When Harry met Wednesday

Chapter 30: Nightshade

Author's Note:

I'm excited for this chapter.

Are you excited?

I'll bet we're excited for different reasons.

Let's find out.

-Grin-

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Chapter 30:

Nightshade

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"I still don't understand why you're so concerned." Wednesday commented, as she proofread her essay for ancient runes.

Draco glanced around the library to make sure nobody was in earshot.

"Because when he figures out that I'm not going to even try to do it, he'll kill us all. Not just you and me, but our families too."

Harry shook his head. "I thought he'd moved on from that. It's kinda sad that he can't handle a simple no."

"You said he gave you until the school year ends, so just wait until then." Wednesday paused.

With an odd look on her usually passive face, she rolled up her essay, and patted her husband's shoulder. "I think it's time, come on."

Draco watched the pair leave the library hand in hand.

Annoyed, he muttered under his breath while packing up his own homework.

"Bloody Voldemort will want to kill us all personally, and they act like it's just another day."

He paused, and sighed as he processed his own words.

"I guess it really is just another day. Bollocks."

Deep in the stacks, Pansy Parkinson held her hand over her mouth in shock.

As her extrasensory spell faded, she headed to the owlery.

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Turning a corner, Draco was annoyed to find his way blocked. "What do you want now Parkinson?"

"We need to talk... privately." Pansy grinned deviously.

"This is as private as I'm willing to be with you."

Draco moved to push past her.

"You can say what you want as I walk, or you can bugger off. I don't care."

Her grin never fading, she moved to walk alongside him.

"I overheard your interesting conversation in the library, and sent a letter to my father. He'll be sure to let interesting people know about your interesting conversation."

Draco froze mid-step, and lowered his voice to a soft growl.

"You have three seconds to get to your point Parkinson. You will not like how I'm willing to respond to threats these days."

"I can send another letter just as easily, talking about how I've convinced you to do whatever it is you're supposed to be doing."

He turned slowly to look her in the eyes, noting that as he did so, she flinched and her grin faltered.

"Are you seriously using this to try and blackmail me into being your boyfriend? You stupid bint. It doesn't matter what you do at this point. If you seriously sent your interesting fucking letter, you have signed my death warrant, full stop."