Denial
I don't believe you. I'm not going to let this drop. Meet me in the common room during afternoon break. Or else.
Blaise.
Draco crumpled up the note and threw it angrily at a Hufflepuff First year. Ahh, so there's the Slytherin, thought Draco.
Ron and Harry were leaving the classroom when Ron pointed out a crumpled piece of paper on the dusty floor. On the side facing upward, clearly written was Draco.
"Hey, Harry. This note has Draco's name on it." Ron said and Harry bent down to pick it up, his wild black hair momentarily blocking the view. Harry sat back up and opened the letter. Ron read it out loud.
"'Draco, I know you left the potions class room right after Granger, and I know you stole that bad potion. What did you do?
Blaise.' I knew he had something to do with it!" Ron cried, and with that he started talking non stop about some elaborate plan in which Draco had convinced Pansy to try to distract Snape with her womanliness so Draco could sneak into Snape's personal store, and find something to poison Hermione with. Ron sucked in an enormous breathe and tried to continue when Harry nudged him so he would continue reading.
"'I didn't do anything.
Draco.' Liar! He is such a lair." Ron said, and Harry rolled his eyes. He snatched the paper from Ron's fingers, and read the rest.
"'I don't believe you. I'm not going to let this drop. Meet me in the common room during afternoon break. Or else.
Blaise.'" Harry finished, rereading the paper thoughtfully. Then he stored this new piece of evidence in his back pocket.
"You know what we have to do, right?" Harry asked. He eyed Ron, who was squinting at the wall in front of him thinking.
"We have to the Great Hall for leftovers." Ron finally said. Harry rolled his green eyes.
"We just had lunch, Ron. What we need to do is to find a way into the Slytherin common room." Harry said. "But how? We don't have enough time for Polyjuice potion. Oh, I know!" Harry cried, snapping his fingers and turning back to Ron. "We can use the Invisibility Cloak."
Harry smiled proudly, walking to their next class.
"The only problem, Mate, is that we don't fit under the cloak together." Ron said, and Harry cursed lightly, racking his brain again.
"Then only one of us goes." He finally said.
"Which one?" Ron asked.
"I think I should go. Mostly, because your a klutz and well, you'll most likely trip and ruin our whole operation." Harry sighed, shifting his bright green eyes to Ron's enormous feet. The ginger man thought a second, and then sighed.
"Ya, you're probably right." He said, looking along with Harry to his feet. Ron wiggled a sock clad toe through a hole in his worn sneakers.
"Brilliant."
After three classes, History of Magic, DADA, and Care of Magical Creatures, Ron and Harry were up in Gryffindor tower, rummaging around in Harry's trunk. Harry yanked his arm back, the water like cloak through the cracks in the objects stuffed in the truck.
"Found it Ron! Now, let's go. If anyone is looking for me, tell them I'm in the Gryffindor towers bathroom, being violently sick. And, don't let them try to come and see." Harry said, and Ron nodded before charming a bucket of creamed corn they had stole from the Kitchens to over turn in the toilet every few seconds. Harry smiled, and Ron wished him good luck, and then Harry vanished under the cloak.
Harry wondered in circles around the dungeons waiting for a Slytherin to come around. Harry and Ron had covered the bottom of Harry's sneakers in tape, making it so they did not squeak or make noise. Finally, after circling the dungeons for at least the seventh time, he saw a small girl clad with a green and silver tie around her neck. He hesitantly followed her, where she turned into a small space between two stone walls. Inside, they was a painting of a dragon, smoke furling from his nostrils. She whispered the password, and the picture swung open. Harry slipped inside after the girl.
The inside of the room was dark, but with a certain warmth. Plush green couches and chairs surrounded a low burning fire, and on the other side, mahogany table crowded together. Seated at one was Draco and Blaise. Judging by the heated fist Draco slammed on the table, things were not going well.
"Blaise! I told you I didn't do anything!" Draco cried at the Italian. Blaise did nothing but sit there, not even flinch.
"Draco!" Blaise mocked, coping the blond's words from before. "I told you I didn't believe you!"
"You don't have to believe me." Draco muttered crossly, folding his arms across his chest.
"Draco, you can trust me. Why won't you just tell me?" Blaise asked, trying to catch Draco's stubborn eye.
"You sound like a real pansy right now." Draco said, finally looking up. Blaise let out an agitated breath. From across the room, near the fire place, Pansy Parkinson spoke up.
"Who said my name?" She called. Draco waved a pale hand at her, dismissing her.
"Not you, Parkinson." Draco drawled, and Pansy, who's eyes lit up at the mention of her name by the certain Slytherin, sauntered her way over.
"Drake, is that anyway to talk to your girlfriend?" She questioned, sitting on the table and draping her legs on Draco's chair. Harry gaged, and for a moment, Pansy's short hair jerked in his direction. He stayed perfectly quiet after that.
"Pansy, I've told you before," Draco started, shoving her legs away from him. "You're only my girlfriend when we are with my parents. I don't have feelings for you, and I'm only dating you, around them, because my parents and your parents forced us together." He explained, as if he were talking to a five year old. Pansy pouted a second, but then turned towards Blaise.
"What's got his knickers in a twist?" She asked him, and Blaise smirked at Draco's scowl before answering.
"Draco's," He began, drawling out the blond's name. "In denial."
"What's he in denial about?" Pansy asked, and Draco huffed angrily.
"I'm right here!" He cried, but his fellow Slytherins ignored him.
"I'm trying to get him to tell me that he poisoned Granger." Blaise said, to which the witch raised her eyebrows, urging him to continue.
"He left the potions class room right after Granger, and he has stolen her spoiled potion. And, then later, after being in the Great Hall by themselves, Granger nearly drops dead, and an empty vial is sitting besides Draco. Plus, he kept sneaking glances over that the table." Blaise said, and Draco snarled, shoving out of his chair and across the room into one of the lone plush chairs. Blaise and Pansy followed. So did Harry, but they didn't know that.
"That sounds like good evidence, Blaise." Pansy said, infuriating Draco by sitting on the arm of his chair.
"I know, but Draco is being stubborn and won't admit it." Blaise said.
"Oh, I'm sure we could get him to admit it. Remember that trip to Hogsmede, when Draco was sick and he-" Pansy started to say, but she was sharply cut off by a to explosion point Draco.
"Pansy, you say one more word, and I swear I'll hex you so hard you won't walk straight for a month." He snarled, pulling out his wand and threatening Pansy. Pansy smirked.
"And he puked on Madam Rosmertta's sparkly shoes." Draco groaned, with his head in his hands.
"Or that other time we pranked him by pushing him into the hall in his underwear and refused to let him back in with all those enchantments, and he had to go to find Snape in his underwear!" Blaise cried, and him and Pansy shook with laughter. Draco turned red in the face, almost as red as Harry, who was trying not to laugh. The Gryffindor promised to store away this information for later use.
"How about that one time when we were six-" Pansy begun again, and Draco abruptly stood.
"Okay! Okay I did it! Now you two better leave me the hell alone and not breathe a word of what was said tonight!" Draco yelled, turning and running up to the boy's dormitories.
Harry, pleased with what he had heard, left the still giggling Pansy and Blaise, and left the green den with a passing 4th year boy.
There's the third chapter. I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while. I've been so busy, and I promise to update sooner! Thanks for reading, and please review!
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