A/N: Ok, I just want to say I'm sorry it took me so long to write this f story. First, my f computer was down, and however I tried to acces it, Norton Crash Guard wouldn't allow me. Than, I could't even access the Windows no more. Fortunately, I had some of my stories saved on the floppy, because I we had to delete every single thing on my stupid computer, instaling everything again.
I wanted to make this story little bit longer, but than I would lose the cliffhanger. Please review (thanks to everyone who reviewever this story by now. hopefully, next time I will name you all people.)
It was about eleven p.m. Pandora finished helping Harry with Potions. Was it a wonder, or Harry actually learnt something from his most detested subject. He didn't know how or why, but he certainly felt smarted and full of self confidence after. He reminded himself that things with Hermione weren't evin similar to the things that just happened. Hermione was usually tense when she was helping him or Ron in any subject. She would lose her nerves in a second. Well, Harry and Ron weren't the most perfect students. She even slapped Ron once because he didn't seem to listen to what she was saying.
They
were still sitting in front of the fireplace, talking in the
empty Slytherin common room. Everyone was sleeping soundly
for quite long time because they were really tired. They
spent all afternoon celebrating, even if the Slything did nothing
specific to bring that victory. Well they did keep their
first spot which was of the uttermost importance.
-I
know, I also like sitting in front of the fire – she
agreed with Harry when he commented how he likes sitting beside
the fire.
-You
know, I didn't realize that when I was in Gryffindor, but
the fire light is very important. You know everything here
in Slytherin is very dark, and there's no light –
Harry said.
-But why, what's wrong with the dark? It's nice. I don't like sun – she said. That certainly wasn't what he expected her to say. He decided not to pull themes like that in front of her ever again. Just the thought of her disagreeing in some of his opinions scared the hell out of him.
-Do
you feel happy that Revenclaw won? – Harry asked.
-Nah,
it just gave those bumheads one more reason to get drunk and
high, with a good excuse – 'we were celebrating'. And what were you celebrating? You were celebrating the
work and effort of someone else, adopting it just like it's
your own. What's the deal with that – she
said, pretty annoyed. That's when Harry realized, she
was different. She was unique. There was something in
her that he didn't find in anyone else. He found that
she has unmistakable power to judge people. He wondered why
did she go to Slytherin? He knew that a real Slytherin
isn't a homosexual idiot, like Crabbe or Goyle, but it has
to be determined, smart, and everything else that was Salazar
Slytherin. She was that. But that could also, in some
way be considered characteristics of a Gryffindor. Why was
she put in the Slytherin?, Harry asked. But he didn't
know her indeed. That's why he judged her so bad.
Their
talk took them into other direction. They were lead into
man's psyche – the deepest inside you. Theme
which Harry never ever reached with anyone. He was
fascinated by what things she said, and how she read people.
Their
talk would be successful, or at least ended with a nice
goodnight', and maybe goodnight kiss if there
wasn't Draco. Harry was so involved in being with
Pandora that he didn't think about Draco the whole day,
accept when she would mention him, just to trash his name. He
was happy that he will have some trash to talk about him when he
gets back to Gryffindor.
They
were talking, when suddenly the wall opened, and Draco came
inside. He was by himself, and little bit limping as he
walked. He went over Harry and Pandora. She pretended
not to notice him, but kept her head in the other direction. Draco dropped himself around her neck, and said in low voice:
-Why
didn't you celebrate victory of the Slytherin with us?
Pandora
knew it's pointless to tell him what she told Harry about
her opinion that the victory is not by Slytherin, but it's
by Revenclaw, so she said, disgusted: -You're drunk. Get away from me.
-But
why, mon chere, just don't tell me that you are mad
at me? – He asked, pushing his head into her neck,
still hanging by her.
-Draco,
please don't touch me – she said calmly, feeling
him sink his lips into her.
-Oh,
shut up – he muttered. Pandora just sighed. She wasn't stupid to show in front of Harry that she
actually enjoyed Draco.
-So,
um Draco, what did you do for all this time? – She
asked, trying to defeated herself from Draco's hands, going
over her.
-We
were behind the school, celebrating. They all got so
hammered that I left them laying there, and came back here to be
with you – Draco said, stepping over the couch, which
stood as a barricade between him and her, and continued thing he
was doing.
-That's
so mean – she said, rolling her eyes. –
Harry, could you please excuse two of us.
Without
waiting for Harry's response, she pulled Draco, and dragged
him over to the inside of the girls' dormitory. Harry
was left there alone, in the semi-dark. Than he went to
sleep.
Inside
the girls' dormitory, Pandora was alone, and safe with
Draco. All the girls were left behind the school, hammered. When they entered it, it was total dark, because there was no
light at all. Pandora leaned Draco on the wall, and kissed
him.
-Doesn't
it feel better when you do something that you want to do so much,
but your own big ego is not allowing you to? – Draco
said, as he carefully touched her body, slowly descending with
his stiff hands.
Pandora
didn't want to answer this. She just hugged Draco,
leaning with her head on his shoulder.
-I'm
so sleepy – she said slowly, shuffling her head on his
shoulder. Draco leaned his mouth on her head, breathing
into her hair.
-Your
hair smells like the morning glory – Draco said,
accenting every syllable. He could feel her cold body
beside his. – Pandora, sometimes I wonder why are you
playing me this way?
-I
thought you are playing me – her voice was cold and
firm, covered in the veil of sharpness.
-Look
at yourself, Pandora. First you hate me, are rude and mean
to me, but still flirting with me at the same time. Than
what happens?, you are in my hands, making out with me.
– Draco said, uncertain.
-And
if I'd let myself fall under your charm, what would happen
to me? I would be desperate for anyone, and end up like
Pansy, your bitch, being everyone's hoe – Pandora
said in utter disgust. Draco never before realized how
smart she is indeed.
-
– Draco said quietly, kissing her head, than sighing.
–I love you Pandora.
This
didn't shock Pandora. She suddenly jerked herself from
him, accidentally hitting his head hard with her hand, and lit
the oil lamp.
-What do you think that I have from the empty words? – She asked, brining the lamp over, to Draco's face, so he was blinded. He couldn't make out where she was. The only thing he saw, after being in the total dark was a shinning circle, held by someone he couldn't see. – I can say that, too, yes Draco, I love you. You are drunk, you fucken asshole!"
Her cocky words were pure mocking. She knew very good how much he loves her. But why does he have to know everything that is an issue in her wicked head. 'Make your face opaque, color yourself into the flesh of the light, making others blind, not knowing what the hell do you want from them'; that's what he father always told her. 'Being arrogant, that's how do you always have to be; but remember, you have to know how to act my dear', and those were the words from her mother.
-"I'm sorry you think I'm laying to you, Pandora. How can I make you know what the truth hidden in my heart is" - Draco sighed, trying to make out where she is with his hands. He body was palpable, but freezing. And the light, it shined. She moved slightly, reveling just her glittering eyes to Draco.
-"Well, I think that there is one thing you could do for me, perhaps" - she reveled her mouth, too, and the sly smile.