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Chapter 6- Denial
"What the fucking HELL are you doing here!" Draco Malfoy yelled. Hermione stopped mid-scream, realizing exactly who the pale figure standing in the doorway was.
"We could ask you the same question." Harry said coldly. He still laid lazily on the couch, not even making an effort to get up and confront the Slytherin.
Draco took a step into the room, "This is Slytherin territory, in case you didn't notice." he replied, "I have every right to be here, unlike you."
Harry snorted scathingly, "Like you ever paid attention to house territories. At least we aren't gallivanting about in your common room. Or your dormitories." Harry replied, finally looking up to give Malfoy a cold glare.
Draco returned the glare with equal ferocity. Behind him, the rest of the Slytherins were materializing out of the darkness, in case he needed back-up. "Get out!" Draco growled.
"No." Harry replied shortly, not moving from his spot on the couch.
Draco took a step forward. "In case you didn't understand me, I said get out." he hissed, "Leave now!"
Harry just stared back at him. "And I said no. We're not leaving. You get out!" he said evenly. Draco felt Blaise come to stand next to him, and he watched as Harry shifted uncomfortably in his seat, eyes downcast. A sudden magnificent idea came to Draco.
"Fine." Draco said. Harry looked upon surprise, shock written on his face. "Come on guys, let's get out of here." He turned around, giving a wink to Blaise. Blaise understood and winked back. When he got to the doorway, Draco stopped. Looking over his shoulder at the still standing Ron and Hermione he said, "Granger, Weasley, could I speak to you for a moment? Prefect to prefect?"
Ron and Hermione exchanged a look. Ron shrugged and they both followed Draco to the door. The rest of the Slytherins filed out behind him, except for one. The door closed and Draco slid the bolt shut, it locked with a slight thud.
"Okay Malfoy." Hermione said curtly, "What is this about?" she rounded on him, facing down the Slytherins. Draco waved her question off.
"Quiet!" he hissed, turning to the door, listening intently. Hermione, having opened her mouth to give a swift retort, shut it, realizing what he was on about. She gave him a curious look and listened closely. No sound could be heard from inside the room.
Even after he heard the door lock, Harry still did not look up. He continued to look deeply into the fire, willing himself to keep his eyes away from the teen they felt drawn to.
Blaise was watching Harry intently, searching for any sign that Harry was going to acknowledge his presence. There was nothing. With an inward sigh Blaise walked over to the fire and sprawled sexily on the couch across from Harry.
Finally, Harry looked. His green eyes met brown ones, and for a moment neither boy could look away. Harry watched as a soft, pink tongue escaped Blaise's mouth and licked his lips slowly. A mad anger swept through Harry and he tore his gaze away from the brown eyes.
Blaise saw Harry's emerald eyes widen as they met his own. Unconsciously Blaise licked his lips. To his despair the green eyes turned cold and angry, ripping their gaze away from him.
"What do you want Zabini?" Harry asked angrily. Blaise could only stutter out a response. "To make me look like an idiot? To destroy my life?" Harry's voice rose in his fury. "Why don't you just leave me alone like every other year? Why don't you let me find my 'soul mate'! WHAT DO YOU WANT!" Harry let out this volley of questions, breathing hard. Blaise just stared back, shocked.
"What do I want, Potter?" Blaise replied quietly, cold fury rising in his chest. "I want a lot of things, everything." Blaise desperately wanted to say "you", but luckily he did not give in to that impulse.
"Just stop with that shit again Zabini!" Harry interrupted. "What do you want with me?" Harry yelled, his anger getting the best of him.
Blaise stood up angrily, his cold fury turning into a boiling rage. "Nothing." he said dangerously, body quivering with suppressed fury.
"What do you want with me!" Harry repeated loudly.
"FUCK YOU!" Blaise yelled, running to the door.
Out in the hall Draco heard the raised voices and quickly unbolted the door. Blaise hurtled through it, slamming the door with a resounding BANG! behind him. He continued to run. The group watched him go, until they could no longer hear the echo of his feet against the flagstones.
Hermione turned angrily to Draco, "What was THAT all about?" she asked. Draco sighed and ran a hand shakily through his hair.
"Damn it! Those two really need to control their anger. They'll get nowhere at this rate!" was the only explanation he left her with. Draco turned to the other Slytherins and together they set off down the corridor, turning towards their common room.
Hermione was left spluttering in their wake. "What did he mean, 'They'll get nowhere'?" Ron asked, perplexed.
"I don't even want to know." she replied, "Come on, let's get Harry, it's time for dinner."
Ron rubbed his growling stomach and nodded, he was always ready for dinner.
Harry sat alone, gazing morosely into the fire as he continued to lie on the couch. The sound of Blaise's yells and the slamming door echoed in his head. Already he was regretting saying those things. He was just so angry! He didn't like the thought of the Slytherin playing with him, even if it made him feel all good inside.
Fighting the impulse racing through him to go and find Zabini, tell him he was sorry and everything was alright, Harry sat up. Why was he so drawn to this boy? Harry shrugged, how was he supposed to know? He just knew that Zabini made him feel like he hadn't in a long long time, even if it was all fake.
Slowly a plan formed in Harry's mind. A grin spread over his face as he heard the door open.
"Uh, Harry?" Hermione asked carefully, "It's time for dinner." she was shocked to see that when he turned around Harry was smiling.
"Dinner sounds perfect." Harry replied, his grin getting bigger. Ron looked at Hermione quizzically. She shrugged back. Who cared what had happened as long as Harry was happy? He hadn't smiled like that since the end of last year.
Two weeks later and the smile was gone from Harry's face. He could be found flying a hundred or more feet off the ground, watching shapes flying beneath him...in a thunderstorm. Dipping lower, Harry watched as Jeremiah, a potential new chaser, wove through the other players at top speed. He watched as Jeremiah threw the Quaffle with all his strength at the goal posts. Ron caught it easily, and threw it to his sister. Ginny took off, ready to challenge the other potential keeper.
Harry smiled slightly in satisfaction as she put another goal past him. She was good, as was Ron. Over the summer Ron had worked hard. He was no longer the clumsy, unconfident keeper he was at the end of the last year. He now flew with strength and confidence. The only goals he could not save were those scored by Ginny.
Harry watched his team with satisfaction. They should have no problem destroying Slytherin this year. Harry swooped down lower. The storm was getting worse; he was drenched with cold rain and could barely see his hands on his broom. He watched as the other players flew around him, still trying to earn their position on his team. He saw Fred make contact with a bluddger and turned to watched it's progress.
"HARRY WATCH OUT!" someone yelled and Harry turned. He didn't see the other bluddger make contact with the back of his head. Everything went black.
Harry awoke in bed. Night had fallen. He looked around him at the high vaulted ceilings and the lines of beds against the wall and wondered, not for the first time, what he was doing in the Hospital Wing. Harry groaned. Of course, Quidditch.
He looked out the window, noticing that the moon was high. He must've only been out a few hours then. Looking around him Harry noticed that despite all the empty beds he was not the only one there. At the end of the cavernous room there were drapes around the bed next to Madam Pomfrey's office door.
Harry lay still for a while, ignoring the throb that had made an appearance in his head, until he heard some muffled groans coming from the end of the room.
Getting up, Harry silently padded over to the bed and pulled the curtains slightly apart. The sight that met him was terrible and beautiful. He gasped loudly.
Next to him a door entered. "Mr. Potter! What are you doing out of bed?" Madam Pomfrey whispered sternly. She followed his gaze and her voice softened. "Aaaahhh yes, I fear there is little I can do for this little thing."
Harry shook his head. "She'll survive, she always does. What happened?" he asked quietly, not able to draw his eyes from the red spots that decorated the bandages.
"I do not know." Madam Pomfrey sighed, "Nor would I be able to tell you if I did. You must not tell ANYONE of this." she whispered wearily. "But you know that already don't you."
Harry nodded. "I guessed that, yeah." he looked sadly at the girl, who mumbled softly in her sleep.
"I need to change her bandages now. You should go back to sleep." Madam Pomfrey said, going to her office. Harry was still there when she returned. She uttered a sigh. "Potter, you need rest." she said.
"Can't I just..." he began.
"She won't wake." Madam Pomfrey said sadly. She began to unwrap the bandages from the girl's arms, revealing deep red welts and cuts, some still oozing blood. She let Harry stay beside her, holding a goblet of potion.
Madam Pomfrey was applying the last bit of potion to the Girl's wounds and replacing clean, white bandages when the large doors at the other end of the room opened. Dumbledore came sweeping in, followed by Snape and, to Harry's great surprise and terror, Lucius Malfoy.
"Good evening Poppy, Mr. Potter." Dumbledore said in his deep rumbling voice.
"In bed you get Mr. Potter." Madam Pomfrey said quietly, ushering him back to his bed. Harry knew that this time there would be no arguing. After getting another dose of potion Harry laid down and watched the four of them disappear into Madam Pomfrey's office. He slowly drifted off to sleep to the sounds of softly muttered voices.
"Nothing we can do but hope she awakes." Madam Pomfrey said. Lucius Malfoy glared at her and continued to pace the office.
"But what happens when she wakes up? What will we do then?" Lucius asked the group as a whole.
"Why we tell the entire school no doubt." Snape said snidely. "We tell them that their champion has returned from the dead. Whatever could go wrong with that plan!" he said angrily.
Dumbledore held up a hand. "Calm yourself Severus. We shall keep this a secret. No one besides us will know, except for those she deems worthy to tell." he said calmly.
"But why? The school will rejoice if they learn she's returned. Their spirits will be revived. We might win the war." Madam Pomfrey asked, looking to Dumbledore.
It was Lucius who answered. "Why?" he said coldly. "What do you think the Ministry would do if they found out a Death Eater that they have knowledge about is still at large? Lock her in Azkaban? Sentence her to the Dementor's kiss? Or use Voldemort's only weakness for their own twisted purposes?" he sighed. "Albus is right, no one should know."
"What about Potter?" Snape asked. "What do we do with him?"
"He did not recognize her, or at least not completely. He should be safe...for the time being." Pomfrey said. She looked at the clock, it was midnight. "You all should get some rest, who knows what'll happen tomorrow." she said.
"Good luck Poppy." Dumbledore said as he stood to leave. "I'll be back to check on her tomorrow evening. Good luck to all of you." He swept out of the office, robes billowing behind him.
"We'll leave you to prepare for tomorrow." Snape said as he and Lucius left the office, shutting the door behind them.
Snape walked halfway down the room before he noticed Lucius was no longer besides him. He turned to see Lucius standing in front of the bed, curtains drawn partly open. He walked back silently.
Lucius was gazing down at the small girl. The moonlight splashed across her face, making her look even paler and smaller than before. "Lucius, there's nothing you can do." Snape said softly, coming to stand beside him.
"It's not her I'm worried about!" Lucius snapped. Snape was silent, letting Lucius be alone with his thoughts. "Take care of them Severus." He said quietly. "In case...in case...after the war. Take care of them. Make sure they're safe."
With that he turned away from the sight on the bed and strode through the doors.
Snape stood there for a moment. The girl shifted slightly in her sleep. "Tom...don't..." she muttered slightly, then she was still.
"May Dead God have mercy on your soul." he whispered. The doors closed behind him with an echoing thud.
As had been the trend for the past two weeks, the boys in the Slytherin dorm, namely Crabbe and Goyle, were woken at 5am by the screams issuing from Draco's bed...again.
"Someone needs to put a silencing charm on that boy." Goyle growled, pulling his pillow over his head.
"We tried that last week." Crabbe said, "More like he needs a muzzle." They both sighed when the screams stopped.
"Thank Wizard God!" Goyle growled, "I don't know how much longer I can take this."
Tempers had been running high in Slytherin house all week. Between school work, Quidditch tryouts coming up, and not being able to sleep, none of the guys in the Slytherin dorm were very happy. Especially Draco.
Something would have to be done about this before someone killed him. The screams and moans started up again.
"AAAARRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!" Crabbe and Goyle both groaned.
The next morning was very strange for Harry. He woke up and found himself yet again in the Hospital Wing. Mind blank and fuzzy, he looked down to the end of the room. Some thought buzzed at the back of his head as he saw the drawn curtains around the bed.
Suddenly Harry's line of vision was blocked by a white flowery apron. "Oh good Harry dear, you're up." Madam Pomfrey said, bustling around his bed. Harry lay still as she did tests on his body. "Fine, you're all fine. Now get down to breakfast, I'm sure your friends'll be worried." she said, chewing on her bottom lip.
Harry nodded and scrambled out of bed, picking up his pile of clothes from the nightstand next to his bed. Madam Pomfrey closed the curtains and he heard her bustling around her offices, and when he was dressed, he opened the curtains and looked out. Madam Pomfrey was leaning over the other bed, muttering words and ladling goblets of potion.
"Oh Harry!" she said, jumping up and quickly pulling the curtains closed. "Good you're ready. Now get down to breakfast and eat something!" she said warmly. She quickly covered the cauldron and stood up. Again, Harry felt the buzzing of familiarity in his head. It faded away as Madam Pomfrey walked over to him. She picked up the empty goblet next to his bed and gestured to the door. "Well? Get going already!" she said, eyes twinkling. Harry was inexplicably reminded of Blaise's eyes. Harry grinned and gathered his bags.
"Thanks Poppy." he said, giving her a small hug.
"No problem Mr. Potter." she said as Harry set off towards the doors. "Oh and Harry." he turned, hand on the door, "I don't want to see you again for at least another two weeks, you hear me?" she told him sternly.
Harry laughed, "Sure thing Poppy." he opened the door and left. Madam Pomfrey watched the door close behind him.
"Did it work?" Snape asked, coming to stand next to her.
"I think so. He doesn't seem to remember." she replied.
"Good." Snape said.
"I don't know if it'll be strong enough. You know how he is." she said, looking up at Snape.
"It'll be strong enough for now." he told her, turning back towards the doors Harry had walked through.
They both knew it would have to be, for Harry's sake.
Draco was tired, hungry, and he hadn't finished his Divination essay. And now what was he doing? He was in the owlrey writing a letter to his father. He swore as his quill left a splotch of ink on his note. Sighing, he quickly finished and signed his name, "hugs and butterfly kisses, your Draco." He sealed the envelope and whistled, calling his black owl down from the rafters.
He watched her sweep down to perch on the ledge next to him. Tayrawr hooted softly and stuck out her leg, allowing Draco to tie his letter on. He stroked her softly on the head and she rubbed against his outstretched hand.
"That's for father." Draco whispered softly. She nipped him gently on the finger and spread her wings out, shaking her tail fathers. "You know where to find him. Be safe." he whispered as she flew up into the sky. He waited until she was merely a dark spec in the sky before he turned away from the window and walked down to breakfast.
Harry was crossing the entrance hall when he was ambushed by a head of bushy hair. "OH HARRY WE WERE SO WORRIED!" Hermione wailed, not relinquishing her grip on him. Slowly Harry detached her hands from around him and looked over her head at the Ginger standing awkwardly next to them.
"So what's up Ron?" Harry said, grinning at his best friend. Ron grinned back and walked foreword to hug Harry. "So why all the fuss you two?" he asked them.
"All the fuss!" Hermione asked, "How do you expect us to act after what happened to you!"
Harry looked at her, perplexed, and laughed. "haha you guys very funny. I mean I've only been gone for what? Ten hours? It was just a minor blackout, nothing Madam Pomfrey couldn't handle."
Ron looked at him quizzically, "Uh Harry?" he asked, "Do you know what day it is?"
"It's Thursday right? Last night was Wednesday when we had Quidditch tryouts. Right?" he asked, wondering what this was all about.
"Oh Harry!" Hermione wailed, throwing her arms around him again. Harry looked questioningly at Ron from around Hermione's head. Ron just shook his head and shrugged.
"It's Sunday Harry. You've been completely out for three days." Ron said. Now Harry understood. A snuffling sound came from the girl still flung around him. Harry soothingly rubbed her back, trying to calm Hermione enough to extract himself from her hold.
"Look like you've been beaten again Weasley." a snide voice came from across the entrance hall. "Or do you three have an 'understanding'?" It drawled.
The three whirled around, Hermione finally relinquishing her grip on Harry. To no one's surprise, Malfoy and co. stood just outside the entrance to the dungeons.
"What do you want Malfoy?" Harry asked, voice ringing in the Entranceway. Malfoy just leaned against the wall lazily, not deeming a reply necessary.
Harry looked over to the group, deciding whether it would be smart to fight this out, or run away. The appearance of Blaise from the dungeon entrance made up his mind.
"Come on guys, let's go." he muttered to Ron and Hermione. Together they opened the doors to the Great Hall and slipped inside, closing them quickly behind them.
Damn it! Draco thought. He turned to look at Blaise, and to his surprise his eyes were filled with fury. "Come on you guys, let's go." he said, turning and dragging Blaise with him through the doors to the Great Hall.
Spotting Myra, Draco made his way over to the Slytherin table. She scooted over to make room for him and he sat down, giving her a hug.
"You're late Draco." Myra said, "What were you doing?" she asked.
Loading his plate with pancakes and cinnamon rolls, Draco answered, "I just woke up late, it is Sunday after all." she nodded and continued to eat her eggs. She looked him up and down as he dug into his food.
"Hey Draco." she said.
"Yeah." he answered, not looking up from his plate. "What?"
"Are you feeling alright?" she asked, "You look really tired." there was concern written all over her face.
"Yah. I am tired, so are my door mates...and Pansy. I've been having bad nightmares, can't sleep past four or five." he answered in between mouthfuls.
"Have you gotten a sleeping draught, maybe that would help." she offered, all her attention on Draco.
"Already tried that." Draco replied, still concentrating on his food. "And silencing charms. It's driving my roommates mad." he said, indicating Pansy and Goyle, who were leaning on each other, staring blearily at Blaise and Crabbe across the table.
"Well at least there's an easy solution for that." Myra said, smiling at him. "Ask Dumbledore to give you your own room."
Draco snorted, "And why would that old coot grant me, a Slytherin, something like that?" he asked.
"You're a prefect, right? Doesn't Pansy have her own room? Why shouldn't you too?" Myra asked, looking skeptically at him.
"Well yeah, but she has...certain circumstances in her favor for that one." Draco replied, before refilling his glass with Pumpkin Juice.
Myra rolled her eyes, "Stop making excuses! Anyways," she said, resting her arm on his shoulder, "if you had your own room maybe we could see more of each other."
Draco was saved from the need to reply by the entrance of the owls into the Great Hall. He watched as they swooped down, dropping packages and letters into the laps of their recipients. Only a few stayed long enough to nibble at their owner's breakfast before flying off. Draco caught sight of that snowy owl of Potter's as it landed in front of him, making the mass of owls already there scatter to make room.
"Why's Potter getting all that mail?" Blaise asked from across the table. He was watching worriedly as more owls arrived in front of Potter.
Draco rolled his eyes and winked at Myra, "Why wouldn't he be getting all that mail?" he asked, "What with all the fanwitches fawning over him. Not to mention the Harry Potter Fanclub..." Malfoy trailed off, catching the murderous look on Blaise's face.
"Well they shouldn't be writing to him." Blaise growled. "Maybe I should-"
"No." Draco cut him off, "There will be no rash actions being done about Potter and his fan mail, so just sit and eat your breakfast!" he said sternly.
With no other choice but to do as he was told, Blaise sat, glowering over at the Gryffindor table. By now the swarm of owls had abated and Potter now sat with a pile of letters and his flustered owl. He was cooing to her, softly stroking her head in an attempt to calm her down. She hooted and nibbled his finger affectionately as she offered him her foot. After he detached the letter from her she nipped his ear and swooped off to the owlrey.
Harry was happy to see the familiar writing of his godfather on the envelope. He opened it quickly and took out the slightly lumpy letter. He opened up the sheet of parchment and smiled as a silver ring rolled out. He had written to Sirius a week ago asking him to send it, just in case things happened as Harry planned. Unless of course he was wrong and- Harry didn't like to think about THAT option.
Quickly Harry slipped the ring into his pocket before his friends could catch sight of it, but not before a certain Slytherin saw it. He then opened the letter and began to read:
"Harry, I'm happy to hear that you are having a good first few weeks at Hogwarts. This attraction you are having is very intriguing and as per your request I have enclosed The Ring. Although I do not know what your plans for it are, remember that we shall not judge you no matter who your chosen one is. Whoever it is will be one lucky girl. Things at the Graveyard* aren't going well. Since our Silver Prince* left us chaos has reigned and many have been killed or injured and many more have been captured. Now even Snake Master* won't go on any missions. Three days ago Madman* was almost kidnapped while off-duty and is now at St. Mungo's for torture-injuries. The Dark Master* is getting stronger and his Night Riders* are everywhere. Be careful.
Hoping to hear from you soon,
Snuffles "
Harry sighed, of course things were looking bad for their side. The final battle would soon be starting, Harry knew that. He also knew that most of the new attacks were targeting one place: Hogwarts.
Harry looked down at his pile of letters. Well, he thought, might as well get on with this. There was no need to be depressing. Smiling again, he folded Sirius's letter and put it in his pocket. Hermione looked up from her book when she heard him opening up the first of his many fan mail letters.
"Oooohhhh!" she squealed. "Who're these from!" the next ten or so minutes were spent pouring over the many sappy, ridiculous, and overly hilarious notes.
Blaise scowled as Harry tucked the ring safely in his pocket. Who was sending Harry jewelry? Had Harry already found someone? Or was the ring for someone here? These thoughts swirled around in Blaise's head as he watched Harry smile at whatever was in the letter and put it carefully in his pocket. His scowl got even deeper as Harry and his friends laughed over Harry's many letters.
After one very racy letter about Harry, whipped cream, and handcuffs a witch from Kent had sent him Harry was quite exasperated with all his fangirls. "None of them even know me." he said, "But they all still think they love me."
Hermione laughed at this. Taking hold of Harry's hand she said, "We know you Harry. Are we allowed to love you?" She raised an eyebrow at him and Harry had to fight not to laugh. Leaning in she whispered, "Zabini's watching you again." Harry laughed and took hold of her other hand.
"Why?" he asked her, fighting the impulse to turn and look.
"How am I supposed to know?" Hermione responded.
Harry thought for a second, and a wonderful, conniving, very Slytherin thought bloomed in his mind. "Might as well put on a show then." He whispered in her ear. Stifling laughter, Hermione nodded. Harry looked across the table at Ron and winked, as he draped one arm across Hermione's shoulder.
Looking quite miffed, Ron asked, "What are you two DOING!" obviously very slow on the uptake. After all, Ron thought, my arm should be the only one allowed to do that and-um-er-eep! Banishing those thoughts from his head, Ron looked at those two. They were grinning maliciously at him.
"You see." Hermione said, snuggling slightly into Harry and making Ron remind himself that he WAS NOT JEALOUS! "Currently a Blaise Zabini is watching our friend Harry here."
"So?" Ron asked, not following her drift.
"And our friend Harry here happens to like Blaise Zabini's watching him. Although he'd probably prefer Blaise Zabini's doing OTHER things to him." she said slyly.
Harry, who had just moments before taken a swig of Pumpkin Juice, promptly started choking. "Hermione!" he said, scandalized.
"Oh don't deny it Harry, it's quite obvious." she said, smiling kindly at him while she ran her fingers through his hair.
"But what does that have to do with what you two are doing?" Ron asked, clearly too obviously slow to understand.
Harry sighed at his friend and rested his head lightly on Hermione's shoulder, the very picture of an in-love boyfriend. "Jealousy is the key to success." Harry told Ron. "Plus it just pisses Bla-Zabini off. And he's just so damn SEXY when he's angry." Harry added.
Covertly, Harry looked at Blaise out of the corner of his eye. He sighed contentedly when he saw Blaise staring straight at them. Of course, as he wrapped his arms around Hermione, he did not notice the daggers Blaise was glaring at Hermione.
Seeing Harry whisper in that-that MUDBLOODS ear was too much for Blaise to handle. Before Draco could stop him, Blaise sprang up from the table and ran from the Great Hall. As the doors shut behind him, Draco turned to Myra. "So, have I ever told you about my broomstick collection?"
The next week was proving to be Hell for Draco. What did he care about house unity projects? But yet he still could be found in the Astronomy Tower, neutral territory, on a perfectly beautiful Monday night.
Not bothering to pay attention to what the other prefects were saying, Draco was plotting his next moves on Myra. So far things were going well. They were at least friends, if not a little more, but unfortunately that was the least of his problems.
You see what Draco had forgotten about was the competition that would have to take place between the runners for Princess. And then of course he would just have to beat Nott to the position of Prince.
When all was said and done at the meeting, Draco quickly hurried back to Slytherin territory with Pansy by his side. Upon reaching the common room Draco spotted Myra curled up in an armchair by the fire and he flopped down onto a nearby couch.
Pansy sprawled down on her normal seat and gave Draco the Look. "What?" he drawled at her. She just rolled her eyes back.
"Did you even listen to one word at the meeting?" she asked him.
Draco sneered back at her. "Who cares about inter-house unity? I have my own house unity to worry about." he drawled, stretching out his arms and flinging his hair from his face. Pansy snickered. "What?" he asked her, frowning.
"Nothing." she huffed, rolling her eyes again. "I was pretty surprised when you didn't throw a fit at our idea, but if you weren't paying attention..." she trailed off.
"What do you mean 'our idea'? What idea is this?" he asked her, eyes narrowed.
"You'll just have to wait and see." she countered. She stood up and stretched her back. Flipping her hair onto her back, she turned back to Draco. "We're announcing all the house's ideas at our house gathering Friday. You'll see then."
Yawning, she gathered her books and bag. "Well I'm off to bed. Come on Goyle." she said over her shoulder as she turned to the stairs leading to Slytherin Tower.
Goyle scrambled from his spot perched on the arm of her chair to follow Pansy to the stairs. Pansy turned again. "Oh and Draco, Quidditch tryouts tomorrow, don't forget." she said before turning and going up the stairs, Goyle close behind her.
"UUUUGGGGHHHHH!" Draco groaned, whacking his head a pillow. Could this week get any worse?
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Graveyard=Grimmauld Place (OoTP headquarters), Silver Prince=Nellie Lovett, Snake Master=Severus Snape, Madman=Mad-eye Moody, Dark Master=Voldemort, Night Riders=Death Eaters
