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DRACO MALFOY AND THE GOBLET OF FIRE
By Lady Lestrange
Chapter 9
Pansy's Plot
Pansy had every intention of being Draco's date for the Yule ball. She knew he hadn't asked her because he was sizing up the empty headed sexpots that were throwing themselves at him. Well, she wasn't giving up that easily. She thought that she could probably get the information about the task from Harry Potter, but of course she couldn't just ask him. It wasn't like Harry would talk to her.
Instead, Pansy cornered Hannah Abbott. She was a fourth year Hufflepuff. As she matured, she had traded in her childish pigtails for a more adult hairstyle. She sported a mop of curly golden hair, blue eyes and most boys thought she looked like an angel. Well, Pansy didn't think she had the body of an angel—fallen angel maybe. To top it off, she was a pureblood. The whole of Slytherin house was panting over her. Including Draco, Pansy thought with a sigh. Having her go to the Yule ball with Harry would insure that she wouldn't go with Draco and also help Pansy to do a little spying.
"Hannah," Pansy said. "I have a little job for you. I want you to ask Harry Potter to go to the Yule ball."
"Oh, I would love to go with him," sighed Hannah. But I can't. He wouldn't go with me.
"Why not?" asked Pansy rhetorically. "You're pretty. That's all Gryffindors think about girls. They don't care if they have any brains."
Fortunately, Hannah either didn't realize Pansy was insulting her, or she wanted to keep her good looks and therefore ignored the insult.
"Do you really think He would go with me?" asked Hannah again. He's awfully handsome, she sighed.
"Honestly." thought Pansy "Didn't the girl have eyes?" She thought scarface was hot! "Of course he would," said. Pansy "Let's see if we can't corner him, so you can ask him. Then after he says yes, I have a favor to ask."
"What favor?" questioned Hannah nervously.
"Nothing much. Just get Harry to talk about what he knows about the second task during the dance."
"OK said Hannah. "I can do that."
Once they got Harry in a relatively private corridor, Hannah popped the question. He said no. He didn't even look at her. He just said no. Pansy was in shock. Obviously, he didn't have any sense—well he was a Gryffindor. No sense pretty well came with the robes. Pansy thought about it for a moment and then wondered about the whole Cho Chang crush thing that was going around Slytherin. Maybe it was a lie. A boy would have to be blind to turn down Hannah Abbot.
--or not like girls—
Time to put plan B into action. Pansy didn't often talk to Hagar Mulciber because she scared her a little, but she was a Slytherin, and would do her Slytherin duty if Pansy worded it right. If Harry didn't like girls, Hagar Mulciber might be just the right one for him, because Hagar didn't like boys either. Obviously, Harry had to take a girl to the ball and if the girl expected him to well--Pansy plucked up her courage and went to talk to Hagar Mulciber.
Hagar didn't need any help asking Harry. She marched right up to him with a glare on her face and asked him to the ball. He stared at her for a moment and then turned and ran. Pansy followed close behind Harry and Ron to hear what Harry's reaction to Hagar was.
"Honestly, Ron," he muttered. "She looked like she might knock me out if I refused. I just bolted."
"Who was she?" asked Ron.
"A fifth year," he said. I think she's in Slytherin."
"Poor Malfoy, if that's what he's got to pick from."
They looked at each other and said "Trolls," in unison and then burst into laughter.
Pansy was still trying to think of her next move so she backed into Myrtle's Bathroom to keep from being seen.
"How ya doin' Myrtle?"
"Oh, not very good," said Myrtle picking at her chin. "It's been so lonely in here. No one ever comes to visit me."
"No trips to the boy's bathrooms lately?" Pansy teased. "How about the Prefect's bathroom?"
"No. Almost all of them know about me now except for Cedric Diggory."
"I understand," said Pansy. "He's such a pretty thing, you could almost mistake him for a girl."
"Well, not really—" said Myrtle knowingly.
"Oh, tell me," said Pansy, sitting down on the edge of one of the sinks to listen.
"He was in the bath for the longest time—" Myrtle started flying around through the stalls dreamily. "And the water was undoubtedly cold—" She flew through the sink. "All the bubbles were gone—" She stopped right in front of Pansy. "I could see—everything." She said smugly.
"Myrtle, you're so evil. You know you just lived at the wrong time. We could have been the best of friends."
"As long as I didn't try to steal your little Draco," Myrtle pouted. "If I was alive, you probably wouldn't even talk to me."
"So whatever was Cedric doing in the water for so long." Asked Pansy to bring the subject back to Myrtle's favorite subject, spying on naked men. "Did he fall asleep or something?"
"Oh no. He was looking at his ball," said Myrtle.
"His what!"
"His ball for the Tri Wizard Tournament."
"Oh. That ball," said Pansy. "We've been calling them eggs since they were stolen from Dragons."
"O-O-o-o really," said Myrtle flying excitedly around the sinks again. "Tell me what happened."
Pansy took her time telling Myrtle all about the First Task. She, of course, was expecting something in return from Myrtle. I really need to go," Pansy said finally.
"Why?" Said Myrtle.
"I don't want to tell you," said Pansy. "It might hurt your feelings, and I don't want to do that. I'm your friend."
"Oh go ahead," said Myrtle.
"Well, it's almost time for supper and I'm hungry. I could come back later and tell you what we had to eat if you want me to."
"No. It just makes me depressed to hear about food. I really used to like chocolate frogs, you know, even though they made my face break out."
"Myrtle—" Pansy had to get her attention quick before she descended into her misery time and started to cry or worse pouted in her U-bend. "Myrtle, I know something that might cheer you up."
"What's that?" Asked Myrtle with a sniff.
"I bet I could get Draco to come to the Prefect's bathroom."
"You could! You would do that for me!"
Pansy smiled and nodded.
"What's the catch?" asked Myrtle slyly.
"Spoken like a true Slytherin," Thought Pansy. "How could anyone think this sly little ghost was a Hufflepuff. It was laughable."
"Well, it's not a catch," said Pansy, "But I would like a favor. If you could tell me a little more about the egg, I might be able to convince Draco to come and soak in your tub to figure it out, and Myrtle, I'm sure if he didn't know you were here, he'd come back—often."
"Here's what I know—" said Myrtle.
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"Pansy! Pansy!" Millicent caught up with her in the hall on the way back to Slytherin. "I just heard. They're going to have the Weird Sisters, for the Yule Ball. Can you believe Dumb-as-a-door, actually hired them?"
"Really," said Pansy. "It was now absolutely imperative that she go to the ball with Draco."
As they passed the Potions room, Professor Snape stopped them. "Pansy, Millicent, would you ask Draco to come down to my office," he asked.
They exchanged glances. Maybe Professor Snape had a clue about the tournament that he wanted Draco to hear. After all, he had helped with the potion for the first task even though Draco ended up not using the potion. "I'll get him right away," said Pansy and she took off for Slytherin house at a run. Draco was in the common room reading their Transfiguration homework. "Poor boy," thought Pansy. "He needed a break if he was actually reading transfiguration."
"Draco," She said, "Professor Snape wants to see you in his office before supper, but before you go, I have news."
"What is it?"
It's merpeople, Draco. I'll give you the details when you get back. Come to my room after supper."
"He nodded."
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A/N: No, we aren't getting into a Draco/Pansy fic. Draco is much more interested in winning the tournament than winning the girl right now; after all, he can have his pick of girls anytime, right?
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