Here I am again!
Thanks for the reviews - I couldn't feel more honoured even if I tried to!
If there are any mistakes hidden in here, go on with the strategy of ignoring... Sorry, I was really tired when I wrote it and as you all know, this isn't my mother tongue! Hope you like it anyway... Oh, and for all the Pansy-fans out there (if they exist °°): Please forgive me. I don't like her very much as you will soon notice...
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What the heck had happened in there?
On his way back to the Slytherin dungeons he kept asking this the whole time. Why did Potter had to be so fucking infuriating? It was simply impossible to remain calm if the stupid Gryffindor was around him. Staring at him with these innocent, wide green eyes that couldn't be less like his own. Moving with a native pride and determination, much unlike his own movement which was more cat-like, elegant and full of unspoken promises. Did there ever exist two people who had less in common than him and the boy wonder?
He sighed and shook his head. Bloody Potter. Bloody feelings. Bloody fucking hell in which he accidentally stumbled!
With an angry growl he pushed through the portrait hole, ignoring the angry hiss he received from its inhabitant. Long ago it had become common knowledge not to mess with Draco Malfoy's mood swings, and even the portraits adopted the avoidance treatment he received whenever his eyes blazed in cold fury like they did right now.
"Next time I want to hear the password, dear prince", the Ugly Knight yelled after him, only to be rewarded with one of Draco's 'say-one-more-word-and-I-will-find-a-way-to-climb-into-that-stupid-picture-and-stick-that-idiotic-thing-you-call-sword-up-your-fat-ass'-glares, making the knight bow and stumble over his too-long sword. "Only if you want to, my lord, only if you want to..."
Draco ignored him and continued his way up to his dorm. Unfortunately, Pansy's sense for Draco's well-being was as less developed as her intelligence so that she jerked out of her chair as soon as she spotted him and throw her arms around his neck, placing herself directly in harms way.
"Drac, I've been looking for you! Where have you been? I just wanted to tell you that although Blaise tried to seduce me, I stayed away from him. You were the first one who touched me and you will be the last one!" She blinked at him with adoration in her eyes, giving him the strong urge to bang his head against something solid. Blaise, trying to seduce someone and not succeeding? Not going to happen unless the Italian tried his luck with Dumbledore himself. The dark-haired for sure had his charms and Pansy was just too easy to manipulate not to fall for him if he wanted her to.
"I was the first one who touched a lot of people in this castle", he replied and tried to free himself without throwing her on the floor although all his thoughts went into that direction. Throw her down, come on, throw her down, just once, throw her down, come on, just once, throw her...
"Yeah, right, I know about your sex life before us", she said matter-of-factly which made a few eyebrows in the common room raise. Before? More like before, between and afterwards. 'Always' would be much more precise than 'before us', leaving out the fact that there was no 'us' between Draco and piggy Pansy.
He sighed and managed to shove her hands of him. (As he only wanted to be touched by someone who didn't look like Pansy at all.)
"Look, Pansy, I think you should really forget this thing... whatever it was. I'm not going to... well... do it again. Got that?" Urgh, just the thought of hearing her animalistic cries again made him shiver. Why did women had to make such strange noises in bed? A complete turn-off. It was definitely better to stick to his own gender.
"You think we should wait til marriage? Oh Drac, that's so romantic! I never thought that this was in you!" Pansy shouted, completly oblivious to the fact that Draco's pale face became even paler. He looked as if someone had just sucked all of his blood out of him - and not in the nice way. All eyes in the room turned towards them and the blonde suddenly felt like vomiting. As if his day hadn't been bad enough! Now this person with the IQ of an apple had to cross his way and talked about marriage! Could it get any worse?
"NO!" he hissed back, "I'm not fucking romantic! And definitely not if it comes to you!" Again, his thoughts turned in the dangerous direction of throwing her to the ground. Just once, but very hard, just once, throw her down, just once...
"Ah, Drac, you don't have to be ashamed if you want to make your loved ones happy", she declared with a soft smile that turned his stomach upside down. Had there ever been a living being that could walk, talk and act as if one was completely normal, but be as totally insane as she was? Was there even a brain in that thick skull of hers?
"Pansy", he said very calmly, his voice barely above a whisper, "if you don't get it on the nice way, I'll have to use the hard one. I'M NOT GOING TO FUCKING MARRY YOU AS YOUR BRAIN PROBABLY HAS THE SIZE OF ONE OF MY BALLS! AND I WILL NEVER EVER GOING TO LET YOU COME NEAR MY BED AGAIN BECAUSE I WOULD RATHER LICK MCGONAGALL'S NIPPLES THAN YOURS! HAS THIS INFORMATION REACHED THE CRUMPLED THING THAT YOU CALL BRAIN?!" He wouldn't be surprised if his angry shouting was echoing through the whole castle, but he didn't care in the slightest. Hopefully Pansy had finally gotten the message that he wasn't interested in her. Never was. Never would be. Never EVER.
She stared at him in shock and didn't move, making him sigh. Hell, he couldn't stand her presence any longer. Perhaps he should eat dinner, it was about time... And he could get rid of Pansy, something that he probably wouldn't manage if he only went to his dorm.
So he turned on his heel and marched the whole way back that he had just taken, passed the library and went into the dining hall, when he heard sudden steps behind him and a voice of which he had hoped not to hear it again so very soon.
"But Drac!" Pansy shouted at the top of her lungs as if she wanted to make sure that really the whole school was listening to her little tirade, "you can't do this! We belong together and you know it!"
He stopped dead and gritted his teeth. What had he done to be punished so badly? Couldn't any god with a little sympathy for the good-looking ones just throw a lightning at her?
"Pansy, this is the first and the last time I say this, so better listen closely", he hissed between clenched teeth, "I'm fucking gay and if I ever, in my entire life, wanted to go for girls, having you in my bed cured me of this wrong-thinking! And if you are going to bewitch yourself so that your breasts surprisingly turn into a cock, I'm still not going for you as you are a) too fucking dumb and b) too bloody annoying! Just looking at you annoys the hell out of me! To Voldemort's stinking socks, leave me alone!"
Her eyes widened and he could literally see how the light bulb behind her forehead was switched on. Tears welled up in her eyes and she stared to howl like a puppy that has been left in the rain, while Draco rolled his eyes and went to his place. He would have given his right hand to make her shut up but knew well enough that curses against fellow students weren't exactly tolerated in school. So he only filled his plate with food and began to eat, hoping that his other actions would free his mind of the constant sound that filled the hall.
When he finally wasn't able to eat any more, he looked up, half expecting to see Pansy's watery eyes only to notice with relief that she had hidden in the arms of Goyle to be comforted in her oh-so-deep sorrow. Instead his eyes met Potter, who in this exact moment was being kissed by Ginny Weasley.
His jaw dropped and he blinked several times to make sure that he wasn't only halluzinating. What was going on here? When did they have become a couple? Was there somewhere a girl that didn't want to stuck her tongue down Potter's throat?!
"What is she doing there?" he asked angrily, turning his head to meet the happily grinning face of Blaise Zabini.
"Kissing, I suppose", he replied nonchalantly, receiving a furious growl from his extremly tense best friend.
"Okay, okay", Blaise said hastily, sensing the danger (as he had, in contrast to some other Slytherins - mostly females who obviously hadn't any brains at all, no names toldd - enough instinct to notice mortal danger if he was confronted with it), "it's probably the mistle toes. Remember? Today is Day Two. Now Dumbledorky has bewitched them to make the person who steps under a mistle toe to go directly to the person he or she is attracted to and kiss her. Isn't this just lovely?"
"Lovely?!" Draco exclaimed, "do you know how hard I have to avoid those fucking mistle toes now if I don't want to make a complete fool of myself? Yeah, you're right. It's just peachy. Awesome, really."
"Well, if anything calmes you right now, take a look at Potter's face. He doesn't seem to be very happy about weaslette's feelings himself", Blaise stated.
Draco looked back towards the golden triplet and relief washed over him. Blaise was right, Harry didn't look satisfied one bit. It seemed more as if he was struck with horror.
"If you want to be sure, just ask him", the Italian suggested, interrupting his thoughts and making the blonde frown.
"Yeah, I will just walk over to him and ask how his love life is going", he said sarcastically, "he probably will tell me everything, as we are the best friends around."
Blaise only snorted and began to eat his dessert, while Draco's mind began to spin.
"Hm", he finally made thoughtfully, "I think I just got an idea."
With that he got up, leaving an irritated Blaise behind, and strolled towards the Gryffindors who were reaching the front door by now. Harry stopped and looked up at the ceiling, an unhappy look on his face. Evidently he wasn't very content with the new mistle-toe-charm either.
Draco coughed silently, making the Gryffindor turn around. His eyes immediately narrowed. "Malfoy", he said coldly, "what do you want?"
The blonde inwardly cursed the whole stupid situation but did his best not to show any of his unuseful feelings. "Let's bet, Potter", he suggested, crossing his arms over his chest and staring intently in those just too green eyes of the person in front of him.
"I'm not the betting type", Harry replied, throwing a look across the Great Hall which gave Draco the sudden fear that the Gryffindor would start walking through the room, underneath all those mistle-toes... Better not think about that.
"Scared?" Draco asked, grinning maliciously, "although you don't even know what we're betting about?"
"I don't care", Harry said stubbornly, "I'm not betting with you."
A tangle of fury shot through his eyes, mixed with frustration. Damn, couldn't this stupid will-be-Hero for once in his life forget everything about moral and dignity? How disastrous could a bet become?!
"Come on, Pot-Head", he insisted, "you can win something VERY important. Very important indeed."
Harry didn't give him the pleasure to flush even one bit but merely sighed. "And what would that be?"
"Whoever wins", Draco announced, grinning like a shark about to bit a leg off, "has one wish to be fulfilled by the loser."
The Gryffindor smiled lopsidedly. "Still, the question remains: Why should I bet with you? You have nothing to offer that I wish for."
Ouch, that hurt. How very nice to put into words what was making his life miserable right now. Fucking fabulous.
Anyway, he was not going to show any of this emotions. Ha! As if Malfoys ever showed what they felt! You gotta be kidding!
"Not even something every good-hearted Gryffindor craves for... like peace between Slytherin and Gryffindor? You know, I could handle that." Indeed, he could. But apparently he hadn't seen the need to do so til now.
Harry didn't seem to be very enthusiastic about the offer, but at least he remained silent for some seconds. After a while, he asked: "And would would I have to do?"
"It works for both of us", Draco replied instantly, knowing full well that Harry would never accept the bet if he was the only one who was going to do something, "I would have to do the same as you. We would ask each other questions and swear to tell the truth. Who lies, loses. Who refuses to answer to one of the question, loses, too. So - you're in?" He hold out his hand, holding his breath and hoping that he had tempted Harry enough. But honestly - that had to be golden boy's dream, hadn't it? Peace between Slytherin and Gryffindor? Dumbledore would be oh-so-proud and it fitted just too perfect in this whole 'Harry-Potter-suffers-for-the-world's-sake-he-is-the-holy-martyr'-thing. He just had to accept! He had to! He had to!!!
Harry stared at his hand as if it was poisened. Finally he sighed and took it. "I'm in", he replied, sounding as if he had just signed his own death sentence.
Draco grinned and was close to jump around foolishly. Ha, he got him! Now he would get his answers! He was so clever, it was astonishing that he was so good-looking! How could God be so generous with gifts if it came to Draco? He was adorably handsome, with the face of an angel and the body of a god, he was sexy as hell and he was so cunning and intelligent that he easily could win a chess tournament against Einstein. And, last but not least, he was going to get Potter. For sure!
