Lucius Malfoy's Revenge (Book 1)

Pansy's Revenge

Chapter 8: Pansy’s revenge

This morning Harry woke up quite differently than he had in the Room of Requirement.

“Harry, wake the bloody hell up!” Ron said while shaking him.

 Harry groaned, picking his glasses up of the nightstand and putting them on his face. He looked down to see Draco had been woken up by Ron’s voice. He blonde scowled and looked at the ginger, “Why did you wake us up, Weasel?”

“No name calling.” Harry whispered.

“Fine,” The Slytherin rolled his eyes, “Anyways, what do you want Weasley?”

“Well, Hermione told me to wake Harry up; she didn’t want him to miss breakfast. And it just so happens that you also woke up, too.” Ron grinned and left.

“Okay, Draco, we better get up.” The two stood up and got dressed. Harry pulled on a pair on Black, muggle, skinny jeans he had bought in Hogsmeade, with a thin, white, tee-shirt. Draco had to borrow a pair of clothes, since all he had with him were his school robes. Harry gave him a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and a black v-neck (also bought in Hogsmeade.) Once they had been dressed, they left for the great hall, where the split to their house tables.

Draco sat down across from Blaise and Pansy and in between Crabbe and Goyle.

“With Potter again, Draco?” Blaise asked with a mischievous smirk on his face.

“Yes, I was, if you must know,” He grinned and looked at Pansy, “Why are you so happy, you filth? Able to get over me that fast, are you?”

Pansy’s smile widened, “I can’t help who you like and don’t like. I can’t change who you are.”

 Draco sneered, “Damn right you can’t,” he turned back to Blaise, “Look, Finnegan’s coming over here.”

Blaise blushed and turned to see the Irish boy coming his way, “Hey, Zabini.” The Gryffindor said,”I heard that you have a thing for a certain Gryffindor. Is that true?”

Blaise’s blush deepened, “Depends what his answer is.”

“His answer is…” he paused, “Yes.”

Blaise smiled and looked at Draco, “I’ll be going now,” he said, grabbing Seamus by the hand and dragging him to follow.

Just as he left, the owl post had arrived. Draco wasn’t expecting any mail, and was very surprised to see a large, dirty, owl fly to him and drop an equally dirty letter on his lap. The bird flew out just as fast as it had flown in.

Draco picked up the letter that had landed on his plate, opened the crumpled envelope, and unfolded the parchment, to read-

Draco,

  I have recently been told by anonymous sources that you are in an affair with Harry Potter. You have brought shame to your family and the Malfoy name itself. It is bad enough that you, a Malfoy, would betray me, but worse to betray the Dark Lord.