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"So they've done nothing?" Draco Malfoy looked at Pansy Parkinson incredulously. The common room was empty, and all that could be heard the sound of Goyle snoring.
"Not a thing, with the exception of hand holding and ogling each other. It's rather disgusting really." Pansy scooted over on the couch toward Draco. "Well, perhaps not that disgusting." She cooed suggestively.
Draco looked at her, trying to keep his dinner down as she smiled and scrunched her pug nose. *Wonderful. Now this pig is going to want me to sleep with her.* He looked at her intently. *Well, she's just a hole.and I suppose with a bag over her head.* Draco swallowed down a chuckle, after wondering if it should be paper or plastic.
"Is there anything else I can do for you, Draco?" Pansy asked breathlessly.
God, he couldn't look at that face anymore. Glancing to the fireplace, he said coolly, "Just keep an ear out and an eye open. Let me know anything you find." Pansy looked at him, slightly ticked that this was the most he could ask for. He had to remedy this quickly. "After all, it would help in making fun of them, don't you think, B-beautiful?" He nearly choked on the word.
The reaction was more than what he expected. Pansy lit up, her attention drawn away from his request. "Oh Draco! You know, I know you know how I've felt about you for a while now, don't you? You did! I know you did! And now I know you feel the same way too! You do! Don't you?"
Where the hell did this idiot get such an idea!? Draco cringed inside. Still, she was a source of information. The plan would never work without her. He had to keep her on his good side. With practiced smoothness, he lied through his teeth. "Of course I do. How often is it that one can meet such an intelligent girl from a pureblood family? And one as pretty as yourself!"
Pansy squealed, threw her arms around Draco and kissed him. He was caught off guard, eyes wide in surprise, but composed himself quickly. *Well, she's certainly a beginner!* Draco thought as Pansy mindlessly fumbled around. She kissed like a fish, puckered and stiff. Finally, so disgusted, he had to push her off.
Pansy shot him a confused look. "Is something wrong?"
"No, no, not at all." Draco saved. "I was just wondering what else happened tonight."
"Well, I managed to get that mudblood another detention for tomorrow." She looked silently pleased with herself.
Draco smiled. "Wonderful job!" That would play in quite well with what he had planned. She looked happy.now to hook her in so she would never turn away from the mission. "Pansy, would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me on our next free weekend?"
"Would I!? This is going awfully fast, but.oh hell, sure!" Pansy looked damn near ecstatic. The grandfather clock in the corner of the room began to chime, startling her. The hands on the face were just barely illuminated by the dying fire, reading off 1:00. "Ugh, what timing! We should get to bed. I think we have Transfiguration tomorrow morning, and the last time Longbottom fell asleep in class, McGonnagal turned him into a gerbil. Last thing I need is to sprout fur."
*Well you certainly have enough growing between your eyebrows.* Thought Draco.
"See you in the morning, Draco." Pansy leaned in for another quick fish- lipped kiss, and then scurried off to the girls' dormitories.
Draco wiped his mouth off with the sleeve of his robes, and walked to the boys' dormitories. Gathering his pajama pants, he headed for the bathrooms. *Could it work? Of course it would.* Draco reassured himself. *Pansy's already caught up in it. She's too damn head over heels not to help me out on this, and now that I've asked her out, there's no way she'll desert me. And Hermione and Ron, clearly they won't last. Not while I'm around. Weasley, there was nothing to do about him.but Granger.* Draco folded up his school robes and pulled on his pajama pants, glancing at the mirror on the wall. He had filled out quite nicely, taller and more muscularly built this year. *Yes, Granger would be easy to handle.she was after all, a woman.*
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Professor McGonnagal strolled into the classroom, head held high and balancing her spectacles on the tip of her nose. The mumbling class grew silent immediately.
"Good morning class." The bleary eyed students murmured their response, and a few heads actually began to droop. This would not do. Not at all.
Taking a long hard look around the classroom, she bellowed aristocratically, "May I remind the few members of the class that are AWAKE."
Heads jerked up.
"That I am teaching a N.E.W.T. level Transfiguration course. And I will not!" She pointed her wand and sparked Neville awake.
"Tolerate!" Sparks flew to Parvati Patil.
"Sleeping!" Lavender got zapped.
"In my class!" The rest of the students straightened in their seats, the sparks and scares enough to create a natural caffeine high.
McGonnagal stared at the now wide-eyed students and smiled softly. "Now that I have your attention, I think we shall learn to transfigure sabers from quills. I'm assured you have all brought your extra quills in today?" She saw their rapid nods. "Very well. Now, as you know, most of you are in this class in order to become aurors, or other high ranking Ministry of Magic officials. You therefore must learn to protect yourselves. I should hope that you will all be able handle these weapons with care and maturity. You are sixth years, so I'm sure you can manage at that, even if you cannot manage to stay awake in my class. Now on the count of three, I want you all to tap the quill thrice and say 'Acinaces Abeo'. Ready.one.two.three."
The class rang with Latin incantations and rapid smacking on the desks. Hermione managed on the first try to get the saber she had hoped for. She smiled confidently over at Harry and Ron, who quickly turned pink and smiled back, not realizing that he had hit the quill so swiftly that it had broken in two. Harry poked him with his wand, and brought his attention back to the dilapidated quill.
"Not good, Mr. Weasley, not good." Professor McGonnagal said as she walked by. "Please try again with a new quill.Very nice, Ms. Granger! Ten points for Gryffindor." She turned to face the rest of the class, noticing that Neville was having a touch of trouble. "Mr. Longbottom, it's three taps, then 'Acinaces Abeo'. Now, Mr. Goyle, what can I help you."
BANG!
Professor McGonnagal spun around quickly, facing a charred and distorted Neville Longbottom, his head partially blocked by a large axe wedged into the wood of the desk.
"Professor, I think I cut myself." Neville garbled weakly, holding up his sliced hand, then fainted straight away.
"Oh dear." McGonnagal rushed to Neville's aide, muttering to herself. "I told him 'Acinaces' not 'Ascia'.Class, I'm taking Mr. Longbottom to the Infirmary. There had better not be one thing out of place in the room when I get back, or tonight might be your last night in Hogwarts!" With the child leaning in her arms, she quickly dragged herself out of the classroom.
In a mocking baby talk tone, Malfoy sneered. "Baby Wongbottom still can't speak wite! Awww, poor baby!" The Slytherin section snickered. "What a fucking cack-handed shit he is! Can't even handle a cut!"
"Oh give it a rest Malfoy! I saw you looking awfully pale over that blood!" Ron shouted back.
Draco turned to him, eyes narrowing. "I'm not afraid of pure blood, Weasel, just mudbloods like your girlfriend."
Ron stood up angrily, Harry standing in front to restrain him. Harry pushed his chin up in defiance. "It's nice you finally admitted you're scared of half-bloods, Malfoy. Could it be you've finally learned to tell the truth?"
"Afraid of them? HA! Hardly, Potter." Draco scoffed. "Just afraid of the ruin they bring upon the wizarding world. You should know that. After all, being a mudblood was part of the reason your bitch mother died."
Harry's eye blazed. "My mother knew the good in the wizarding world, and fought to protect it. All your hideous mother did was give birth to a shit faced git!"
"Don't you speak about my mother that way, Potter. You will pay."
"I saw her once, remember? She looked like she was sucking a lemon when she was around you.or maybe it was because of you father?"
"You.you." Draco raged. He pointed his wand at the nearest quill. "ACINACES ABEO!" The quill grew in size and sleekness, transforming itself into a saber. Malfoy quickly grabbed the hilt and held it up high. He took a fencing stance and steadied himself. "Come on, Potter! Scared of fighting with a trained wizard? A real man doesn't fight with words!" He began to lunge forward.
"Accio Axe!" Harry pointed his wand at the looming axe on Neville's table. The handle was quickly caught, just in time to block the shot of Draco's sword. The clang was so loud, many classmates gasped, and began huddling in the corners of the room.
"Running your mouth as usual! You think you're better than everyone!" Malfoy screamed as he swung the saber around, narrowly missing Harry's arm. Harry brought the axe upward, then sliced in down, causing Malfoy to duck.
"Let's be real, Ferret! That's not me! It's you! You've been acting like an arrogant twit since you walked in this school!" The axe and the saber clashed the three rapid swings. Harry quickly swerved and reached for his wand. "Detrudere!"
Draco was slammed to the floor and slid backwards, knocking over a row of chairs. He dropped his saber and grasped his wand, pointing it quickly at Harry. "Ferio Fluctuatio!"
Harry felt an invisible hand punch him in the face, sending his flying, flipping backwards over a desk and pushing down a few more. The force pulled him up, flipping him forward and knocking down another few desks. His head slammed into the solid slate of the floor, and he raised himself to a kneeling position, slightly dizzy. Draco had stood, and was now pointing both wand and saber down to Harry's face. "How about I add another scar to that famous face, Potter?"
"MISTER MALFOY!" Draco dropped the saber and turned to face the furious Professor McGonnagal. "I AM ASTOUNDED THAT YOU WOULD DO SOMETHING THIS AUDACIOUS! THREATENING THE LIFE OF A CLASSMATE! FIFTY POINTS FROM SLYTHERIN AND DETENTION FOR A WEEK! I SIMPLY CANNOT BELIEVE YOU!"
The bell rang, and the cowering class began to file out the doors. Hermione and Ron timidly went over to Harry, helping him up off the floor and helped him walk out. Ron gave a glowingly hateful look to Draco as he passed.
Detention that night! Not a good time! Draco was even more miserable than before. This would not make things any easier in his attempts to ruin them. But he certainly knew a way to get out of the trouble.
"So they've done nothing?" Draco Malfoy looked at Pansy Parkinson incredulously. The common room was empty, and all that could be heard the sound of Goyle snoring.
"Not a thing, with the exception of hand holding and ogling each other. It's rather disgusting really." Pansy scooted over on the couch toward Draco. "Well, perhaps not that disgusting." She cooed suggestively.
Draco looked at her, trying to keep his dinner down as she smiled and scrunched her pug nose. *Wonderful. Now this pig is going to want me to sleep with her.* He looked at her intently. *Well, she's just a hole.and I suppose with a bag over her head.* Draco swallowed down a chuckle, after wondering if it should be paper or plastic.
"Is there anything else I can do for you, Draco?" Pansy asked breathlessly.
God, he couldn't look at that face anymore. Glancing to the fireplace, he said coolly, "Just keep an ear out and an eye open. Let me know anything you find." Pansy looked at him, slightly ticked that this was the most he could ask for. He had to remedy this quickly. "After all, it would help in making fun of them, don't you think, B-beautiful?" He nearly choked on the word.
The reaction was more than what he expected. Pansy lit up, her attention drawn away from his request. "Oh Draco! You know, I know you know how I've felt about you for a while now, don't you? You did! I know you did! And now I know you feel the same way too! You do! Don't you?"
Where the hell did this idiot get such an idea!? Draco cringed inside. Still, she was a source of information. The plan would never work without her. He had to keep her on his good side. With practiced smoothness, he lied through his teeth. "Of course I do. How often is it that one can meet such an intelligent girl from a pureblood family? And one as pretty as yourself!"
Pansy squealed, threw her arms around Draco and kissed him. He was caught off guard, eyes wide in surprise, but composed himself quickly. *Well, she's certainly a beginner!* Draco thought as Pansy mindlessly fumbled around. She kissed like a fish, puckered and stiff. Finally, so disgusted, he had to push her off.
Pansy shot him a confused look. "Is something wrong?"
"No, no, not at all." Draco saved. "I was just wondering what else happened tonight."
"Well, I managed to get that mudblood another detention for tomorrow." She looked silently pleased with herself.
Draco smiled. "Wonderful job!" That would play in quite well with what he had planned. She looked happy.now to hook her in so she would never turn away from the mission. "Pansy, would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me on our next free weekend?"
"Would I!? This is going awfully fast, but.oh hell, sure!" Pansy looked damn near ecstatic. The grandfather clock in the corner of the room began to chime, startling her. The hands on the face were just barely illuminated by the dying fire, reading off 1:00. "Ugh, what timing! We should get to bed. I think we have Transfiguration tomorrow morning, and the last time Longbottom fell asleep in class, McGonnagal turned him into a gerbil. Last thing I need is to sprout fur."
*Well you certainly have enough growing between your eyebrows.* Thought Draco.
"See you in the morning, Draco." Pansy leaned in for another quick fish- lipped kiss, and then scurried off to the girls' dormitories.
Draco wiped his mouth off with the sleeve of his robes, and walked to the boys' dormitories. Gathering his pajama pants, he headed for the bathrooms. *Could it work? Of course it would.* Draco reassured himself. *Pansy's already caught up in it. She's too damn head over heels not to help me out on this, and now that I've asked her out, there's no way she'll desert me. And Hermione and Ron, clearly they won't last. Not while I'm around. Weasley, there was nothing to do about him.but Granger.* Draco folded up his school robes and pulled on his pajama pants, glancing at the mirror on the wall. He had filled out quite nicely, taller and more muscularly built this year. *Yes, Granger would be easy to handle.she was after all, a woman.*
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Professor McGonnagal strolled into the classroom, head held high and balancing her spectacles on the tip of her nose. The mumbling class grew silent immediately.
"Good morning class." The bleary eyed students murmured their response, and a few heads actually began to droop. This would not do. Not at all.
Taking a long hard look around the classroom, she bellowed aristocratically, "May I remind the few members of the class that are AWAKE."
Heads jerked up.
"That I am teaching a N.E.W.T. level Transfiguration course. And I will not!" She pointed her wand and sparked Neville awake.
"Tolerate!" Sparks flew to Parvati Patil.
"Sleeping!" Lavender got zapped.
"In my class!" The rest of the students straightened in their seats, the sparks and scares enough to create a natural caffeine high.
McGonnagal stared at the now wide-eyed students and smiled softly. "Now that I have your attention, I think we shall learn to transfigure sabers from quills. I'm assured you have all brought your extra quills in today?" She saw their rapid nods. "Very well. Now, as you know, most of you are in this class in order to become aurors, or other high ranking Ministry of Magic officials. You therefore must learn to protect yourselves. I should hope that you will all be able handle these weapons with care and maturity. You are sixth years, so I'm sure you can manage at that, even if you cannot manage to stay awake in my class. Now on the count of three, I want you all to tap the quill thrice and say 'Acinaces Abeo'. Ready.one.two.three."
The class rang with Latin incantations and rapid smacking on the desks. Hermione managed on the first try to get the saber she had hoped for. She smiled confidently over at Harry and Ron, who quickly turned pink and smiled back, not realizing that he had hit the quill so swiftly that it had broken in two. Harry poked him with his wand, and brought his attention back to the dilapidated quill.
"Not good, Mr. Weasley, not good." Professor McGonnagal said as she walked by. "Please try again with a new quill.Very nice, Ms. Granger! Ten points for Gryffindor." She turned to face the rest of the class, noticing that Neville was having a touch of trouble. "Mr. Longbottom, it's three taps, then 'Acinaces Abeo'. Now, Mr. Goyle, what can I help you."
BANG!
Professor McGonnagal spun around quickly, facing a charred and distorted Neville Longbottom, his head partially blocked by a large axe wedged into the wood of the desk.
"Professor, I think I cut myself." Neville garbled weakly, holding up his sliced hand, then fainted straight away.
"Oh dear." McGonnagal rushed to Neville's aide, muttering to herself. "I told him 'Acinaces' not 'Ascia'.Class, I'm taking Mr. Longbottom to the Infirmary. There had better not be one thing out of place in the room when I get back, or tonight might be your last night in Hogwarts!" With the child leaning in her arms, she quickly dragged herself out of the classroom.
In a mocking baby talk tone, Malfoy sneered. "Baby Wongbottom still can't speak wite! Awww, poor baby!" The Slytherin section snickered. "What a fucking cack-handed shit he is! Can't even handle a cut!"
"Oh give it a rest Malfoy! I saw you looking awfully pale over that blood!" Ron shouted back.
Draco turned to him, eyes narrowing. "I'm not afraid of pure blood, Weasel, just mudbloods like your girlfriend."
Ron stood up angrily, Harry standing in front to restrain him. Harry pushed his chin up in defiance. "It's nice you finally admitted you're scared of half-bloods, Malfoy. Could it be you've finally learned to tell the truth?"
"Afraid of them? HA! Hardly, Potter." Draco scoffed. "Just afraid of the ruin they bring upon the wizarding world. You should know that. After all, being a mudblood was part of the reason your bitch mother died."
Harry's eye blazed. "My mother knew the good in the wizarding world, and fought to protect it. All your hideous mother did was give birth to a shit faced git!"
"Don't you speak about my mother that way, Potter. You will pay."
"I saw her once, remember? She looked like she was sucking a lemon when she was around you.or maybe it was because of you father?"
"You.you." Draco raged. He pointed his wand at the nearest quill. "ACINACES ABEO!" The quill grew in size and sleekness, transforming itself into a saber. Malfoy quickly grabbed the hilt and held it up high. He took a fencing stance and steadied himself. "Come on, Potter! Scared of fighting with a trained wizard? A real man doesn't fight with words!" He began to lunge forward.
"Accio Axe!" Harry pointed his wand at the looming axe on Neville's table. The handle was quickly caught, just in time to block the shot of Draco's sword. The clang was so loud, many classmates gasped, and began huddling in the corners of the room.
"Running your mouth as usual! You think you're better than everyone!" Malfoy screamed as he swung the saber around, narrowly missing Harry's arm. Harry brought the axe upward, then sliced in down, causing Malfoy to duck.
"Let's be real, Ferret! That's not me! It's you! You've been acting like an arrogant twit since you walked in this school!" The axe and the saber clashed the three rapid swings. Harry quickly swerved and reached for his wand. "Detrudere!"
Draco was slammed to the floor and slid backwards, knocking over a row of chairs. He dropped his saber and grasped his wand, pointing it quickly at Harry. "Ferio Fluctuatio!"
Harry felt an invisible hand punch him in the face, sending his flying, flipping backwards over a desk and pushing down a few more. The force pulled him up, flipping him forward and knocking down another few desks. His head slammed into the solid slate of the floor, and he raised himself to a kneeling position, slightly dizzy. Draco had stood, and was now pointing both wand and saber down to Harry's face. "How about I add another scar to that famous face, Potter?"
"MISTER MALFOY!" Draco dropped the saber and turned to face the furious Professor McGonnagal. "I AM ASTOUNDED THAT YOU WOULD DO SOMETHING THIS AUDACIOUS! THREATENING THE LIFE OF A CLASSMATE! FIFTY POINTS FROM SLYTHERIN AND DETENTION FOR A WEEK! I SIMPLY CANNOT BELIEVE YOU!"
The bell rang, and the cowering class began to file out the doors. Hermione and Ron timidly went over to Harry, helping him up off the floor and helped him walk out. Ron gave a glowingly hateful look to Draco as he passed.
Detention that night! Not a good time! Draco was even more miserable than before. This would not make things any easier in his attempts to ruin them. But he certainly knew a way to get out of the trouble.