AN: I know it's been forever since I have updated. I've been a little busy and I wanted to make sure that this story was continuing to go as I planned to. It takes awhile for me to write sometimes as I'm constantly mapping out later chapters. There are still many chapters to come. Thanks to all who have reviewed so far! I appreciate all your comments and criticisms!
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Chapter 10: Revenge
Harry watched his legs swing back and forth trying not to think about what Draco was going to say. The reality was he had no idea what Draco was going to say, but imagining conversations really wasn't going to help his psyche.
So he waited.
Harry sat on the edge of the tub in the Prefect's bathroom. They had decided to meet there simply because there was nowhere else to meet. Harry tried not to picture what they had been doing here the night before.
Harry's breath caught in his throat as he heard the door open.
There was Draco, looking immaculate in velvet black robes. His blonde hair was meticulously combed back and his face wore the usual arrogant expression. Harry tried to smile, but found that the corners of his mouth would not turn upward and that his lips were dried and cracked. He moistened them and was about to speak when Draco's voice rang out.
"I never want to see you again," he said coldly, without preamble. "Never talk to me again. Never look at me again."
Harry forced himself to swallow the lump that was in his throat. He wanted his voice to sound raw and emotionless like Draco's but it came out softer than intended. "This is over?" He questioned, disbelievingly.
Draco's cold gaze swept over him. He stared for what seemed like hours. "This never happened."
Harry's jaw dropped as Draco, no, Malfoy turned and walked away.
Just like that.
It was not in his nature to cry. He never did it and he didn't now. But Harry thought that if he was the type of person who cried when he was sad, who sobbed when he felt empty, well he just might have done it.
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Draco smiled a genuine smile. That had been easier than he thought. He had dumped Potter. It felt almost good in a masochistic way…he was punishing himself.
His father would have been pleased.
Draco's eyes narrowed as he thought of his father. His father would never know anything about this. His father was the reason Draco had made the right decision. There was no way Draco could deliberately disappoint the man.
In the heat of sexual passion, he had considered it. He had contemplated going over to the good side and perhaps even fighting alongside Potter…as Potter needed it to be. But after he had settled down and thought about in a rational manner, well, there had been nothing to think about. The decision was clear.
There would be other Potters. There would be no way to rectify the mistake if he had chosen to fight for Dumbledore and his cronies.
Draco was so caught up in his thoughts that he did not notice when he ran into someone. The other person fell down and Draco resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
It was Pansy.
"Sorry," Draco muttered, picturing his mother's face if he had said nothing to the girl he had just knocked down.
Pansy looked angry about something. Draco didn't ask any questions. No doubt he would hear about it in front of the common room fire that night.
"I've been looking all over for you, Draco," She simpered.
"I've been busy," Draco said, not at all interested in the conversation that was taking place.
"Are you coming to the Halloween feast tomorrow?" Pansy asked.
No, I have other things to do at a Boarding School rather than attend the feast that the rest of the school is going to, Draco thought of saying. Instead he said evenly, "yes."
Pansy smiled. Mercifully, she had nothing else to say to him as they went back to the Slytherin common room. Draco decided to head up to bed. It had been a long day. As he slid his hand inside his boxers, he tried to think of anyone but Potter.
He couldn't.
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Pansy couldn't even cry.
She was too angry.
The nerve of him! She offered herself to him! She let him do as he wished! He had made her doubt herself! And the whole time, he was gay. It was unbelievable.
Pansy sat in front of the fire in the Slytherin common room alone. It was well past midnight and the rest of her housemates were in bed. But the events of the day were still running through Pansy's head and she couldn't make them go away.
She had been leaving the Great Hall, by herself for once. Draco had not been interested in chatting that day at dinner and Pansy had no longer wished to sit next to him in silence. She was walking by the Prefect's bathroom when she saw him.
Potter.
He was not a Prefect and yet she watched as he entered the Prefects' bathroom with ease. Pansy had considered going in there and telling him off, but had convinced herself that the boy probably had special permission to use it.
Yes, poor Potter was too fragile to use the regular loos.
So she had walked away, mumbling under her breath about Gryffindors and favoritism…until she had heard footsteps.
She had just rounded a corner, but something told her to investigate the disturbance further. Pansy peeked around the corner and saw Draco walking down the hallway. She had just been about to call out to him when she watched him enter the Prefects' bathroom.
At first she had thought it had been some kind of accident. Perhaps Draco hadn't known Potter was there. She waited…two, three, four minutes. Finally, almost ten minutes later he had come out.
Even then she had not been sure. After all, if Draco had gone in there accidentally he might have stayed to hurl some insults at Potter.
Pansy walked up to him. She wanted him to call out to her. When she realized he wasn't going to do anything of the sort, she walked into him.
She fell over dramatically and dusted herself off before getting to her feet. Now, certainly he would begin to brag about the run in with Potter, how he had made Potter so angry he would have punched him…but instead he said nothing about Potter.
Pansy was livid.
It had occurred to her later that there was no way Draco Malfoy would pick a fight without a crowd around him. He would certainly not go insult or duel Potter alone…not the boy who had survived numerous encounters with the Dark Lord.
And that left only one conclusion.
They were together.
At first, Pansy could barely believe herself. But after awhile it was the only thing that made sense. For awhile, Pansy knew that Draco had been cheating on her. She did not care. After all, she was the choice that made sense. She was acceptable to the Malfoys and whatever fling Draco needed to get off his chest, well, he would have to pick her in the end.
But Pansy had been wrong. He had been cheating on her with Potter. He was into boys himself and that was something that she could not take.
She would not be his consolation prize. She adored Draco Malfoy for his handsome face and his cunning and ambitious nature, but she did not love him. And he did not love her. That was fine.
Pansy could not deal with a husband who did not find her attractive, a husband who wanted nothing more than the Boy-Who-Lived. She would not have it.
She would have revenge.
Pansy grinned in the firelight. Draco Malfoy would pay.
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