Author's Note: Hello people! I had a beta reader for this chapter (Yay Ryo-
chan!!!), so it should be a lot better than usual. I am sooo sorry that
this took so long. I have school (bleh) and color guard most of the summer.
I hope that you enjoy this chapter. :OD
Chapter 9: Dirty
After Draco's mist had dissipated, there was silence. Hermione was the one to break it. "Well, we will just have to try another time. Tonight's not good." Draco nodded in compliance. Harry stood still, staring at a place on the wall just above Draco.
"Harry, you can go back to the tower. I have some things that I need to tell Draco." Harry still stood, dead to the world. Hermione whispered something in his ear, and he immediately started to pay attention to his surroundings. She leaned over and whispered something else in his ear.
"Go back to the tower now, Harry." Harry nodded and left.
"Well, that took long enough," Hermione said, "I thought that we would never get rid of him. I have a few things to tell and a few things to ask. Is that okay, Draco?"
"That's fine, but that doesn't mean that I will listen, Mudblood." He gave her a short, but meaningful glare. She rolled her eyes. It was his fault in the first place. She wouldn't have been here if he had been better at keeping the meeting from her.
"Don't give me that look, Draco. It's your fault I'm here in the first place."
"How is it MY fault? I didn't invite you. I only sent an invitation to Potter."
"Well, you should have figured out a better way to keep it from me. Anyway, what I wanted to ask is pretty personal, but I think that you would answer it. I have it figured out already, so don't lie." Draco was expecting a question about the potion, so he went over everything he could remember so he would be semi-prepared. "Do you like Harry?"
Draco coughed and sputtered before he could answer. "Erm...possibly." His cheeks reddened a little.
"That's what I thought. I wanted to tell you something, too. Harry is the only other one that knows so far, and I don t think he will tell anyone. If you tell, I'll know."
"Whatever, Granger."
"Well, I'm dating Ron now." It was Hermione's turn to blush. Draco's eyebrows shot up and he smiled.
"Damn. Finnegan won the bet. Oh well...congratulations. I guess that means that you are going to Hogsmeade with him next weekend and you are leaving Harry behind so you can snog?"
"We don't snog, we kiss. There is a difference."
"In my world they are synonymous. So...are you going to leave Harry at Hogwarts?" He tried the mask the hopefulness in his voice, very unsuccessfully. "He would be awfully lonely, so if you do decide to leave him, I'll keep him company."
"I guess we will be. I mean, if he doesn't mind."
"He won t mind. There aren't very many people that can stand the sight of you and Weasel making gaga eyes at each other." Hermione looked taken aback at the last comment, but she didn't say anything about it. She looked down at her watch her mother had given her last Christmas.
"It's late, Draco, I think that I will be going now." With a wave of her hand she left Draco to his thoughts (consisting mostly of Harry and the meaningful kiss he had just received). After a few minutes, Draco left as well, and the Astronomy Tower was left in darkness.
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Harry was in a daze as he walked back to the tower. His glasses were crooked, but he didn't really care. All he could think about was the kiss. It was perfect, or as close to perfect as something could get. His lips still felt tingly, and his face still felt flushed. He almost walked past the portrait, but he heard The Fat Lady discussing something with another portrait. Ah...Violet was the guest's name. He stood in front of the portrait unnoticed, listening to the quiet chatter.
"Oh...you'll never guess what I just heard from one of the former headmaster portraits!"
"Really, Violet, must you gossip all of the time? It really does not concern me to know what some obnoxious little pupils have done...actually, I don t even care what Peeves does anymore, even if it does involve Sir Cadogan and his trusty steed."
"Oh, but this one is scandalous, Mildred, I promise."
"Oh my, a scandal in Hogwarts! That has to be a first!" Violet was deeply insulted at the sarcasm, but she continued to tell her story.
"Anyway, it involves two students. Okay...today, Albus was in a meeting with Minerva, and he started choking on a lemon drop! Isn't it ironic? Well, Minerva saved him, and the meeting continued. Headmaster Dippet said that he was continually looking at a map and shivering. It was the love map." A smirk appeared on her face. "The two people on it were...oh, you will never believe this...Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter!" Harry paled when he heard his name. He had no idea that Headmaster Dumbledore had a map that showed all of the love in Hogwarts. That really was scandalous!
Meanwhile, the Fat Lady (or Mildred, as Violet had called her) had a disbelieving look on her face. After a few minutes she started to laugh. Tears of mirth were running down her painted face. "That has to be the single most utterly ridiculous thing I have ever heard, Violet. And I thought the one about Snape and Trelawney was bad!" At this, Harry cleared his throat. He was surprised that the two ladies hadn't noticed him throughout the whole conversation, and it was getting very uncomfortable for him to hear them talking about him in his presence. It wasn't that bad to be with Draco, was it? At least The Fat Lady didn't believe what Violet had said. The portrait coughed lightly before she responded. "Oh, hello my dear boy. Password?"
"Phoenix feather." The portrait swung open to reveal the Gryffindor common room. He would wait in here for Hermione, but in the mean time he had some more eavesdropping to do. How much more did this Violet know? He sat there for 15 minutes, listening to the conversation outside of the common room. Violet filled The Fat Lady in on the newest rumors, and the Fat Lady responded with cutting and sarcastic remarks, much like Draco might have responded. Harry did a mental backtrack. It seemed like a lot of things reminded him of Draco in some way nowadays. When he was just starting to contemplate what that could mean, Hermione walked into the common room with a satisfied grin plastered on her face.
"You look like Crookshanks after he has caught a particularly large mouse. What happened?"
"Oh, nothing, really." Harry didn't miss the look that she gave him, the look that usually meant something major had come to pass. Obviously it was something good, because she was smiling, but he still worried. He remembered something. She had stayed behind to talk to Malfoy.
"Malfoy didn't do anything to you did he?" The very thought filled him with bitterness. How could he like someone who hurt his friends? He thought about what he had just thought and did a mental slap. Did he like Malfoy?
"No, but I told him about me and Ron. He congratulated me and promised to not make fun of Ron, although I don t know if he will be able to keep the last one." Harry still looked at her. That wasn't all that had happened. That was for sure.
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The next morning Dumbledore still hadn't recovered from his mild shock from the night before. He just couldn't believe what the map had told him. It was against everything that he had witnessed the last six years. Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter could not be a couple. It was probably the blasted map's fault. It had probably been trying to fool him. That was it. It was a bad map that should never have been created. But there was always the possibility that it was being reliable. Truthfully, it had never failed him before...nor had it failed the other headmasters before him. Maybe he would just have to see if they acted like a couple (or a soon-to-be couple).
~~~
Harry woke up feeling very refreshed. A weight that had been on his shoulders was now lifted. It must have had something to do with the fact that he admitted he like Malfoy. Now, all he had to do was figure out if Malfoy's feelings were requited.
He got out of bed and put on a school uniform, getting ready for an action- packed Sunday full of studying for the upcoming N.E.W.T.S. Joy. He could always examine his feelings for Draco in the morning when he wasn't under the watchful eye of Ron...or Herm. He walked into the great hall and the smell of classic breakfast foods greeted him. The first thing that his eyes flicked towards was Malfoy, who coincidentally, had his eyes on Harry. Grey met green and two sets of cheeks flushed. Harry didn't know it, but in escaping the prying eyes of his friends, he had set himself up for the watchful eyes of an ancient headmaster.
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Dumbledore couldn't believe it. Harry and Draco were acting like they had crushes on each other. How could they only have crushes on each other? Last night they had been in a pretty personal position. He watched as both boys caught each other staring...again. He nearly lost it. The map hadn't lied in the first place, and he had already bought a magical paper shredder!
~~~
Sunday flew by in a flurry of books, notes, and homework for Harry and Draco. There was no meeting tonight because there was essentially nothing to discuss. It was now really late, or really early, depending on how you look at it. Draco snuck into the Girl's dormitory, and was still amazed at how easy it was to get in. He moved over to Pansy's bed and got out his wand. "Blanditia." There was a spark of pink light and then he smirked. The spell had worked, because Pansy was mumbling something that sounded similar to "Oooh...Professor Sprout. That's not a bush!" Draco was disturbed.
He slinked back to his dormitory and changed into his normal school clothes. It was 4 o'clock in the morning, and he really couldn't sleep after that little escapade. He decided to go on a little stroll. After all, it wasn't past curfew. It was just extremely early. Unfortunately he ran into a teacher. Not just a teacher, actually-it was Dumbledore.
"Hello, Mr. Malfoy. It's rather early for you to be out and about, my dear boy." Draco mentally scoffed. How rich. Dumbledore was calling him his dear boy. That position was reserved for those goody little Gryffindors, not him.
"Hello, Headmaster." He tried to continue to walk past him, but was stopped by a wrinkled and freckly hand being placed on his shoulder. Draco slowly turned around, expecting the worst. He was greeted by a pair of sparkling sapphire eyes, and a few words of wisdom.
"Be careful how you handle Harry, Mr. Malfoy. Even though he has defeated the Dark Lord many times, he has a sensitive soul." Draco was puzzled and enraged at the same time. How had Dumbledore known about his crush? He desperately tried to keep the anger out of his voice.
"I know that, headmaster. He is very special to me, and I wouldn't hurt him." Now, Draco was puzzled at his own words. Where the HELL had those words come from?
~~~
Pansy woke up very distressed. She had been having a nice dream about getting an A on her Herbology test, and then it had turned very naughty. She didn't think that Professor Sprout could be kinky, but she sure was in her dream. She blushed, realizing the content of her thoughts. After a few minutes of brooding, Millicent woke up.
"Good morning, beautiful. Did you dream about me last night?" Pansy's eyes were abnormally large and bugged out. What was that? She had just wanted to ask if Millicent had good dreams last night. It had come out sounding so...dirty. There was a lengthy pause.
"Morning, Pansy." She was still receiving weird looks from Millicent. The big, red-headed girl continued. "Did I mention that I m going out with Crabbe? He asked me out the other day." Pansy blushed.
"You did, Millie." There was an awkward silence, and then Pansy started getting ready for breakfast. After getting dressed she stood, waiting for Millicent to get ready. Millicent edged out of the bathroom, fully dressed. She couldn't believe her friend had been coming onto her. She went over to her trunk and started looking for the books from today's lessons. Millicent found them and stood idle; her gaze was still fixed on Pansy.
"Are you coming, love?" Pansy couldn't keep the innuendo out of her statement. Her voice had been seductive and wanton, the two things that she did not want to be. Her cheeks were tinted a tomato red almost as bright as a Weasley's hair. What was wrong with her?
~~~
Hermione woke up and did her normal morning. She was very happy. Harry and Ron had actually gotten something done when they had studied yesterday. They had seen Draco in the library, but didn't talk to him. It would seem suspicious to Ron.
She went down the stairs and read a bit of her new book before she started to head towards the Great Hall. She was just about to open the door when she heard someone behind her.
"Hey, sweetums. You look so sexy in your robes. Are they new?" It wasn't Ron. The voice was too feminine. It couldn't be Ginny. Hermione had seen her leave earlier. She slowly turned around, her hand still stuck out as if she was going to open the door. She saw a beet-red Pansy and sucked in a quick breath. This was bad.
"Erm...hello, Parkinson." Millicent rolled her eyes. Pansy looked taken aback. She hadn't wanted to say that to anyone...especially the Mudblood. She wanted to curl up into a ball and die.
"Could you move your fine little behind so I could get into the Great hall?" Translation: Get out of my way, Mudblood. Unfortunately, Hermione had no translator available to her, so she just stood her mouth gaping. Millicent took action. She roughly shoved Hermione aside and opened the door with Pansy following closely behind her. After a few seconds of gaining her composure, Hermione walked in. Then it hit her. Draco had struck.
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To Pansy's horror, the first class of the day was potions. She walked in and was greeted by the noise of students chattering. Pansy decided that she wasn't going to get involved in any conversations. The one at breakfast had been torture, and now, Blaise was convinced that she was his girlfriend.
After a few minutes, Snape walked into the room. His black robes were sweeping dramatically behind him. All conversation immediately stopped. She looked at him again. He reminded her of a vampire, except for the fact that he wasn't stunningly handsome. Most vampires were, so that they could lure people into a feeding.
"Be quiet, imbeciles. Today we are doing the potion that we have been discussing recently. You may only use your notes or your memory. There are to be no partners." At that last statement his eyes swiveled over to where the Gryffindor Trio was seated. He then fixed a condescending glare on Longbottom. "Begin your potion."
Snape moved over to his desk, which was not very far from Pansy. She was nervous. What if she said something that could embarrass her? He started to grade some of the essays that had been done over the weekend. Longbottom was still quivering next to her, not working on his potion. Unfortunately, Snape noticed.
"Longbottom! Get to work now!" The student was still shaking. Snape's look soured, and his eyes flicked to Pansy. "Parkinson, tell Longbottom what to do. We can t have him burning his face off, although it would be a major improvement to his looks." He went back to the essays, and the one he was grading received a red D. Pansy cleared her throat, dreading what she might say. She started to tell him the notes.
"Longbottom, this potion is pretty basic. It's just the timing that is important." She cleared her throat again. So far, so good. She hadn't even hit on him yet. Maybe it was because he was so repulsive. "First, you have to add two shriveled testac-erm, tentacles to water at boiling point." Pansy's face was bright red. Damn, she had already screwed it up. She continued to explain the potion. She was very careful about what she said, and she managed to tell all of the instructions without error...that was, until the end. "You can do your potion now, sweetcakes." Life. Sucked.
After she had made her potion, bottled it, and cleaned up her area, she sat waiting for Snape to dismiss the class. He looked up straight at Neville and glared. He was the only one that hadn't finished her potion.
"Longbottom is the only one that hasn't finished, so while we wait for him to finish his disaster- I mean potion- we will go over today s lesson. There was a dramatic pause when he looked around the room. The students were trying their hardest to not draw attention to themselves. His beetle- black eyes landed on Pansy.
"Parkinson, explain to me the potion that we did today." Why her? It seemed that everyone was picking on her now that she had no control of her mouth. She paused a second, collecting her thoughts. She would NOT embarrass herself this time.
"Today we brewed a truth potion. It is a brother of the Veritaserum potion, but it isn't as strong. It works much the same way as the Veritaserum potion, though. Basically, if you were administered the potion, you would HAVE to tell the truth."
"Good job-"
"So if I gave it to Snape and asked if he thought that Professor Flitwick was the perfect height, he would have to say yes, he gives the best-"
"Parkinson, that is enough!" His cheeks were tinted a dark red; Pansy s cheeks matched. The rest of the class looked like they were going to burst into laughter. They didn't though. Snape would, without a doubt, give them a detention.
"Class dismissed. And Parkinson, stay behind so I can give you a detention." Snape glared again.
On his way out, Draco was smirking.
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Author's Notes: Thanks so much for reading this chapter. I don't need as much help as before for ideas (I have one in mind that would be cool), but every idea helps. I re-read last chapter and realized that I didn't do ALL of the people that I had wanted to. :( I hope that it satisfies you, though. This chapter was really fun to write.
Thank-you:
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Dark Rose: I don't know if Ron will figure out, but that is a good idea. I'll keep it in mind. :O) Thanks for reviewing.
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Chapter 9: Dirty
After Draco's mist had dissipated, there was silence. Hermione was the one to break it. "Well, we will just have to try another time. Tonight's not good." Draco nodded in compliance. Harry stood still, staring at a place on the wall just above Draco.
"Harry, you can go back to the tower. I have some things that I need to tell Draco." Harry still stood, dead to the world. Hermione whispered something in his ear, and he immediately started to pay attention to his surroundings. She leaned over and whispered something else in his ear.
"Go back to the tower now, Harry." Harry nodded and left.
"Well, that took long enough," Hermione said, "I thought that we would never get rid of him. I have a few things to tell and a few things to ask. Is that okay, Draco?"
"That's fine, but that doesn't mean that I will listen, Mudblood." He gave her a short, but meaningful glare. She rolled her eyes. It was his fault in the first place. She wouldn't have been here if he had been better at keeping the meeting from her.
"Don't give me that look, Draco. It's your fault I'm here in the first place."
"How is it MY fault? I didn't invite you. I only sent an invitation to Potter."
"Well, you should have figured out a better way to keep it from me. Anyway, what I wanted to ask is pretty personal, but I think that you would answer it. I have it figured out already, so don't lie." Draco was expecting a question about the potion, so he went over everything he could remember so he would be semi-prepared. "Do you like Harry?"
Draco coughed and sputtered before he could answer. "Erm...possibly." His cheeks reddened a little.
"That's what I thought. I wanted to tell you something, too. Harry is the only other one that knows so far, and I don t think he will tell anyone. If you tell, I'll know."
"Whatever, Granger."
"Well, I'm dating Ron now." It was Hermione's turn to blush. Draco's eyebrows shot up and he smiled.
"Damn. Finnegan won the bet. Oh well...congratulations. I guess that means that you are going to Hogsmeade with him next weekend and you are leaving Harry behind so you can snog?"
"We don't snog, we kiss. There is a difference."
"In my world they are synonymous. So...are you going to leave Harry at Hogwarts?" He tried the mask the hopefulness in his voice, very unsuccessfully. "He would be awfully lonely, so if you do decide to leave him, I'll keep him company."
"I guess we will be. I mean, if he doesn't mind."
"He won t mind. There aren't very many people that can stand the sight of you and Weasel making gaga eyes at each other." Hermione looked taken aback at the last comment, but she didn't say anything about it. She looked down at her watch her mother had given her last Christmas.
"It's late, Draco, I think that I will be going now." With a wave of her hand she left Draco to his thoughts (consisting mostly of Harry and the meaningful kiss he had just received). After a few minutes, Draco left as well, and the Astronomy Tower was left in darkness.
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Harry was in a daze as he walked back to the tower. His glasses were crooked, but he didn't really care. All he could think about was the kiss. It was perfect, or as close to perfect as something could get. His lips still felt tingly, and his face still felt flushed. He almost walked past the portrait, but he heard The Fat Lady discussing something with another portrait. Ah...Violet was the guest's name. He stood in front of the portrait unnoticed, listening to the quiet chatter.
"Oh...you'll never guess what I just heard from one of the former headmaster portraits!"
"Really, Violet, must you gossip all of the time? It really does not concern me to know what some obnoxious little pupils have done...actually, I don t even care what Peeves does anymore, even if it does involve Sir Cadogan and his trusty steed."
"Oh, but this one is scandalous, Mildred, I promise."
"Oh my, a scandal in Hogwarts! That has to be a first!" Violet was deeply insulted at the sarcasm, but she continued to tell her story.
"Anyway, it involves two students. Okay...today, Albus was in a meeting with Minerva, and he started choking on a lemon drop! Isn't it ironic? Well, Minerva saved him, and the meeting continued. Headmaster Dippet said that he was continually looking at a map and shivering. It was the love map." A smirk appeared on her face. "The two people on it were...oh, you will never believe this...Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter!" Harry paled when he heard his name. He had no idea that Headmaster Dumbledore had a map that showed all of the love in Hogwarts. That really was scandalous!
Meanwhile, the Fat Lady (or Mildred, as Violet had called her) had a disbelieving look on her face. After a few minutes she started to laugh. Tears of mirth were running down her painted face. "That has to be the single most utterly ridiculous thing I have ever heard, Violet. And I thought the one about Snape and Trelawney was bad!" At this, Harry cleared his throat. He was surprised that the two ladies hadn't noticed him throughout the whole conversation, and it was getting very uncomfortable for him to hear them talking about him in his presence. It wasn't that bad to be with Draco, was it? At least The Fat Lady didn't believe what Violet had said. The portrait coughed lightly before she responded. "Oh, hello my dear boy. Password?"
"Phoenix feather." The portrait swung open to reveal the Gryffindor common room. He would wait in here for Hermione, but in the mean time he had some more eavesdropping to do. How much more did this Violet know? He sat there for 15 minutes, listening to the conversation outside of the common room. Violet filled The Fat Lady in on the newest rumors, and the Fat Lady responded with cutting and sarcastic remarks, much like Draco might have responded. Harry did a mental backtrack. It seemed like a lot of things reminded him of Draco in some way nowadays. When he was just starting to contemplate what that could mean, Hermione walked into the common room with a satisfied grin plastered on her face.
"You look like Crookshanks after he has caught a particularly large mouse. What happened?"
"Oh, nothing, really." Harry didn't miss the look that she gave him, the look that usually meant something major had come to pass. Obviously it was something good, because she was smiling, but he still worried. He remembered something. She had stayed behind to talk to Malfoy.
"Malfoy didn't do anything to you did he?" The very thought filled him with bitterness. How could he like someone who hurt his friends? He thought about what he had just thought and did a mental slap. Did he like Malfoy?
"No, but I told him about me and Ron. He congratulated me and promised to not make fun of Ron, although I don t know if he will be able to keep the last one." Harry still looked at her. That wasn't all that had happened. That was for sure.
~~~
The next morning Dumbledore still hadn't recovered from his mild shock from the night before. He just couldn't believe what the map had told him. It was against everything that he had witnessed the last six years. Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter could not be a couple. It was probably the blasted map's fault. It had probably been trying to fool him. That was it. It was a bad map that should never have been created. But there was always the possibility that it was being reliable. Truthfully, it had never failed him before...nor had it failed the other headmasters before him. Maybe he would just have to see if they acted like a couple (or a soon-to-be couple).
~~~
Harry woke up feeling very refreshed. A weight that had been on his shoulders was now lifted. It must have had something to do with the fact that he admitted he like Malfoy. Now, all he had to do was figure out if Malfoy's feelings were requited.
He got out of bed and put on a school uniform, getting ready for an action- packed Sunday full of studying for the upcoming N.E.W.T.S. Joy. He could always examine his feelings for Draco in the morning when he wasn't under the watchful eye of Ron...or Herm. He walked into the great hall and the smell of classic breakfast foods greeted him. The first thing that his eyes flicked towards was Malfoy, who coincidentally, had his eyes on Harry. Grey met green and two sets of cheeks flushed. Harry didn't know it, but in escaping the prying eyes of his friends, he had set himself up for the watchful eyes of an ancient headmaster.
~~~
Dumbledore couldn't believe it. Harry and Draco were acting like they had crushes on each other. How could they only have crushes on each other? Last night they had been in a pretty personal position. He watched as both boys caught each other staring...again. He nearly lost it. The map hadn't lied in the first place, and he had already bought a magical paper shredder!
~~~
Sunday flew by in a flurry of books, notes, and homework for Harry and Draco. There was no meeting tonight because there was essentially nothing to discuss. It was now really late, or really early, depending on how you look at it. Draco snuck into the Girl's dormitory, and was still amazed at how easy it was to get in. He moved over to Pansy's bed and got out his wand. "Blanditia." There was a spark of pink light and then he smirked. The spell had worked, because Pansy was mumbling something that sounded similar to "Oooh...Professor Sprout. That's not a bush!" Draco was disturbed.
He slinked back to his dormitory and changed into his normal school clothes. It was 4 o'clock in the morning, and he really couldn't sleep after that little escapade. He decided to go on a little stroll. After all, it wasn't past curfew. It was just extremely early. Unfortunately he ran into a teacher. Not just a teacher, actually-it was Dumbledore.
"Hello, Mr. Malfoy. It's rather early for you to be out and about, my dear boy." Draco mentally scoffed. How rich. Dumbledore was calling him his dear boy. That position was reserved for those goody little Gryffindors, not him.
"Hello, Headmaster." He tried to continue to walk past him, but was stopped by a wrinkled and freckly hand being placed on his shoulder. Draco slowly turned around, expecting the worst. He was greeted by a pair of sparkling sapphire eyes, and a few words of wisdom.
"Be careful how you handle Harry, Mr. Malfoy. Even though he has defeated the Dark Lord many times, he has a sensitive soul." Draco was puzzled and enraged at the same time. How had Dumbledore known about his crush? He desperately tried to keep the anger out of his voice.
"I know that, headmaster. He is very special to me, and I wouldn't hurt him." Now, Draco was puzzled at his own words. Where the HELL had those words come from?
~~~
Pansy woke up very distressed. She had been having a nice dream about getting an A on her Herbology test, and then it had turned very naughty. She didn't think that Professor Sprout could be kinky, but she sure was in her dream. She blushed, realizing the content of her thoughts. After a few minutes of brooding, Millicent woke up.
"Good morning, beautiful. Did you dream about me last night?" Pansy's eyes were abnormally large and bugged out. What was that? She had just wanted to ask if Millicent had good dreams last night. It had come out sounding so...dirty. There was a lengthy pause.
"Morning, Pansy." She was still receiving weird looks from Millicent. The big, red-headed girl continued. "Did I mention that I m going out with Crabbe? He asked me out the other day." Pansy blushed.
"You did, Millie." There was an awkward silence, and then Pansy started getting ready for breakfast. After getting dressed she stood, waiting for Millicent to get ready. Millicent edged out of the bathroom, fully dressed. She couldn't believe her friend had been coming onto her. She went over to her trunk and started looking for the books from today's lessons. Millicent found them and stood idle; her gaze was still fixed on Pansy.
"Are you coming, love?" Pansy couldn't keep the innuendo out of her statement. Her voice had been seductive and wanton, the two things that she did not want to be. Her cheeks were tinted a tomato red almost as bright as a Weasley's hair. What was wrong with her?
~~~
Hermione woke up and did her normal morning. She was very happy. Harry and Ron had actually gotten something done when they had studied yesterday. They had seen Draco in the library, but didn't talk to him. It would seem suspicious to Ron.
She went down the stairs and read a bit of her new book before she started to head towards the Great Hall. She was just about to open the door when she heard someone behind her.
"Hey, sweetums. You look so sexy in your robes. Are they new?" It wasn't Ron. The voice was too feminine. It couldn't be Ginny. Hermione had seen her leave earlier. She slowly turned around, her hand still stuck out as if she was going to open the door. She saw a beet-red Pansy and sucked in a quick breath. This was bad.
"Erm...hello, Parkinson." Millicent rolled her eyes. Pansy looked taken aback. She hadn't wanted to say that to anyone...especially the Mudblood. She wanted to curl up into a ball and die.
"Could you move your fine little behind so I could get into the Great hall?" Translation: Get out of my way, Mudblood. Unfortunately, Hermione had no translator available to her, so she just stood her mouth gaping. Millicent took action. She roughly shoved Hermione aside and opened the door with Pansy following closely behind her. After a few seconds of gaining her composure, Hermione walked in. Then it hit her. Draco had struck.
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To Pansy's horror, the first class of the day was potions. She walked in and was greeted by the noise of students chattering. Pansy decided that she wasn't going to get involved in any conversations. The one at breakfast had been torture, and now, Blaise was convinced that she was his girlfriend.
After a few minutes, Snape walked into the room. His black robes were sweeping dramatically behind him. All conversation immediately stopped. She looked at him again. He reminded her of a vampire, except for the fact that he wasn't stunningly handsome. Most vampires were, so that they could lure people into a feeding.
"Be quiet, imbeciles. Today we are doing the potion that we have been discussing recently. You may only use your notes or your memory. There are to be no partners." At that last statement his eyes swiveled over to where the Gryffindor Trio was seated. He then fixed a condescending glare on Longbottom. "Begin your potion."
Snape moved over to his desk, which was not very far from Pansy. She was nervous. What if she said something that could embarrass her? He started to grade some of the essays that had been done over the weekend. Longbottom was still quivering next to her, not working on his potion. Unfortunately, Snape noticed.
"Longbottom! Get to work now!" The student was still shaking. Snape's look soured, and his eyes flicked to Pansy. "Parkinson, tell Longbottom what to do. We can t have him burning his face off, although it would be a major improvement to his looks." He went back to the essays, and the one he was grading received a red D. Pansy cleared her throat, dreading what she might say. She started to tell him the notes.
"Longbottom, this potion is pretty basic. It's just the timing that is important." She cleared her throat again. So far, so good. She hadn't even hit on him yet. Maybe it was because he was so repulsive. "First, you have to add two shriveled testac-erm, tentacles to water at boiling point." Pansy's face was bright red. Damn, she had already screwed it up. She continued to explain the potion. She was very careful about what she said, and she managed to tell all of the instructions without error...that was, until the end. "You can do your potion now, sweetcakes." Life. Sucked.
After she had made her potion, bottled it, and cleaned up her area, she sat waiting for Snape to dismiss the class. He looked up straight at Neville and glared. He was the only one that hadn't finished her potion.
"Longbottom is the only one that hasn't finished, so while we wait for him to finish his disaster- I mean potion- we will go over today s lesson. There was a dramatic pause when he looked around the room. The students were trying their hardest to not draw attention to themselves. His beetle- black eyes landed on Pansy.
"Parkinson, explain to me the potion that we did today." Why her? It seemed that everyone was picking on her now that she had no control of her mouth. She paused a second, collecting her thoughts. She would NOT embarrass herself this time.
"Today we brewed a truth potion. It is a brother of the Veritaserum potion, but it isn't as strong. It works much the same way as the Veritaserum potion, though. Basically, if you were administered the potion, you would HAVE to tell the truth."
"Good job-"
"So if I gave it to Snape and asked if he thought that Professor Flitwick was the perfect height, he would have to say yes, he gives the best-"
"Parkinson, that is enough!" His cheeks were tinted a dark red; Pansy s cheeks matched. The rest of the class looked like they were going to burst into laughter. They didn't though. Snape would, without a doubt, give them a detention.
"Class dismissed. And Parkinson, stay behind so I can give you a detention." Snape glared again.
On his way out, Draco was smirking.
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Author's Notes: Thanks so much for reading this chapter. I don't need as much help as before for ideas (I have one in mind that would be cool), but every idea helps. I re-read last chapter and realized that I didn't do ALL of the people that I had wanted to. :( I hope that it satisfies you, though. This chapter was really fun to write.
Thank-you:
Ryo-chan: I loved the ideas that you gave me in your review. I tried to put them into my story. :) Also, thanks so much for being my beta-reader.
Basilacticacid, ddz008, Scythe, and Koneko-chan: I am glad that you like my story. :O)
Zeynel: I love seeing a shocked Dumbledore, too. I am glad that you like my story.
NayNymic: I don't think that Dumbledore is going to interfere much, and I hope that this chapter answers your question about how Draco is going to get revenge. I 'm so happy that you reviewed.
Dark Rose: I don't know if Ron will figure out, but that is a good idea. I'll keep it in mind. :O) Thanks for reviewing.
Well, that's all really. Thanks soo much reviewers. Ideas are always welcome (just like reviews, chocolate, and good mystery novels), so feel free to leave one. :-D
