Chapter 13

Leaving The Poor Damsel Gasping.

(A.N. I just realized this whole story has taken place in only two days so I'm jumping to the next day even though he hasn't gone to all of his classes. Also I want to say yay for reaching over 6,000 readers. I don't know if that's good but I'm proud of myself so thank you all for reading it!)

The next day Malfoy was sauntering through the hall of Hogwarts on his way to the great hall for breakfast. This would be the first place that his plan would take action. It would be simple enough. All he would have to do was find the biggest gossiper sitting at the Slytherin table and slip them a juicy tid bit that would spread throughout the school faster than the speed of sound would take it.

As he made his entrance he did notice at least half the schools eyes briefly rested on him, but that wasn't a new thing. In fact it was normal, being the head honcho and what not. He was most known for his cruelty and jokes but that didn't matter now. He knew that by now the whole school had heard about his kiss with Hermione. This played into his plan perfectly. He scanned the Slytherin table and found what he was looking for.

A fifth year named Doris Cembly was sitting there next to some other Slytherin girl whispering in her ear, the girl listening's face turning pink in surprise and delight. No doubt some humorous gossip was being told. Perfect he told himself and sauntered over to the empty seat next to Doris. When he sat down Doris turned to greet him obviously expecting someone else and when she saw his face her eyes widened.

"Well, well. If it isn't the infamous Draco Malfoy, and I do mean IN-famous" she said with a knowing smirk. Malfoy allowed his own smirk to show and saw her own confidence waver.

"Careful, wouldn't want to offend now would you. Not when I'm prepared to give you some insider information."

She blinked at him innocently.

"What ever do I care if you have some important information. Who says I want to hear it?"

"Oh Cembly, everyone knows you're the queen of gossip here at Hogwarts. Don't pretend you're not privy to it. You'd only be wasting my time, and my time, as I'm sure you know is precious."

She nodded and looked around to see if anyone was listening to their conversation. She was all business now.

"Right then, go on."

Malfoy laughed at her sudden eagerness.

"Very well. I'm sure you heard about that dastardly kiss"

She simply nodded.

"Well your job is to tell people the story of it."

She smiled like a villain.

"And pray tell what is the story behind the curious kiss?"

Malfoy flinched at her words, though he didn't know why and leaned closer to her, his lips brushing against her ear. He began to tell her the story he had put together the night before. It was brilliant and he was getting prouder with each of his words. Yes his plan was going well, and so far he was leaving the poor damsel gasping.