AN* Here is chapter 8! I'm quite afraid I have lost many of my readers :'( I'm sorry for my lack of commitment, but I promise you I shall finish this story with or without you all; I just hope you'll all join for the ride, or at least visit when it's finished. I have the basics planned for the rest of the story, and hope to get as much done as I can with 2 weeks of summer.
Note- in Order of the Phoenix it was pointed out that a spell had been cast so that boys couldn't the girls dormitory; however this is Slytherin not Gryffindor, and we all know; or at least think we do, that Slytherins are promiscuous, being unable to accesses each others dorms would be counter productive and Slytherin promotes spying the common room would not disadvantage the housemates that way.
So, in Slytherin boys and girls can go into each others dorms, no problem.
rainbowspring- I'm so happy you liked the last chapter, and i really enjoyed writing the conversations in potions, one of my favourite chapters to write. I can't tell you anything about Blaise and Ollie, sorry :S, i can't give anything away. However the truth shall be revealed soon enough. As you have predicted things are going to become more complicated, or inb the very least more eventful.
emilynoel11- I'm soooo happy you like it! It's so weird to actually know somebody on here in real life! And thank you for finally realizing that I am a very witty person; i always have been and it is quite odd it has taken you so long to figure out! And yes, it is very difficult to keep everything straight, and i'm sure Blaise appreciates your sympathy as well.
Disclaimer-please refer to previous chapter; I rather liked that one.
Chapter 8 - Revenge
"The fuck!" Pansy's cursing alerted her roommates that it was a new day.
"It's five forty seven in the morning Pansy!" Tracy shrieked, burrowing her head back under her pillow.
"I slept in!" Daphne gasped, toppling out of her bed and running to the laboratory to get a start on her morning rituals.
"Why are you even up?" Ollie moaned tossing her blanket over her face.
"Oh, so why I'm effing pissed is irrelevant?" Pansy griped.
"You're always pissed, what is it this fine morning that's got your panties in a bunch?" Ollie inquired, throwing away her covers as it became evident she wasn't going back to sleep.
"Trying to sleep…" Tracy groaned rolling around her bed.
"Well I had to take a piss and…I'm out of tampons." Pansy groaned throwing her makeup bag onto her bed.
"Just a sec…" Tracy murmured, opening the little cupboard that made up the height of her bedside table up until the top-and only-drawer, rummaging through the books, parchment and socks that had been shoved in there until she found what she was looking for and threw it at Pansy; missing by a long shot, before rolling back into sleep.
"I don't think she was actually awake for that." Ollie smirked as she stepped out of bed.
"Yeah well once the red sea's taken care of I won't be either." Pansy said in a gleeful tone, very much looking forward to her return to sleep.
"Pansy shut up! Just shut up!" Blaise barked as he banged against the wall shared by both the fifth year boys' and girls' dorms.
"Fuck you Blaise!" Pansy screamed; the groans could be heard through the wall.
"Draco, you're dating her, you go tell her." Theo reasoned.
"That's exactly why I can't tell her." Draco explained. "Are they talking about makeup? Really?" Draco groaned, smothering his pillow over his ears.
"Damn Crabbe and Goyle and their ability to sleep through any and everything!" Theo cursed, rolling around his bunk in an attempt to get comfortable.
"Well they're going to need it to cover the bags under their eyes, I swear, they stay up all night talking about boys; when we can hear them-" Theo complained.
"That's why they talk about boys in their dorm." Draco pointed out, pushing his pillow off the lower half of his face so his speech wasn't muffled.
"And then they wake up at obscene hours to talk about the same stupid stuff." Blaise continued, the shadow of his hands flailing through the air.
"Like boys…?" Theo mumbled, half asleep.
"I think you just called us all stupid." Draco said, rolling over onto his stomach.
"…did I really?" Blaise asked, sitting up in his bed.
"Yeah, you did." Draco chuckled, pounding his pillow and tucking it under his chin.
"Will the two of you be quite, I'M TRYING TO SLEEP." Theo's silhouette could be seen sitting up in bed.
"It's kinda hard to sleep while you're screaming Theo, shut the fuck up!" Came Draco's muffled reply, tossing his pillow at Theo's head.
"Fuck you." Theo retaliated, throwing the pillow back at Draco, who took it and held it over his head to block out Pansy and Ollie's giggling.
"If we can hear them…that means they can hear us." Blaise realized, sitting up in his bed.
"…no fucking shit Blaise, you just figured this out, now, seriously." Draco confirmed, rolling over to face Blaise, propped by his elbow.
The girls' laughter only increased.
"I can't take this anymore!" Theo wailed, throwing the sheets off and stomping towards the door, down the hall, into the hall with the girls dorms, and to the fifth years dormitory where he knocked forcefully. "Don't make my day miserable already Pansy, because it's a Friday. No one deserves to be miserable on a Friday, not me and not even you." With that Theo turned around; the boys' dorm echoing with lazy, half asleep claps.
"My hero." Tracy yawned, rolling out of bed; quite literally, and staggered towards Theo. "However shall I repay you?" Tracy asked leaning against the door frame. Pansy, with a humph, pushed past Theo towards the lavatory's at the end of the hall.
"Well, you could accompany me to Hogsmeade this weekend." Theo offered.
"Okay, but I was going to do that anyway." Tracy smiled before staggering back towards her bed and collapsing back into sleep.
"Ugh honestly! These were my favourite panties." Daphne whined, hesitantly dropping them into the rubbish bin with a pout on her face.
"You too!" Pansy grinned joining her friend in the restroom.
"It always has to come before a Hogsmeade weekend doesn't it." Daphne gave as way of answer, knotting the tie of her bathrobe.
Jessie had made callbacks, to his delight and Astoria's discomfort. She felt so out of place amongst all the girlfriends, boyfriends, and other interested parties; I mean she hardly knew him, and the others rooting for Jessie were just as confused as she was over her presence. So, with a copy of "The Great Gatsby" and her father's old University sweater, Astoria went down to the pitch, wet with early morning dew to watch Jessie's before class tryouts.
"Why are you here?" Pax inquired, turning to face her companion.
"To see the competition." Orla said after lowering her scarf from her over her mouth.
"No, I'm here to scope out the competition." Pax clarified. "Why are you hanging around here?"
"What does the competition matter to you anyway, you hate Quiddich." Orla stated heatedly, folding her arms with her hands under her pits.
"Yes, but Francis adores it." Pax smiled, pulling an extra pair of gloves from her pocket.
"Ahh." Orla winked, accepting the gloves.
"So would your being here have anything to do with a special someone?" Pax asked, shimming her shoulders with a knowing smirk.
"Honestly Pax not everything is about boys. Some people actually enjoy the sport." Orla informed her friend, rolling her eyes.
"So it is a boy! Which one which one! Point him out to me please." Pax begged, bobbing up and down in her seat.
"It isn't a boy." Orla said, avoiding Pax's eye.
"Is too, is too!" Pax sung drawing plenty of attention.
"Drop it Pax." Orla gritted through her teeth.
"It's Jessie isn't it? Ohhhhh I knew it, I knew it!" Pax clapped gleefully as she spotted him amongst the flying students.
"Jesus Pax, do you have to be so damn loud." Orla sighed, slouching.
"So that means yes, it is Jessie then." Pax grinned, waggling her brows.
"I thought you knew it?" Orla said cheekily.
"Yeah, well, I'm sure now." Pax smirked, observing the candidates as they warmed up.
"Ugh…Madley made it to callbacks." Orla scoffed, shaking her head.
"I wasn't aware she could fly at all." Pax stated, spotting her in the sky and following her with her eye. "She seems pretty good."
"I know." Orla replied, worry evident in her voice.
"You don't think she'll make it over Jessie!" Pax asked, turning to her friend.
"It might be close…" Orla stated, biting her lip; Jessie wanted to be on the team so badly.
"Oh my God, what is Tori doing here!" Pax's wondered excitedly
"Jessie invited her." Orla spat, crossing her arms and falling into a slouch.
"Why? Are you sure he's a smart choice Orla, it would appear he is mentally unstable." Pax joked, feigning sincerity.
"He is not crazy! Just…confused." Orla clarified, glowering at Astoria.
"Aha, and what were you planning on doing about this." Pax demanded, joining Orla in glaring daggers.
"About what?"
"Astoria! You need to deter her, what are you going to do to keep her away." Pax demanded, grabbing hold of her friend in her excitement.
"I'm not doing anything. He doesn't like her!" Orla screeched. "And besides, she's completely oblivious to his flirting; they have no common interest-"
"Not to mention she dresses like a school nun." Pax laughed.
"Exactly, I have nothing to worry about." Orla reassured her friend; and herself.
Leaning in Pax whispered, "Except for the fact that he likes her." grinning devilishly.
"Shit…what am I going to do?" Orla wailed, throwing her head back in despair.
"That's the spirit Quirke! No worries, your good old friend and her Slytherin cunning are here to help." Pax beamed, placing her arm around her mate's shoulder.
"Where's the cereal?" Draco demanded taking the empty seat beside Blaise, who began to pour Draco a bowl. "Hey! What do you think you're doing!"
"Pouring you some cereal man." Blaise replied, as Draco snatched the bowl and box from Blaise's hands. "Dude-"
"You don't know how much cereal I want, you don't know how much milk I like; the cereal to milk ratio I need." Draco spat, fixing his own bowl.
"Whoa, cool it Captain Sassy!" Blaise retorted, shaking his head as he dug into his scrambled eggs. Draco rolled his eyes as he ate his cereal.
"I'm thinking about just apologizing to Pansy." Draco said through a mouthful of cereal.
"For what?" Blaise inquired, shoveling his eggs onto a bit of toast.
"I don't know, maybe it'll calm her down though. Something's obviously bothering her. She'll probably just wants me to initiate the conversation; talk about whatever's bothering her ya know." Draco explained, ladling more cereal onto his spoon.
"No." Blaise's fork clattered against his plate. Draco cocked an eyebrow. "I mean, she just needs some space man."
"And you became the expert when exactly?" Draco smirked before having another spoonful.
"When I started talking to Pansy's best friend, it's just girl stuff alright, Daphne's got it handled." Blaise testified, recollecting his fork to continue his task of fitting all his egg on his remanding toast.
"You're not cheating on Ollie with Daphne are you?" Draco asked, brows furrowed and spoon suspended midway through its journey.
"Wh-n-no!" Blaise spluttered, not exactly sure why it was a difficult question to answer; he wasn't.
"No worries, I get it. I didn't hear anything?" Draco smirked, tucking the cereal box under his arm as he left with his bowl.
"Don't forget the milk!" Blaise called after him throwing a fresh bag after him, just to have it land at Draco's feet and explode all over the floor.
"The fuck Blaise!" Draco cursed, as he shook some of the milk off his shoes before making his way out of the great hall; now heading back to his dormitory to change his shoes.
"Blaise do you know where the cereal is?" Daphne inquired taking Draco's old seat. Blaise grabbed a box and prepared to pour. "Don't even think about it." Daphne snatched the box from Blaise and fixed her own bowl.
"You too! Why is everybody so picky about their cereal?" Blaise huffed, taking a huge bite of toast.
"Do you eat cereal?" Daphne asked.
"No-" Blaise said, mouthful of egg.
"Then you wouldn't understand." Daphne stated, shoveling a spoonful. "So, what have you been up to, besides drenching Draco's feet?"
"Well, I took the initiative." Blaise cheered.
"Really?" Daphne raised a brow.
"Mhmm, told Draco to give Pansy her space." Blaise replied smugly.
Daphne gasped. "Blaise you genius you! I never took you for being clever."
"I have my moments…" Blaise grinned cheekily.
"You're unbelievable." Daphne laughed, shaking her head.
"So what are you doing at Hogsmeade tomorrow? I can't think of any more love lives you'd have interest in ruining." Blaise said, preparing to take a swig from his glass.
"Actually I was hoping to do some shopping with Pansy before she runs off with Draco somewhere. You?" Daphne answered, twirling her spoon between her fingers.
"Something similar; and after Draco whisks Pansy away?" Blaise raised a questioning brow.
"Did you have something in mind?" Daphne asked, "Because it sounds like you have something in mind."
"Well I thought, if you weren't doing anything and I wasn't doing anything we could-" Blaise shrugged, "Do nothing together."
"As pleasant as an offer as that sounds-"
"Come on Daphne be serious." Blaise begged. Daphne put down her spoon and looked Blaise straight in the face; quite serious.
"You have a girlfriend."
"We're not actually dating,-" Blaise assured.
"Does Ollie know that?" Daphne folded her arms across her chest. Blaise looked torn, and pressed his lips together mulling over the right answer.
"…I'll think about it." Daphne sighed, shouldering the strap of her bag. "You know when a girl says she'll think about it she usually doesn't." Daphne tossed her bag over her shoulder as she stood.
"Yeah, but you always think too much anyway." Blaise grinned after her.
Ollie walked down the aisles in the library with one hand brushing against the covers waiting to feel the thick leather spine and embroidery of the volume she was looking for; she had hidden this book amongst the fiction novels knowing that anyone seeking fairytales would hold no interest for Charms. Apparently Ollie had been wrong as she came across an empty spot in the shelf rather than a thick leather spine.
"Ughhhhhhhhhh, are you kidding me!" She groaned, sitting on the floor. "How am I supposed to finish that damn essay now?" She grumbled, folding her arms across her chest.
"Looking for this?" A voice asked from above. Lifting her head Ollie saw Fay brandishing the very volume she was looking for. "I thought it was odd for this to be in the fiction section, I was going to put it back but, I suppose you had put it there?"
"Yeah…In second year I lost a book I borrowed and Madame Pince has refused to loan me one since." Ollie replied lightly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Well, I just so happen to be able to borrow this book out so…" Fay slipped the sign out card from the back, and signed her name handing the book to Ollie, leaving to give Madame Pince the card.
"Thanks." But when Ollie looked up, she was gone.
"Who you talking to Ollie?" Blaise examined, entering the aisle from the opposite end Fay had left.
"Nobody," Ollie smiled turning to look up at him. "What's up?"
"Well, I think that- that we should talk…" Blaise said, scratching the back of his neck.
"Um, I would love to but I have this paper to write." Ollie replied as she rose from her spot on the floor dusting her skirt. "Maybe later though Kay?"
"Oh okay that's cool." Blaise breathed feeling quite relieved but hoping it didn't show through.
"Can I ask you a favour?" Ollie inquired.
"Umm, sure." Blaise shrugged.
"Can you keep Tracy company in Hogsmeade on Saturday; this papers gonna take more than one night." Ollie pouted.
"I thought Theo and her were-"
"No they are not." Ollie stated. "Could you maybe, spend the day with her? Please."
"Uh-"
"Great! I'll go tell her." Ollie beamed, rushing off to go find her friend. Leaving a confused Blaise in her wake.
"Pax, I don't know if we should-" Orla muttered worriedly.
"We aren't doing anything Orla, you're simply letting me into the Ravenclaw Tower; a place I've been a million times. I'm taking it from there." Pax encouraged nodding her head.
"If we get caught." Orla breathed anxiously.
"We're not going to get caught, and if we do it'll be me that gets caught, not you. So quit your whining and answer the knocker's damn question." Pax commanded, waving her arm towards the door into Ravenclaw tower.
"Pax-" Orla hesitated.
"If not today I'll just do it next time I come up here with you Orla; it's going to happen." Pax confirmed; Orla still looked as unsure as she did before. "Think of Jessie; men love confidence, I'm just…taking care of Astoria's."
"Humph, alright." Orla agreed, turning to the door to bang the knocker.
Ollie sat behind Theo in Transfiguration, if any teacher was going to put a student in detention during a Hogsmeade weekend it would be McGonagall. Taking a deep, steadying breath Ollie mentally prepared herself to follow through with her plan.
Pulling her wand out of her cloak pocket, and holding it from under her desk, with a soft murmuring and the flick of her wrist the entire contents of Professor McGonagall's desk flew up into the air and scattered upon the floor. The Hufflepuffs sat there gasping like guppies rolling around on the carpet out of water, the Slytherins tried to stifle there laughter. McGonagall looked completely unamused. "Who was the one clever enough to come up with that hilarious practical joke?" McGonagall inquired sternly, focusing her gaze on the Slytherins.
Susan Bones raised her hand timidly. "The spell came from that direction."
And as Ollie had hoped and expected Susan pointed at Theo and Pansy's table-Pansy had been moved as far as McGonagall could get her from Draco a long time ago.
"Are you absolutely positive Susan?" McGonagall asked gravely.
"I saw it Professor. Honest." Susan insisted.
"I know." McGonagall smiled; a Hufflepuff would never lie…on purpose. McGonagall turned to the accused. "Well, which one of you was it?"
"It wasn't me." Theo blurted.
"Well I didn't do it!" Pansy shouted.
"So what? A ghost did it." McGonagall said in a Snape-like fashion.
"Maybe." Pansy offered; McGonagall crossed her arms. "You know what an arse Peeves can be." Theo nodded his agreements.
"Well unless one of you confesses you will both be serving detention with me this Saturday." McGonagall informed the pair waving her wand to clean the mess. The two gaped.
"It was Pansy-Nott" The two blamed each other simultaneously. McGonagall just rolled her eyes at the two and continued on with her lesson.
Daphne hid a grin behind her hand, raised to her mouth in faked shock; it was all too perfect. Pansy and Theo stuck together for an entire Saturday.
"I wouldn't go in there if I were you." Saffy advised Astoria as she shut the door to their dormitory firmly behind her.
"Why not? I just have to get some books." Astoria asked curiously, tilting her head slightly to get a better look at the knob.
"What books, I'll get them for you." Saffy insisted, blocking Astoria's access to the door handle.
"Saffy, I appreciate the gesture but I can get them myself, really." Astoria assured her, grabbing hold of the handle, turning the knob and maneuvering past her.
"Astoria-" Saffy tried again, grabbing for her arm to stop her, but she was already inside.
Astoria stopped in the doorway and stared at the wall behind her bed, where in harsh red letters the word UGLY was painted.
"If you'll excuse me Saffy I'm going to be late." Astoria sniffed, quickly grabbing her things, before slamming the door behind her and rushing off to the library.
"I'm sure Flitwick could fix it Tori!" Saffy tried, reassuringly; but Astoria was already gone. With a sigh Saffy ran off to find her professor and head of house.
Draco walked into the library, if Astoria was going to brew anything they were going to have to pick a new location; but Draco didn't much like the idea of asking Snape to use the classroom. He wouldn't want him to get the impression he actually liked tutoring; or worse, allowing other students to join them due to his being there to supervise. No they needed a new place.
Upon hearing his footsteps Astoria rubbed her eyes clear and quickly hid herself behind a book.
"Hello." Draco greeted, dropping his bag onto the table.
"Good afternoon." Astoria greeted stiffly, sniffing back tears.
"Are you all right-" Draco began.
"What do you know about permanent sticking charms?" Astoria inquired, turning the page of Reversing jinks, hexes, and various charms that she was hiding behind.
"Well there permanent and, they stick." Draco offered.
"What about removing them?" Astoria continued, turning another page.
"I'm not sure you can; it all depends on the charm used I suppose, and who cast it…why?" Draco asked, trying to look around the cover of the book at Astoria face.
"So it'll never come off." Astoria blubbered, dropping the book to reveal her tear stained face.
"What will never come off?" Draco pressed, his voice softening.
"It's nothing…it doesn't matter." Astoria sighed, diving into her bag and pulling out various potions text.
"Yes it does." Draco declared.
"It was just a joke, not a very funny one but-oh, the poor dear who gets the bed after me." Astoria fretted.
"And what about you?"Draco demanded.
"I'm fine." Astoria assured him.
"But the person who gets the room after you won't be?" Draco clarified, folding his arms across his chest.
"Some people have very poor self esteem and no one should be called such things-" Astoria said with the utmost sincerity.
"But you can be." Draco stated vehemently.
"Well, no but-" Astoria stuttered.
"But nothing. What did they do?" Draco persisted.
"They vandalized the wall above my bed. They wrote that- Ugly, they wrote the word ugly." Astoria admitted, staring intently at the table the entire time, playing with the corner of her book cover.
"Who?" Draco inquired, ducking his head in order to attempt to catch Astoria's gaze.
"I don't know and I can't be sure…I feel bad for Orla though, she's the one who's going to have to see it every morning when she wakes up, and every night before she goes to bed." Astoria sighed, leaning back into her chair, but turning her head off to the side to avoid Draco's eye.
"Quirke?" Draco clarified.
"Yes, we've never much gotten on but…I would never accuse her of such a thing." Astoria informed him, finally meeting his eye.
"Even though she doesn't like you, and has access to your dorm." Draco said dryly, crossing his arms.
"Draco, please, that isn't helping anything." Astoria sighed, shaking her head.
"And pretending it doesn't matter does? If I was you I would have my revenge." Draco disclosed, leaning in with palms flat against the table.
"And is carrying on with my life happily not revenge enough?" Astoria asked with a shrug.
"You don't look happy." Draco pointed out.
"Can we just, concentrate on potions, please? I don't want to think about it." Astoria admitted, pushing the heavy volume away and sliding a potions text in front of her.
"Um, sure. So you said that it was the brewing that you had difficulty with so I think we should find a place where we can do that," Draco began unsure how to carry on after that.
"We should ask Professor Snape to use the potions classroom." Astoria suggested.
"Yeah, but then he might allow other people to use his classroom at lunch; one studious student is enough thanks. …no offence." Draco added worried that he had made things worse.
"None taken." Astoria smiled sheepishly.
"We could find an empty classroom-" Draco looked up at Astoria. "We could also find one later." Draco finished, collecting his things.
"Huh? What's wrong with right now?" Astoria questioned.
"Just go do whatever you have to." Draco attempted to smile, pushing Reversing jinks, hexes, and various charms back towards her.
Gathering her potions texts to shove them into her bag, Astoria got up and held the book to her chest with a small grin. "Thanks." and with a nod she turned. "Oh, here." Astoria turned back and riffled through her bag. Draco raised a confused brow as he took the parchment Astoria was holding out to him. "I made a list of steps and tips, f-for writing essays; you had said that you weren't very good at writing them."
"Why?" Draco arched a brow.
"Well, I thought they would help you." Astoria explained.
"I mean why would you want to help me?" Draco repeated.
Astoria furrowed her brow as though this was obvious. "Because, you're helping me-"
"I have to tutor you. If I had a choice I wouldn't be." Draco said in a tone that was nothing but serious.
"You don't have to be polite about it though do you; and I'm thankful either way." Astoria grinned.
"You should go- I'm sure you'll want to use all the time you can get." Draco advised, rubbing his arm uncomfortably.
Astoria bit her lip and nodded before turning on her heel and leaving the library.
Draco stood looking after her for a moment before looking down at the list in his hands; it was rather lengthy and pretty detailed as far as he could tell. Folding the parchment in half Draco stuck it in his pocket as he made his way to the door. Just outside the door he could hear two girls giggling and gossiping as girls do, rolling his eyes he made to continue until he recognized the two as Pax and that Quirke girl and stopped just inside the frame to listen in.
"Did you see her face, she's bawling like a five year old!" Orla squealed.
"And you were trying to stop me." Pax laughed.
"Oh don't you dare try and take all of the credit, you know it was my idea, my plan, my knowledge of spells; I spent weeks teaching you how to cast a permanent sticking charm."
"No guts no glory." Pax sang, as she skipped off with her friend, heads huddled together as they continued their gossiping.
Pax did have a point, Draco noted deciding to take the opportunity of the fact that not only did he have a free lunch; but an alibi.
"Of course he keeps the door locked; he's so paranoid." Draco muttered as he finished fiddling with the knob. Not near stupid enough to try Alohamora Draco began fiddling in his pocket. "If there was one plus side to having a girlfriend it would have to be that there was always a bobby pin lying around somewhere." He muttered, pulling out a black bobby pin and using his teeth to bend it into a straight narrow rod.
Dropping down to his knees Draco stuck the pointed end of a quill-the one you write with- along with the mutilated bobby pin into the key hole and began jimmying the lock until he heard the click. With a twist of the knob the door opened which Draco quickly disappeared behind, locking the door again behind him.
Striding over to the desk placed in the far right hand corner, Draco noted the locked drawers; those were most likely to contain the lesson plans. Checking, a little optimistically, for a key in any of the unlocked drawers Draco eyed the quizzes Snape had apparently been preparing to grade.
"Rats tail…it's eye of newt the idio- oh, that's Astoria's." Raising his head to look around the room as though to make sure no one was watching him, Draco took a quill from Professors Snape's desk, inked it, and with a wave of his wand erased Astoria's hastily scrawled "Rat's tail." After examining the slant and the pattern between the cursive and printed letters; for in her haste Astoria connected her letters, Draco wrote eye of newt in the now empty spot. After checking the rest of her test Draco concluded that that had been the sole mistake and continued his search for the lesson plans.
Finding them in the second drawer he had picked the lock for Draco spelled himself a copy and relocked the drawer, stashing the copy in his robes. Making to leave, Draco stopped and returned to the third year test. After a bit of riffling Draco found the test belonging to Orla Quirke and with a mischievous grin began to change her answers.
Draco looked both ways in the corridor before locking the potions classroom door behind him and rushing to the Great hall to make sure he isn't missed. As Draco rounded the corner he walked into girl with blonde hair which curled out at the ends.
"Watch it!" She yelled, turning to give a piece of her mind to whom walked into her but stopping short when she saw who it was. "What are you doing down here. You better not be stealing from Snape, he's actually going to deduct points this time."
"Pax, 50 points." Draco declared, pushing past her to continue on his way.
"What for?" Pax demanded.
"Vandalism!" Pax eyes bulged out of her head, and she stood stalk still as Draco disappeared around the corner.
"Detention. On a Hogsmeade weekend. This is complete BULLSHIT!" Pansy argued, banging her fist into the table. "Where the hell is Draco! I need someone to actually listen while I complain rather than pretend!" Pansy said, giving Daphne an accusing glare.
"How should we know where he is, he is your boyfriend." Tracy pointed out.
"I haven't seen Millie either." Daphne added; Pansy half stood as she scanned the table for either of the two, sitting in a huff when it was certain that both were missing.
"Ughh, Roger what do you want?" Tracy groaned as her older brother took the seat across from her.
"Relax Trace, Owley just mixed the mail again." Roger replied, handing Tracy a bundle which included the latest copy of Witch Weekly; which Daphne quickly relieved her of, and various letters from family.
"How old is that owl now?" Daphne asked as she flipped through the magazine.
"A tad bit older then you I'd say." Roger answered after a moment of thought.
"Explains you're astounding creativity in naming him." Tracy smirked as her brother gave her a playful shove. "We really should get a new delivery owl though."
"And replace Owley!" Roger cried appalled.
"Don't worry; you can keep your pet. I just want my own is all." Tracy shrugged unfolding the letter from her parents.
"Mum doesn't even like the one; dad's still convinced he can use the post office." Roger laughed, Tracy let out a short giggle while Daphne and Pansy looked on in confusion.
"It's how Muggles mail their letters." Tracy supplied. Being a half blood amongst a bunch of pure bloods could be tiring.
Roger stopped to actually look at Tracy friends, rolling his eyes as he watched Daphne devour that magazine, with only a salad in front of her-as usual. Ollie was hidden behind the spine of a book with an ink smear on her cheek completely oblivious to the world around her, and Pansy was fuming over apparently nothing- as there wasn't much going on- and well, it was Pansy, she did have a tendency to over react. One day someone would use that against her.
"Pansy, if you're trying to burn a hole through that plate you might want to try fire rather then sheer will power." Roger suggested. "Button up your shirt at least, you look like a skank."
"Ah, love you too Roger!" Pansy replied, over enthusiastically with a false smile and the cheery tone to match before returning to her sulking.
"What the hell do you think you're doing Malfoy!" Millicent barked, catching him just outside the door to the Great Hall.
"What are you talking about Millie?" Draco inquired, turning to find Millie coming up behind him.
"If Daphne finds out you made her sister cry-" Millie began in a threatening tone.
"I'm not the one who made her cry! I took care of the people who did though." Draco smirked
"Ohh, Draco. Your idea of taking care of things usually involves making them worse." Millie criticized.
"Duly noted." Draco nodded.
"Draco I'm serious." Millicent stated solemnly.
"I am too." Draco insisted.
"Then what were you doing with her? How do you even know her?" Millicent pestered, folding her arms across her chest.
"Snape is having me tutor her." Draco relented.
"Snape chose you to tutor someone. Why the hell would he choose you? I mean, I know you didn't volunteer." Millie said with evident curiosity.
"I had to; because of the thing with Longbottom's cauldron." Draco explained dully.
"I knew he didn't let you off scot free." Millie grinned.
Just then the lunch bell rang and the corridor began to slowly fill with people. Draco dragged Millie into the nearest lavatory.
"You can't let Pansy know about the tutoring sessions, she'll flip!" Draco pleaded.
"I won't, I'm not stupid; she's been really on edge lately, think she's on to you?" Millie reassured him.
"I know she is which is why this stays between you and me got it." Draco clarified.
"Would you relax, who do I have to tell-" Draco gave Millie a pointed look. "Pinky swear."
The two disappeared into the crowds as they headed to class; Myrtle peeked over the lip of the toilet as they left. "Ohhhhhh, Pansy's going to flip when she hears this!"
AN*Well, what do you think? Review please!