, her nose inches from his chin as she looked up into his gray eyes, threat clearly evident in hers.
It was his turn to turn pale.
Dawn ignored Draco for the rest of the class, turning inwards to her thoughts instead. She tuned back in just long enough to hear Hermione being asked if she were related to Hector Dagworth-Granger- who according to Slughorn had founded the Most Extraordinary Society for Potioneers. Her stomach gave an odd twitch, and she looked over at her sister. Acacia looked back, making eye contact, and merely nodded her head yes. Dawn smiled…Hermione wasn't muggleborn after all…Her thoughts went back to Draco and how cocky he was being.
Acacia whispered, "Her parents are squibs, she does not know yet, they didn't tell her about the magical world because they were afraid, after our dear father and his reign of terror and such." She leaned back over to her table. Acacia knew that come Christmas of their seventh year things were going to change drastically for her friend, and not being able to tell her caused her heart to ache.
"Amortentia," Hermione said, "it smells different to everyone, according to what attracts us. I smell freshly mown grass, new parchment, and –" she trailed off, blushing. Dawn and Acacia looked at each other and grinned. They both knew what was next. 'A masculine, pine fresh, outdoorsy scent—Ron." They had to put their fists to their mouths to stifle their laughter, and Dawn ended up choking and had a rather nasty coughing fit that drew all eyes in the class to her. "Sorry," she said, turning scarlet.
Dawn sat there, allowing her nose to wander, 'What is that smell?' she wondered. She leaned back and crossed her ankles over her desktop, her chair tilting precariously on its two hind legs. It had the faintness of a summer breeze, a musky, rugged scent. She knew it from somewhere…A dazzling set of blue-gray eyes whipped through her mind, and she came out of her tranquil state with a start, tipping her chair over and landing on her back. Once again, all eyes went to her, but this time they were accompanied by laughter. The only one who was smirking with true joy was Pansy.
Dawn scrambled out of the floor, and turned red again, taking her seat. She looked at her feet and muttered a quick apology. Luckily, Slughorn was laughing at her as well, he made sure she was ok, then he began laughing so hard his great belly shook.
Dawn felt like she was going to be sick, not because she had been laughed at, but because she knew that she was smelling Malfoy, she had smelled that on the train when he was close, and anytime he got near her…
Draco smirked at her and whispered, "Wow, I didn't know my being near you sent you arse over tit!"
Dawn scowled – for once he was right about that.
Dawn forgot her embarrassment as Slughorn put them to work on the Draught of Living Death. Neither Dawn nor Acacia really cared about this, so spent most of the time making faces at one another – they were fully capable of making their own Felix Felicis anytime they wanted and felt it best to leave the prize to a student that could not.
Slughorn made his way past the table Dawn, Blaise, Malfoy were sitting at. Malfoy made an attempt to get Slughorn to recognize him as someone worthy of being in his inner circle – he was still miffed at not being invited to the initial meeting on the train. Though Slughorn hadn't even looked at Malfoy, he expressed his apologies that Malfoy's grandfather, Abraxus Malfoy, had died of dragon pox and had quickly walked away.
Dawn suppressed laughter, but could not hide her smirk of pleasure – someone had obviously not been too impressed with him, and that the someone was a Professor was icing on that beautiful cake. This only seemed to make Malfoy even unhappier with Slughorn as he had been scorned for the second time and to add insult to injury had not been given any recognition whatsoever for the Malfoy name.
'That should not have been to much of a surprise,' Dawn thought smugly, 'Blaise told him on the train that Slughorn was showing any interest in Death Eaters or anyone associated with them, Theodore Nott hadn't gotten an invitation either.' She had been there, though, Slughorn was the new potions master and had gotten word through some other student present that she was an extremely deft hand at potion making – she had later found out that it had been Blaise that had paid her that compliment. When she had arrived there, and she and Slughorn had begun talking, he learned of Acacia being her twin and that she was extremely proficient with potion making as well and Acacia had gotten her official invitation.
Draco hung his head in disappointment, he had really hoped he would win the Felix Felicis. 'Lucky potion…I just might not have had to go through with this whole thing, doing the Dark Lord's bidding.'
He thought fast, his mind racing through possibility after possibility, only one course of action made any sense.
It was apparently the perfect timing for such an action, right before the bell was to ring, a third year student walked into the class and handed a note to Slughorn.
"Draco, the headmaster is requesting your presence."
"Yes, Sir." Draco gathered his things and went sweeping off to the Headmaster's office. He found a rolled up note tied to the Gargoyle's claw, and reached out and plucked it from the statue.
Draco,
The password is Fizzing Whizbees.
Sincerely,
A.DumbledoreDraco hurriedly said the password and stepped on the stone steps as it began to move, taking him to the office above. Draco sighed and wiped his sweaty palms on his robes, then taking a step forward he raised his hand to knock on the door. Before he got a chance to touch the wooden surface, a voice called out to him, "Enter, Mr. Malfoy."
Draco licked his lips and pressed his hand against the wood, pushing it open.
"Have a seat, Mr. Malfoy," he said as Draco looked around the office curiously.
"Professor," he began before Dumbledore could say anything else. "I have something to say. Now, normally I would not be this forward with you, but I have to get this out, so please let me finish," he paused as Dumbledore looked at him with great interest. "I was told to kill you, by none other than the Dark Lord, and I don't wish to do what he asked." Draco was now looking more at his shoes than at Dumbledore. "I really don't wish to do it…" he said pleadingly.
Dumbledore raised his hand, and Malfoy stopped speaking. "I know," he said simply.
"You do?"
"Yes, and I think it would be in your best interest if you carried on with your plan, at least for the time being. I will call for you at a later time to discuss your future job prospects, but for now, I think it is best if you went to your next class." Dumbledore bid him goodbye and shut the door, leaving Draco staring at the entrance to the office rather confused. He turned and left, shaking his head, remembering with much shock that Dumbledore had known…
Dumbledore smiled, knowing now that Draco Malfoy was not a lost cause. He summoned Dawn and Acacia to his office.
"You are wondering why I brought you here," he said sitting delicately at his desk. "I would not normally ask students to assist me with something like this, but considering you two are unofficial Order agents and considering the parentage you have…you aren't normal students either."
"
Aw, Professor, you are making me blush," Dawn said as Acacia rolled her eyes at her younger sister.
"Now such cheek! Definitely normal in that area," Dumbledore said, amusement in his voice. "It seems that Voldemort has ordered young Mr. Malfoy to murder me."
The twins gasped in horror and exchanged dark looks.
"Not to worry, girls, he brought it to my attention and made it clear that he has no wishes to do me in. I, however, told him to continue on with his plans." He continued after the girls settled from their most recent outburst at his last statement. "At this point, it might be more dangerous if he were doing nothing. I believe, from using Legilimency against him, he wishes to join the Order. And Voldemort may try to use it against him as well, so we cannot risk exposing the plan by having him stop. The only thing he can know is where to go and when to go there. Any questions so far?"
The twins exchanged a conspiratorial look, "So what's the plan?" they said in unison.
Late that evening Harry had returned to the Gryffindor common room from one of his meetings with Dumbledore, and was telling Ron, Hermione, and Acacia about what Professor Dumbledore had said about the Gaunts and Riddles.
Acacia shifted uncomfortably in her chair, but was still listening attentively. She didn't know all of what he was saying.
"He still won't tell me why his hand is black and burnt – but apparently, Marvolo Gaunt was Voldemort's grandfather. Marvolo had two children, Morfin and Merope. They were all Parseltongues, and were direct heirs of Slytherin. Merope had Slytherin's locket…"
"So, wait," Hermione said, puzzling over something, "you mean, he wasn't even a Pureblood wizard? His father was a Muggle, and the Malfoy's are his number one supporters? Then they torture anyone else who is not Pureblood?"
Harry laughed, "Yeah, it sure looks that way doesn't it."
Acacia listened attentively, learning how her father had murdered her grandparents and framed her great-uncle for it. How Merope bewitched Tom Riddle Sr. and had sold the locket and her father had grown up in an orphanage. She felt an odd sense of sorrow for the beginnings of her father, she had bad beginnings her self, but could not imagine not being loved by someone.
The next day, Acacia relayed what had been said to Dawn, in their own special way of astral communication, who had just shook her raven-haired head and said, "Wow," in a saddened way.
At lunchtime, Acacia was muffling sobs of laughter, tears rolling down her face. Hermione looked at the raven-haired girl with great amusement, shaking her head in a feeble effort to disapprove of whatever her friend had just said. Ron had choked on his sandwich and Harry was thumping him heartily on the back.
Ginny sat with a cat like smile on her face, "You did what? I missed it." She eyed Ron, who was returning to a normal healthy color from a violent purple.
Acacia snorted, "Crabbe…Goyle…boom…!"
Acacia usually restrained herself when it came to pranks and general mischief. But sometimes she could not help it and her evil streak got the best of her. The image of the two great-bellied gits falling backwards down the stairs because she had hexed them while they were heading toward the Great Hall sent her into fresh waves of laughter. New tears seeped from her eyes.
"They BOUNCE!" she squealed.
"Bounce?" Hermione repeated, her eyes sparkling with humor. Ginny and Hermione exchanged and odd look, as they were both picturing this and in unison burst into laughter. Of all of Acacia's pastimes, this was one of her favorites – torturing Crabbe and Goyle.
Their little group had just gained control of themselves when Crabbe and Goyle entered the Great Hall looking very disheveled. The five friends once again lost their composure.
"Oi! You gits, over here! Where have you been?" Draco yelled at them impatiently, eyeing the Gryffindors that were in stitches over at their table.
Dawn entered the Great Hall and walked past her sister, reaching a hand out for a quick high five.
"You rock, Cace!" she whispered as she hurried past. No one but Dawn was ever allowed to call her Cace. Dawn had been a few steps below the two when they took their ill-fated tumble, which almost resulted in her becoming quite thinner, Crabbe almost landed on her. She had used a hover charm just in time.
Dawn walked over to the Slytherin Table and sat down right beside Pansy, smiling sweetly. She put her head on her hand and stared at Pansy adoringly, batting her long lashes at her. Mocking her was, after all, half the fun. Pansy rose and moved across the table.
The group at the Gryffindor table erupted in fresh laughter, no doubt Acacia was filling them in on the attack of the bulldog. All of their eyes were on Pansy at this point, so Dawn was sure she was right.
"Stay away from me," Pansy said, eyeing her fearfully while she snuggled up to Draco.
"Woof," Dawn barked at Pansy with a cold look on her face.
Draco grimaced and shook her off – he really could not stand her touching him at the moment. He looked at Dawn, noting that her eyes for once were just as cold as her face. He had never seen her look that way before.
Crabbe and Goyle just looked dumbly around the table, stuffing their massive faces, oblivious to anything anyone was saying.
Dawn picked at her roast beef sandwich, eating the meat and cheese but leaving most of the bread.
She turned to Draco and sneered, then got up from the table and left the Great Hall. As she left, Acacia was reeling in fresh gales of laughter. Hermione looked rather sheepish, but was laughing none the less. Harry and Ron were half hanging off of their seats, propped up on each other for support and Ginny had a dreamy look on her face, relishing the mental image.
Ron stood up, placed his hand over his heart and stated, "Ah, pranks that would have made my brothers proud," before being pulled back into his seat by Hermione. Harry, due to lack of physical support, had fallen in the floor, and was not making any attempt to get back up.
As she got out of the double doors, a group of Ravenclaw students stopped her. One plucked up the courage and walked directly up to her.
"We heard you turned Pansy Parkinson into a dog," the girl said timidly. "Is that true?"
"Yeah, what of it," Dawn leered.
"Thank you, she really is a bitch." With that the girls burst into giggles and walked into the Great Hall. Dawn smiled to herself. "Yes, oh yes, she is."
Later that evening in the common room, Dawn was stretched out comfortably on the couch in front of the blazing fire.Pansy had stayed away from her for the rest of the day. Other students milled about, but Draco seemed content to sit in a chair, feigning reading his potions text and sneaking very annoying glances at Dawn. He licked his thumb and turned the page.
Pansy descended the staircase leading to the girl's dormitory and Dawn pretended to be asleep, listening to the girl's approaching footsteps. Pansy crept up behind the couch and turned a vial of liquid upside down over Dawn's face. But the raven-haired witch had heard her coming and silently used a reflector charm, almost a second too late.
The vile smelling fluid flew back in Pansy's face as Dawn opened her eyes to the sight of Pansy breaking out in great green pus filled boils wherever the potion had touched her. Several of Pansy's friends had known what was to happen to Dawn but to their surprise, Pansy fled the room in tears, hands over her face.
"When will she learn not to fuck with me?" Dawn yelled, now pissed off yet again. She ran after Pansy, knocking a few of the stunned girls over as she went. She got to the dorm room, looked at Pansy and drew her wand and locked the door, she turned back to face Pansy muttering the spell that would clear her face.
"That is only temporary, I don't want that shit on me when I do this!" she spat, lunging toward Pansy. Dawn punched her soundly in the face, sending the smaller girl reeling backwards.
"Oh hell NO!" she screamed, grabbing Pansy's blonde hair and slamming her face into one of the pillars of the four poster beds in the room. Pansy fell to the floor, crying – blindly striking out at Dawn – who kicked Pansy hard in the stomach.
"Quit fucking with me, dog, or you will get hurt. Do you understand?" she bellowed. "I am sick of this childish bullshit, and have much better things to do with my time than repeatedly kicking your arse!"
She stormed from the room and left the Slytherin house, Pansy's friends franticly scampering in to assist the fallen girl.
She felt sorry for Pansy, she truly did. 'But why won't she leave me the fuck alone already? Hasn't she learned her lesson yet?'
That night at dinner, Draco sat next to Dawn.
"Go on a date with me," he drawled.
"What?" Dawn choked on her Yorkshire Pudding. "You are kidding, right?"
"No, I'm not kidding, go on a date with me. I think we have loads in common."
The thought of having anything in common with him made her queasy.
"You wanna go on a date, huh," she said leaning close so her mouth was next to his ear. "Ok, I'll see what I can do." She waved her hand, and Malfoy vanished from beside her. Fingers from all tables were pointing toward the ceiling where Malfoy hovered, sitting on a gigantic date. He hung on for dear life as the fruit began to move all around the Great Hall. Dawn looked up innocently as if she knew nothing of what was going on.
Professor McGonagall rushed over to the Slytherin table, followed closely by Snape, who was the head of Slytherin House.
"What is going on over here," McGonagall croaked.
Dawn waved her hand under the table and Malfoy was lowered to the ground beside the two teachers.
"Fifty points from Slytherin for your foolishness, Mr. Malfoy," McGonagall hissed. "I do not want to see a repeat performance of this!" McGonagall stalked off, leaving Snape to glare at Malfoy. He turned with a great flourish of his cloak and resumed his seat at the Professor's table. Dawn's gaze followed him, and then she noticed Dumbledore looking straight at her, fingertips pressed together in front of him. His expression was unreadable.
Pansy had not shown her face at dinner, so feeling a little sorry for the girl, Dawn took her a plate of food.
Dawn walked out of the Great Hall and headed for the Slytherin Dorm. When she got there Pansy lay crying in bed. Dawn walked in and announced, "Here, you weren't at dinner, and I thought you might be hungry, so I brought you a plate." She sat the plate down on the night table beside Pansy's bed. Pansy's reply was lost in the pillows. Dawn sighed heavily. "Look, Pansy, just leave me the hell alone, and I will do the same." She muttered the spell that would take away the boils on Pansy's face. "Just leave me alone," she said as Pansy sat up, her face red and swollen, humiliation evident in her eyes. Dawn lowered her voice and in a kind tone said, "I didn't do anything to your food, so eat. And just leave me the hell alone." She didn't know whether Pansy ate or not, she left the House and went for a walk.She moved across the grounds almost silently, the only sound was the slight crunching of leaves under her feet, and her robe dragging the ground behind her. She reached the Black Lake, but quickly realized she was not alone.
"Hey, Sunny," Acacia said very quietly from the edge of the Lake.
"Hey, Cace," Dawn acknowledged. She hated that nickname, but decided not to say anything.
"Beautiful night."
"Yeah."
"Can't sleep either?"
"No."
It was pointless to lie to someone who could read your mind, the twins both thought. This caused light laughter.
"Stop that," said Dawn.
"You first," chuckled Acacia.
"Nice one on Crabbe and Goyle," Dawn said.
"Nice one on the bitch dog," Acacia said, smiling warmly at her twin.
"She deserved it."
"I know…You took her a plate. Why?" Forgiveness had never been Acacia's strong suit. Once an enemy, always an enemy, unless you really showed a reason for redemption. Dawn mused about this for a while.
"I kind of started it, I guess."
"How?" came the reply.
"In a way, I do want her boyfriend. I don't know why, but I do. He makes me sick."
"No you don't, he is not her boyfriend."
"What do you mean?" Dawn asked, her sister was much better at reading people.
"I mean, Draco does not want her. Draco does not even truly like her. She gave him a few good headjobs, but he has no respect for her. But he respects you. And by the way, nice one on the date."
Dawn laughed. "Yeah, that was pretty funny."
"Yeah, and now our houses are tied in points," Acacia said, mocking her.
"Why?"
"Because of your little stunt."
"No, I mean, why does he respect me."
Laughing, Acacia turned to her sister, taking her eyes off the stars and moon above.
"Because he thinks you are like him."
"I am not a gutless wonder."
"No, but you both are hiding from something," Acacia stated simply. "The same thing, actually…"
"Oh, yeah? And what would that be, Miss Know It All?"
"Your fathers. Who you are afraid you will turn out to be."
"You know, I hate it when you are right."
"Yes, but it happens so often."
"Alright, bitch, enough."
Acacia grabbed Dawn in a fierce hug, pulling her to sit beside her on the bank of the Lake. "The stars are so beautiful."
"Yeah."
"I just love the moon."
"Me too."
"It is almost full." Acacia mused.
Dawn tapped into her twin's mind. "I'm worried about him too."
"Who?"
"Lupin."
Acacia sat silently. Her thoughts were on Lupin, and the transformation he would soon undergo. "I hope he is somewhere safe."
Dawn hugged her sister. "I'm sure he is."
)O(
Morning came too early and bright for Dawn.
'Oh holy fucking shit, I over slept,' she thought. Pissed that none of her dorm mates had woken her, she yelled, "Scourgify" for a quick clean up as she would not have time for a shower, and dressed in lightning speed.
She rushed to Transfiguration and slid into her seat, knowing that her lateness would not go unnoticed.
"Miss. Lucas, the next time you are late, try not to be excessive with it." McGonagall said from the front of the room.
"Yes, Ma'am. I do apologize."
"Fifteen points from Slytherin."
Dawn cringed. "Yes, Ma'am."
Dawn found the page the class was on and promptly transfigured her teakettle into a broomstick, then into an acoustic guitar.
McGonagall walked over to her desk.
"Again, I will expect you in my N.E.W.T. transfiguration class," she said, with a wink in Dawn's direction.
"Oh, yes ma'am."
"Your sister, too?"
"Of course."
"Good." McGonagall made her rounds inspecting the work of the class.
That night in the common room, Dawn was trying to relax, hoping for peace and quiet.
"That was not funny," Malfoy sneered. His eyes were cold and his face was angry.
"I thought it was."
"You humiliated me in front of the entire student body. That is unforgivable!" he spat his cheeks flushing, his body shaking with anger. "You are nothing but an uptight bitch."
"What are you gonna do Malfoy? Run to daddy?" she taunted.
His face blanched, what color he had obtained in his rage was completely gone now. "Don't talk about him," Malfoy breathed, his voice a near whisper.
Pain was in his eyes now, all trace of coldness gone. "Why do you hate me, Dawn? Why can't you want me?"
He looked down at his shoes.
"Because you are a bully, and an arsehole."
"Do you really think of me that way?" he asked, his eyes raising to meet hers.
Dawn tried not to be touched by his sudden and unexpected show of emotion. This was not an easy task. "You hate him, don't you?" she asked quietly.
"Who?"
"Your father. You don't have to be like him, you know."
"What do you know about it?" he hissed, anger fully returning. His face twisted and he closed the distance between them in seconds. He grabbed her arms roughly and pulled her up off the couch. Dawn thought he was going to hit her. Instead he crushed his lips to hers and squeezed her arms even tighter, she was sure she would have bruises. He released his grip on her arms and wrapped his arms around her, pressing the full length of her body to his. Her lips woke up and returned his kiss, allowing his passion to infect her. They kissed like two starving people, starved for love. He pulled back and looked into her eyes, licking his lips. His eyes burned bright with desire.
"Oh my God! Draco!"
They turned, looking for the source of the words.
Pansy gaped at them in horror, and then turned and fled out of the House. "Oh, Pansy…I'm sorry," Dawn whispered.
