BEHIND LOCKED DOORS
WARNING: Rated R for profanity and homosexual relations of the incestuous kind. But this is actually a story with a plot, not smutty homosexual porn. Flames only keep me warm in winter.
OK, this chapter isn't that eventful in my opinion, but the story gets better in the next few chapters, I promise!!! **********************************************************
Chapter Twelve: The truth comes out
Two days had passed since his Father's visit, and Draco remained in the hospital wing, his strength still returning to him. In that time, Lucas, Crabbe and Goyle had visited him with presents from Honeydukes. It had come to no surprise that Blaise had stayed far away from the hospital wing, and he was glad of it. After all, Draco was more than aware that he could not be held responsible for his actions if he was left alone with Blaise again.
"Hello? Are you awake?" A familiar, slightly husky voice interrupted Draco's thoughts while he was staring at the enchanted ceiling. He sat up.
"What do you want?" He asked Pansy in a bored tone. She frowned. She was holding a bottle of alcoholic butterbeer and a book.
"Well, I *was* planning on visiting a friend I nearly lost and giving him some presents, but seeing as that friend feels like being rude-" She began to turn on her heel.
"No, wait. Stay here, Pansy." He motioned for her to sit down. She obliged, placing her gifts on the foot of his bed and pretending not to notice the distasteful look he cast them. His silvery eyes burned into her obsidian ones.
"Everybody's talking about you, Draco. You do know that, don't you?" Her tone was mostly neutral, suggesting that she didn't really care. To her, it was an interesting piece of gossip more than anything. "Your father isn't going to be pleased with you, is he?" Draco only shrugged.
"Since when is my father any of your business?" He retorted. Pansy raised a dark, thin eyebrow.
"Well, *someone* is tetchy this afternoon! What's your problem anyway, Draco? I come in on my own time to see how you are because, unlike other people, I actually give a shit about my friends, and you just decide to see how much of an arsehole you can be! What the fuck did I do to you that was so bad apart from Flint?" Draco just glared at her unblinkingly, allowing the silence to permeate the air like a bad smell.
"You're the reason I did this."
"I'm *what*?"
"You heard me, you stupid bitch!" Draco growled. "You're the reason I cut myself. You're the reason I nearly died, and you're the reason I'm here right now! Why the fuck should I be nice to you when this is your fault?"
"MY fault? I've done nothing but be a good friend to you ever since we broke up. Look, I'm sorry if you're still hung up on the past but-"
"The past?" Draco let out a high-pitched parody of a laugh. "Pansy, why don't you just stop this stupid game. I'm not a moron, and neither are you. So why don't you just come clean and we can both get on with our lives?" Pansy just snorted.
"What the hell are you on about? I've done *nothing* to you and I'm not playing any games."
"Fine." Draco sighed in exasperation. "If this is the way you want to go about it, then I'll go along, but firstly-"
"Firstly what?" Pansy was also becoming rather annoyed and impatient by now. Draco continued to stare at her unblinkingly with those cold, silvery eyes.
"Tell me, Pansy. Do you get some sick sort of pleasure out of ruining my life? No, seriously, I really want to know." He drawled, silver eyes boring into her. "I mean, it was bad enough that you became Flint's whore when we were together, but what the *fuck* did I ever do to you that made you decide to take my boyfriend away from me too?"
"What do you mean, *your boyfriend*?" There was no shame in her voice, only pure confusion. Draco narrowed his eyes.
"Don't play these mind games with me, Pansy. Blaise and I have been together for two months, and I saw you fucking him in an empty room!" Automatically, Pansy's full lips set themselves into a hard, narrow line of rage. The confusion vanished from her dark eyes and was replaced with black fire.
"Oh, Gods! That *bastard*! That *bastard*!" She growled between clenched teeth. "Oh Gods, Draco I'm so sorry."
"Sorry for what?" He drawled, arms folded. "For fucking my life up again? For truly making yourself the Slytherin slut? For being a better fuck than me?" Pansy glared at him, holding up a small hand for silence.
"Hang on a moment, Draco. I need to explain, but first, I have to ask you something." Draco just glared at the petite girl.
"I know what you plan on asking, and no, I don't want the bastard ba-"
"Shut up!" Pansy snapped. "That's not what I wanted to ask. I wanted to know why nobody was aware that you and Blaise were together. Did he want to keep it a secret or something?"
"So what if he did? Since when is that any of your business?"
"Draco, think about it." She spoke slowly, like she was explaining something to a small child. Quite suddenly, all the puzzle pieces seemed to click into place, revealing a very unpretty picture.
"He was playing us." Draco's eyes went wide in a mixture of fury and pain as Pansy nodded an affirmative. "He was *playing* us." Draco repeated, growling. "Gods! How could I have been so *stupid* not to realize it? It was so damn *obvious*! I'm going to *kill* that bastard!!!"
"Hang on, Draco." Pansy covered his large, pale hand with her smaller one. "You can't be too hasty, apparently it's very un-Malfoy like." She smiled cruelly. "Besides, you're not the only one who wishes to see Blaise suffer."
"Exactly what are you suggesting?" Draco inquired. She leaned closer towards him, so their faces were mere inches apart.
"I'm suggesting," She said in that low, husky voice of hers "that we should consider joining forces in getting revenge on that little bastard. After all, if the two of us work together, we could find some rather.interesting ways to wreak our revenge upon him, don't you think?" Her cruel smile widened ever so slightly. Draco narrowed his eyes briefly before returning an equally cruel smile.
"I think, my dear Pansy, that you have suggested a very tempting idea." He answered, moving back from her face. "Now, exactly where shall we start?"
"We declare ourselves in a partnership, of course." Pansy answered coolly, her smile never fading. She took her hand off Draco's and extended it. They shook hands, staring into each other's eyes the entire time.
"And exactly where shall we go from here?" Draco asked smoothly, raising an eyebrow.
"The restricted section, of course." Pansy answered without hesitation. "Professor Snape will give me permission to borrow some certain books and I'll being them back to you. I already have a plan of attack in mind."
WARNING: Rated R for profanity and homosexual relations of the incestuous kind. But this is actually a story with a plot, not smutty homosexual porn. Flames only keep me warm in winter.
OK, this chapter isn't that eventful in my opinion, but the story gets better in the next few chapters, I promise!!! **********************************************************
Chapter Twelve: The truth comes out
Two days had passed since his Father's visit, and Draco remained in the hospital wing, his strength still returning to him. In that time, Lucas, Crabbe and Goyle had visited him with presents from Honeydukes. It had come to no surprise that Blaise had stayed far away from the hospital wing, and he was glad of it. After all, Draco was more than aware that he could not be held responsible for his actions if he was left alone with Blaise again.
"Hello? Are you awake?" A familiar, slightly husky voice interrupted Draco's thoughts while he was staring at the enchanted ceiling. He sat up.
"What do you want?" He asked Pansy in a bored tone. She frowned. She was holding a bottle of alcoholic butterbeer and a book.
"Well, I *was* planning on visiting a friend I nearly lost and giving him some presents, but seeing as that friend feels like being rude-" She began to turn on her heel.
"No, wait. Stay here, Pansy." He motioned for her to sit down. She obliged, placing her gifts on the foot of his bed and pretending not to notice the distasteful look he cast them. His silvery eyes burned into her obsidian ones.
"Everybody's talking about you, Draco. You do know that, don't you?" Her tone was mostly neutral, suggesting that she didn't really care. To her, it was an interesting piece of gossip more than anything. "Your father isn't going to be pleased with you, is he?" Draco only shrugged.
"Since when is my father any of your business?" He retorted. Pansy raised a dark, thin eyebrow.
"Well, *someone* is tetchy this afternoon! What's your problem anyway, Draco? I come in on my own time to see how you are because, unlike other people, I actually give a shit about my friends, and you just decide to see how much of an arsehole you can be! What the fuck did I do to you that was so bad apart from Flint?" Draco just glared at her unblinkingly, allowing the silence to permeate the air like a bad smell.
"You're the reason I did this."
"I'm *what*?"
"You heard me, you stupid bitch!" Draco growled. "You're the reason I cut myself. You're the reason I nearly died, and you're the reason I'm here right now! Why the fuck should I be nice to you when this is your fault?"
"MY fault? I've done nothing but be a good friend to you ever since we broke up. Look, I'm sorry if you're still hung up on the past but-"
"The past?" Draco let out a high-pitched parody of a laugh. "Pansy, why don't you just stop this stupid game. I'm not a moron, and neither are you. So why don't you just come clean and we can both get on with our lives?" Pansy just snorted.
"What the hell are you on about? I've done *nothing* to you and I'm not playing any games."
"Fine." Draco sighed in exasperation. "If this is the way you want to go about it, then I'll go along, but firstly-"
"Firstly what?" Pansy was also becoming rather annoyed and impatient by now. Draco continued to stare at her unblinkingly with those cold, silvery eyes.
"Tell me, Pansy. Do you get some sick sort of pleasure out of ruining my life? No, seriously, I really want to know." He drawled, silver eyes boring into her. "I mean, it was bad enough that you became Flint's whore when we were together, but what the *fuck* did I ever do to you that made you decide to take my boyfriend away from me too?"
"What do you mean, *your boyfriend*?" There was no shame in her voice, only pure confusion. Draco narrowed his eyes.
"Don't play these mind games with me, Pansy. Blaise and I have been together for two months, and I saw you fucking him in an empty room!" Automatically, Pansy's full lips set themselves into a hard, narrow line of rage. The confusion vanished from her dark eyes and was replaced with black fire.
"Oh, Gods! That *bastard*! That *bastard*!" She growled between clenched teeth. "Oh Gods, Draco I'm so sorry."
"Sorry for what?" He drawled, arms folded. "For fucking my life up again? For truly making yourself the Slytherin slut? For being a better fuck than me?" Pansy glared at him, holding up a small hand for silence.
"Hang on a moment, Draco. I need to explain, but first, I have to ask you something." Draco just glared at the petite girl.
"I know what you plan on asking, and no, I don't want the bastard ba-"
"Shut up!" Pansy snapped. "That's not what I wanted to ask. I wanted to know why nobody was aware that you and Blaise were together. Did he want to keep it a secret or something?"
"So what if he did? Since when is that any of your business?"
"Draco, think about it." She spoke slowly, like she was explaining something to a small child. Quite suddenly, all the puzzle pieces seemed to click into place, revealing a very unpretty picture.
"He was playing us." Draco's eyes went wide in a mixture of fury and pain as Pansy nodded an affirmative. "He was *playing* us." Draco repeated, growling. "Gods! How could I have been so *stupid* not to realize it? It was so damn *obvious*! I'm going to *kill* that bastard!!!"
"Hang on, Draco." Pansy covered his large, pale hand with her smaller one. "You can't be too hasty, apparently it's very un-Malfoy like." She smiled cruelly. "Besides, you're not the only one who wishes to see Blaise suffer."
"Exactly what are you suggesting?" Draco inquired. She leaned closer towards him, so their faces were mere inches apart.
"I'm suggesting," She said in that low, husky voice of hers "that we should consider joining forces in getting revenge on that little bastard. After all, if the two of us work together, we could find some rather.interesting ways to wreak our revenge upon him, don't you think?" Her cruel smile widened ever so slightly. Draco narrowed his eyes briefly before returning an equally cruel smile.
"I think, my dear Pansy, that you have suggested a very tempting idea." He answered, moving back from her face. "Now, exactly where shall we start?"
"We declare ourselves in a partnership, of course." Pansy answered coolly, her smile never fading. She took her hand off Draco's and extended it. They shook hands, staring into each other's eyes the entire time.
"And exactly where shall we go from here?" Draco asked smoothly, raising an eyebrow.
"The restricted section, of course." Pansy answered without hesitation. "Professor Snape will give me permission to borrow some certain books and I'll being them back to you. I already have a plan of attack in mind."