What's Eating You, Sly?

Chapter 6

By: epiphanies

Disclaimer: Nothing but "Sly" is mine.

Summary: it ran away. If you find it, call me at 1-800-isuckatsummaries

Reviews: Please! It is positive re-enforcement, otherwise known as motivation, inspiration and all of those other big, beautiful words that make you want to barf all over yourself because you just want to get to the damn story.





The Night of the Yule Ball finally arrived. Pansy and Draco hadn't spoken in over a week.

Pansy didn't know about him, but she was positively aching. She wanted comfortable silence. She wanted the Play Game, even if she lost. She'd even stayed up the night before and found the perfect one for Draco.

This week, it being Christmas, had been particularly hard. Pansy had spent over an hour trying to decide whether or not to give Draco his gift - purchased four months ahead of time - of a pendant with an intertwining snake and dragon, both silver with emeralds for eyes. Not large or flashy or clunky, just small and classy. At the back, engraved in minute script read ~Sly. Nothing more, just ~Sly. He knew what it meant. Unfortunately, she'd decided that it would work against her plan to give it to him, show her weaknesses. She didn't need -that-.

Pansy worked her locks up into a french twist and slipped into her robes at six thirty.

At five after seven, Pansy made her way down the Slytherin Common Room, preparing herself for a lot of fake giggling.

As she meandered slowly down the staircase, she let her eyes wander.

Draco.

He was staring at her.

She lifted an eyebrow at him as she reached the floor and took Blaise's arm. He blinked and turned away.

Sly, One. Slytherin, Nada.



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"As I went on my magic broomstick ride, I felt my entire world collide,

Do you not feel the magic?

Luna Luna magic..."





Pansy shut her eyes and rested her head on Blaise's shoulder for the last dance.

Just like her lit addiction, she also kept her Weird Sisters collection hidden away from the sight of most people. The only person who knew how much she loved this song...

*Is dancing with Branwen Sharp ten feet away from me...watching me.*

Pansy met Draco's eyes with an expression of mingled longing and disappointment.



"Luna Luna Magic...

Luna Luna Magic...

Luna Luna Magic..."





The Weird Sisters struck the last, soulful note perfectly on, and Pansy tried to summon away the tears in her eyes, to no avail. Draco had seem them.

Blaise let go of her and said brightly, "So, shall I walk you back to the-"

"Hey, Blaise!" called a tall seventh year from across the room, "We're going to the lake...we've got FW! You coming?"

Pansy had been around long enough to know what FW was. Firewhiskey. Blaise turned to her with wide eyes. She waved him off, "Go ahead, Blaise. Have fun. I'd tag along, but I'm wiped."

"You sure it's ok?"

"Yeah, go on. Have fun."

"Ok...well, Merry Christmas, Pansy."

Pansy's insides hollowed at the reminder of the holiday, "You too!" she called as he turned to jog over to the group of older Slytherin boys.

She normally would have tagged along, as she'd said, but, however much fun to hang out with, Blaise...well, he just didn't do much for her.

She hiked up her skirts slightly, and, feeling as if her head weighed a million pounds, trudged herself to the Slytherin Entrance Corridor.