Author's Note: My first attempt at Harry Potter fanfic, so bear with me.
Everyone knows I don't own Harry, Draco, or any of the rest. I'm just
playing with them for a bit.
Pansy Parkinson lay in her bed in the Slytherin girls' dorm, her blond hair spread around her head on the pillow. She didn't sleep, because she was waiting. "Doesn't waste any time, does he?" she whispered to herself. She knew the rest of her dormitory was asleep, judging from the quiet, even breathing, and the snoring from Millicent Bullstrode. "It's only the 19th of September and already he has a plan for that Potter boy."
Pansy sat up in bed, absent-mindedly fingering her forearm. There it was, that dull pain. Voldemort knew she wouldn't need to be awakened by the call. He knew she was as faithful to him as her parents were. Pansy crept out of her bed, out the dormitory door, and down the hall. She moved slowly and leisurely, ears pricked for any sound aside from her own soft footsteps.
She had always appreciated the location of the Slytherin dorms, for they were by far the easiest to leave the castle from. Gryffindors had to come all the way from their tower, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff also had flights of stairs to brave. The Slytherin exit was nearest the Forbidden Forest, which was where the Dark Lord awaited her. Really, this location was perfect.
As she ascended the short flight of stairs outside she wondered idly if she would run into her boyfriend, Draco Malfoy, on the way into the forest. He'd certainly be there tonight. Draco, Blaise Zabini, and Pansy herself were the only sixth year Slytherins that were servants of Voldemort. There was one other at Hogwarts school, a Ravenclaw fifth year boy whose name escaped Pansy.
Pansy didn't see anyone as she picked her way through the trees. Once she was far enough into the forest, she pulled her wand from an inside pocket and muttered "Lumos," to light the end of it, just enough to see in front of her. Suddenly, she heard rustling behind her. She whirled around, and seeing nobody, extinguished her wand with a whispered "Nox."
"Calm down, Parkinson. It's only me." A friendly voice said.
"Zabini?"
"Yep. Scared you, didn't I?"
"Shut up Blaise. Have you found them yet?"
"Yeah, come with me, everyone else is here already."
Pansy Parkinson lay in her bed in the Slytherin girls' dorm, her blond hair spread around her head on the pillow. She didn't sleep, because she was waiting. "Doesn't waste any time, does he?" she whispered to herself. She knew the rest of her dormitory was asleep, judging from the quiet, even breathing, and the snoring from Millicent Bullstrode. "It's only the 19th of September and already he has a plan for that Potter boy."
Pansy sat up in bed, absent-mindedly fingering her forearm. There it was, that dull pain. Voldemort knew she wouldn't need to be awakened by the call. He knew she was as faithful to him as her parents were. Pansy crept out of her bed, out the dormitory door, and down the hall. She moved slowly and leisurely, ears pricked for any sound aside from her own soft footsteps.
She had always appreciated the location of the Slytherin dorms, for they were by far the easiest to leave the castle from. Gryffindors had to come all the way from their tower, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff also had flights of stairs to brave. The Slytherin exit was nearest the Forbidden Forest, which was where the Dark Lord awaited her. Really, this location was perfect.
As she ascended the short flight of stairs outside she wondered idly if she would run into her boyfriend, Draco Malfoy, on the way into the forest. He'd certainly be there tonight. Draco, Blaise Zabini, and Pansy herself were the only sixth year Slytherins that were servants of Voldemort. There was one other at Hogwarts school, a Ravenclaw fifth year boy whose name escaped Pansy.
Pansy didn't see anyone as she picked her way through the trees. Once she was far enough into the forest, she pulled her wand from an inside pocket and muttered "Lumos," to light the end of it, just enough to see in front of her. Suddenly, she heard rustling behind her. She whirled around, and seeing nobody, extinguished her wand with a whispered "Nox."
"Calm down, Parkinson. It's only me." A friendly voice said.
"Zabini?"
"Yep. Scared you, didn't I?"
"Shut up Blaise. Have you found them yet?"
"Yeah, come with me, everyone else is here already."