Pansy's eyes widened in fear. "Pansy!" hissed Blaise Zabini. "Shush!" Pansy
let out a sigh of relief at the site of her friend. "Are you trying to
scare me to death?!" she hissed. Blaise let out a small giggle and flipped
her long, gorgeous red hair over her shoulders. "Not my intention," she
said.
Pansy sat up, smoothing her night dress over her legs.
"Well?" she asked impatiently. "Oh. right," said Blaise. "We need to talk." Pansy wrinkled her nose. "About?" Blaise shrugged. "Your lover." Pansy rolled her eyes. "What about Draco?" Blaise shrugged again, and Pansy could tell she was uncomfortable. "Well, Bletch was just telling me." Pansy interrupted her. "You get your information form Bletchley?" Price Bletchley was a seventh year Slytherin at Hogwarts. All though he was good- looking, good-natured and friendly, he wasn't of the brightest sort, and tended to exaggerate things he had seen or heard.
Blaise rolled her eyes impatiently. "Yes, Bletchley, believe it or not. Now do you want to hear this or should I just forget it and stop wasting my valuable beauty sleep?" Pansy rolled over on her back, her head dangling off the edge of the bed. Her long golden-blonde hair nearly touched the floor. "Spill," she said. She knew how much of a gossipmonger Blaise was and knew she was going to tell one way or another, even if she threatened to keep quiet.
Blaise rose to her knees, suddenly excited. "Well, Bletchley saw Draco with that Ravenclaw girl. What was her name? Oh, Padma Patil, you know the one with the gross hair and weird voice that's really ugly? Well anyway, Bletchley claims they were acting 'very close' late one night, but it's also possible they just happened to be on their prefect duties at the same place at the same time, but I mean, come on, what are the odds of that? But anyway, I don't want to get you upset I just think it's something you should look into." Pansy's eyes widened as Blaise took a breath.
"You ok, Pans?" she asked, patting Pansy's hand. Pansy cocked her left brow. "This is what you woke me up for?" Blaise stood up in a huff. "I didn't have to tell you anything you know. I too am missing out on my sleep, but I can tell I'm not appreciated." Pansy sat up and grabbed onto the sleeve of Blaise's nightdress.
"Wait," she said. "I'm sorry. I'm just tired is all, and I just don't think Draco would do something like that. I mean, I trust him." Blaise covered her mouth with her hand, fake tears glimmering in the corner of her eyes. She touched a hand to Pansy's cheek. "So naïve," she choked. "So young."
Pansy let out an exasperated sigh and with a tug, sent Blaise sailing headlong into the pile of pillows on her bed. She landed with a soft thud, sending one of the pillows spiraling into the air, landing on the sleeping Millicent Bullstrode's head.
Millicent flipped in the air in surprise, toppling over the side of the bed with a faint, "Who there?!" Blaise and Pansy collapsed in a fit of giggles.
"Well?" she asked impatiently. "Oh. right," said Blaise. "We need to talk." Pansy wrinkled her nose. "About?" Blaise shrugged. "Your lover." Pansy rolled her eyes. "What about Draco?" Blaise shrugged again, and Pansy could tell she was uncomfortable. "Well, Bletch was just telling me." Pansy interrupted her. "You get your information form Bletchley?" Price Bletchley was a seventh year Slytherin at Hogwarts. All though he was good- looking, good-natured and friendly, he wasn't of the brightest sort, and tended to exaggerate things he had seen or heard.
Blaise rolled her eyes impatiently. "Yes, Bletchley, believe it or not. Now do you want to hear this or should I just forget it and stop wasting my valuable beauty sleep?" Pansy rolled over on her back, her head dangling off the edge of the bed. Her long golden-blonde hair nearly touched the floor. "Spill," she said. She knew how much of a gossipmonger Blaise was and knew she was going to tell one way or another, even if she threatened to keep quiet.
Blaise rose to her knees, suddenly excited. "Well, Bletchley saw Draco with that Ravenclaw girl. What was her name? Oh, Padma Patil, you know the one with the gross hair and weird voice that's really ugly? Well anyway, Bletchley claims they were acting 'very close' late one night, but it's also possible they just happened to be on their prefect duties at the same place at the same time, but I mean, come on, what are the odds of that? But anyway, I don't want to get you upset I just think it's something you should look into." Pansy's eyes widened as Blaise took a breath.
"You ok, Pans?" she asked, patting Pansy's hand. Pansy cocked her left brow. "This is what you woke me up for?" Blaise stood up in a huff. "I didn't have to tell you anything you know. I too am missing out on my sleep, but I can tell I'm not appreciated." Pansy sat up and grabbed onto the sleeve of Blaise's nightdress.
"Wait," she said. "I'm sorry. I'm just tired is all, and I just don't think Draco would do something like that. I mean, I trust him." Blaise covered her mouth with her hand, fake tears glimmering in the corner of her eyes. She touched a hand to Pansy's cheek. "So naïve," she choked. "So young."
Pansy let out an exasperated sigh and with a tug, sent Blaise sailing headlong into the pile of pillows on her bed. She landed with a soft thud, sending one of the pillows spiraling into the air, landing on the sleeping Millicent Bullstrode's head.
Millicent flipped in the air in surprise, toppling over the side of the bed with a faint, "Who there?!" Blaise and Pansy collapsed in a fit of giggles.