Draco walked into the Great Hall in time for lunch. He'd decided to get some food before consulting Pansy. Watching Granger strip had made him hungry. But, since he couldn't really eat her (yet), he would have to settle for some regular food. He walked over to the Slytherin table and smiled as he spotted Pansy. She had her nose in a fashion magazine as she munched on a salad.
"A salad?" he said, sitting down across from her. "Another diet, Pans?"
She looked up and smiled. "Hello, Draco," she said. "Yeah, another salad. I'm getting thin so I can eat all I want for the Christmas Feast. How's the planning for the party going with Granger?"
Draco pulled a plate of ham forward and served himself some of it. "Well, that was what I wanted to talk to you about," he said in a low voice.
"What? You need decoration ideas?" Pansy said, taking a sip of her pumpkin juice.
Draco smirked and said, "Actually, I need help getting into Granger's pants."
Pansy spurted juice all over the table and coughed. A few people looked their way, but Draco ignored them as he mopped up the juice. "What?" Pansy said, her voice sounding a bit hoarse.
Draco leaned forward and lowered his voice slightly. "I want your help to get Granger willingly into my bed. Think about it, Pans. 'Gryffindor Princess gets fucked by Slytherin Prince and left like the piece of trash she is'. It will totally crush the Gryffindor spirit. You know how they hold onto Granger and Potter's reputations."
Pansy leaned forward and said, "Draco, I don't think that's a great idea. Granger's different than the other girls. She's not just a pretty face and body. She's got a brain and uses it. If you go after her, she just might catch you."
Draco frowned. "You think I can't get one filthy mudblood?" he said.
Pansy sighed. "I give you till everyone comes back from their holidays," she said. "When you sit down at this table and look me in the eye, I promise you, you won't be able to say that word. If you want to end up like that because your damn pride can't take that you accidentally kissed a muggle-born, then fine. I'm not stopping you. But I'm not helping you either." She returned to her magazine and said, "Do you think I should put my hair up or keep it down for the Christmas Party?"
Draco rolled his eyes. "How should I know?" he said.
"I'm asking your opinion," she said. "Young Witch Weekly says that the down style is very in right now, but if there's dancing, I might want to keep it up."
"Ugh," Draco said. "What is with girls and magazines? First Granger with the personality test and now you with-"
"Wait," Pansy looked up, interest shining in her eyes. "Granger took a personality test from a teen magazine?" Draco nodded. "Oh, that's so funny. What did she get?"
"I don't know," Draco said, smiling. "But Peeves does. He stole her results." He lowered his voice and told her everything that had happened so far between him and the Gryffindor. Pansy's eyes couldn't get any bigger.
"So," she said, smirking slightly. "Princess has a wild side. We should get Peeves to tell us what her results were."
Draco raised a taunting eyebrow. "I thought you weren't going to help me."
"Not with getting Granger into bed," Pansy said. "I want to know what she got on her quiz."
"Her personality test?" he said.
"No. The other test," Pansy said.
Now Draco was confused. "What other test?" he asked.
Pansy sighed and spread her magazine in front of him. He looked down at a quiz about what winter style was best for you. Pansy pointed to a note at the bottom. Draco leaned forward and read it. Each quiz answered, will inform the user of another quiz they may be interested in. Each quiz is unique to a certain month.
Draco looked up. "How is this suppose to help me?" he asked.
"I don't know," Pansy said. "But, knowing how curious Granger is, she'd probably have taken another quiz. That's the quiz I'm curious about. If we find the magazine she used, we'll know what her other quiz was."
Draco smiled and said, "I never thought I'd be glad you know so much about girl magazines, Pansy." She smiled and finished her salad.
They looked to the magazine section in the library, but didn't need to look any further. Granger had left the magazine open on the table. Why no one put it away, was beyond Draco, but he didn't question it any further.
Pansy slid into the seat and pulled the magazine closer. After skimming the page, she smiled. "Oh, this is great. For you, at least, Draco," she said. "I remember this quiz. Millicent took it and the quiz that popped up was 'Which guy will fall for you'. I bet Granger didn't want anyone seeing that."
Draco smirked and said, "Well, I know one person who did." He left the library, Pansy following him. Draco walked around until he found Peeves tormenting a Gryffindor second year. He allowed him to continue for a while before stepping in.
"Hey, Peeves," he called. The poltergeist paused. The second year ran off in that moment.
"Look what Mally's done," Peeves said, using that stupid name for Draca's surname. "You let second leave."
Draco rolled his eyes. "I want to ask you something," he said. "What was the results of Granger's boy quiz?"
Peeves floated nearer and said, "Why do you want to know?"
Draco shrugged. "I'm just curious," he said.
The ghost watched him for a moment and then smiled. He floated above them and sang out, "The boy that is perfect for you, is a Bad boy but intelligent individual. On the outside, he'll be hard and mean. On the inside, he'll have a romantic side reserved for only a handful of people, you included. He'll have a brain, as evident of the pranks and trouble he's gotten into, but he will have an intellect that matches your own. Don't dismiss him so quickly. You'll get angry at each other, But it won't be pointless. You know what they say. 'Opposites attract.'"
Draco looked at Pansy and smiled. "I just found my new play," he said before walking off.
Pansy watched him go. "Play? What play? That was you, Draco," she said. She shook her head and wandered down to the Slytherin's Common Room. Blaise was going to want to hear about this.
AN: Hey, what do you think? Now Pansy's in on it and so will Blaise, soon. Thanks for reading.