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Seven Minutes in Heaven
Chapter five
Underlying intentions
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"Snogging you say?"
Professor Trelawney nodded furiously.
"Peculiar. And you foresaw this when?" A unnatural twinkle shone in the Headmaster's eyes.
"My second period Divination. It had come to me when I had been assisting Draco Malfoy."
"Ahh, I understand now."
"Thank you Sibyl for informing me. Care for a lemon drop?" Albus held out the opened tin of yellow candy.
She shook her head standing up from her seat, wrapped her shawl tightly around her form, and sauntered out of the headmaster's office.
"Once again, I thank you Sibyl!"
"Indeed Albus."
Albus smiled. How curious. How unnaturally curious. Things were going to spin in a whole new direction, and who knew it might take a turn for the best and hopefully not for the worst.
Fawkes trilled happily, lightening the headmaster's pensive mood.
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The day, needless to say, went quite smoothly. Either parties, Harry and Draco of course, were eerily content and smiling pleasantly whenever possible. But of course, both of the boys were puzzled by the counterpart's odd behavior. Which they didn't take much mind to because of their happy moods. Frankly, no one could be able to burst their little bubbles.
Pansy smiled at all of this, her brilliantly plotted plan, had covered every base, and seemingly had no flaws at the moment. Both boys were oblivious, and had no idea of the real inner workings that were happening. Which suited her just fine. It would save her some of the trouble. Soon, her little Drakey and Potter would be lost in their own happiness, and she, could finally pursuit her own.
'I'm going to keep my promise Drakey. I promised you happiness, and you'll get it.' Pansy thought.
She remembered the day she was arranged to meet him, their parents in high hopes that they would be suitable enough to marry. That, was hardly the case, they were more along the lines of friends. But their parents still had hope that maybe more that their close relationship might blossom into a intimate one. She was his confident, his guide, his all around best friend, and in turn, he was her protector, and her knight in shining armor when things went bad.
Through the course of their friendship, Pansy was grateful, and no matter how extreme it was, she was seeking for it. His happiness. Something she couldn't give him but could seek, and she knew if she found it. Her promise would be fulfilled.
The moment she heard Potter's name from Draco's enthusiastic lips. She knew. The look in Draco's eyes when he tasted the bitter rejection. She knew. Her search would draw to a close, and her childhood promises would be met. Her heart at ease, knowing her best friend got what he rightfully deserved.
"Pansy?" She snapped out of her reverie.
"Yes Millicent?" She replied.
"Are you coming to the common room?"
She grinned. "Be right there."
"All right." Millicent gave a affirmative nod before disappearing down the corridor.
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Harry gave a joyful sigh before collapsing into the common room sofa, the fireplace crackling merrily. Class sessions had ended early and he was beat. Soon dinner would be rolling around the corner, and the fated meeting between him and the Slytherin prince would transpire.
He could hardly wait. The puzzling dilemma that plagued him countlessly and spun him in circles more that he could count would finally be solved. All the mixed feelings, and the constant nagging of his conscience that there was something he missed.
'It's Malfoy for godsakes.' He thought. 'What could have changed?'
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Draco breathed a sigh of relief, Pansy would take care of it. She save him the shame and the embarrassment, and possibly the disgust Harry would feel if he found out. Ever since the train ride in first year when he experienced rejection from the green-eyed boy. Still, to this day, he feared it, to be turned down, to not be accepted. That was something he thrived on, acceptance, and to rightfully belong somewhere.
Somewhere he didn't belong was beside Harry, in his arms, or around him at all. He was branded an enemy and forever he would be an enemy. He belonged with his father, traveling the ranks of death eaters just like the rest, and he knew his fate was sealed. To serve Voldemort, fight against the side of the person he loved most. It was his fate to die.
He stared blankly in the flickering flames.
He tried to find comfort. That's why he went from boy to boy, haplessly searching for him. But he never found him, not in them but Harry. Harry was the only one, who made him burn, twisted him, unwound him, and reduced him to nothing but a puddle.
But he could never have him. He never would. He never will.
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Pansy crept into the common room, the portrait swinging behind her silently. Draco sat silently on the couch, his face in a dazed expression.
She rushed past, sailing up the steps, her footsteps echoing the distance.
"Pansy?"
She shut her eyes and continued walking, and whispered. "I'm sorry Draco."
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Dinner had rolled by rather quickly, and soon enough Harry, Ron, and Hermione were passing through the portrait.
Harry retreated to the couch once more, Ron giving him a faltering look before trudging up the steps. Harry breathed a sigh, watching the old clock tick absently. Each staccato tick reminding him of the slowly passing time.
"Four more hours." He muttered, his eyelashes fluttering closed.
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Four hours later...
Draco slid off the couch calmly, giving the common room one last glance, before the portrait swung closed behind him.
He stood near the walls, his dark robes blending in with the shadows. He slinked past the corridor, his light footsteps clambering on the dungeon grounds.
He checked the halls.
Empty.
He veered to the left, sneaking out of the hall and unto the flight of stairs.
Footsteps echoed, followed by the soft murmur of voices. Draco stopped dead in his tracks, pressing against a nearby wall. He waited patiently, the sound fading into the distance. He breathed a sigh of relief. That was close, too close.
Quickly, he disappeared into the corridor, two more floors to cover.
Soon enough, he stood before entrance of the room of requirement. The rustle of robes, a quick mumur, and a door appeared before him. He gripped the door knob, opened the door, and shut the door discreetly.
A quick smile graced his lips, the atmosphere warm and cozy. Just like he had wanted. Paintings graced the walls, a fireplace set in the center of the room, along with a oak table, two sofas, and a armchair. He collapsed into an armchair, a tray of warm tea set in the middle of the small table.
Gingerly, he poured himself a cup, slipping lightly so he wouldn't burn himself.
Where was Pansy?
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Pansy had watched Draco out of the portrait. Somehow, she couldn't help but worry. But she knew things would go as planned.
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Harry woke up with a start, the clock chiming twelve to fifteen. He cursed, sprinting off the couch and up to the bedrooms. Quietly, he tiptoed past Ron's bed, and knelt in front of his trunk. He flipped up the locks, pulling the silvery material of his cloak. He shut his trunk, and locked it, before pulling the cloak over his head and disappearing into the night.
Damn, he was late.
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Draco turned around quickly, startled.
"Damn Pansy, where the hell were you?"
But instead of the Slytherin girl, there stood, the green eyed hero of the wizarding world, looking expectantly at him.
"Potter? What the hell are you doing here?!"
A/N: Haha. -smiles sheepishly- Sorry. I was waiting for a answer for a beat request. She didn't answer so I assumed she was busy at the moment or declined my request. I'm truly sorry. But stay tuned for the next chapter. :P