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Chapter Three: Heaviness of his Heart

Draco Malfoy was sitting in the Slytherin common room, asking himself questions of life, where it would take him, what he would do and most of all…love. Love. Was it even there? His un-requited love for a girl in Ravenclaw made him wallow in his own melancholy.

There is so much love…yet so much more hate. Why then, brawling love, loving hate? O heavy lightness, serious vanity, feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health! This is not what love should be!

"Dracie-Poo!" Someone called out from across the room. Draco lifted up his head to see Pansy Parkinson walk towards him.

"Why so glum?"

"Love" Draco replied to her.

"You must not continue to dwell on her. Go out, see other girls, flirt a little, there are plenty more girls in Hogwarts"

"How can I do so? On the outside they may seem beautiful, but they are nothing like…her"

"Draco, you will understand one day"

Pansy walked out the room, wondering about her ex-lover. Sure, their bonds of closeness would never break, although, for the past few months, she has felt detached from the man they call the next Casanova. She had known about Draco's un-requited love for some time now, although, now it was starting to get out of hand. She knew that Draco needed some sort of an uplifting, a new woman in his life…but who? Pansy knew there was no-one out there to match his intelligence, his charisma, or his beauty. Well…no-one in Slytherin, or Ravenclaw…or even Huffelpuff. Pansy prayed to Merlin that Draco wouldn't go wondering in territory that was not his own. Forbidden territory. For, they all knew the sentence if he wondered into Gryffindor territory. A fate worse then death itself.

Draco sat there wallowing in his own sorrow for a while, when suddenly, a loud bang was heard and everyone swivelled their head to the door, where, a very loud and crazy Blaise Zambini was standing. Speaking of some dream.

"And that's when she came down…the queen! All hail the queen…"

Goyle and Crabbe were trying to hold him still, it was blatantly obvious that Blaise was drunk or high.

He wobbled over to Draco and sat down opposite to him.

"Draco, Draco my man! Hows it hanging…o…your still in love with that chick! I know some girls that can lift your…spirit!" Blaise said with a wink.

"My spirit doesn't need any help with lifting" Draco replied.

"Then why so blue?"

"Love…"

"Get over love"

"I cant…"

"I have an idea, you know this costume ball…we are going to go!"

"What is the point, we will get into trouble if they find that we haven't bought passes!"

Then, with a quick hand, Blaise pulled out a couple of Masquerade Ball passes from his robe.

"Where did you get those?" Draco asked quickly, trying to make sure nobody saw them, because, all Slytherins knew that this was a Gryffindors only party.

"The queen gave them to me"

"We cant go, can you imagine how much shit we will get into if they find us there?"

"But that's the thing Draco, they won't, its dress up! And besides, what's the worse that can happen? Have them slap our wrists and send them on our way? What happened to you man? You used to be the one that would come up with all these cocky ideas, now all you do is sit and think about…love. Your better then that Drake! Get out of this common room and live a little!"

"Fine! But how am I supposed to get a costume? The ball is tomorrow night!"

"I have my ways, my man, I have my ways…"

Then, Blaise pulled Draco up and started dragging him out the room.

"Where are we going?"

"Hogsmeade! Where else do you expect to get a costume…dumbass!"

Pansy stood in the corner and watched…This will be an interesting next few days…very interesting…