The train screeched to a halt moments later and all the students crowded at the exits and as soon as the door opened they spilled out swarming over the platform at Hogsmeade station.
"Firs' years this way," Hagrid's voice boomed above the crowds noise.
Ginny stood at the top of the stairs looking over the crowd for her new friend.
Blaise spotted her and waved, "Ginny! Hey!" he called bounding up as quickly as could through the throng of students. He held out a hand to her.
Ginny giggled and just hopped down into his arms, completely oblivious to the pair of eyes watching them that were watching her silently plotting revenge.
"Zabini! Stay away from my sister!" Ron's voice yelled over the the hub-bub.
"Ronald! Leave us alone!" Ginny screamed back at him.
Blaise grinned, "What does he have against me?"
"Well I would guess it is more a matter of the fact that you are Slytherin opposed to any other reason. He did not make a big deal at all when I went to the Yule ball with Neville."
"He is staring at you, you know?" Blaise said with a nod to left in front of them.
Ginny looked in the direction blaise had nodded in and saw Neville as well as Seamus, Dean, and Colin were all staring at her. When they realized they had been caught, they all waved. Ginny smiled sarcastically and waved back. GREAT! All of them were great friends but they were just not boyfriend material in her opinion. Ginny could not help it, she was just more attracted to Slytherins. Especially the very sweet one she had spent the last part of the trip with. Surely Blaise was proof that not all Slytherins were terrible. Even Draco did not really seem quite as bad as he always had in the past.
Blaise and Ginny quickly made their way to the carriages and climbed into an empty one together. Several boys tried to join them. but one look at Blaise Zabini twirling his wand with one hand and the other tossed around Ginny's shoulders was enough to send them scurrying as fast as they could to another, any other, carriage.
Pansy was fuming, Draco obeserved with the slightest smirk of amusement.
"That little red-head is going to pay for touching Blaise. He is mine. Nobody touches what belong to Pansy Parkinson. NOBODY!" Pansy snarled her hand squeezing her wand so tightly green and sliver sparks shot out. "How are we going to make her pay?"
"Wait a minute Pans. What is this we?" Draco asked eyes narrowing, "When did I get dragged into a cat-fight?
"Draco please?" Pansy begged giving him her saddest look. "You could help me and torture a Weasley at the same time."
Draco crossed his arms and leaned back into the shadows, "I'm listening."
"I haven't figured out what I am going to accomplish this yet," Pansy said looking down. She heard a sigh come from Draco.
"Please tell me you are joking?" Draco said exasperatedly.
"I was hoping the Prince of Slytherin might have a few ideas to help me?" Pansy said sticking her lower lip out in a pout.
Draco sighed dramatically, "I'll see what I can think up. Let me think the rest of the trip."
The rest of the ride prooved most unproductive to their scheming. Though Draco said nothing to Pansy about not having thought up anything to do to them yet.
They silently climbed down from the carriage and headed up the stairs to the oak door and inside. They went swiftly to the great hall and sat down at the Slytherin table as far from where the teachers sat as possible.
Draco and Pansy sat across from each other and completely ignored the entire sorting process. Draco sat facing the hall and leaned forward putting his right elbow on the table and leaning his cheek into the palm of his hand.
How to get back at Weaselette? what to do, what to do? He frowned and looked up and down the Gryffindor table searching for his prey.
There she is. Draco felt his eyes narrow. Was she the whore of all Gryffindor house? She was surrounded on all sides four males deep.
Draco frowned at himself. Why did it bother him to see her surrounded by guys? He did not care about a Weasley.
When he spotted Longbottom sitting next to her, he felt his frown turn up into the devilish trademark Malfoy smirk.
Pansy had been watching for a sign just like this one.
"Oh Draco, Did you think of something?" Pansy asked placing her hands on either side of her plate and leaning forward eyes sparkling in mirth.
Draco nodded smirk growing even larger as it usually did when he came up with a particularly evil thought.
"For our last announcement before supper," Dumbledore spoke standing at his place, "Our new head-boy and head-girl are Draco Malfoy of Slytherin house and Hermione Granger of Gryffindor house."
Draco stood as his name was called. Every girl in the great hall whether they were in Slytherin or not cheered and clapped. they almost drowned out the announcement of Hermione becoming head-girl not the Draco cared. He bowed and smirked at them all. Draco's smirk remained in place as he sank into his seat. It pleased him that he had recieved such applause when Granger received so much less.
"Yes Pansy," Draco replied as food filled the plates in front of them. "I've figured out what we can do."
He reached out and poured himself a glass of pumpkin juice. He began to pile his plate high with food.
"Well what are we going to do?" Pansy asked eagerly, eyes growing even brighter at the thought of getting back at the Weasel that had dared to touch what belonged to a Parkinson. She would get what was coming to her.
"I am going to make her fall in love," he answered.
"How is that supposed to be punishment?" Pansy hissed angrily.
Draco sighed rolling his eyes and taking a bite of chicken.
"Pansy, Pansy, Pansy," Draco said as if he was talking to a four year old. "If you would have waited to hear my entire plan rather than interrupting you would know." Draco spoke the last part snidely.
"Sorry Draco," Pansy simpered, "What is the rest?"
"With some fool that will infuriate her. Like longbottom," Draco said with a grin that on anyone else would have been kind and sincere happiness but on him simply promised suffering to whoever it was directed against.
"How are you going to do that?" Pansy asked leaning forward eager to hear what the Prince of Slytherin had come up with.
"My dear Miss Parkinson, What is my best class? Potions," he said supplying the answer for her. "I will brew a Love Potion for the Mudblood loving Weaselette."
"Which Love Potion?" Pansy asked heavy confusion mingled with curiosity evident in her voice.
"The Verus Amor Potion, only the best for our Mudblood loving friend," Draco answered immediately. "We will have to be careful in administering it though. It's incredibly powerful, when brewed correctly. All that we have to do is figure out how to give it to her so she does not know what she is drinking."
"But Draco," Pansy whined, "How are we going to get the ingredients and the instructions?"
"Leave that to me. I will contact my mother and have her send me our copy of 'Moste Potente Potions'. I am positive the potion is in there."
"Draco you have free reign in the library being head-boy. Why not get the book from there?" Pansy asked with a clueless look on her face.
"Pansy please," Draco said rolling his eyes directly in her face. "The professors would know it was me if we happened to get caught. Where-as if I use a privately owned copy of the book...the professors will not be any the wiser if the potion is discovered."
Pansy began to giggle in a very wicked way.
Draco kicked her under the table.
"What was that for?" she asked no trace of happiness left.
"Could you be any more daft?" Draco growled. "Don't draw attention to us. Slytherins laughing wickedly is usually a sign that there is trouble. Do you want us to get caught before we start?"
Pansy straightened up instantly just as Headmaster Dumbledore stood up to address the hall. Everyone turned to watch quietly waiting for his last words.
"I must remind you that the Forbidden Forest is as always off limits," his eyes twinkled enchantingly in the light of the floating candles. "One more announcement before we dismiss you all to go to bed. A very special student will be skipping to their seventh year."
The students errupted into excited chatter. The Ravenclaws were all talking very excitedly. Surely it was one of them. Little did they know.
"Settle down," Dumbledore said a little louder. "Her grades are so far above what is normal that the staff and myself feel it would be unfair to hold her back, and that student in Ginny Weasley."
All eyes in the great hall turned on the youngest Weasley. Her cheeks glowed a brilliant shade of crimson that clashed with her hair. All the Gryffindors started cheering and slapping her on the back.
The Ravenclaws and Huffelpuffs clapped politely while every Slytherin sat in stony silence except for Blaise who clapped.
Everyone rose from their seats a few minutes later and began to leave for their common rooms.
Pansy and Draco walked down into the dungeons leading all the Slytherins.
They stopped in front of a blank wall and Draco turned to speak to the throng, "The password is Parseltongue, but it is subject to change at my discretion." Draco leered all around at the students and the wall behind him moved back before lifting up.
Draco spun and walked into the commonroom allowing his cloak to billow behind him. He quickly took his place on a comfortable black leather couch that sat before the fire that had been his since his first year.
All the Slytherins filed in quietly and went up to their rooms.
"First years," He said quietly. "Your head of house is Professor Snape, the Potions master."
Several first years lingered watching him. He turned and sent them a glare so menacing that it sent them moving even faster for their rooms.
Once Draco sat alone in the common room he rose to his feet and took a small white bottle out the inside pocket of his robes. He popped it open and poured a small amount of the powder into his hand.
Draco walked purposefully up to the silver flames crackling in the grate of the commonroom. He tossed the powder into the flames and shouted, "Malfoy manor."
"Mother," He called into the now shining emerald flames that burned bright and high.
His mother's head appeared in the fire, "Yes Draco," she said sitting comfortably in the grate.
"We own a copy of 'Moste Potente Potions' do we not?" he asked in one of his most business like tones.
"Of course Darling," His mother said watching him through shrewd icy blue eyes.
"Will you please send it to me by owl tomorrow morning?" Draco said keeping his face stony so she would have no idea as to his intentions.
"Very well Draco," his mother said neutrally, "Is there anything else you need me to send?"
"Thank you," Draco replied, "No nothing else mother."
"I'll go send it now," Narcissa Malfoy told her son, "Goodnight."
"Goodnight Mother."
"Firs' years this way," Hagrid's voice boomed above the crowds noise.
Ginny stood at the top of the stairs looking over the crowd for her new friend.
Blaise spotted her and waved, "Ginny! Hey!" he called bounding up as quickly as could through the throng of students. He held out a hand to her.
Ginny giggled and just hopped down into his arms, completely oblivious to the pair of eyes watching them that were watching her silently plotting revenge.
"Zabini! Stay away from my sister!" Ron's voice yelled over the the hub-bub.
"Ronald! Leave us alone!" Ginny screamed back at him.
Blaise grinned, "What does he have against me?"
"Well I would guess it is more a matter of the fact that you are Slytherin opposed to any other reason. He did not make a big deal at all when I went to the Yule ball with Neville."
"He is staring at you, you know?" Blaise said with a nod to left in front of them.
Ginny looked in the direction blaise had nodded in and saw Neville as well as Seamus, Dean, and Colin were all staring at her. When they realized they had been caught, they all waved. Ginny smiled sarcastically and waved back. GREAT! All of them were great friends but they were just not boyfriend material in her opinion. Ginny could not help it, she was just more attracted to Slytherins. Especially the very sweet one she had spent the last part of the trip with. Surely Blaise was proof that not all Slytherins were terrible. Even Draco did not really seem quite as bad as he always had in the past.
Blaise and Ginny quickly made their way to the carriages and climbed into an empty one together. Several boys tried to join them. but one look at Blaise Zabini twirling his wand with one hand and the other tossed around Ginny's shoulders was enough to send them scurrying as fast as they could to another, any other, carriage.
Pansy was fuming, Draco obeserved with the slightest smirk of amusement.
"That little red-head is going to pay for touching Blaise. He is mine. Nobody touches what belong to Pansy Parkinson. NOBODY!" Pansy snarled her hand squeezing her wand so tightly green and sliver sparks shot out. "How are we going to make her pay?"
"Wait a minute Pans. What is this we?" Draco asked eyes narrowing, "When did I get dragged into a cat-fight?
"Draco please?" Pansy begged giving him her saddest look. "You could help me and torture a Weasley at the same time."
Draco crossed his arms and leaned back into the shadows, "I'm listening."
"I haven't figured out what I am going to accomplish this yet," Pansy said looking down. She heard a sigh come from Draco.
"Please tell me you are joking?" Draco said exasperatedly.
"I was hoping the Prince of Slytherin might have a few ideas to help me?" Pansy said sticking her lower lip out in a pout.
Draco sighed dramatically, "I'll see what I can think up. Let me think the rest of the trip."
The rest of the ride prooved most unproductive to their scheming. Though Draco said nothing to Pansy about not having thought up anything to do to them yet.
They silently climbed down from the carriage and headed up the stairs to the oak door and inside. They went swiftly to the great hall and sat down at the Slytherin table as far from where the teachers sat as possible.
Draco and Pansy sat across from each other and completely ignored the entire sorting process. Draco sat facing the hall and leaned forward putting his right elbow on the table and leaning his cheek into the palm of his hand.
How to get back at Weaselette? what to do, what to do? He frowned and looked up and down the Gryffindor table searching for his prey.
There she is. Draco felt his eyes narrow. Was she the whore of all Gryffindor house? She was surrounded on all sides four males deep.
Draco frowned at himself. Why did it bother him to see her surrounded by guys? He did not care about a Weasley.
When he spotted Longbottom sitting next to her, he felt his frown turn up into the devilish trademark Malfoy smirk.
Pansy had been watching for a sign just like this one.
"Oh Draco, Did you think of something?" Pansy asked placing her hands on either side of her plate and leaning forward eyes sparkling in mirth.
Draco nodded smirk growing even larger as it usually did when he came up with a particularly evil thought.
"For our last announcement before supper," Dumbledore spoke standing at his place, "Our new head-boy and head-girl are Draco Malfoy of Slytherin house and Hermione Granger of Gryffindor house."
Draco stood as his name was called. Every girl in the great hall whether they were in Slytherin or not cheered and clapped. they almost drowned out the announcement of Hermione becoming head-girl not the Draco cared. He bowed and smirked at them all. Draco's smirk remained in place as he sank into his seat. It pleased him that he had recieved such applause when Granger received so much less.
"Yes Pansy," Draco replied as food filled the plates in front of them. "I've figured out what we can do."
He reached out and poured himself a glass of pumpkin juice. He began to pile his plate high with food.
"Well what are we going to do?" Pansy asked eagerly, eyes growing even brighter at the thought of getting back at the Weasel that had dared to touch what belonged to a Parkinson. She would get what was coming to her.
"I am going to make her fall in love," he answered.
"How is that supposed to be punishment?" Pansy hissed angrily.
Draco sighed rolling his eyes and taking a bite of chicken.
"Pansy, Pansy, Pansy," Draco said as if he was talking to a four year old. "If you would have waited to hear my entire plan rather than interrupting you would know." Draco spoke the last part snidely.
"Sorry Draco," Pansy simpered, "What is the rest?"
"With some fool that will infuriate her. Like longbottom," Draco said with a grin that on anyone else would have been kind and sincere happiness but on him simply promised suffering to whoever it was directed against.
"How are you going to do that?" Pansy asked leaning forward eager to hear what the Prince of Slytherin had come up with.
"My dear Miss Parkinson, What is my best class? Potions," he said supplying the answer for her. "I will brew a Love Potion for the Mudblood loving Weaselette."
"Which Love Potion?" Pansy asked heavy confusion mingled with curiosity evident in her voice.
"The Verus Amor Potion, only the best for our Mudblood loving friend," Draco answered immediately. "We will have to be careful in administering it though. It's incredibly powerful, when brewed correctly. All that we have to do is figure out how to give it to her so she does not know what she is drinking."
"But Draco," Pansy whined, "How are we going to get the ingredients and the instructions?"
"Leave that to me. I will contact my mother and have her send me our copy of 'Moste Potente Potions'. I am positive the potion is in there."
"Draco you have free reign in the library being head-boy. Why not get the book from there?" Pansy asked with a clueless look on her face.
"Pansy please," Draco said rolling his eyes directly in her face. "The professors would know it was me if we happened to get caught. Where-as if I use a privately owned copy of the book...the professors will not be any the wiser if the potion is discovered."
Pansy began to giggle in a very wicked way.
Draco kicked her under the table.
"What was that for?" she asked no trace of happiness left.
"Could you be any more daft?" Draco growled. "Don't draw attention to us. Slytherins laughing wickedly is usually a sign that there is trouble. Do you want us to get caught before we start?"
Pansy straightened up instantly just as Headmaster Dumbledore stood up to address the hall. Everyone turned to watch quietly waiting for his last words.
"I must remind you that the Forbidden Forest is as always off limits," his eyes twinkled enchantingly in the light of the floating candles. "One more announcement before we dismiss you all to go to bed. A very special student will be skipping to their seventh year."
The students errupted into excited chatter. The Ravenclaws were all talking very excitedly. Surely it was one of them. Little did they know.
"Settle down," Dumbledore said a little louder. "Her grades are so far above what is normal that the staff and myself feel it would be unfair to hold her back, and that student in Ginny Weasley."
All eyes in the great hall turned on the youngest Weasley. Her cheeks glowed a brilliant shade of crimson that clashed with her hair. All the Gryffindors started cheering and slapping her on the back.
The Ravenclaws and Huffelpuffs clapped politely while every Slytherin sat in stony silence except for Blaise who clapped.
Everyone rose from their seats a few minutes later and began to leave for their common rooms.
Pansy and Draco walked down into the dungeons leading all the Slytherins.
They stopped in front of a blank wall and Draco turned to speak to the throng, "The password is Parseltongue, but it is subject to change at my discretion." Draco leered all around at the students and the wall behind him moved back before lifting up.
Draco spun and walked into the commonroom allowing his cloak to billow behind him. He quickly took his place on a comfortable black leather couch that sat before the fire that had been his since his first year.
All the Slytherins filed in quietly and went up to their rooms.
"First years," He said quietly. "Your head of house is Professor Snape, the Potions master."
Several first years lingered watching him. He turned and sent them a glare so menacing that it sent them moving even faster for their rooms.
Once Draco sat alone in the common room he rose to his feet and took a small white bottle out the inside pocket of his robes. He popped it open and poured a small amount of the powder into his hand.
Draco walked purposefully up to the silver flames crackling in the grate of the commonroom. He tossed the powder into the flames and shouted, "Malfoy manor."
"Mother," He called into the now shining emerald flames that burned bright and high.
His mother's head appeared in the fire, "Yes Draco," she said sitting comfortably in the grate.
"We own a copy of 'Moste Potente Potions' do we not?" he asked in one of his most business like tones.
"Of course Darling," His mother said watching him through shrewd icy blue eyes.
"Will you please send it to me by owl tomorrow morning?" Draco said keeping his face stony so she would have no idea as to his intentions.
"Very well Draco," his mother said neutrally, "Is there anything else you need me to send?"
"Thank you," Draco replied, "No nothing else mother."
"I'll go send it now," Narcissa Malfoy told her son, "Goodnight."
"Goodnight Mother."