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"Where the hell is Blaise?! Is she even coming?" Draco snapped at the four people sitting in the common room that night. Crabbe and Goyle grunted, Millicent rolled her eyes, Pansy sighed,
"I told you, Draco, she's gone down to the kitchen to get us some snacks," she explained exasperatedly. Draco's eyes flashed dangerously,
"Don't patronize me!"
"I wasn't patronizing you, you idiot!" The common room suddenly got very quiet. Draco gave her this cruel little half smile which appeared to be a mixture of disbelief and anger,
"I'm sorry, what did you call me?" he asked as if he couldn't believe his own two ears. Millicent gripped Pansy's arm protectively but Pansy pulled out of her grasp and stood up to face Draco. Without the aid of her shoes she was easily four to six inches shorter than he was, her thin frame quite evident in her nightgown and cloak.
"You heard me. We're all here, even though we'd rather be in bed because you need to tell us something so important!" she spat, "All I said was that Blaise was getting us a few snacks and suddenly I'm being accused of patronizing you."
"And suddenly I'm the idiot," Draco countered.
"What's this all about? A lover's tiff?" Blaise appeared in the doorway of the common room, a pitcher of pumpkin juice in one hand a paper bag in the other.
"No," Pansy said, sitting down, not daring to meet Draco's eye. Blaise sat down on the floor in front of them. She opened a bag of crisps, took a handful and passed it to Crabbe, she then turned back to Draco with mock- expectancy.
"Now that I have your attention," he said sarcastically. "Earlier today I received a letter from my father after he had returned from a very important meeting. Now, I know that all your parents were followers of Lord Voldemort." They all nodded mutely. He smiled that unreadable half smile, "He's come into power again." Pansy's eyes widened, and she felt the tension of all her friends increase. Goyle's mouth dropped open dribbling crisps all down his front. Blaise raised her hand,
"I'm sorry but how does this affect us? We're not even supposed to know our parents are Death Eaters, let alone talk about it," she gestured with a licorice wand for effect, "Besides, I get the feeling we're supposed to be working together on this. I wouldn't trust them with anything." Here she motioned to Crabbe and Goyle.
"And you're supposed to be the smart Slytherin," Draco sneered, "Don't you get it? We're the future Death Eaters, meant to form an allegiance and we're exactly where he needs to be. We're meant to help him."
"How?" Crabbe asked.
"That's what my father needs to tell me. He's going to meet me in Hogsmeade with a few other people in two weeks. It's too dangerous to send owls. He's afraid the mail might be intercepted," he said all this in a hushed tone of voice, almost as if he were telling them a happy tale about knights and Camelot. Blaise raised her chin defiantly,
"And what if we don't want to be a part of this...this..." she struggled to find the right words, "blasphemous conspiracy!" Draco looked her dead in the eye,
"I don't want any of you to get hurt," he reached out and patted her cheek tenderly, "deserters get hurt."
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Later that night Millicent, Blaise and Pansy were all huddled together in Blaise's bed.
"I'm so scared," Blaise whispered, "my mum-she said-it was the Imperius curse. She said-she never wanted-" Blaise broke down crying.
"Shhh..." murmured Pansy, comforting her friend, "it'll be alright. Your mum was probably under the Imperius curse." Her eyes met Millicent's. Neither of them believed.
"No," Blaise shook her head, "she was probably lying." Millicent sighed,
"All I know," she muttered, "is we'd better listen to Draco-and his father. You hear me, Pansy? Don't fight with him. You're better off shutting up and nodding just like the good little wife you're meant to be to him some day." Pansy nodded solemnly,
"Do you want us to go back to our beds, Blaise? Or would you rather us stay here?"
"Please stay," Blaise sniffed, "I'd just feel...safer." The two other girls nodded in silent agreement. Blaise retrieved her wand from her bedside table and pulled two feathers from her pillow, she quickly transfigured them into pillows for Pansy and Millicent who, along with Blaise, soon fell asleep.
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A/N: Your reviews save me! The more reviews I get the happier I am. The happier I am the more I update. Hehehe.
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"Where the hell is Blaise?! Is she even coming?" Draco snapped at the four people sitting in the common room that night. Crabbe and Goyle grunted, Millicent rolled her eyes, Pansy sighed,
"I told you, Draco, she's gone down to the kitchen to get us some snacks," she explained exasperatedly. Draco's eyes flashed dangerously,
"Don't patronize me!"
"I wasn't patronizing you, you idiot!" The common room suddenly got very quiet. Draco gave her this cruel little half smile which appeared to be a mixture of disbelief and anger,
"I'm sorry, what did you call me?" he asked as if he couldn't believe his own two ears. Millicent gripped Pansy's arm protectively but Pansy pulled out of her grasp and stood up to face Draco. Without the aid of her shoes she was easily four to six inches shorter than he was, her thin frame quite evident in her nightgown and cloak.
"You heard me. We're all here, even though we'd rather be in bed because you need to tell us something so important!" she spat, "All I said was that Blaise was getting us a few snacks and suddenly I'm being accused of patronizing you."
"And suddenly I'm the idiot," Draco countered.
"What's this all about? A lover's tiff?" Blaise appeared in the doorway of the common room, a pitcher of pumpkin juice in one hand a paper bag in the other.
"No," Pansy said, sitting down, not daring to meet Draco's eye. Blaise sat down on the floor in front of them. She opened a bag of crisps, took a handful and passed it to Crabbe, she then turned back to Draco with mock- expectancy.
"Now that I have your attention," he said sarcastically. "Earlier today I received a letter from my father after he had returned from a very important meeting. Now, I know that all your parents were followers of Lord Voldemort." They all nodded mutely. He smiled that unreadable half smile, "He's come into power again." Pansy's eyes widened, and she felt the tension of all her friends increase. Goyle's mouth dropped open dribbling crisps all down his front. Blaise raised her hand,
"I'm sorry but how does this affect us? We're not even supposed to know our parents are Death Eaters, let alone talk about it," she gestured with a licorice wand for effect, "Besides, I get the feeling we're supposed to be working together on this. I wouldn't trust them with anything." Here she motioned to Crabbe and Goyle.
"And you're supposed to be the smart Slytherin," Draco sneered, "Don't you get it? We're the future Death Eaters, meant to form an allegiance and we're exactly where he needs to be. We're meant to help him."
"How?" Crabbe asked.
"That's what my father needs to tell me. He's going to meet me in Hogsmeade with a few other people in two weeks. It's too dangerous to send owls. He's afraid the mail might be intercepted," he said all this in a hushed tone of voice, almost as if he were telling them a happy tale about knights and Camelot. Blaise raised her chin defiantly,
"And what if we don't want to be a part of this...this..." she struggled to find the right words, "blasphemous conspiracy!" Draco looked her dead in the eye,
"I don't want any of you to get hurt," he reached out and patted her cheek tenderly, "deserters get hurt."
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Later that night Millicent, Blaise and Pansy were all huddled together in Blaise's bed.
"I'm so scared," Blaise whispered, "my mum-she said-it was the Imperius curse. She said-she never wanted-" Blaise broke down crying.
"Shhh..." murmured Pansy, comforting her friend, "it'll be alright. Your mum was probably under the Imperius curse." Her eyes met Millicent's. Neither of them believed.
"No," Blaise shook her head, "she was probably lying." Millicent sighed,
"All I know," she muttered, "is we'd better listen to Draco-and his father. You hear me, Pansy? Don't fight with him. You're better off shutting up and nodding just like the good little wife you're meant to be to him some day." Pansy nodded solemnly,
"Do you want us to go back to our beds, Blaise? Or would you rather us stay here?"
"Please stay," Blaise sniffed, "I'd just feel...safer." The two other girls nodded in silent agreement. Blaise retrieved her wand from her bedside table and pulled two feathers from her pillow, she quickly transfigured them into pillows for Pansy and Millicent who, along with Blaise, soon fell asleep.
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