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Chapter 7
Chapter 7
Pansy raised a single eyebrow, leaning inside the entryway to Draco’s room. Blaise was just shaking his head and pointing to the floor where she could clearly see the tips of his dragon hide boots. She jerked her head and the Slytherin took the hint, walking outside while she closed the portrait doorway behind him. She leaned back against the wall, settling her mind.
From what Milli had heard Draco came rushing into the common room with disarrayed clothes and a red face before disappearing into his room. And he’d been here ever since, missing dinner apparently. She fingered Draco’s wand before silently placing it on his chest of drawers,” Draco?”
Voice muffled,” Go way.”
She blinked once before slowly shaking her head. So he was going with that angle. Flicking her wand and mumbling a spell over herself, she squared her shoulders and stalked lightly to the bed, reaching down for a foot and effortlessly dragging him out from under the bed. Magic ruled. She did a quick inventory and sighed to herself. Stuffed dragon tucked securely under left arm? Check. Left thumb in mouth? Check. Fingers curled over nose. Check. All that was...ah, there it was. Right hand tugging at periodic intervals on hair. Check. All classic Draco, age four, when he was scared or upset. She really wished his mother would stop babying him, sometimes.
Plopping down on the floor, smoothing out her skirt and using his childhood nickname,” What’s the matter, Drakie?” He gave her a glare and squeezed his eyes tightly shut. If he started holding his breath she was going to punch him. The last time he’d tried that when he was seven he’d held it so long he passed out,” Drakie, don’t make me go get Potter.”
Yelping and reaching for something to throw at her...since he would never throw his cuddle toy,” Pansy you bitch!”
She smirked and caught his wrists,” If I’m your friend you’d better believe it.”
Scowling at her,” It figures you’d be on his side of things. The Gryffindorks have sucked you in...or rather Weasley sucking on-“
Slapping a hand over his mouth,” Don’t even think of continuing that statement or I’ll never tell you anything ever again.” He rolled his eyes but nodded and she retrieved her hand,” Now, what crawled up your ass and died?”
He looked down for a moment and squeezed Greeny Meany to his chest,” I made an idiot of myself, Pans.”
“ What else is new?”
Gasping at her at the attack before turning away in a snit,” Fine.” He crawled back under the bed and with a groan Pansy slapped the side of her head. Talking to him in this mood had to be done very carefully. A lot like talking to a five year old. A perverted 5 year old but there it was.
Mentally grumbling that he was so getting her cleaning bill, she scooted under the bed after him and moved a bit to her side, getting comfortable. Good thing Draco liked his bed so far off the ground or this might be really uncomfortable,” Draco, what’s wrong with you?”
He peered at her over the dragon’s head,” Father was wrong to call muggleborns mudbloods.”
Pansy blinked twice, eyes owlish. She wouldn’t have been more surprised if the Dark Lord had been resurrected and decided to take up his long lost dream of a professional ballerina. Sure, she and a good bit of the Slytherins had figured that out for themselves but for Draco to finally take a hint...tentatively she reached up to run her fingers along his temple,” What led you to that conclusion?”
“ It’s no different than Weasley insulting me for father being a Death eater.” Pansy tilted her head, thinking about that logic before slowly agreeing to it. Whispering urgently,” What am I going to do, Pans? I’ve completely humiliated myself. I can’t ever show my face again.”
Pansy rolled her eyes. If there were to ever be a drama queen award, her best friend would win it without contest,” Dray, get over yourself...the world does not begin and end with you.” He pouted at her,” Look, you don’t really care what most people think of you anyway so concentrate on the ones you do.” Frowning up at her she sighed and talked slower since his attitude seemed to have effected his intelligence,” Go apologize to Granger.”
Eyes widening,” I already did!”
Holding up a hand, such a male,” A passed note for six years of mudblood? Please. You really think that’s all it’s going to take for her to truly forgive you? She may be a book worm but she is a girl. You’re going to have to grovel. Flowers, absolutely...maybe, no definitely chocolate. And you’ll probably have to publically declare your apology before she’ll really forgive you.”
Draco groaned pitifully and she lightly patted his cheek,” You don’t really think she’ll make me do all that... do you?”
She cocked an eyebrow,” I would.”
Sticking out his lower lip,” This blows.”
Snorting,” Not that you would know.” He glared at her, pout once more in place and resting his chin on his toy. Frowning to herself,” How did you sneak that out of the manor?”
He smirked to himself,” I transfigured him into a book...mother was never the wiser.” He wiggled a little and pouted again,” My bum hurts.”
Which reminded her all over again of Potter’s choice in attitude adjustment. Ordinarily, the threat of Draco’s physical well being would have herself and Millie out for blood but the truth was Draco was much easier to live with lately and certainly more cautious of being his normally harshly-blunt self. For some weird reason spanking seemed to get through to him when several long conversations with her best friend on his opinions couldn’t or wouldn’t. So as long as Potter didn’t abuse it she’d abide it. Giving him a teasing smile,” Want me to kiss it and make it better?”
He blinked once before raising an eyebrow,” You want to kiss my arse?” She froze for a moment before snorting a laugh while he started to snigger.
“ Okay, not what I meant your horniness.” He grinned evilly before reaching out and digging his fingers into her ribs while she jerked and screeched.
“ Bitch.”
“ Slytherin Sex God.”
There was a pause before scrambling feet sounded through the room and a fleeing female form tore into the hallway,” I’m going to get you for that one, Parkinson!”
Pansy raised a single eyebrow, leaning inside the entryway to Draco’s room. Blaise was just shaking his head and pointing to the floor where she could clearly see the tips of his dragon hide boots. She jerked her head and the Slytherin took the hint, walking outside while she closed the portrait doorway behind him. She leaned back against the wall, settling her mind.
From what Milli had heard Draco came rushing into the common room with disarrayed clothes and a red face before disappearing into his room. And he’d been here ever since, missing dinner apparently. She fingered Draco’s wand before silently placing it on his chest of drawers,” Draco?”
Voice muffled,” Go way.”
She blinked once before slowly shaking her head. So he was going with that angle. Flicking her wand and mumbling a spell over herself, she squared her shoulders and stalked lightly to the bed, reaching down for a foot and effortlessly dragging him out from under the bed. Magic ruled. She did a quick inventory and sighed to herself. Stuffed dragon tucked securely under left arm? Check. Left thumb in mouth? Check. Fingers curled over nose. Check. All that was...ah, there it was. Right hand tugging at periodic intervals on hair. Check. All classic Draco, age four, when he was scared or upset. She really wished his mother would stop babying him, sometimes.
Plopping down on the floor, smoothing out her skirt and using his childhood nickname,” What’s the matter, Drakie?” He gave her a glare and squeezed his eyes tightly shut. If he started holding his breath she was going to punch him. The last time he’d tried that when he was seven he’d held it so long he passed out,” Drakie, don’t make me go get Potter.”
Yelping and reaching for something to throw at her...since he would never throw his cuddle toy,” Pansy you bitch!”
She smirked and caught his wrists,” If I’m your friend you’d better believe it.”
Scowling at her,” It figures you’d be on his side of things. The Gryffindorks have sucked you in...or rather Weasley sucking on-“
Slapping a hand over his mouth,” Don’t even think of continuing that statement or I’ll never tell you anything ever again.” He rolled his eyes but nodded and she retrieved her hand,” Now, what crawled up your ass and died?”
He looked down for a moment and squeezed Greeny Meany to his chest,” I made an idiot of myself, Pans.”
“ What else is new?”
Gasping at her at the attack before turning away in a snit,” Fine.” He crawled back under the bed and with a groan Pansy slapped the side of her head. Talking to him in this mood had to be done very carefully. A lot like talking to a five year old. A perverted 5 year old but there it was.
Mentally grumbling that he was so getting her cleaning bill, she scooted under the bed after him and moved a bit to her side, getting comfortable. Good thing Draco liked his bed so far off the ground or this might be really uncomfortable,” Draco, what’s wrong with you?”
He peered at her over the dragon’s head,” Father was wrong to call muggleborns mudbloods.”
Pansy blinked twice, eyes owlish. She wouldn’t have been more surprised if the Dark Lord had been resurrected and decided to take up his long lost dream of a professional ballerina. Sure, she and a good bit of the Slytherins had figured that out for themselves but for Draco to finally take a hint...tentatively she reached up to run her fingers along his temple,” What led you to that conclusion?”
“ It’s no different than Weasley insulting me for father being a Death eater.” Pansy tilted her head, thinking about that logic before slowly agreeing to it. Whispering urgently,” What am I going to do, Pans? I’ve completely humiliated myself. I can’t ever show my face again.”
Pansy rolled her eyes. If there were to ever be a drama queen award, her best friend would win it without contest,” Dray, get over yourself...the world does not begin and end with you.” He pouted at her,” Look, you don’t really care what most people think of you anyway so concentrate on the ones you do.” Frowning up at her she sighed and talked slower since his attitude seemed to have effected his intelligence,” Go apologize to Granger.”
Eyes widening,” I already did!”
Holding up a hand, such a male,” A passed note for six years of mudblood? Please. You really think that’s all it’s going to take for her to truly forgive you? She may be a book worm but she is a girl. You’re going to have to grovel. Flowers, absolutely...maybe, no definitely chocolate. And you’ll probably have to publically declare your apology before she’ll really forgive you.”
Draco groaned pitifully and she lightly patted his cheek,” You don’t really think she’ll make me do all that... do you?”
She cocked an eyebrow,” I would.”
Sticking out his lower lip,” This blows.”
Snorting,” Not that you would know.” He glared at her, pout once more in place and resting his chin on his toy. Frowning to herself,” How did you sneak that out of the manor?”
He smirked to himself,” I transfigured him into a book...mother was never the wiser.” He wiggled a little and pouted again,” My bum hurts.”
Which reminded her all over again of Potter’s choice in attitude adjustment. Ordinarily, the threat of Draco’s physical well being would have herself and Millie out for blood but the truth was Draco was much easier to live with lately and certainly more cautious of being his normally harshly-blunt self. For some weird reason spanking seemed to get through to him when several long conversations with her best friend on his opinions couldn’t or wouldn’t. So as long as Potter didn’t abuse it she’d abide it. Giving him a teasing smile,” Want me to kiss it and make it better?”
He blinked once before raising an eyebrow,” You want to kiss my arse?” She froze for a moment before snorting a laugh while he started to snigger.
“ Okay, not what I meant your horniness.” He grinned evilly before reaching out and digging his fingers into her ribs while she jerked and screeched.
“ Bitch.”
“ Slytherin Sex God.”
There was a pause before scrambling feet sounded through the room and a fleeing female form tore into the hallway,” I’m going to get you for that one, Parkinson!”