Author's note – Sorry for the long wait everyone! This was meant to be up like two weeks ago. I was in the city with my Mum for a week – she's having radiography up there, and then The Deathly Hallows came out, so I had to read it! Have to say, I was not very impressed when I first finished it, but now I'm beginning to like it more. BUT – I am NOT happy with who she killed off! I won't say in-case some of you haven't read it yet…
To make up for my slackness, I have an extra long chapter for you today I'm back at uni now, so my updates will be taking longer… but I'm going to make sure that they are longer and more in-depth than my first few chapters!
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Draco was having a lovely dream indeed, about getting revenge on Hermione and Ginny, when a loud, shrill scream ripped him out of his dreams.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" the scream pierced through the Slytherin dorms early on Saturday morning. Draco bolted straight out of bed and down into the Common room, where a dozen or so of his Housemates were already there, looking around to find the commotion. A loud bang was heard and Millicent Bulstrode and Daphne Greengrass appeared running down the stairs from the girl's corridor, where loud sobs were coming from. Both looked like they'd seen a dementor.
Draco, who was still half asleep, walked over to where the girls were huddled on the lounge, still looking scared out of their wits. "Daphne… Millicent… what the bloody hell is going on up there?"
It was Millicent who threw off her trance like state first. She looked up at Draco with fearful eyes. "It was awful Draco… I mean, one moment I'm sleeping and the next I'm woken up by this scream… and I quickly get out of bed and there's Pansy standing at the mirror covered in... in…" she shuddered and broke off. By now, most of Slytherin was standing in the Common room, trying to figure out what'd happened. Blaise was stumbling down the stairs, stifling a huge yawn, while putting a t-shirt on his bare chest.
Draco raised his eyebrows. "Covered in what Millicent?"
Daphne spoke, in a horrified whisper. "A pus rash! Oh Merlin, it is revolting!"
Blaise looked dumbfounded. "That's why she felt it was necessary to scream the whole bloody castle down? Because she has a rash?"
Millicent glared at Blaise. "Zabini, you haven't seen it. It is terrifying, believe me," she spat.
"Right then, I'm going to see what all the fuss is about," claimed Draco as he started walking up the girl's stairs.
"Draco, you can't walk up the girl's staircases you idiot," said Blaise.
"Unlike you Blaise, I am Head Boy. I can walk up any staircase," Draco announced arrogantly, as he proceeded up to the seventh year girl's dormitories.
Raising his fist, he started banging on the door. "Pansy! Let me in! It's my duty as Head Boy to make sure you are okay,"
"Go away Draco! I can't let you see me like this!" Pansy wailed through the door.
"He just wants to see how ugly she looks," muttered Blaise, who was irritated that he couldn't go up there and see what she looked like as well.
Draco sighed in frustration. Bloody Pansy; always had to be the drama queen and centre of attention. "Come on Pans," he growled.
Pansy sobbed loudly. "No one told me you could have a reaction from eating too much grapefruit!"
"Right, that's it. I'm breaking the door down if you don't let me in yourself Pansy!" Draco warned.
He heard a loud sniff and soft footsteps across the room before a lock clicked open. Draco turned the knob and pushed the door open slowly. He stepped into the room and found Pansy laying face down on her bed. "Come on Pans, it's probably not even that bad," he reasoned. Pansy sobbed again and sat up facing Draco.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he yelled, as he tried to cover his eyes. Pansy's entire face was covered with purple and red pus-filled boils that were pulsating. She let out a sob and threw herself back into her bed. Draco tried to cover his eyes, as he stumbled out of the room and flew down the staircase, still screaming his head off.
"That is fucking disgusting! Oh Merlin, I need to get that image out of my head!" he yelled hysterically. The crowd started mobbing Draco, to get him to explain what it had looked like. Blaise was patting Draco on the back, trying to calm him down. The blond boy was pale and shaking, with a horrified expression evident in his wide eyes. People were yelling and shaking Draco, who was oblivious to everything surrounding him. He just kept seeing Pansy's rash over and over in his mind.
Suddenly, the crowd went quiet. Pansy had appeared at the first landing of the girls' staircase with a pillow held over her face. "Draco?" She whispered. "It's not that bad is it?" and with that she let the pillow drop to the floor, revealing her rash to the entire Slytherin house. The crowd were dead silent, looking at Pansy's face with the pulsating boils. Some of the people in the crowd were turning green, while others were just staring helplessly, as they couldn't tear their eyes away from the sight.
Blaise swallowed hard and started backing away slowly, pulling Draco with him towards the portrait hole. "Oh my fucking God," he whispered in repulsion. He took another look and started screaming as he began running. The rest of the crowd snapped out of their daze and followed his lead and began running as fast as they could towards the portrait hall while screaming at the tops of their lungs in sheer terror. Blaise and Draco made it out first, Draco had regained his composure now and were both sprinting through the corridors.
"Do you reckon if we get pissed we'll forget that sight?" Blaise yelled to Draco anxiously.
"I don't think anything is strong enough to make me forget that sight mate," replied Draco as they rounded the corner and stopped at the entrance to the Great Hall, screams echoing loudly behind them as the rest of the Slytherin house followed them. After a minute or so, the rest of the house was standing there behind them, all wondering what they were going to do. Draco drew himself up to his full height and turned around to address the house.
"Right everyone listen up! I know what we have just witnessed is probably the most repulsive sight in the entire universe, but we are going to do everything in our power to try and forget it! So it starts with going into the Great Hall and eating breakfast like we do every Saturday morning! We are Slytherin! And we're not scared by some little rash are we?" he said in an uplifting manner.
"For fuck's sake Malfoy, that wasn't a little rash, that was… well… I - I don't know what it was, but it was not good," a sixth year called out loudly.
"Who asked you, you stupid prat? Right, everyone inside!" Draco growled angrily, as he was too shaken up to think of a better comeback.
Draco pushed the doors opened and started walking into the Great Hall. Looking around, he saw that apparently most of Hogwarts had heard Pansy screaming and then the rest of Slytherin screaming, as the Slytherin table was the only one not occupied. The entire Hall was dead silent and staring at the Slytherin House as they marched towards their table. Draco saw Hermione giving him a confused look as he past the Gryffindor table, but he shook it off. Once they had all sat down, food appeared at their table. Draco suddenly didn't feel hungry anymore, looking at the bowls of scrambled eggs and bacon, which reminded him of Pansy's boils. Glancing around, no one on the table was eating, except for Crabbe and Goyle. Everyone was still silent and watching the Slytherins. Professor Snape strode over to the Slytherin table, robes billowing behind him.
"Excuse me Mister Malfoy, but could you please explain why the entire castle was woken up this morning by the entire Slytherin house screaming and running to the Great Hall, who are now sitting silently looking disgusted and still wearing their pyjamas?" he drawled, loud enough for the entire hall to hear him.
'In pyjamas?' Draco thought. He looked down and saw that he was wearing black satin boxers with a tight grey t-shirt. Indeed, his pyjamas. A quick glance around the Slytherin table confirmed that everyone else was in their pyjamas. Draco blinked and paused, thinking of the best way to describe the morning's events.
"Well, Mister Malfoy?" snapped Snape.
"Professor, all you have to do is see Pansy and then you'll understand why we were acting the way we were," said Blaise.
"So, the entire Slytherin house was screaming and running through the halls, waking up the whole castle, showing up to breakfast in their pyjamas and embarrassing themselves because of Miss Parkinson, is that what you're saying Misters Malfoy and Zabini?" Snape drawled in an icy tone. Both boys nodded. Snape raised his eyebrows in disbelief. "Well then, come along, we are going to find Miss Parkinson and sort this out,"
Draco and Blaise rose and silently followed Snape out of the Great Hall, while the other three houses were watching curiously. Reaching the Slytherin Common room, Snape said the password and entered, with Draco and Blaise following him. Pansy was sitting in the middle of the Common room floor with a large mirror hovering in front of her. Her back was facing the group. She was apparently trying to charm her rash away.
"Miss Parkinson, what is going on? The entire Slytherin house was screaming and running through the corridors this morning, before all showing up for breakfast in their pyjamas – and they claim this is because of you?" Snape said with a dangerously icy tone.
Pansy sniffed loudly. "Professor, I've tried everything to get rid of it! It just won't disappear!"
"Well then, turn around and let me see it you silly girl!" Snape sneered as Pansy continued sniffing dramatically. Pansy sighed and tuned around to face Snape. His small, beady black eyes seemed to pop out of his face. 'Well, at least he didn't scream,' Pansy thought. Snape still seemed lost for words, as Draco and Blaise were sniggering quietly at Snape's reaction. Pansy threw them a glare and cleared her throat pointedly. Snape seemed to regain his composure, as he too turned around to glare at Draco and Blaise, who hurriedly quietened down.
"Well, Miss Parkinson, it looks as if you have had a severe reaction to something you have been eating… a visit to Madame Pomfrey is in order for you," Snape said loudly.
"But how will we get there without anyone seeing my face Professor?" Pansy replied with panic evident in her voice.
Snape raised his eyebrows. "You forget who you are talking to Miss Parkinson… I shall place a Disillusion charm on you, so bystanders cannot see you clearly,"
Draco rolled his eyes. Merlin, Pansy was thick sometimes. "May we be excused Professor?"
"Yes. Dismissed," Snape said shortly, before turning to Pansy and placing the charm over her.
Draco and Blaise walked out of the Common room and into the chilly dungeon corridor.
"Damn! Still in pyjamas!" said Blaise, as he rubbed his arms fervently.
Draco took out his wand and muttered Cambiamento. His and Blaise's pyjamas suddenly changed into their weekend wear. For Draco, dark jeans, a grey long sleeved shirt, with a black jacket. For Blaise, blue jeans, a black t-shirt, with a brown and black striped jumper over the top. They both wore black converses. Checking his watch, Draco saw that breakfast was still being served for another twenty minutes. He and Blaise started making their way towards the Great Hall, chatting quietly, when Blaise suddenly halted.
"What?" queried Draco.
Blaise smirked as he shoved a hand down his pants. "YES! He's back!"
Draco's eyes widened, and he ran his hand across his groin area. "Thank Merlin," he sighed happily. "Wait – did you just say he's back?"
"Of course I did. Rex-y boy is back!"
"Rex-y boy? What on earth…?"
Blaise raised his eyebrows at Draco. "Don't tell me you haven't named yours mate,"
Draco snorted and they continued to walk.
The whole school was still in the Great Hall, but this time they did not look at the boys quizzically as they entered. Blaise's stomach rumbled loudly as they walked to the Slytherin table, both boys suddenly starving as the image of Pansy's reaction faded from their minds. They sat down in the centre of the Slytherin table and started piling bacon, eggs, toast, tomatoes and other breakfast foods onto their plates.
"Okay, so when are we putting the plan into motion?" Blaise asked, once they had both had stopped shovelling food down their throats.
Draco swallowed his mouthful of tea. "Well, there is a Head's and Prefect's meeting tonight to discuss the Halloween Feast, so I should be able to get Granger then. So, try get Weaslette then, seeing as you're both not Prefects. Because otherwise, if one of them gets hit first, they'll warn the other and our plan will backfire,"
Blaise nodded. "Have you decided what you're going to get Granger with yet?"
Draco smirked. "I'm going to get her with an Infatuation charm, so the first person she sees will be the person she becomes infatuated with for 24 hours. So naturally, it will be me and I will ignore her the whole time… and then when the 24 hours is over, she will remember all the sappy things she said and did – which will mortify her,"
Blaise grinned. "I can't wait to see Granger acting like those Hufflepuff fifth year girls that used to follow you around… Ahhhh, that is going to be so good mate… I'm going to get Weaslette with an enlarging jinx,"
"Where? Her tits? Because that's not going to embarrass her much, that's going to please her, seeing as she's not that well endowed in that area," said Draco bluntly.
Blaise shook his head. "Not her tits Draco, her arse. She'll be so embarrassed; she'll have wished she never messed with me,"
Draco snorted. "I can see it now – Weaslette with a bum that's so big she won't be able to hold herself up!"
The boys erupted in laughter, imagining the small witch with a 'bubble-butt' resembling J-Lo (even though they had no idea who she was!)
Later that day, a group of sixth and seventh year students from assorted Houses were hanging out in an abandoned classroom on the third floor that someone had made into a communal Common room. The girls were mainly gossiping about the upcoming party and the boys were either joining in eagerly or trying to act as if they didn't care. Lavender, Parvati and Romilda were stretched out in front of the fire, filling in make-up planning sheets of all the different ways they could do their make-up for the party. Three Ravenclaw seventh year boys were quietly mocking the girls, giggling and flailing their hands around dramatically, while discussing the different shades of pink they would use for their lipstick and blush. Seamus and Dean were sitting at a table with numerous papers spread out, appearing to be plans for the party. Hermione and Ginny were curled up on a daybed below a full-length window, which was throwing rays of sunshine over them discussing how they would go about messing with Draco and Blaise's heads.
"… really should put the plan into motion before Halloween shouldn't we Mione?"
Hermione gave Ginny a blank look. "And what exactly is the plan? I think we should establish that before we decide when we are going to attack,"
Ginny rolled her eyes and hastily tied her long back into a ponytail. "I thought we went over this last night. Tonight after dinner, you are going to remind Malfoy that you have a Head's and Prefect's meeting and ask him to tutor you in Potions afterwards, while I seek out Zabini and invite him here to hang out with me,"
"And why would I need to be tutored in potions Ginny? I'm topping every class I'm taking, which Malfoy knows, because he's second to me in the classes we have together! And one of those is Potions!" said Hermione with a hint of annoyance in her voice.
Ginny sighed. Sometimes Hermione really was a lost cause. "Isn't it obvious? You're asking him inconspicuously on a kind-of date!"
Hermione was still giving Ginny an annoyed look. Ginny sighed again. "Mione, imagine what this will do to his ego! One of the only girls in Hogwarts to resist his charms going to him and asking him to 'tutor' her! He will think he's the shit!" exclaimed Ginny, with a devious smile on her face.
"I dunno Gin – it will also give the git something to gloat about… the fact that I find him 'attractive' will give him new means to torture me!" said Hermione glumly.
"That's the point! It will make him gloat because you have 'given in' to his charm, and then he'll start to chase you! Once he's hooked, you humiliate him in front of everyone by rejecting him! It's perfect!"
"Oh right, okay, so for this to work, I have to keep him interested – which means I'm going to have to snog the stupid prat!," Hermione said with disgust.
"Meh, it'll be good for you. He has the 'Sex God' reputation for a good reason you know," Ginny replied smugly.
"Ooookay – don't want to know how you know that,"
"Come on, as if I'd ever shag Malfoy! Daphne Greengrass, you know, your year from Slytherin?" Hermione nodded. "Well, they dated for a while and she reckons he was mind-blowing in the sack Hermione," Ginny stated pointedly.
"ANYWAY," said Hermione, ignoring Ginny's look. "Give me details on what you're going to be doing with Zabini,"
Ginny smirked. "Okay, so after you go to your meeting, I'm going to send Zabini a note, telling him to meet me here at 9, because I want to get to know him better. So, of course, he will come expecting a shag. And I will dress as if that's what I'm going to do – but I won't let him do anything to me, which will drive him crazy!"
"I don't think Zabini would willingly meet up with you after you made his dick disappear yesterday and let you get away with it!" Hermione said sceptically.
"No, I don't either… but trust me – he will forgive me," said Ginny confidently.
Hermione however wasn't so sure. "I hope you're right… or it's your funeral,"
Dinner time quickly came around. Draco and Blaise were finishing off their desert, when Hermione sauntered over to the Slytherin table. Summoning up her confidence, Hermione braced herself for what was to spew out of her mouth unwillingly.
"Hey Malfoy, don't forget we have a Head's and Prefect meeting tonight, in the conference room opposite the Prefect's bathroom,"
"Yes Granger, I know. I'll be there at 9," Draco replied eyeing the Head Girl suspiciously.
Hermione smiled and began to walk away. "OH, and do you think you could tutor me after? In Potions? I think I'm falling behind… well, I'll see you later then. Malfoy, Zabini,"
Blaise narrowed his eyes at the retreating Head Girl whose long hair was swaying as she walked, hips swinging slightly. Deliberately he supposed. "She fully just asked for a shag mate," he said.
Draco was also watching Hermione walk away. "Too right… Her and Weaslette must be up to something – Granger would never pull something like that in her right mind,"
Blaise smirked at his best friend who was glaring at the thought of the two Gryffindors plotting against them. "Use it to your advantage Draco. You can get Granger when you're 'tutoring' her,"
Draco's light blue eyes darkened with pleasure at the thought. "I can't wait to get that little wench back,"
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