Draco woke early the next day with something nagging him- Pansy's letter. He didn't want to open it in front of everyone, so he waited until his roommates had left the room.
"Hey Draco, we're going down for some food… you coming?" Bri asked.
"It's Saturday… I'm just going to… I'll come down later," Draco grumbled, pulling his sheets over him.
Crabbe and Goyle left the room wearing strangely the same clothes. Draco didn't want to ask, he knew they had been acting different, but thought it was nothing important.
"Whatever man."
Good. They're gone, thought Draco. He turned over, opened his side cabinet and pulled out Pansy's letter. Millia won't be too happy about this, he thought, but opened it anyway. It read...
Hey babe
You can't seriously be falling that brunette bitch Millia, when I'm here open freely for you… ohh well, what Millia doesn't know won't hurt her, if you get my drift… that's why I need to discuss a few things with you-a chat let's say. Why don't you meet me in a couple of days… Friday night in the spare room next to the library, OK.
P.S. Your father is visiting here soon. I know he doesn't want you not speaking to moi... he likes me remember. If I told him anything he wouldn't be too happy… Anyways babe, catcha later
Luv Pansy
"Oh s***," whispered Draco. "How the hell does she know about father coming down?" He heard the door creak open. No one was there. Suddenly Draco felt a huge rush of pain down his back, then through his arms.
"Arghhh!!" He yelled in pain. He couldn't move his arms; it hurt too much. Looking next to his cabinet, he saw a short, thick wooden stick and picked it up slowly. He had a strange desire to start beating his other arm. I don't want to hit myself, thought Draco, but the desire took over him and without thinking he started whacking himself on the arm. He tried to stop, but to no avail. This crazy force had taken over him.
"@#%$!!" He screamed, still beating himself. "Stop! Stop!!" He shouted to himself. What the heck is going on!? He thought, feeling scared and shocked. Something is taking over me! He was still trying to stop his possessed arm, but couldn't. He looked at his other arm and saw a huge gash with blood pouring out.
"What the f***!!!" He screamed, trying so very hard to stop this crazy action.
Just then someone came running into the room. Draco looked up and saw Millia.
"What the hell are you doing?!!" She shouted, shocked. Draco's eyes started to water with pain. The stick was whacking him harder than ever.
"Make it stop, Millia!!!" He shouted, in anger and pain. She rushed over and grabbed the stick out of his hand. It immediately let go and Millia fell backwards on the ground.
Draco gasped. He grabbed his duvet and covered the huge gash.
"Thanks," he breathed, still in shock. Millia looked at him strangely, as if to say 'what's-going-on'. She threw the stick into the bin and backed away from Draco.
"I wasn't doing it!!" He shouted, quickly hopping out of his bloody bed. Millia shook her head.
"You don't understand."
"What? Why I was hitting myself, neither do I!"
"Don't ever scare me like that again," she said, looking worried. "Do you think this is a joke? Well, I don't." She finished.
"No, no, no, no, no. Do you think this is a joke?!," he said, pointing to his wrapped up arm. "Something came over me, I was trying to stop it, but it was just too strong," he gasped. Millia was about to say something, but she stopped and smiled.
"What?" He questioned.
"I believe you. I'm just glad I came in and stopped it. You've got yourself a cursed stick," she said, looking over at the bin. "I heard you yelling… so I came."
"Cursed stick, huh?" He grinned. Millia nodded her head.
"You don't seem to be that worried."
"Well it's over now, isn't it?" He said. Millia looked unsure.
"Is it?"
Draco breathed out and looked around at the empty room, then at Millia.
"Yes, it is. Now get chan-" he stopped, lost for words as he looked at Millia standing there.
Millia looked at him curiously, then she clicked. Draco wasn't exactly changed himself. He was only in his checkered, cotton boxers. She turned bright red and grinned. Draco blushed and scratched his head.
"Um… I, well, I'll…" he stuttered.
"I'll see ya downstairs... soon." She grinned, looking him slowly up and down.
"Yeah," he quickly said, still blushing.
"You're lucky you weren't whacking something else," she said grinning, and turned to leave the room.
Draco laughed. "Yea...."
He stood there watching her walk down the stairs, wishing she were still in the room with him. When she disappeared he quickly got Pansy's letter and stuffed it in his drawer, then went to have a shower. While he was in there he was thinking about what had made him start hitting himself. He remembered the strange feeling before hand when he stopped reading Pansy's letter.
"She surely wouldn't have done something to the stick… Put a spell on it," he whispered. "How would she have known I was going to read it in my bed? How did she know about the stick? Does she know I don't want to be with her… well, yeah, but… would she want to hurt me?" He stood there for a few minutes thinking about things.
"She can't be that crazy," he finally said.
