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A/N: The last chapter seems to have nothing to it, so I'm putting this out at about the same time. Plus, I did kind of leave you without updates for a while...he he...u.u;
A Jealous Flower and her Pet Dragon
Madam Pomphrey was looking over Hermione's hair, tutting.
"This will take a good deal of work to get out..."
"But you can, can't you?"
"Well, certainly, though it'd be easier if one could just cut most of it off instead..."
"Cut it off?!" Hermione had waited outside the hospital wing with Harry and Ron for half an hour. (Unfortunately, the clock in the Gryffindor common room was fast) and Hermione had had to sit there as practically the entire school walked by. Apparently, some of the stairs were being temperamental, so they all lead to the hospital wing. Everyone on their way to dinner had to walk right by the trio. It was all Hermione could do to ignore their remarks. And now she'd have to go out there with short hair as well?!
"Please, Madam Pomphrey, there must be another way..."
"Hermione, I know you like your hair as is, but I simply don't have enough supplies to get this gunk out of THAT much hair. Come now, it'll grow back in time. It's only hair." Hermione sighed resignedly, turning her back to Madam Pomphrey as she picked up a pair of scissors.
* * *
Pansy Parkinson couldn't have thought of a better sight to see on her way to the Great Hall. Granger's hair, which had already been a disaster by itself, had been covered in goop. The best part had been seeing it glow from down the hall in the dim castle light. She thought she'd catch one more glance at the gunk-haired bookworm after dinner, so she headed back towards the hospital wing.
Sadly, though, she arrived at the hospital wing just as Hermione stepped out, gunk-free. Pansy was fuming with disappointment until she noticed something odd. Something odd that she didn't like at all. She turned straight around, stalking off to the dungeons.
* * *
Draco Malfoy was sitting on his bed, sorting through pictures. He had to make sure that he had the correct blackmail pictures in the right piles. Otherwise, he'd lose the essence of blackmail, in which he would be the only one to know, and thus, had to be quieted. Normally by favors and errands of sorts. Anything that suited his fancy, really. He also had to see who exactly he could blackmail now. He never took any of his pictures. Mostly, they were stolen from Colin Creevey. (The little hyperactive freak took so many, he forgot the subjects for nearly all of them, and never missed the rolls of film Crabbe and Goyle stole.) And now that these had been developed, he could put them to some use.
After putting aside yet another picture of Seamus and Lavender (they were useless to blackmail now, seeing as most other people were catching on to those two) Draco found a most interesting one.
"Well, I'd never expect him to do anything alone. I thought he was attached to his brother...but this IS an interesting development, isn't it?" Draco smiled wickedly, taking in the full aspect of what this photo meant. That is, until the door slammed open.
"Pansy? Really, you're going to scare the shiznits out of someone, slamming back doors like that..." Draco went back to his pictures. Slytherins didn't care so much about the girl/boy dorm rules. Mostly, they believed that if they wanted to be together that badly, they'd find a way to do it anyway. Pansy had come up to the boys' dorm often enough, though she'd given up on anything happening between herself and Draco.
Last summer, Pansy had gotten to spend her vacation at Malfoy Manor. Then, she'd been excited. Of course, then, she'd still been fawning over Draco. She soon discovered that this was hardly worth it. Sure, Draco seemed to enjoy the attention. But their sudden burst of time together had shown her that he enjoyed it for just that and nothing more. He really didn't like her that way. Plus, he was...and how could she say this? A bit preoccupied. The whole summer, and still she only heard about the Gryffindorks and how he'd get them back. There WAS more to life than making Gryffindors suffer, though that was a definite perk. All in all, their relationship had changed significantly.
Of course, Draco wasn't an idiot. He noticed the change. Part of him was a bit upset to loose this fawning attention. It could be fun, at times. Though there were those times where it was downright annoying as well. And this sudden ability to get second opinions that were longer than grunts and nods had its upsides.
And sometimes downsides.
Not to mention the complaining. And sometimes nagging. And the fact that she never seemed to tire of telling him that all his plans were downright pointless. And the fact that she slammed the door of his dorm at least twice a day just to get at him JUST to do all this crap. They weren't sure if they were friends or enemies anymore.
It was a very odd relationship indeed.
"Did you catch a look at Granger today, out by the hospital wing?"
"Of course. I even hope to have Crabbe and Goyle steal Creevey's film evidence of it. I'm sure the little freak's got a shot of it."
"Yes, well, did you see her AFTER she left the hospital wing?" Draco looked up at her, wondering what the fuss was this time.
"No...I came here. Where you found me." 'Like you always find me,' he added silently. Why couldn't she, for once, find someone else to yell at?
"Then you didn't see what that...that little...ooo! There's no word for it!" She threw back the curtain surrounding half of Draco's bed, and sat down abruptly. This sent all his piles of pictures flying away, scattered about the floor.
"Gee, Pansy. You seem a little upset. Want to sit down then?" Draco tried to fight the urge to curse her on the spot.
"You didn't see! Ooo, I SWEAR I'll make her sorry she ever chose that hairstyle..."
"Hairstyle? Let me get this straight. You upset all of my work and are wasting my time about a HAIRSTYLE?"
"She STOLE mine!" Pansy turned to face Draco, her chin length hair splaying out. "Most girls in this school have long hair. I know that a FEW have hair as short as mine, but only a FEW. And none in our year! She's copying MY style, and making it look bad."
"Not any worse than you're doing, I'm sure..." Draco muttered. He stood up to start collecting his pictures around the room.
"What did you say?" Pansy asked, watching him pick up all the photos. One by her foot caught her eye.
"Why don't you get these done as wizards photos?" she asked, bending over to pick it up.
"Because then the people in the pictures try to hide what they were doing, or pretend it never happened. Trust me, still ones are easier to blackmail with. Even if they are like filthy Muggle ones." Pansy was looking at the picture, her eyes widening.
"Where did you get this one?!" she asked suddenly. Draco sat next to her to look at it.
"Ah, that one. Same place I got most of the others - Creevey. I think that one will prove most useful. I'm thinking something big and crushing for that little mudblood."
"You ALWAYS do something big. It never works."
"Quiet Pansy. I don't see you doing anything at all. In fact, I've never seen you do anything to the Gryffindors ever."
"That's because YOU always have to make it big and flashy. I, on the other hand, make it quick and biting. Very different. And much more effective I'd like to say, as well..."
"Well, that's what YOU'D say. Not me, or anyone else worth listening to, I'm sure. Now give me the picture back."
"No way. You'll ruin this perfect opportunity for me."
"For YOU? It's my picture! Stole it fair and square, now hand it over!"
"Never! AND, hopefully, I can teach you something about how to use these pictures more effectively, too."
"Teach me? Hardly. You're the one who needs tutoring."
"Different type of teaching. I know how to do this. Now shut up and listen for once!" Draco scowled, but finally resigned. He didn't have a plan for the picture anyway. And, hopefully, he could give Pansy a taste of her own medicine, by showing her every flaw in HER plan. Thinking to himself, Draco could see a bit of fun coming from this. Though he STILL wished that Pansy would have just buzzed off for once.
A/N: The last chapter seems to have nothing to it, so I'm putting this out at about the same time. Plus, I did kind of leave you without updates for a while...he he...u.u;
A Jealous Flower and her Pet Dragon
Madam Pomphrey was looking over Hermione's hair, tutting.
"This will take a good deal of work to get out..."
"But you can, can't you?"
"Well, certainly, though it'd be easier if one could just cut most of it off instead..."
"Cut it off?!" Hermione had waited outside the hospital wing with Harry and Ron for half an hour. (Unfortunately, the clock in the Gryffindor common room was fast) and Hermione had had to sit there as practically the entire school walked by. Apparently, some of the stairs were being temperamental, so they all lead to the hospital wing. Everyone on their way to dinner had to walk right by the trio. It was all Hermione could do to ignore their remarks. And now she'd have to go out there with short hair as well?!
"Please, Madam Pomphrey, there must be another way..."
"Hermione, I know you like your hair as is, but I simply don't have enough supplies to get this gunk out of THAT much hair. Come now, it'll grow back in time. It's only hair." Hermione sighed resignedly, turning her back to Madam Pomphrey as she picked up a pair of scissors.
* * *
Pansy Parkinson couldn't have thought of a better sight to see on her way to the Great Hall. Granger's hair, which had already been a disaster by itself, had been covered in goop. The best part had been seeing it glow from down the hall in the dim castle light. She thought she'd catch one more glance at the gunk-haired bookworm after dinner, so she headed back towards the hospital wing.
Sadly, though, she arrived at the hospital wing just as Hermione stepped out, gunk-free. Pansy was fuming with disappointment until she noticed something odd. Something odd that she didn't like at all. She turned straight around, stalking off to the dungeons.
* * *
Draco Malfoy was sitting on his bed, sorting through pictures. He had to make sure that he had the correct blackmail pictures in the right piles. Otherwise, he'd lose the essence of blackmail, in which he would be the only one to know, and thus, had to be quieted. Normally by favors and errands of sorts. Anything that suited his fancy, really. He also had to see who exactly he could blackmail now. He never took any of his pictures. Mostly, they were stolen from Colin Creevey. (The little hyperactive freak took so many, he forgot the subjects for nearly all of them, and never missed the rolls of film Crabbe and Goyle stole.) And now that these had been developed, he could put them to some use.
After putting aside yet another picture of Seamus and Lavender (they were useless to blackmail now, seeing as most other people were catching on to those two) Draco found a most interesting one.
"Well, I'd never expect him to do anything alone. I thought he was attached to his brother...but this IS an interesting development, isn't it?" Draco smiled wickedly, taking in the full aspect of what this photo meant. That is, until the door slammed open.
"Pansy? Really, you're going to scare the shiznits out of someone, slamming back doors like that..." Draco went back to his pictures. Slytherins didn't care so much about the girl/boy dorm rules. Mostly, they believed that if they wanted to be together that badly, they'd find a way to do it anyway. Pansy had come up to the boys' dorm often enough, though she'd given up on anything happening between herself and Draco.
Last summer, Pansy had gotten to spend her vacation at Malfoy Manor. Then, she'd been excited. Of course, then, she'd still been fawning over Draco. She soon discovered that this was hardly worth it. Sure, Draco seemed to enjoy the attention. But their sudden burst of time together had shown her that he enjoyed it for just that and nothing more. He really didn't like her that way. Plus, he was...and how could she say this? A bit preoccupied. The whole summer, and still she only heard about the Gryffindorks and how he'd get them back. There WAS more to life than making Gryffindors suffer, though that was a definite perk. All in all, their relationship had changed significantly.
Of course, Draco wasn't an idiot. He noticed the change. Part of him was a bit upset to loose this fawning attention. It could be fun, at times. Though there were those times where it was downright annoying as well. And this sudden ability to get second opinions that were longer than grunts and nods had its upsides.
And sometimes downsides.
Not to mention the complaining. And sometimes nagging. And the fact that she never seemed to tire of telling him that all his plans were downright pointless. And the fact that she slammed the door of his dorm at least twice a day just to get at him JUST to do all this crap. They weren't sure if they were friends or enemies anymore.
It was a very odd relationship indeed.
"Did you catch a look at Granger today, out by the hospital wing?"
"Of course. I even hope to have Crabbe and Goyle steal Creevey's film evidence of it. I'm sure the little freak's got a shot of it."
"Yes, well, did you see her AFTER she left the hospital wing?" Draco looked up at her, wondering what the fuss was this time.
"No...I came here. Where you found me." 'Like you always find me,' he added silently. Why couldn't she, for once, find someone else to yell at?
"Then you didn't see what that...that little...ooo! There's no word for it!" She threw back the curtain surrounding half of Draco's bed, and sat down abruptly. This sent all his piles of pictures flying away, scattered about the floor.
"Gee, Pansy. You seem a little upset. Want to sit down then?" Draco tried to fight the urge to curse her on the spot.
"You didn't see! Ooo, I SWEAR I'll make her sorry she ever chose that hairstyle..."
"Hairstyle? Let me get this straight. You upset all of my work and are wasting my time about a HAIRSTYLE?"
"She STOLE mine!" Pansy turned to face Draco, her chin length hair splaying out. "Most girls in this school have long hair. I know that a FEW have hair as short as mine, but only a FEW. And none in our year! She's copying MY style, and making it look bad."
"Not any worse than you're doing, I'm sure..." Draco muttered. He stood up to start collecting his pictures around the room.
"What did you say?" Pansy asked, watching him pick up all the photos. One by her foot caught her eye.
"Why don't you get these done as wizards photos?" she asked, bending over to pick it up.
"Because then the people in the pictures try to hide what they were doing, or pretend it never happened. Trust me, still ones are easier to blackmail with. Even if they are like filthy Muggle ones." Pansy was looking at the picture, her eyes widening.
"Where did you get this one?!" she asked suddenly. Draco sat next to her to look at it.
"Ah, that one. Same place I got most of the others - Creevey. I think that one will prove most useful. I'm thinking something big and crushing for that little mudblood."
"You ALWAYS do something big. It never works."
"Quiet Pansy. I don't see you doing anything at all. In fact, I've never seen you do anything to the Gryffindors ever."
"That's because YOU always have to make it big and flashy. I, on the other hand, make it quick and biting. Very different. And much more effective I'd like to say, as well..."
"Well, that's what YOU'D say. Not me, or anyone else worth listening to, I'm sure. Now give me the picture back."
"No way. You'll ruin this perfect opportunity for me."
"For YOU? It's my picture! Stole it fair and square, now hand it over!"
"Never! AND, hopefully, I can teach you something about how to use these pictures more effectively, too."
"Teach me? Hardly. You're the one who needs tutoring."
"Different type of teaching. I know how to do this. Now shut up and listen for once!" Draco scowled, but finally resigned. He didn't have a plan for the picture anyway. And, hopefully, he could give Pansy a taste of her own medicine, by showing her every flaw in HER plan. Thinking to himself, Draco could see a bit of fun coming from this. Though he STILL wished that Pansy would have just buzzed off for once.