Chapter 8

The next morning Harry awoke thanking the heavens that it was the weekend and there were no classes. He thought of the celebrations in the Slytherin common room and laughed to himself, knowing that they probably felt even more grateful then he.

He sat up in his bed rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Are these new robes of yours, Harry?" Harry jumped in surprise before fixing a look of horror towards Seamus who was currently holding his Deatheater robes. Memories of how he had dropped his robes carelessly on the floor and dropped into bed the night before and thoughts of how even his own stupidity surprised him sometimes began running through his head before any answer to Seamus' question could even be processed. Finally, taking his gaze away from the robes to Seamus, he responded.

"Um, yea. I got them from Hogsmeade from that really nice shop…you know, up on the hill there…" Harry felt an intense need to roll his eyes at himself but Seamus seemed more then welcome to do that for him.

"Yea, whatever Harry, they're really nice. Think I might get myself some of those." Harry could barely contain his laughter as he pictured Finnegan ever even allowing Deatheater robes come close to him. Seamus kept his eyes on Harry for a moment then, without a word, left the room.

Harry mumbled to himself in confusion as he too rose from his bed and headed out of the room. But before leaving through the door turned around and picked his robes off the edge of his bed and set them in the bottom of his trunk. He piled all of his other robes and school supplies on top of them and closed the trunk, scolding himself for once again being as careless as he was.

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As he sat in the great Hall he could feel someone's eyes on him but when he lifted his eyes to look at Draco, Draco was in deep conversation with another one of the Slytherins. Looking down the table of Slytherins he came upon Pansy who was staring right back at him with a playful smile upon her face. Quickly she rose from her bench and breaking her gaze, made her way along all the tables and finally to the doors of the hall.

He rose from the table as inconspicuously as he could, which wasnt very inconspicuous at all, as his hormones got the best of him and he practically ran from his seat to the door after her.

As he had hoped for, Pansy was waiting for him around the corner away from the view of the doors he had just come through. She leaned against the wall behind her, a seductive smile playing on her lips. She giggled and made a run towards the dungeon steps.

Halfway down the hallway he quickly caught up to her and with a slight shriek from Pansy, wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her towards him. He slowly made a trail of passionate kisses down the nape of her neck as she reached behind her and ran her hands through his hair.

Pansy turned around as Harry held his grip around her. She playfully pushed him up against the wall behind them and slowly brought her lips up to his, barely brushing them before she suddenly jerked her head to the right as they heard footsteps coming towards them from the dungeons. Pansy looked back towards Harry desperately.

"We'll have to finish this later. Now quick, you have to go!" and with one short kiss she shoved Harry back up the stairs.

Instead of heading back to the Great Hall Harry decided to go back to the common room and spend the rest of the morning winding down from his encounter with Pansy.

Before he could say the password, the portrait opened and out came Ron with Seamus in a hurry. Without saying a word to Harry they rushed past him and without a second thought, Harry entered the opened doorway.

He walked through the empty common room and up to the boy's dorm. He laid down on his back staring up to the ceiling of his four poster thinking mostly of Pansy and how much of a tease she was. He felt himself lying on a lump and reached behind his pillow grasping his mask. Sitting up in bed he looked towards his trunk. What he saw made his heart leap out from his chest as he jumped up from his bed.

He now saw that his trunk was half opened; held open by a pair of socks hanging half in, half out that he knew hadn't been there when he had out away his robes earlier that morning. Now in panic mode, he ran to his trunk and began throwing all its contents out to get to the bottom of the trunk where his Deatheaters robes were. As he threw out robe after robe he quickly came to the bottom of the trunk. His robes were missing. As he came to this realization, all he could think was that they didn't get his mask. His robes could have been found anywhere in Hogsmeade, as unlikely as it was to have robes of silk in his trunk. Everything would be okay he repeated to himself. So mentally exhausted by this point, he fell back onto bed shoving the mask under his pillow, fixing a powerful invisibility spell on it.

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"What do you mean, 'it's not enough'?" By now Ron was completely red in the face from rage and Seamus' face could be likened to the same. "What else would robes this nice be for? It would explain everything!"