Hey, all. Here's another chapter. I hope this one goes over well.
To the following people: Order Of The Silverlight, Skysong, IsaBella.Charolette, and Muhjaa-ness, thanks to you guys for the reviews. I also want to say thanks to Skysong for that tip about the enabling the anonymous reviews. Thanks. I didn't even know I could do that. LOL.
Anyways… here goes. Hope you like it. BTW, this song is owned by Nickleback. I thought it would fit well here.
P.S. Apology ahead of time for any misspelled spells. I'll try to look up the rest before typing another chapter, but I wanted to go ahead and get this one up. Besides, I looked the second book over and couldn't find that darn spell she used to turn animals into water goblets. If anyone knows the correct spelling, let me know.
CHAPTER FOUR
PHOTOGRAPHS
'Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friends that I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye…'
-Nickleback/Photograph-
Pansy sat in the common room looking at the picture album she had found in her trunk. It was filled with pictures of a very unhappy looking girl. At the moment, the unhappy looking girl was her. 'She isn't smiling once,' she thought, 'She looks absolutely unhappy. I wonder why?'
She could tell that if any of these pictures were going to help, she'd have to find one where this girl was at least smiling. "What are you doing? I see you made it back okay."
She looked up to see Draco. "Yeah… Hermione is so nice. She gave me a great idea."
"Really? What did the mud…" at pansy's look, he switched words, "muggle-born say?"
"She said to look at pictures. Some fond memories. She also said for you to take me somewhere that something special happened."
"You think it will help?"
"Might. Have a seat and look with me. By the way… it's late. Where have you been?"
"I… I've been working. With Professor Snape."
"Oh. Sorry to be nosey."
Draco took a seat on the couch next to her. "My turn for a question. Have you had to use a wand yet?"
"No. I've had Care of Magical Creatures…"
"I can't believe youtransfered tothat bloody class."
"Hey, Hagrid's nice. Anyways," she smiled, "I've had Herbology, and History of Magic. I've had Transfiguration, but she didn't make us do much but read. That was on the first day. I had it with you…"
"So, you haven't really had anything where you'd have to use a wand yet?"
"No, I guess not. Why?"
"Eventually, you will. Do you remember how to use one?"
She looked aggravated, "No."
"This can be a problem. Unless… I'll talk to McGonagall. She should understand. Professor Snape is the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher… he should be easy to persuade to lay off of you until I can teach you. Don't worry about it. I'll take care of it," he smiled, "Now, let's look at this photo album."
"I can't find a single picture where I'm smiling. Am I never happy?"
"Of course you are," he said, taking the album and flipping through it, "Look."
It was a picture of only the two. The girl was smiling and waving, and Draco was doing the same. Both seemed very happy. "When was this?"
"Fourth year. During the Yule Ball. This picture is one of the only things Goyle actually got right."
She laughed, "It's funny, but… you really are kind of hard on them. Where are they?"
"Gone to the kitchen to bother the house elves, I'll wager."
She laughed. He looked at her curiously, "You know, Pansy… you're smile right now… it's different than this one," he said, pointing to the picture, "It's brighter. It's… nice."
"This one isn't?"
"I didn't say that. It's just… I don't know."
"Let's not discuss smiles right now. Let's look at these and see if Hermione's theory works."
"Okay."
2
The photo album hadn't worked, and Pansy was starting to get discouraged. Draco hated seeing her like this. He assured her that if she looked at them every day, he was sure something would happen. He even promised to take her to a place where something special happened.
It seemed to lift her spirits enough for her to go on looking at the pictures. She looked at them until she fell asleep on his shoulder. He watched her sleep like that for an hour before he even attempted to disturb her. Finally, he just decided he would carry to bed.
He lay her down in her four poster, brushed a strand of her dark hair out of her face, pulled the covers up over her, and then he kissed her cheek, before leaving. Draco decided that if he had to die this year, he would at least have a bit of happiness with her. He wouldn't be finding it any where else.
3
The next day, as Pansy sat in Transfiguration, cracked her fingers nervously. This obviously disturbed some people because she was getting several stares. "What?" Draco asked harshly, "Turn around!"
"It's okay," she whispered to him, "I'll stop."
"Miss Parkinson," called Professor McGonagall.
"Yes, ma'am?"
"Could you please come here for a moment."
"Sure,"
Pansy got up and walked to Professor McGonagall's desk. "Mr. Malfoy has told me you can't remember how to use a wand," she whispered, "Is this true?"
Pansy looked downhearted, "Yep. I'm afraid so."
"Go get your wand, and let's see."
"Okay, but don't say I didn't warn ya."
Pansy walked back to her desk, got her wand, and then walked back up to Professor McGonagall. "Go ahead. Turn my bird into a water goblet."
"Um… how?"
"Veraverto."
"Bless you."
"Miss Parkinson, that's the words to the spell."
"Oh! I thought you sneezed! Sorry."
The class laughed. "Shut it!" Draco warned.
"He's right," Hermione agreed, "Don't make fun of her."
"Go on, miss Parkinson," urged Professor McGonagall.
"I wanna apologize ahead of time for any damage I may cause," said Pansy.
Students began scooting their desks back. "Enough!" warned Professor McGonagall, "Miss Parkinson, please."
Pansy pointed her wand at the bird, "Veraverto!"
She closed her eyes. There was a loud bang and some gasps. She opened one of her eyes to see that the poor bird's legs had turned into the base of a goblet, but the rest was very much bird. "Oh my… I'm so sorry! I told you… I didn't mean it…"
"Now, now. It can be fixed. I wanted to see how bad it really was. Turns out it isn't as bad as I thought. Still… you'd better work with Mr. Malfoy and Miss Granger. You seem to get a long with those to the best, am I correct?"
Pansy nodded, "Yeah."
Draco shot Hermione a look, but she just rolled her eyes. Draco raised his hand. "Yes, Mr. Malfoy?" asked Professor McGonagall.
"We don't need Granger. I can do it myself."
"I said she'll work with both. She won't be in every class with you, Mr. Malfoy. She'll need the both of you to show her spells from every class. That is that. She's going to work with the both of you."
Pansy walked back to her desk. Draco looked very aggravated. "It'll be fine."
"Yeah," he said, glaring at Hermione.
"It won't be so bad."
"Yeah."
"Hey," she scolded, getting his attention, "You trust me, don't you?"
His features softened, "Yeah."
"Okay. This will be fine. It won't cut into what ever you've been doing with Professor Snape after classes and you guys will get to know each other. It'll be fun."
"Yeah," he said sarcastically, "Great fun," then he smiled, "At least you'll be there. That'll be fun."