VOTE RESULTS:
With Names: Draco-9
Blaise Zabini-3
Theodore Nott-0
With Numbers (which you were supposed to do anyway): 1-2
2-3
3-4
THE WINNER: Look down---\/
Chapter Eight: Brought Upon Yourself
"Émeraude Amour, Emerald Love," a Slytherin boy whispered to himself. He looked around the room. Could his pen pal be a Slytherin?
He re-read the letter before leaving the hall to run down to the dungeons to write a letter back to Émeraude Amour. This letter-writing thing was a fun idea, though he wouldn't admit it.
"Slithering serpent," he said, opening up the portrait hole.
"Hey Theo."
Theo looked up at Draco Malfoy on the leather couch in front of him.
"Hey Malfoy," Theo replied, taking a seat in the large armchair across the coffee table.
"What have you got there?" He asked.
Theo looked down at his hands, completely forgetting the letter he had just been reading.
"Er-nothing. Letter from my mum." Theo put the letter in his robe pocket.
"She trying to get you to, um, you know-" Draco tapped his left forearm with his fist.
Theo shook his head slowly. "The Dark Lord might be gaining power, but I think Dumbledore might have something up his sleeve."
"Yeah, especially with that whole pen pal thing." Draco sat up in the couch. "How's that going for you anyway?"
Theo looked around the room. It was empty save a few portraits who were wrapped up in their own lives.
"Well, um, it's okay. I guess. You?"
"I got paired with some Ravenclaw chick." Draco smirked. "We're meeting tonight in that room Potter found the other year."
Theo rolled his eyes and let out a small chuckle. "Draco, you're too much for your own good."
Draco stood up and stretched as he said, "that I am, Theo." The two boys laughed as they headed up the staircase to the dormitories. "So what's up with your pen pal?"
Theo paused on the step. Should he tell Draco? He was his best friend. With him and Blaise, the three had been best friends since diapers. "Well, she's an upperclassman, reads, and has an interesting taste in music."
Draco turned around and looked at Theo. "Interesting."
"Back off Draco," Theo pushed past Draco and continued up the stairs. "We haven't spoken enough to ask questions as personal as that."
"You're interested," Draco smiled as he chased Theo up the stairs. "Haha. I can tell."
Theo flopped on his bed and took out his wand.
He aimed at the door, took aim and said "petrificus totalus," lazily as Draco walked through the door. He smirked at the frozen figure that fell to the floor. Theo took out his letter and continued to finish it before writing his response.
"You only brought this upon yourself," Theo chuckled as he gave his letter to his owl.
