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Chapter 7.
Draco:
I spent Saturday night in Dumbledore's office.
Oh, God. Oh God! I am not a bloody death eater!
"Draco…" Hermione whispered, her wide eyes looking into mine.
"I didn't do it! I didn't plant a fucking cursed necklace! I thought you would believe me!" I yelled, standing up and kicking a chair over.
"I believe you! I was just going to say 'we're going to have to confess.' No need to act like a jerk!" she whispered, wounded. I walked over to her, and stroked her cheek, she pulled away from me.
"Sorry! I'm just pissed that I'm getting sent to Azkaban for something I didn't even do! " I yelled, and threw a wooden serpent at the door.
She walked over to me, and wrapped her arms around me. I put down the wooden badger I had been about to throw, and held her back.
"I think we will."
"Actually I have a plan."
Pansy:
Pansy 'Pugly' Parkinson was not a popular person.
In fact, she was downright hated by almost everyone, so when a sobbing Draco Malfoy approached her that day, she wasn't quite sure what to do.
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry Pansy! I loved you all along!" He cried, thrusting himself into his chest. Pansy awkwardly patted his shoulder, and smiled wickedly. Haha she knew that her blackmailing skills would prevail in the end. She didn't see Draco Malfoy's evil glint in his eye. Neither did she see him with the magical recording device that Hermione had charmed into working on school grounds.
"They all think I did it." Pansy didn't know how to respond other than,
"I know you didn't." which she said, whilst cooing softly.
"How? How do you know?" He asked.
"Because I did it!" She laughed. And Draco stepped back it a look or horror on his face. It had been a long shot, but Hermione was right. And now he thought of it, he wouldn't put it past the cow!
Ron's Diary!
Dear Ernie,
Been a while huh! Well, Lavender has only gone and made me stand up and sing 'our song' with her in front of the whole bloody common room. It was one she wrote herself. It's really bad. Doesn't even rhyme, and Lavender can't even sing!
It goes like this
Ronny boo, oh ronny booI you are the one I adore
Your lovely carrot hair
And misshapen jumper
FreckEEEEEELLLSSSSSSSS!
And you're so gangly and tall
I know you love me too!
See! It's a rubbish song! Rubbish! I mean she screeches freckles, I swear I am the laughing stock of the lads in our dorm.
Even Harry –once he'd finished laughing and gotten up off the floor from laughing so hard – telling them to lay off didn't help this time. In fact, it only made them laugh harder when Lavender walked up into the boy dorm to give me another ugly knitted sweater. He couldn't keep from laughing then either. I swear, she's doing my head in!
On the plus side, everyone's saying Malfoy is a death eater. Bet Hermione will come crawling back to me when she finds out! Harry knows something though; he seems to reckon he saw them! I guess if I just spy on his dreams again... That should be fun.
No! No I promised mummy. And what mummy says goes.
I swear, Lavender and my mother, I'm deep in poop!
Ron,
Hermione:
Draco got back to our agreed meeting place of the room of requirement at about 8 that night.
"Well?" I asked him sombrely, my eyebrows knitted together in concern and agitation. Draco looked into my eyes and grinned.
"She admitted she did it!" he yelled, slapping my palm as I raised it in a high five. I hugged him quickly, before sitting down on of the few tatty looking arm chairs, which had appeared when I walked in.
I didn't know what a secret hideout should look like, but this was what I imagined one would look like. The floor was dark wooden floorboard, with a few thinning rugs dotted here and there, which really gave the room a homely sort of feel. There were three armchairs, each a sort of reddish purple colour, they didn't look like much but were really quite comfy. The walls were bare, except for a clock on the far wall, that had stopped working, at 1.30 one day, long ago. The ceiling was suspended by beams and the room was lit up by a few candles hanging from the ceiling.
"So, Crazytop, you criminal mastermind, what is your cunning, and no doubt brilliant plan?" Draco asked me, and I began to tell him of my musings and ideas from the past few hours, with a written plan as well.
It was nearly 10 at night when we were done, and Draco grinned at me again when I had explained it all in detail to him.
"Marvellous! Minnie! Marvellous!" He beamed angelically at me, and I was filled with the sense of pride I usually get when I am praised on my intellect.
And so we left hand in hand and walked out into the moonlit night.
Pansy:
Sorry,
I wrote on my parchment,
I was wrong, Darling Draco is mine once more. I apologize greatly. It was all a misunderstanding, and it will never happen again.
And the deed is done.
Pansy x
I tied the parchment to a beautiful; fair white owl named Light, and turned towards the door.
"Come in!" I called, and Draco stood in the doorway. His golden hair reflected beams of pure sunlight and his pale skin glowed so purely that it seemed almost unworldly.
And when a single, perfect tear rolled down his cheek it was the tear of an angel, and my heart broke.
Only joking. But yeah, he was so totally HOT!
"Pansy, I need a huge favour." He asked me, and literally, I almost got lost in his eyes. I didn't, though, because like everything, I am awesome with a map!
"Anything." I replied, thinking how perfect we'd be together.
"Well okay… here goes." He began, enthralling me with his beauty and grace.