Author's Note: This chapter is a MAJOR transitional chapter. Some stuff will happen, though. I hope you enjoy this piece of crap. Bye. :O)

Chapter Six: Boring Chapter without a title because I can't think of one

Thursday, Harry was surprisingly the first one to arrive in the Great Hall (except for most of the staff). He smiled at Dumbledore, and waved at Hagrid before sitting at the empty Gryffindor table. Dumbledore clapped twice, and food appeared at every house table, its delicious scent drifting into the halls beyond. After a few minutes, a group of Hufflepuffs walked in, then the whole group of 5th, 6th, and 7th year Gryffindors came into the Hall. Later, the Ravenclaws strolled in all at once discussing magic theory and finally, the rest of the Gryffindors and the Slytherins came into the hall. Pansy, dragging a protesting Draco, was the last person to enter the hall, and again, she was ogled by most males. This had been a regular occurrence in the last few days.

While Pansy had half sauntered and half dragged Draco into the hall, Harry had been watching the blonde boy. He noted the slightly irate look on his face, and felt the need to protect Draco. Harry had once reveled in that look, enjoying the way there was a frosty-pink tinge on the other boy's cheeks and how his eyes flashed angrily, but now he wanted to see a smile. Harry thought about what he had just thought and shuddered. What the hell was wrong with him?

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Draco did not want to face anyone in the Great Hall today, but Pansy had dragged him all the way to the Entrance Hall before he could even attempt to escape her clutches. He was truly tired of being at the receiving end of many a glare, and he felt it was degrading to be paraded around like he belonged to Pug-face. Before the whole journal incident, Draco thought that Pansy was seriously lacking intellect, but now, he knew. Pansy had hidden the journal well, and he couldn't look during the day because she kept her gaze on him like a hawk. He vaguely wondered if she kept it with her at all times, but then thought that if she did she would use it to make him 'obey' better. Once he got the journal back, there would be revenge. Sweet revenge; after all, grapes of wrath make the sweetest wine (*).

Once he had been dragged to the Slytherin table, he felt the heat of everyone's glare leave him. What a relief. He really hated to be watched by anyone... except Potter. That exception had been made after that delicious kiss.

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Potions, first period, was very different than usual. The tension in the air between Draco and Pansy was noticeable. Draco was glaring at Pansy with all the coldness he could find in himself, and Pansy's hands were itching to get a fell of 'her' Draco. The glare that Harry was giving Pansy, though, could be cut with a knife. The heated glances between Hermione were obvious to everyone except Harry, Crabbe (he doesn't notice anything), and Goyle (ditto). Then there was an explosion.

It was Neville's cauldron. Draco stopped glaring at Pug-face, Pansy stopped trying to touch Draco's oh-so-soft skin, and Ron and Hermione stopped looking longingly at each other. Harry still glared. How dare Pansy touch *his* Draco? Dust was hanging about in the air everywhere except the line of Harry's very potent glare.

"Longbottom, you fool! You would think that after seven years that you'd learn how to brew a potion without creating a disaster! Why you choose to incorrectly mix a Transmutation potion? These ingredients are so hard to find!"

"Sorry, Professor S-Snape."

"Sorry! Sorry can't get me anymore Dragon Scales! Sorry won't clean up this mess or the damage made! And obviously with all of the times you have said it in the past; it won't make you smart enough to not explode at least one cauldron a period!! Detention and 45 points from Gryffindor. And Potter, stop glaring at Miss Parkinson!" Ah, forty-five points from Gryffindor half and hour into a lesson 30 minutes long... how typical.

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It was one-thirty in the morning, and at last, all of the Slytherin had vacated the Common Room, bar one. Draco Malfoy was sitting on the couch, planning how to get in and out of the 7th year girls dorm. His arms were resting on his knees, and his fingers were softly tapping against his cheek. He heard someone come towards the common room, and he saw Harry walking in. He came over and started to rub his lips against Draco's, touching him, causing butterflies to flutter wildly in Draco's stomach. He leisurely started to undress him, and moved his sweet mouth down to Draco's abdomen. His tongue moved up, tracing his collar bones. It felt soooo good.

Just as Draco groaned, Harry got up and slowly walked away, blending into the common room, fading into the shadows. Then he got it! He knew that Potter had more uses than kissing and playing parts in sinful little fantasies... well, at least now he did.

"Accio, Invisibility Cloak." After a few agonizing seconds of waiting, he felt the silvery cloak flowing through his long fingers. What did those muggles say? Lingo, or was it Bingo? Oh well, who cares.

He threw the cloak over his shoulders, marveling at how effective it was, and stealthily snuck up to the dorms. He opened the door, and unfortunately it creaked very loudly. He then went over to Pansy's section of the room (he knew it from the little tryst they had had in 4th and 5th year) and began to search through her stuff. He searched through her trunk and only found a lot of random stuff and spell books. Damn, it was journal-less. He then went through her bedside desk. He still came up empty handed. Pansy then let out a tremendous snore and rolled over, and he saw it. She had it pressed up against her chest and in her arms. He went over and maneuvered himself so he didn't have to see or accidentally brush anything and drew out the journal. Pansy rolled over and mumbled something sounding like 'but the picture looks like a deformed whale!' before she settled down.

That had been easy enough, if not disturbing. On his way out, he had seen Millicent wearing lingerie with Goyle wrapped protectively around her. That was definitely something that he did NOT need to see. Pansy hadn't woken up at the second creak of the door, thank Merlin, and she looked very peaceful. He pulled off the invisibility cloak with a swish, and vowed to return it to Potter tomorrow. He went up into his Head Boy's room, and got out one of the books his Father had gotten him before he had been sent to Azkaban. 'Getting Revenge on Annoying Enemies' was a book that he never thought that he would use, and it was the only book that didn't contain Dark Arts that his father had given to him as a gift. Revenge would be administered to Pansy in due time.

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*Inside joke between me and my friends again. Disregard it.

Author's Note: I really need help getting revenge on Pansy, so if you have any ideas, I'll try to incorporate them into my story. You can send them to peppergal07@hotmail.com or just leave a review (*wink * nudge*). Thank you MalfoySnogger, koureshin, beautifulelf, and Dark Fairy (Yes, you get a cookie, but I advise you not to eat it. I baked them :OP) for the reviews. I try to put everyone's idea in the story, and constructive criticism is welcome. This chapter was short, and I am very sorry about it. :(