Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Harry Potter, just the dragon gods.
Blast it! Draco thought as he walked away from Ginny. Why, out of all the students at Hogwarts, did the girl I grabbed have to be Weasley?
"Hey, Draco!" the blonde spun to see his best friend, Blaise Zabini, approaching him. "What the hell was that?"
"What?" Draco asked, hoping to the dragon gods that Blase had not seen what he had done.
"You rescueing that Weasley girl. I mean, I know we're on her side now, but did you have to take it that far?" The last sentance had been whispered into Draco's ear as the darker haired boy grabbed Draco's arm and began steering him to the carriage where their other "friends" were waiting. Draco sighed as they got into the carriage. He now used the term "friends" lightly when it involved his fellow Slytherins. After his audiance with the dragon gods, the only person he had trusted enough to tell about his gift had been Blaise. Blaise, however, had been of the same opinion about Voldemort as Draco for a long time. Now they were working together. They had requested a meeting with Dumbledore , which would take place in the morning. Draco would tell him everything that had happened then. The two boys also planned on offering their services as spies to help their headmaster.
Inside the carriage, Draco was almost assaulted by Pansy Parkinson. "Oh, Draco!" she gushed in what was supposed to be a seductive voice. Draco cringed inwardly. She had no idea how disgusting he thought she was. He had been giving her clues for years now, but she still clung to him like glue. Now, she was wrapping her boney arms around his neck and pressing her overperfumed body against his. He disentangled her and wedged himself between Blaise and the wall of the carriege, for whatever protection that might offer. Pansy, for her part, sat down opposite him and laid a pale, talon like hand on his knee. "How are you doing, baby?" she asked. "I was so hurt that you didn't owl me over the summer. I must have sent you a hunderd letters!" It had been one hunderd and seventy two, to be exact, plus six cards. All of them had been so disgustingly raunchy that Draco had blushed and thrown them directly into the fire.
"I've been busy, Pansy. You know that. And I've told you not to call me baby," Draco replied, leaning away from her.
"Oh, don't be silly!" she exclaimed. "And baby, I know you've been busy. Hand chosen by the Dark Lord to be a Death Eater! It's all so ... exciteing!" She gave a little shiver. Draco ignored her and returned to talking with Blaise.
"I didn't mean to!" Draco said, continuing their conversation from before. "It's just, she was falling and I reacted before I thought. You know how I am." It was a carefully kept secret of the Slytherin house, but Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin king, actualy had a very gentle, protective side. Draco had been known to rescure Slytherin girls on several different occasions. It was this tendancy to chilvary that had led to Pansy's unfourtunate attachment to him. In their fourth year, Draco had saved her from being dateless by escorting her to the Yule Ball, even though it was against his better judgement. She had not stopped chaseing him since.
"Yeah, I know, Draco my boy, but why her, of all people?" Blaise replied. Pansy, mad at being excluded from a conversation that included Draco and another girl, butted in.
"Who was falling, baby? What happened?" the girl asked, flipping her rediculously curled hair out of her face. Blaise answered for Draco.
"It's none of your business, Pansy. Why don't you go find a nice street corner somewhere and let us talk." The girl lapsed into a pouting silence. By this time, however, they had reached the castle. The five Slytherins piled out of the carriage. It was not until they were climbing the stairs to the enterance, however, that Draco felt the first sense from his dragon half that something bad was about to happen.