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Seven Minutes in Heaven
Chapter four
Letters
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Sunlight filtered to the window drawing a groan from the lump under the silken sheets. Draco Malfoy flung the sheets to the side, his appearance tousled and ghastly. Last night's detention was horrid, after Harry had left, he had to polish and clip all twenty five brooms. By the time he had finished, it was a stroke past twelve, and most of Hogwart's residence was asleep in their nice warm comfortable beds. Then there was the tedious task of placing the brooms back in the shed, each in their proper places. As soon as he stepped foot inside the castle, Filch had interrogated him with Mrs. Norris hissing and spitting at him throughout. Which had kept him up an extra fifteen minutes.
Stifling a yawn, he stumbled his way to the bathroom.
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Pansy jotted down the last few words glowing with self satisfaction. Carefully, she folded the Malfoy stationary into thirds, slipped it into a envelope, and sealed the letter with the Malfoy crest. Drakey wouldn't have guessed that she would do this with his stationary kit, which by the way he had left carelessly on the common room floor. Where anyone or anything could of picked it up and forged a note. Which had not been the case since Pansy wasn't just anybody. She was the scheming meddlesome best friend of the Slytherin Prince. Perfectly harmless.
After careful notes and observation, she had come up with the most complex and reasonable way to end the fairy tale that was Draco Malfoy's love life. Pansy was determined to see to it that it would end with 'Harry and Malfoy lived Happily Ever After'.
Picking up her quill once more, she added, in fancy cursive, the address of the letter.
Sated, she put away her writing supplies, and headed to the owlery. Where her owl Isis was waiting.
Today was going to be a wonderful day.
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Harry sauntered out of the Gryffindor common room, the portrait of the fat lady swung closed.
"G'bye dearie!"
He waved a lazy hand in her direction calling out a jolly Good bye. Hair tousled and contacts firmly in place. Harry was ready to start the day. His stomach gave a loud growl, but maybe Breakfast would do some good.
He turned round the corner, a figure speeding past and knocking him in the shoulder.
"Hey!"
The person halted. It was Pansy. With that stupid cheesy little grin on her face.
"Oops." She giggled. "Sorry. I really got to run! Buh-bye now!"
Harry stared dumbfounded.
Slytherins. He'd really never understand them.
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Draco emerged from the bathroom, steam billowing around him, and a towel wrapped around his shapely waist. He snatched his wand on the cherrywood cabinet, and accio-ed his comb into his free hand.
The mirror babbled with glee.
"Oh my! Oh my! So Beautiful! And that hair!" It exclaimed.
He smirked as his trunk snapped open and assorted fashions floated out.
"Oooh the gray one! With that black one over there!"
He picked up the gray sweater and the black trousers.
"Perfect!" The mirror could hardly suppress a sigh.
He flashed a charming grin. "Read my mind."
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Pansy smiled. Isis nipping her finger affectionately.
"Isis?"
The black owl hooted appreciatively.
"I need you to give his letter to Harry Potter. Can you do that for me?"
Yet again it gave an affirmative hoot.
Giving the Owl's glossy black feathers one last stroke she stepped out of the owlery.
"You're a darling Isis!"
Now where was that Millicent.
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The Great hall's doors flung open, a very ravishing and preened Slytherin prince bounding through. Both girls and boys could hardly keep away they're relishing stares.
You could literally feel the room start to sizzle. That's what a dose of a ravishing Slytherin Prince could do to you.
Confident, he strutted towards the Slytherin table, taking his seat to Blaise who gave him a thumbs up. He sipped his pumpkin juice, noticing the lack of Pansy once more.
"Where's Pans?"
"Dunno. Still in her dorm I'd fancy. You know how girls are. Got ta' be just perfect."
"Oh."
"Yup."
"Right."
"Mhmm."
"Woah look at Potter."
At that exact moment Harry walked in, looking delectable as ever with his messy coal locks and vibrant green eyes. Draco could hardly keep himself from salivating. He licked his dry lips. Hot. Abso-bloody-lutely steaming. Many of the onlookers were fanning themselves. Blaise gave a whistle, standing up from his seat.
"Way to go Potter!"
Harry colored taking his spot next to Ron. Many other catcalls and whistles followed. Flustered, Draco got up and headed towards the exit. Blaise giving him a wink on his way out.
Draco was going to need a change of scenery for quite awhile.
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Harry was confused. He knew he looked all right but seriously all this over him? Wasn't that Blaise? Things were getting a little weird. He swiveled his head to the left, then there was Seamus and the rest of the population. Most of the HPFC members and singles anyway.
"Here." Hermione pressed a copy of the daily prophet in his hands.
He accepted it gratefully unfolding it and using it to hide the eminent blush that stained his cheeks.
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Draco strode down the hall, hearing the familiar feminine giggle. His eyes lit up. Pansy! He hastened his pace, veering sharply around the corner. To see, just as he suspected, Pansy and her right hand man err woman, Millicent at her side. He need her help. He had promised to tell Potter the truth of the incident. Which by the was a bloody lie. He had been crossing his fingers the whole time the bet had been arranged. He did the time. But in no hells way was he going to tell Potter. Not a single damn word.
"Pansy." His voice dripping with sugar. "I need to talk to you about something."
Her eyelashes fluttered innocently. "What is it Drakey?"
He returned the gesture. "In private."
He seized the sleeve of her shirt, dragging her away.
Pansy giggled. "No it's all right Milly. I'll meet you in the great hall."
Giving Draco a thick stare, Millicent Bulstrode stomped down the hallway.
"Pansy I need your help."
"Help? With what exactly?" She inquired, inwardly grinning.
Draco combed a hand through his blonde hair. "With Potter."
"Oh?"
"You see I..."
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'This is stupid.' Harry thought, rereading the same paragraph for the umpteenth time. He battled Voldemort for Merlins sake! That was much scarier than this. Emerald eyes peeked over the trim of the newspaper. They were still staring at him, all with the same glazed stares.
He flipped to the sports section.
To hell with it all.
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"There, There, Drakey." She patted his arm affectionately. "Don't worry. I'll fix everything."
Draco gave a relieved sigh, missing the triumphant look on Pansy's face.
"Thanks Pans you're the best." He muttered as he strode down the hallway.
She waved goodbye. With new information to add to her observation notes, she was sure, by Christmas, everything would all fit in. Now, all she needed to do now was get her mitts on a certain delectable Terry Boot.
Ickle little boys beware. Parkinson is on the prowl. Roar.
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Harry looked down near his plate, a neat little letter with the Malfoy seal set next to the salt shaker. Hurriedly, he tucked it into the depths of his robes. He'd read it later.
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Much later...
The bell rang signaling the start of class, and of course, the trio had the dreaded history of magic class, run by a very enigmatic Professor Binns. Of course, they were again, coupled with the Slytherins.
They sat in their usual seats watching the rest of the class flock in.
Pansy waltzed in, a catlike smile stretched across her face, semblance of the Cheshire cat. She was utterly satiated at the moment.
Draco merely arched a perfectly groomed brow.
"What's up Pansy? You look like you received the most mind blowing kiss of your life."
She sighed dreamily. "You could say that."
Draco wrinkled his nose in disgust. "I don't want to know."
Pansy laughed.
Professor Binns cleared her throat. The clamoring died down, every single pair of eyes on her.
"Please take out your quills and copy and answer the question on Page 118 of Hogwarts: A history."
Only the sound of paper and the scratching of quills graced her ears as Professor Binns retreated to her desk, her mauve colored robes sweeping behind her.
Harry bit his lip absently, his eyes reading and rereading the fifth question. It was hard to concentrate, with all of the previous and current events swirling around in his head. Most of all, those unmistakable piercing gray eyes. He shook his head returning to the task at hand.
What is Hogwarts Motto?
Motto. Motto. He had heard it. All the way back in first year. Damn. His eyes turned to the blond amongst the brunettes and red heads. His eyes flickered with recognition. Thank you Malfoy.
Hogwarts motto is never tickle a sleeping dragon.
How could he forget? Ron had snarked Malfoy about it once. It was funny really. He could hardly smother his snickers, the scene playing in his head.
"Is there something you need to express Mr. Potter?"
His cheeks tinged red. "No Professor."
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"A tad embarrassed for you mate. What were you laughing about anyway?" Ron asked.
"Nothing. Really."
"Harry come on," moaned Ron. "Tell me."
Hermione gave a disapproving stare. "Boys we have no time for chitter chatter or Trelawny will predict us a detention."
Both boys sighed. "Right."
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Draco weaved through the halls, heading to Divination. He moaned in dread. Staring into cups of steaming hot tea and predicting corny made up fortunes was not his typical picnic. He loathed the class and the old hag as well, with her squinty eyes and thick bottle thick lenses, and not to mention those horrible shawls. Draco shuddered. Completely dreadful.
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In divination, five minutes later...
"Please take out your logs and gather your supplies."
The class bustled about shuffling into seats and so forth.
"You must interpret your partners fortunes."
Quickly they got to work, staring intently into the crystal balls. Harry predicted, cheekily, that Ron and Hermione would be wed and with little red heads running around. Ron and Hermione blushed red to the point of total embarrassment. In spite, Ron predicted a romantic fairy tale version of Ginny and Harry's future. Which of course, Harry denied outright. Claiming that he and Ginny were only friends and that she had been going out with Neville for the past two weeks. Ron had colored demanding that he talk to Neville directly after class.
Draco sighed, giving Goyle another damned fake prediction watching the larger boy's face light up like a pinball machine.
Trewlawny tread up to their table, observing them carefully. Her eyes shifted towards the crystal ball, a image flickering before her eyes, drawing a gasp from her.
"Young Malfoy, and Harry Potter!" The divination professor murmured. Both he and Harry jumped in their seats. "Under the bleachers! Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw quidditch match! I'd never had guessed!"
Draco stared blankly at the crystal ball. So much for renowned seer skills. What the hell was she seeing? What did it have to do with Potter?
Disheveled, Professor Trewlawny straightened her appearance before striding back to her desk as though nothing had happened.
The class broke out into whispers, all sorts of possibilities blooming.
Sibyl Trewlawny smiled, wouldn't Albus surprised when he found out. What a wonderful start for the year.
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"Have any idea what Trewlawny was babbling about?"
"Don't have the faintest clue."
Hermione huffed. "Probably spewing her rubbish as always."
Both said nothing. Knowing that Hermione detested Divination greatly and did not approve of it's methods. They wouldn't want to push it.
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Draco sighed, Pansy clambering up to his side.
"Drakey! Here." She pushed a letter into his hand. "Read it."
Wordlessly, she disappeared down the hall.
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Free period...
Harry snuck into the library retreating into the corner, sitting in one of the wooden chairs. Quickly, he tore the letter open the parchment unfurling.
Potter,
Meet me at the Room of requirement. 10 PM. It's about the incident.
DM
Harry broke out into a grin. He knew Malfoy would see it his way.
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Dearest Drakey,
I've been thinking about your dilemma quite a bit. I've reached numerous decisions. There so much to tell you! Fear not Drake. Meet me in the Room of requirement, I've added a little tidbit on how to get there at the bottom. Don't forget!
See you at 11!
With all my love,
Darling Pansy
Draco smiled. He knew Pansy would see it his way.
AN: Ah the repetition. Don't worry it's on purpose. A little late I know. But what can you do? I had to cram for one of those blasted Tracker tests. Grr. Alrightie dearies! Review!!
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