Author: Ann Leony
Summary: Telling the candidates (Part 4)
A/N: This was inspired by a picture of Draco Malfoy leaning on a stone wall during Care of Magical Creatures. The list, I tried to make it all man, but I have to include girls because I don't know that many characters, and you could only use original character that much. Have to do more homework and Cedric is not Dead cause he's too beautiful to die.

By the way, if they are any mistakes in name or spelling of some things, I apologizes beforehand. I'm at college and I don't have any of the books for reference. I'm living of other fictions.

Chapter Eight

Seamus was hanging half over the balcony when his stupid of a dorm mate jump from said balcony. He would have jumped himself, if the said stupid dorm mate hadn't climbed on his broom fifty feet from the ground and speed away into the rain.

'Damn stupid emotional bastard. I almost had a heart attack.' He almost did not want to help Ron with his Harry problem. Almost. But this is just too juicy to let somebody have it. Maybe he could get Hermione to help. He should find Blaise, they promised to meet in the Great Hall ten minutes ago.

Draco Malfoy was not anything if not vain. He was not just vain, the extent of that feature surpass any girl in the Slytherin house. It was said that the only other person with the same degree of pain-in-the-arse was a girl in Hufflepuff ten years ago who turn out to be Miss Magical 1995. But that did not mean he appreciate being force to do something without being informed in the first place. He would never do anything when ordered. Except maybe from his father, or possibly Voldemort. Or definitely his stylist, Armand.

That maybe the reason why he was not looking too happy, sitting opposite Pansy Parkinson, in the Slytherin common room. In fact, not too happy might be a little underrated. It could also be describe as annoyed, angry or pissed-his-head-off kind of expression. His usual smooth forehead is crinkled, and his mouth was set in a thin line, which did nothing to his very expensive lip gloss. ( I mean balm, lip balm. A man wouldn't ever wear lip gloss. Ha-ha 'wiping sweat off forehead'.)

" Why would you put my name in?" his voice was freakily sweet, making the hair on the back of Pansy's neck rise. She was soo confident that Draco would agree that she forgot one of his more undesirable traits, he's as stubborn as a mule, an ass or any other creature associated with stubbornness that is. When he dug his heeled Dragon hide boots on something, he rarely budged. This would mean, she have to suck up. Suck up like she never did before. And if that doesn't work, tell Lucius and let the delicious older man do his magic. But only as a last resort that is.

"Draco, how could you think that your name would not be nominated? I mean, it's so obvious that no other could represent Slytherin other than you. You are the high-class classical beauty." There, she doesn't really know how to do this, but she could get through and have Draco on a silver plate for the calendar.

Draco, usually would hex anybody with his Most Excruciating spells for calling him a beauty, like a sodding GIRL! ( He's handsome dammit!), was sidetrack by the compliments Pansy was pouring on his perfectly moisturized head. He could see himself on the big mirror not twenty feet away from his chair. Sure, Pansy was right. He would be perfect for representing Slytherin.

He was about to give Pansy a very gracious answer when the common room door was opened with quite a bit of force behind it. Severus, carrying the limp, unconscious Blaise (he looked like a virgin sacrifice, with Snape's hands under his armpits and knees, his head tilted back, exposing his neck to whoever who will take it. Fortunately for Seamus, neither Severus nor Draco was that someone.) in his usual fast assuring stride towards the couch right by the fire. Pansy clambered to get to Blaise, and Draco, walked toward Severus, eyeing his god-father meaningfully, trying to gouge out the reason Severus would be handling an unconscious Blaise.

" Severus, What did you do to Blaise?" He could get detention and maybe no Christmas present that year, but hey, Blaise is family, at least seven times remove on the mother side. Sure, he knew that Severus would not kill the mouthy fifth year, like Draco was tempted a few times, but he also know that his god-father has the weirdest sense of humor and his jokes always bordered on dangerous. Just asked his left cheek, ( the one that's thankfully rarely seen in public.) it's was never the same again.

Severus tried his Are-You-Accusing -Me-Of-Something face. Or maybe it's the You-Have-Got-To-Be-Kidding glare, Draco can never be sure, but as both of them kind of have the same meaning, he just put an impatient face and tilted his head waiting for an answer.

"No, I did not do something to him. If what you mean as 'doing' is what I know you're thinking. He came to my office to tell my about you're project and I had a little fun off him, that's all." Severus finish with a shrug.

Pansy was almost jumping on Severus, her eyes were wet with worry. " How could you? You know he's with Seamus now. You're going to get him in trouble." she turn to look at Blaise unmoving body. " just to fill your pedophilic desires. And they just started to go out too. " And with that her tears streamed down her face.

"..."

The silence that stretch after that, punctuated only by Pansy sobbing every other thirty second was ended with both Severus and Draco both shaking with so much mirth that the usually austere Severus was chuckling and Draco, went down like a felled tree and was holding his stomach, unable to withstand his own weight and decided to let it rip.

Pansy, from sad, moved on to bewildered and settled on annoyed. " What are you two wankers laughing about. Do you care so little about Blaise's happiness? And why the hell is he not up yet. What did you do to him?" And with that she had just moved on to hysterical.

" Have the hair potion you been using finally gone to your head Pansy? "and he continued with the hysterical laughing and the teary pillow biting.

Snape however got over his momentary lapse of his usual character and and gave Pansy his usual intense stare and answered her question. " No, I did not do anything to him. I told him to drink one of my potions if he wanted me to agree. He drank it without a moments notice and well, I would say he would be out for about ten minutes more. He just drank a Surprise Potion, which I just got from one of my fellow potion brewer from my club. He said that it's not lethal but the result of that potion will show in three days after you drink it. Even I don't know what that potion potion could do. Ah well, I needed a guinea pig.." He ended that with a shrug, and Pansy let out a sigh of relief. When the Head of House says that the potion was not fatal, she incline to belief it. She was just afraid of what deformity Blaise will endure later. Maybe she should check.

TBC

A/N: I am a bad writer. (Crying uncontrollably) I suck. I can't promise the next installment will be in a week. I have to fish my Muse out of The River of the Dead in the Underworld.