Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. I only own the character of Fierra Diosa and the plot.
The Slytherin common room was as loud as it had ever been after the victory over Gryffindor in the Quidditch match. Slytherin hadn't won a game against Gryffindor since Harry Potter was a seeker.
"Did you see the look on Potter's face?" Thurston Mackenzie asked Malfoy. "He looked as if he was about to be sick when he realized you caught the Snitch!" he laughed as if it was the funniest thing on earth. It seemed as though the ten bottles of Butterbeer had finally gotten him.
Malfoy turned away from Mackenzie and spotted Fierra talking with a bunch of other seventh-year Slytherin girls. The girls saw him making his way towards Fierra and they giggled furiously.
"Oh, shut up. I don't see what's so funny at all," Fierra said, frowning at them. She then turned and noticed Malfoy. "Oh, hi," she said. The other girls thought it was their cue to leave.
"I thought you needed some Butterbeer so I came over with some," Malfoy said, handing Fierra a bottle. They both sat down and talked.
"That was one of the fastest Quidditch games I've ever watched. Back in Turser, my old school, Quidditch was slow and boring. I usually slept at most of the matches," Fierra laughed.
"Well, you're in Hogwarts now," Malfoy said, smiling a bit. He took a sip of his Butterbeer and noticed that Fierra hasn't touched hers yet. "I haven't poisoned that Butterbeer you know," he said, grinning.
"Oh! Right, the Butterbeer," Fierra said, blushing a bit. She took a sip and felt the usual warmth of Butterbeer spread through her body. She moved closer to Malfoy and he put his arm around her.
"I've been wanting to do this for quite some time now," Malfoy whispered in her ear. He leaned over to kiss her but-
A disgusting smell filled the spot where Draco and Fierra were sitting. It smelled a lot like-
"Dungbombs!" Malfoy yelled furiously, getting up quickly grabbing Fierra's hand at the same time.
"Who threw it?" Fierra asked no one in particular. She and Malfoy looked around the room, seeing if they could find the person who threw it at them. People were starting to avoid the spot where the Dungbombs hit, and Fierra and Malfoy moved to another area of the Slytherin common room.
It wasn't very long after that when the common room door opened and the potions master, Professor Snape, also the head of the Slytherin house, came bursting in. The students became silent immediately.
"I am fully aware that Slytherin had just won its first game against Gryffindor today," he said, quietly and calmly. "But I simply do not tolerate noisiness at two o' clock in the morning, when I am trying to sleep!" his voice rose a bit. He stared at the crowd. "I suggest you all go to bed, before I start taking off points for disruptive behavior," he bellowed. "Now!"
Each and every single student in the Slytherin common room headed up to his or her dormitory as Professor Snape turned and left the common room. Draco and Fierra finally let go of each other's hands and parted ways as they went to bed.
Halloween was obviously in the air the next day when classes began. Pumpkins with carved out faces that actually move hung suspended in the air above the tables in the Great Hall. Students ate their breakfasts as slowly as they could, as they did not want to leave the Great Hall so eagerly for classes. Draco Malfoy was busy sitting with Crabbe and Goyle, telling them about his heroic effort in the Quidditch match against Gryffindor. Harry Potter could be found sulking sadly, with his girlfriend Hermione Granger, and his best friend, Ron Weasley. Fierra Diosa was sitting quietly by herself, eating her breakfast, and admiring the Halloween decorations in the Great Hall.
"I thought I told you to keep your slimy hands off my Draco!" Pansy Parkinson yelled angrily as she walked over to where Fierra was sitting. She grabbed Fierra's shoulders and turned her around to face her. A couple of Slytherin third-years stared, but Pansy glared at them coldly and they turned away immediately.
"He was never 'yours'!" Fierra yelled back. More students turned and watched, even students from the other houses, but Fierra and Pansy didn't care.
"I don't care if he was mine or not! I just don't want him to be yours!" Pansy gave Fierra a look of pure hatred.
"It's Draco's choice who he wants to be with, not yours!" Fierra screamed angrily.
"I don't care!" Pansy's face was red with anger as she pulled out her wand. "Stupefy!" she yelled. A stream of purple sparks shot from her wand and hit Fierra. It hit her by surprise, and she collapsed into an unconscious heap on the floor right after.
"Fierra!" Malfoy rushed to her, but he was far too late. She lay unconscious on the floor, while Pansy just stood there, looking down at them, and breathing heavily. "Someone get a Professor, quick!" Malfoy yelled. A prefect ran and fetched Professor McGonagall, who gasped at the sight.
"You! Explain yourselves!" she said. She glared at Malfoy and Pansy. Fierra's hand was in Malfoys, while Pansy just stared coldly at McGonagall.
"It was Pansy, Professor," Malfoy said. Professor McGonagall turned and faced the rest of the students in the Great Hall, who nodded blankly.
"Very well," she said. "Miss Parkinson, please come with me. This is a very serious matter and we shall discuss your punishment with the head of the Slytherin house, Professor Snape." Professor McGonagall turned to Draco, "I will send someone to pick up Miss Diosa and take her to the Hospital Wing." And with that, she turned and led Pansy Parkinson out of the Great Hall.
A few minutes later, Draco Malfoy sat beside Fierra's hospital bed, grasping her hand and stroking it gently, as she lay peacefully in her sleep.
"When will she wake up?" he asked Madam Pomfrey, the school nurse.
"Don't worry, Mr. Malfoy. She'll be up and about when the spell wears off," Madam Pomfrey said reassuringly. "I reckon you should get to class. She may be awake by lunch, if I'm not mistaken," Madam Pomfrey said.
"Alright then," Malfoy said. He kissed Fierra softly on the lips before he left for Herbology. He did not notice when Madam Pomfrey grinned slightly as she changed the sheets of the other hospital beds.
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Yay! Another chapter done! A little bit of a long one too, huh? Finally, some action! More to come!
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