A Malfoy, Most Foul
One hour was the exact amount of time Draco had been sitting down by the fireplace looking, or rather, pretending to be looking sad. One hour, and nobody came up to him and asked why. People in Slytherin house usually came to him continuously asking if he wanted any thing, or if the pillow he was sitting on needed fluffing, or if the temperature in the common room was to his liking. He was the self-proclaimed Slytherin Prince, and was a Malfoy for cripes' sakes. Draco was above royalty when it came to the other Slytherins. So why on this damnable planet named earth would they ignore him!
He decided to gaze woefully at his peers and figure out the exact cause of this behavior of his so -called friends.
The unusually dark atmosphere for the Slytherin common room was now even more obscure because of the main lamps being extinguished. The only light was made by minuscule candles lining the walls, which gave the eerie feeling of being alone even though Draco was sure people surrounded him. Apparently Millicent and Nott thought darkness was extremely romantic since they were snogging like starving monkeys who were eating each other alive. Not wanting to gag at the gruesome sight before him, Draco quickly gazed around the room for someone to help him with taunting a first year or to faun over him, preferably the latter.
"Whoever said that Slytherins were cunning folk must have used the same phrase for Cornish pixies," he muttered under his breath, careful that no one would hear him. But as he continued to stare at his fellow Slytherins, he realized that they probably would not notice if he screamed this, a long with cursing them, their ancestors and the Dark Lord himself.
They were all very passionately occupied in snogging. Snog- fest. Snog-o-Rama. Carnival- De - Snogging. Didn't any body need air, water, and privacy? Apparently not. It was like some sort of teenage sex drive had come to the Common Room and was reorganizing people's priorities. Needless to say, snogging was priority number 1. And Draco was just sitting there; his shoulders slumped back against the hard wood of the chair, utterly by himself.
Its not as if the blond could not get girls. He could get many girls but all in this room happened to be Slytherin. Draco didn't like Slytherin girls very much and didn't indulge in midnight rendezvous with them unless forced to by unholy desires. They were demanding, always asked too many questions and were just not very attractive. He could get other girls too (preferably Ravenclaw) but Snape had told him if he had anymore cozy inter house relationships in the Charms corridor closet, after hours, he would be stripped of his prefect status.
To be a Prefect was to have some power. And Draco always liked power; it made people either afraid of you or worship you.
Which he already got too much of, really.
In fact- lately the whole of Hogwarts had been under a romantic spell. You couldn't walk the corridors with out seeing people kiss, hold hands, exchange cute little love notes, etc. Draco thought it excessively disgusting. He personally believed in lust, not love. He also thought this "love phase" Hogwarts was going through was changing the way people thought. Muggleborn's were now outrageously mingling with purebloods, and there was a nasty rumor Draco heard of Dobby and the Giant Squid...
But to him the worst rumor of all was of a Slytherin that led a certain blood traitor Ginny Weasley in the common room of the proud house of Salazar-freaking- Slytherin himself. How revolting. But by the fact that this tidbit of information came from Pansy, it was most likely untrue.
"Well I think I'll go up to the dormitories now... you know we have classes tomorrow and everything." Draco announced, to no one in particular. He was about to make his way up the staircase that led to the dormitories until he saw Goyle and Pansy together, walking up the stairs with naughty looks in their eyes that suggested that they were up to no good. He toyed with the idea of what their baby might look like, if protection failed, and grimly decided on a pug-faced troll. He mentally kicked Goyle were it hurt the most to prevent the existence of their love child any time soon.
From the corner of his eye he saw a flicker of light. He turned to see Blaise sitting at one of the desks, quickly writing something down paper. He walked up to him and peered over his shoulder, but Blaise was too quick, turning the parchment so Draco couldn't see.
"Draco I thought you were going to bed."
"Zambini please don't try to be my mother. Although I have to admit, you do have the same cheekbones, what are you doing anyway?"
"Just writing my transfiguration essay."
"Another one? I distinctly remember you boasting about finishing it in class yesterday..."
"OK Draco, you can see right through me." He said sarcastically as he threw his hands up in defeat. "I'm writing a letter to Professor Snape about our little mud blood problem. Don't worry about it, I'll get you out of this mess." Draco had no idea what the freak he was going on about.
"What in the trolls-freaking'- trousers are you talking about Blaise?"
"Oh, Goyle didn't tell you eh? I told him not to forget, but I guess he did. I got some very disturbing news for you Draco..."
"You God Damn tart Zambini, what the hell is going on? Did Snape find out about my personal needs in the Room of-"
"No, not that... Well I hate to be the bearer- of- bad- news, but you must tutor that revolting mudblood Hermione Granger. Snape told me to tell you, I just didn't want you to - well I didn't want you having a tantrum. But Draco please try to understand, I am only the messenger."
"Cut the crap Blaise, If Snape wanted me to tutor, he would have just asked me himself. Oh yeah and what the hell, Granger doesn't need tutoring, thought the crackpot was kidding about that, " Draco yelled the last bit, conveniently into Blaise's ear. Everybody in the room kept ignoring Draco, they were used to his temper tantrums, "and I wont go anyway. I wont! I wont! I wont!" he added, for good measure.
"I do think Snape wanted to avoid- you know, this. And He will take away your prefect badge, told me himself. If I were you mate, I'd just get over with it. Plus you could always make her life feel like a miserable hell. That's always fun isn't it?"
"Fun? Fun? Zambini you worthless imbecile! I will be helping Granger with useless information while you are- you are-, well whatever it is that you Zambini's do! Is that fun? Do you know what I think is fun Blaise, you utter, utter, prat? Your pretty, pretty head nailed to the common room wall! Does that sound like fun to you?"
"No Mr. Malfoy sir -ahem- sorry to be the fateful messenger once again, but you are to arrive in the dungeons every other day for two weeks, starting tomorrow at 8:00pm, ending at 9:00 pm. Again, remember," Blaise ducked as he dodged a pawn from a couple of terrified looking first year's chess game, pelted by Malfoy, "I'm just the messenger."
"Just the messenger my lovely white pureblood ass! A full hour at one time spent with a mudblood! I will make you pay for this Zambini you unworthy Slytherin man-whore, I will have you hang from the side of the building by the flesh of your back, I will-" To say Draco's rant was never ending was an understatement, but fortunately Blaise left the Slytherin common room running while being yelled at by Draco the "Dragon", as he was now called when flying on his new broomstick, the Firebolt 3000, which had now been cursed to chase Blaise until he was out of the common room, by his owner.
Blaise casually stepped out of the opening in the blank wall and into the dungeon hallway.
"Muffliato!"
He saw Potter use this spell in the hallways once and thought it appropriate now. Even though no one was in the halls, there was always the slight chance that someone might creep up on him and- ...his attention was averted to the attractive witch whom he was waiting for.
She'll be happy; I've finally succeeded this time. In no time Malfoy will be in my clutches.
A/N:.oOo.Thanks for the three reviews last chapter! All though not much, they boosted my ego a little to make me post this! I would love some more reviews, hey, what author doesn't? There isa reason whyfanfiction's are in chapter format...
The next chapter is called: "Hogwarts, Most Lovely?"
and for future reference, Hogwarts is not under a love spell, kids are just growing up! ... and that would be too cliche,even for muah.