Chapter 7
Pasha floated blissfully down the empty hallway, thinking of Harry. She had decided to skip Divination for today. She was sure that if Professor Trelawney called her Ogre one more time, she would scream.
"Pasha!"
Pasha turned to see Malfoy standing there.
"What do you want?"
"We have to meet again. You know, about the mission?"
"Shhh, not so loud!" Pasha hissed angrily. She really had no patience when it came to Malfoy. "Tonight then. Same time same place."
"In the Forest again?"
Pasha rolled her eyes. "Yes, in the forest again."
"Can't we meet somewhere else? Like… the owlery?" he said hopefully.
Pasha heard someone coming, and quickly flapped her hand at him, gesturing for him to go away. "Fine, whatever."
Pasha had almost forgotten about the mission. Her old hate for Dumbledore had ebbed a bit. She felt more and more guilty as she thought about it. He had killed her parents; she should be out there doing something about it. She wondered if Malfoy had thought of a plan, because she certainly hadn't.
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Midnight, the Owlery
Pale moonlight trickled in through the open space on one side of the Owlery. Owls of every shape and color swooped in and out of the wide room, some carrying their dinner in their beaks. Pasha could see Malfoy standing in the middle of the room under a tall wooden post that supported hundreds of wooden beams that ran across the ceiling, creating perches for the owls. He was flapping his arms in the air, trying to shoo the birds that were swooping down on him. Malfoy heard her laugh and turned towards her. A tawny owl chose this moment to swoop down on him and pluck a strand of hair from his head.
"Argh! Get away you stupid bird!" he shouted.
"So, I guess you thought of a plan then?" asked Pasha, grinning.
"No."
"Then why did you want to meet me?"
"I heard you're going out with Harry Potter now."
Word had spread around the whole school that Pasha was going out with Harry. She didn't know how that many people could find out so fast.
"Yeah. So?"
Malfoy moved closer to her. "Well, I was just curious. Why him?"
"You jealous Malfoy?"
He chose to ignore that and continued. "You could do so much better than Potter."
"And what are you suggesting, Malfoy. That I should go out with you?"
Malfoy took one more step towards her, their faces inches apart. "That's exactly what I'm suggesting."
Pasha scoffed, "In you're dreams."
Malfoy scowled. He pinned her arms at her sides as he pushed her against the wooden post, mashing his lips against hers. She instinctively swung her leg up and kneed him in the groin – hard. Malfoy immediately let go of her and clutched at the place between his legs with his hands in pain.
Pasha whipped her wand out, "Avada Kedavra."
The jet of green light barely missed his ear. Malfoy looked up at her in fear.
"Don't ever touch me again. Or I swear, I wont miss," she hissed dangerously.
Malfoy nodded his head vigorously while still bent over in pain. Pasha looked down at him in disgust and pushed him over. He landed on his side in a big, wet pile of owl dropping. Pasha turned and stalked out of the room.