"You can either ignore me for a very long time or thank my gorgeous self."
Draco turned towards Blaise and raised his wand. "Can I have choice words along the lines of Avada and Kedavra?"
Blaise paled slightly.
"Oh Draco leave him be, he may not have done the right thing, but either way, its damn funny," commented Pansy, who was curled up to the left of Draco in a large black armchair reading a book.
"Traitor," Draco muttered back as he watched her bite down on a giggle. He laid his wand down next to him.
"Well, that I may be in trivial matters, but dinner is served I do believe." Pansy closed her book over a thumb and uncurled long legs from under her to stand up. She glanced at Blaise, "You coming or what?"
Blaise nodded and watched as Pansy went off to her dorm to put away her book. Pansy placed a bookmark inbetween the pages, snapped the covers shut and threw the book onto her bed. What she did not notice was a small piece of crumpled paper that fluttered from the book as it flew before hitting her comforter, closed. The paper floated onto the floor and remained unseen by the Slytherin as she spun on her heel to make her way back to the common room. That spin of her heel created a small draught which pushed the piece of paper just out of sight under her bed.
Back in the common room, rather late for dinner, Pansy nodded at Blaise and they left, leaving a sullen Draco sitting on the sofa.
The rest of the Slytherin house has disappeared for dinner now that Pansy and Blaise had gone off in the hopes of the last bits of dinner Draco was the only one in the Slytherin quarters. He reached for his wand and cast a dimming charm on the entire room, extinguishing the fire and all of the open lamps. He didn't really need the room to be darkened to practice his Veela attributes but it felt safer that way, something he had grown up with, crouching in his lavish bedroom at Malfoy Manor, in the dark as a little boy.
Closing platinum eyes he listened. His hearing range had been building as his Veela powers grew stronger under the diminishing hold of the Vindescrisate Pendant. His range now carried him all the way to the Great Hall with no difficulty. Draco caught the tail end of his conversation and became content to listen to his childish bickering.
"Really Ron, you didn't need to tease him that much!"
A throaty chuckle followed. "Oh, but I did! Come on Hermione, sewing! That's priceless!"
A dissaproving cough sounded out. "It's a good thing, he's broadening his horizons, unlike some I can name."
"Hey! I'm broadening my horizons, just vertically, not horizontally in the way of sewing." A full throated laugh followed.
Draco smiled as he heard the large thwap and the inevitable, "Ow!"
He listened on, not particularly caring that he was at a loss when it came to the topic of the conversation.
A girlish laughter tinkled, Hermione's, and the large creak of the Great Hall's doors could be heard. "Come on you, we've almost missed dinner."
A snort near the pair rung out, "Yes, because the Weasel doesn't get fed at home, they haven't the fundings to feed the entire family have they?"
The doors of the Great Hall shut once more.
What Draco recognised as Blaise's deep laugh followed the comment. Blaise and Pansy had almost reached the Great Hall then.
"Oh piss off Pansy." Ron's voice.
"Oh! Who's in a touchy mood this evening? Has the hunger finally got to you? I do give contributions to the worst of cases you know." A rattling in robes followed.
A low growl sounded out as Pansy produced two knuts. A step sounded out. "What? Going to hit me Weasel?
A scuffle rung out, followed by the familar sound of the cracking noise right before a broken nose.
Shock registered on Draco's face, Weasley couldn't have hit Pansy, could he?
"You-mph bastard, you've broken-mph my fucking nose-mph!"
"I'll get you for that Weasel," Pansy's voice, and she was talking as normal, so it had to have been Blaise who had been the target of the broken nose.
Draco leapt from his seat as fast as his legs could carry him and darted out of the common room. He listened on as he sped down the corridors of the castle, his Veela pheromones screaming at him to protect Ron.
The sound of fabric rustling sounded out in his ears. "Impe-"
Draco burst onto the corridor leading to the Great Hall and took in the sight. Blaise was crouching down next to the door of the Great Hall clutching his face and Ron was shaking his fist. Pansy was pulling her wand from her robes, a particularly nast look upon her face. Hermione missed all this as steps rang out behind the commotion and she spun around to locate the owner of the footfalls. Draco thought at lightning speed and stunned Ron, before Pansy could cast an unknown forgiveable, hurt Ron and get herself expelled at the same time.
"Stupefy!" He shouted and flicked his wand at Ron, a brief flicker of shock registering on his face as he froze under the spell. Pansy darted a confused look at Draco as Ron froze, her target now doing the unexpected she lowered her wand slightly in puzzlement at the blonde's actions.
"Expelliarmus," shouted a womans voice laced with anger and authority.
Draco's wand shot from nimble fingers just as Ron's stunned body dropped to the floor, followed by Pansy's wand. Draco looked over Hermione's shoulder to see Professor McGonagall. A furious look was scratched onto her taut features as she caught the two wands and shouted, "Mr. Malfoy! How dare you cast spells on other students! Detention for the next fortnight Mr. Malfoy."
"Professor, Weasley hit Blaise before Draco stunned him, the little fu-"
"Yes I had witnessed that Ms. Parkinson, and I also witnessed your wand pointed at Mr. Weasley. All three of you shall face detention for the next fortnight."
"But Professor, Ron didn't-"
"Ms. Granger, it would be in your best interests to not speak." Hermione's mouth snapped shut at this.
"Fifty house points from each student. Ms. Granger, take Mr. Weasley to the infirmary. Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Parkinson, follow me, and Mr. Zambini I take it you are able to make your own way to the infirmary?"
"Yes-mph." Blaise nodded, still clutching his nose which by this time had swollend to quite a remarkable size.
With that, she spun on her heel, in the opposite direction of the Great Hall and the direction in which she had been coming to. "Come along Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Parkinson."
Pansy glared at Hermione who was busy levitating a stunned Ron up from the floor. Hermione glared back and turned away in the direction of the infirmary, carefully floating Ron down the corridor. Blaise followed the pair.
"Ms. Parkinson." Pansy snapped her head away from the three and followed McGonagall along with Draco. Draco began talking in a hushed voice to Pansy.
"What were you doing you idiot? You could have hurt him!"
"That was the intention," snarled Pansy.
Draco ground his teeth and replied, "Pansy you twitterbrain, you know about the situation!"
She snorted in reply, "Yes, and you know I don't agree with the situation."
"And you think I do?" His voice began to rise in anger.
"He hit Blaise! He's a bast-"
Draco closed a hand over her mouth, cutting her sentance off. In a dangerously quiet voice he whispered, "I told you to leave him be. I warned you at the start of all this Pansy."
"Mr. Malfoy, un-hand Ms. Parkinson!" McGonagall had turned round to face the pair as she had reached her office and caught sight of Draco shushing Pansy rather forcefully.
"Oh for the love of-"
"Mr. Malfoy! You have just granted yourself a complete month in detention."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Fine. If you think for one moment I will be-ow!"
Smirking, Pansy wiped her mouth, "And I warned you Draco."
"Yeah well you didn't have to bite me," he muttered.
McGonagall turned the handle of her office door and motioned them in.
Draco turned towards Blaise and raised his wand. "Can I have choice words along the lines of Avada and Kedavra?"
Blaise paled slightly.
"Oh Draco leave him be, he may not have done the right thing, but either way, its damn funny," commented Pansy, who was curled up to the left of Draco in a large black armchair reading a book.
"Traitor," Draco muttered back as he watched her bite down on a giggle. He laid his wand down next to him.
"Well, that I may be in trivial matters, but dinner is served I do believe." Pansy closed her book over a thumb and uncurled long legs from under her to stand up. She glanced at Blaise, "You coming or what?"
Blaise nodded and watched as Pansy went off to her dorm to put away her book. Pansy placed a bookmark inbetween the pages, snapped the covers shut and threw the book onto her bed. What she did not notice was a small piece of crumpled paper that fluttered from the book as it flew before hitting her comforter, closed. The paper floated onto the floor and remained unseen by the Slytherin as she spun on her heel to make her way back to the common room. That spin of her heel created a small draught which pushed the piece of paper just out of sight under her bed.
Back in the common room, rather late for dinner, Pansy nodded at Blaise and they left, leaving a sullen Draco sitting on the sofa.
The rest of the Slytherin house has disappeared for dinner now that Pansy and Blaise had gone off in the hopes of the last bits of dinner Draco was the only one in the Slytherin quarters. He reached for his wand and cast a dimming charm on the entire room, extinguishing the fire and all of the open lamps. He didn't really need the room to be darkened to practice his Veela attributes but it felt safer that way, something he had grown up with, crouching in his lavish bedroom at Malfoy Manor, in the dark as a little boy.
Closing platinum eyes he listened. His hearing range had been building as his Veela powers grew stronger under the diminishing hold of the Vindescrisate Pendant. His range now carried him all the way to the Great Hall with no difficulty. Draco caught the tail end of his conversation and became content to listen to his childish bickering.
"Really Ron, you didn't need to tease him that much!"
A throaty chuckle followed. "Oh, but I did! Come on Hermione, sewing! That's priceless!"
A dissaproving cough sounded out. "It's a good thing, he's broadening his horizons, unlike some I can name."
"Hey! I'm broadening my horizons, just vertically, not horizontally in the way of sewing." A full throated laugh followed.
Draco smiled as he heard the large thwap and the inevitable, "Ow!"
He listened on, not particularly caring that he was at a loss when it came to the topic of the conversation.
A girlish laughter tinkled, Hermione's, and the large creak of the Great Hall's doors could be heard. "Come on you, we've almost missed dinner."
A snort near the pair rung out, "Yes, because the Weasel doesn't get fed at home, they haven't the fundings to feed the entire family have they?"
The doors of the Great Hall shut once more.
What Draco recognised as Blaise's deep laugh followed the comment. Blaise and Pansy had almost reached the Great Hall then.
"Oh piss off Pansy." Ron's voice.
"Oh! Who's in a touchy mood this evening? Has the hunger finally got to you? I do give contributions to the worst of cases you know." A rattling in robes followed.
A low growl sounded out as Pansy produced two knuts. A step sounded out. "What? Going to hit me Weasel?
A scuffle rung out, followed by the familar sound of the cracking noise right before a broken nose.
Shock registered on Draco's face, Weasley couldn't have hit Pansy, could he?
"You-mph bastard, you've broken-mph my fucking nose-mph!"
"I'll get you for that Weasel," Pansy's voice, and she was talking as normal, so it had to have been Blaise who had been the target of the broken nose.
Draco leapt from his seat as fast as his legs could carry him and darted out of the common room. He listened on as he sped down the corridors of the castle, his Veela pheromones screaming at him to protect Ron.
The sound of fabric rustling sounded out in his ears. "Impe-"
Draco burst onto the corridor leading to the Great Hall and took in the sight. Blaise was crouching down next to the door of the Great Hall clutching his face and Ron was shaking his fist. Pansy was pulling her wand from her robes, a particularly nast look upon her face. Hermione missed all this as steps rang out behind the commotion and she spun around to locate the owner of the footfalls. Draco thought at lightning speed and stunned Ron, before Pansy could cast an unknown forgiveable, hurt Ron and get herself expelled at the same time.
"Stupefy!" He shouted and flicked his wand at Ron, a brief flicker of shock registering on his face as he froze under the spell. Pansy darted a confused look at Draco as Ron froze, her target now doing the unexpected she lowered her wand slightly in puzzlement at the blonde's actions.
"Expelliarmus," shouted a womans voice laced with anger and authority.
Draco's wand shot from nimble fingers just as Ron's stunned body dropped to the floor, followed by Pansy's wand. Draco looked over Hermione's shoulder to see Professor McGonagall. A furious look was scratched onto her taut features as she caught the two wands and shouted, "Mr. Malfoy! How dare you cast spells on other students! Detention for the next fortnight Mr. Malfoy."
"Professor, Weasley hit Blaise before Draco stunned him, the little fu-"
"Yes I had witnessed that Ms. Parkinson, and I also witnessed your wand pointed at Mr. Weasley. All three of you shall face detention for the next fortnight."
"But Professor, Ron didn't-"
"Ms. Granger, it would be in your best interests to not speak." Hermione's mouth snapped shut at this.
"Fifty house points from each student. Ms. Granger, take Mr. Weasley to the infirmary. Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Parkinson, follow me, and Mr. Zambini I take it you are able to make your own way to the infirmary?"
"Yes-mph." Blaise nodded, still clutching his nose which by this time had swollend to quite a remarkable size.
With that, she spun on her heel, in the opposite direction of the Great Hall and the direction in which she had been coming to. "Come along Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Parkinson."
Pansy glared at Hermione who was busy levitating a stunned Ron up from the floor. Hermione glared back and turned away in the direction of the infirmary, carefully floating Ron down the corridor. Blaise followed the pair.
"Ms. Parkinson." Pansy snapped her head away from the three and followed McGonagall along with Draco. Draco began talking in a hushed voice to Pansy.
"What were you doing you idiot? You could have hurt him!"
"That was the intention," snarled Pansy.
Draco ground his teeth and replied, "Pansy you twitterbrain, you know about the situation!"
She snorted in reply, "Yes, and you know I don't agree with the situation."
"And you think I do?" His voice began to rise in anger.
"He hit Blaise! He's a bast-"
Draco closed a hand over her mouth, cutting her sentance off. In a dangerously quiet voice he whispered, "I told you to leave him be. I warned you at the start of all this Pansy."
"Mr. Malfoy, un-hand Ms. Parkinson!" McGonagall had turned round to face the pair as she had reached her office and caught sight of Draco shushing Pansy rather forcefully.
"Oh for the love of-"
"Mr. Malfoy! You have just granted yourself a complete month in detention."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Fine. If you think for one moment I will be-ow!"
Smirking, Pansy wiped her mouth, "And I warned you Draco."
"Yeah well you didn't have to bite me," he muttered.
McGonagall turned the handle of her office door and motioned them in.