Author: Ann Leony
Summary: Malfoy wish come true.
A/N: This was inspired by a picture of Draco Malfoy leaning on a stone wall during Care of Magical Creatures. The list, I tried to make it all man, but I have to include girls because I don't know that many characters, and you could only use original character that much. Have to do more homework and Cedric is not Dead cause he's too beautiful to die.

By the way, if they are any mistakes in name or spelling of some things, I apologizes beforehand. I'm at college and I don't have any of the books for reference. I'm living of other fictions. Oh yeah, I just started my second year, so 'Yey' to me and I got the Dean's list for both semesters. I going good.

Chapter Twelve

Draco Malfoy was minding his own business, reading his usual potions book that seemed like the only thing that conquered his spare time. He was sitting quite comfortably in his favorite sofa in front of the common room fire, when Pansy-Big-Mouth-Parkinson storm in with the widest grin on her face. Sure, they never really intended to get married and he really like her for herself, he usually avoid her scheming mood, the prattle give him headaches. He bend lower to make sure that she did not see him but alas, she strode straight towards him. Apparently what she wants to talk about seems to have something to do with him.

Pansy was ecstatic and since he couldn't talk with Blaise first ( "He locked himself in his room and won't let anyone in! ") she decided to tell her happy news to the person involved . Draco have that cornered look again, the same look that he wore when they were eight, at her tea party that she insist that he wore one of her gowns. He did wear it, her being quite a formidable force, but he made her swore not to tell anybody on the pain of death or being thrown into a pit filled with fanged gerbils. She did remarked that he look quite pretty, which made him run crying to his mother while she continued laughing all that time. They never played tea party together again.

" Draco dear, I do believe I'm your bearer of good news and you will be forever indebted to me, maybe even naming your first born after me, no matter the gender." She tittered as his eyebrow move up in question, almost losing itself in his fringe.

" What do you say if I could give you you're hearts desire?" she loved the suspense and keep thinking if Weasley and Draco ever got together, sales could be boost up.

" You're going to make Voldemort lose his mind, more than now anyway, have amnesia, run naked into the forbidden forest singing 'Auld Lang Syne' and disappear forever?" He sat up, close his book and turned towards her. There's definitely hope in his voice.

" No silly, the other one. Although I think I should be worried that you would want to see Voldy naked." She seems to think he somehow was overwrought with the situation as his father is still in Azkaban.

" You'll make Potter die a gruesome death, on a cliff and a full moon night with Ro... I mean Weasel chained to a boulder and completely at my evilly-laughing mercy?" Draco couldn't keep the excitement from his voice and eyes and Pansy began to doubt his sanity. Oh well, he'll soon be Weasley's problem.

"Close, very close but not quite. You see, I stumble on a conversation that could be the answer to all your prayers. Weasley confessed to Granger that he is, in fact, in love with you." She finished in triumph and seems to want to trump it to the world or at least the First Years who's just coming in.

Draco first went very still, as if he couldn't comprehend what she just said. Then suddenly, he grasped her hands and his eyes shining, almost screaming in her ears, " Really Pansy, I mean, he really said that?".

She never had seen him more happy than that moment. " I swear to you he admitted it to Granger. His, sort of, exact words was only you could quench something and something else about your souls. My brain was kind of dead at the point where he said he was in love with you."

Having confirmed that, he closed his eyes and happily past out.

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Blaise was tiptoeing along the dungeon floor trying to get to Snape's office and preventing himself from being seen by anyone. Twice he had to get behind a tapestry, once into a broom closet and down one balcony to avoid Filch, Mrs. Norris and Peeves. It was all made the more difficult by the baggy robe that he was wearing just in case anyone did see him. It totally cover his curves but he looks like he was drowning in the clothes and it was giving the illusion that he was ten and quite innocent.

Just a few more doors to Snape's office, he heard loud footsteps behind him and quickened his pace. He looked over his shoulder, the noise was getting louder and he crashed into somebody from the opposite direction. All of a sudden he was trapped down by a warm body and his head began to spin. There is no way that person did not notice his womanly curves.

"Blaise, is that you?" And he knows that voice. 'Oh, bugger!'

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Neville Longbottom would never be the person that anybody hate. In fact, even Snape and Malfoy were only annoyed by him. He got great friends, especially Harry Potter, which his grandmother keep telling everybody she meets. But then again, nobody was in love with him either. He 's not bad looking, according to Seamus anyway. He's taller than Ron now, his magic improved by acquiring a new wand and except for potions, he is doing really well in all the other subjects. All in all, he have a good life. Not a complete one, as his one hearts desire apparently was at this very moment crouching behind a pillar spying at one of his roommates.

He wonder if he should intervene, a crouching ferret is probably creating trouble. Until of course he saw the look on the said ferret face. Adoration and a large dollop of lust is very obvious in the stares that were directed in Ron's way. Just great, of all that could screw up with his life, the only person that he want, although he didn't know why either, have a liking for his practically straight friend, Ron Weasley. Draco Malfoy, the bane of his existence, along with Snape, have been crowding his dreams even before he notice that no girls ever made their way there. This happens right when they were starting fourth year. Sure, others would go through the denial phase first, but Neville accepted his sexuality easily, maybe because he had no girlfriends before.

Neville then saw Draco turned around and staring him right in the face, Draco's turning paler than he possibly could and he could feel the blood rush to his face and another part of his anatomy. He noticed that Draco didn't gel his hair back ("Must be because today is Saturday and there's no class.") and with that scared look, he looked almost adorable and Neville just felt like he wanted to comfort him. Too bad, that look did not stick to Draco face and the usual annoying smirk that make his angelic face almost ugly was back again. Almost, more is the pity.

He stopped cowering years ago, but then again he never admitted to being the most courageous lion in Gryffindor. He still feel a bit of the apprehension that never quite leave him when he knows he is going to get into trouble, whether by his own doing (like the time when he knowingly gave the Tatanculas extra manure. That was just asking for trouble) or by the hands of others ( like the time Hermione Petrificus Totalus in the middle of the common room in the middle of the cold night (yes, he's still holding a grudge), or the time they have to rushed to the Ministry to satisfy Harry's tendency for, what Ron called, heroics. And he could get on all day on that topic).

He actually backed to the stone wall, as Draco-Gorgeous-Malfoy strode closer to him with a purposeful face. He smirked again as he opened his mouth to speak. His voice became strangely soothing and coaxing. A nice sound on him.

" Stop whimpering Longbottom. " but he wasn't whimpering, really! " I need to ask you a favor." He smiled again. But this time it's like he was trying to hard to get Neville to do what he wants , the smile was too sweet. He continued, " You're roommate with Weasel, right? "and Neville doesn't like the sound of that.

TBC

A/N: I did the squiggles on request, dunno if it's gonna show up. Cross your fingers.