Chapter 5

Confiding to Parkinson

The day turned to night and Draco Malfoy had already gone and dropped Hermione off to the Fat Lady's Portrait. He was at the Corridors of the Castle and headed back to the Slytherin Common Room. Looking down at the floor with his head bowed down he thought to himself. What am I going to say to Crabbe and Pansy? How am I going to tell them? How are they going to react after tell them the whole story? Worse, should I tell them my true feelings about that Gryffindor? Oh, god…wish me luck.

He then arrived at the Slytherin Common Room and saw Pansy and Crabbe just waiting for him near the fireplace. Draco took one big breath and walked towards them.

"What did you need to talk to us about Draco?" Pansy asked, sounding overly concerned. "Is it about your father?"

"So Pansy, Crabbe?" he asked starting the conversation. "I want you guys to listen to me, the other day Hermione and I got stuck together with those cuffs, McGonagall ordered it. So we have to get along and possibly become friends before the cuffs come off. So while that happens I wont be able to see you guys for a while."

"What! What happened? What did you do that made McGonagall do this to you!" yelled Crabbe. He was so confused, he still didn't know what was going on.

"Hermione and I bumped into each other, she got a little prissy at me and I got a little angry at her, so McGonagall told us to get along."

"What! Stuck with that mud blood, how can you take!' Pansy shrieked, a look of despair came over her face. "How long will it take? And what about Goyle? He needs to know too, who knows how long he'll be in detention tonight."

"I know I know, but the worst of everything is... I sort of like her."

With that statement, Pansy's jaw hit the floor.

"What! She has no doubt jinxed you into thinking that, owl your father, he'll get you out of this."

"I can't...I really think I can get out of this...once the cuffs think that we like each other, then it stops, then I can go back to normal"

"This is pretty tough isn't it...that filthy mud blood." Crabbe said getting a bit angry and began blaming it on Hermione.

"Crabbe? Shut-up. Before I make you shut up with force."

"Does she know you like her, Draco?" Crabbe asked waiting for an immediate answer.

"How long will that take? What about if it doesn't stop before the term ends?" Pansy asked franticly, panicking.

"Poor Draco." She whined as she stood up and began pacing.

"She doesn't know, yet. And it should take about 2 to 3 days before it should work...that's if were lucky."

"So you're going to half to hang out with her little friends? I heard that 'Luny' Luna even hangs around Granger and Potter sometimes." Pansy whined, taking the situation harder than Draco was at this point.

"So how are you and her going? You two alright or still yelling about at each other?"

"I don't know, in my mind I curse and whine, but in front of her I'm always nice and relatively polite." Malfoy replied as he got to bed. The night was young, but Draco had so many things going on his mind. So he just drifted himself off to sleep hoping for a fresh start the next day.