Dramione Instagram - Eighth Grade

Pansy

@ParkinsonQueen: Drink with me
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@Hermione_g: No, I am swearing off alcohol

@NottTheo: yes please, I am in desperate need for a drink

@SeamusFinnegan: oh please share

@GinnyIsYourQueen: call your boyfriend
@theboywholived: she already did, I have a quidditch minigame

@ParkinsonQueen: I eat boys like you for breakfast
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@theboywholived: literally?
@NottTheo: cannibalism
@GinnyIsYourQueen: maybe that is his thing

@A_Greengrass: I NEED those gloves
@ParkinsonQueen: give me your Toussaint necklaceeeee
@A_Greengrass: i traded it back... I missed my family heirlooms

@A_Pucey: necklace been exchanged Pansy?
@ParkinsonQueen: shut up

Pansy grins, throwing a smirk over at Adrian, who threw his head back while a smile tugged at his lips.
"Fuck off Pucey!" she said, her smirk turning into a grin.
"Just curious Parks!" he called back. Picking up the book from beside him he threw it over to her.

Holding out her arms she winces as it falls into her hands.
"Found it under Draco's bed," he says, grinning at her excitement.
"From the Malfoy Library."
"The one and only,"
"Those books aren't allowed out of Malfoy Manor," she whispers in shock.
"Must be serious,"
"You think he is dying,"
"Impossible, Lucius would probably be trying to clone him with magic to keep the line going,"
Pansy let a laugh tumble from her mouth. Her eyes shining with unshed tears.
"What is it about?"
"No idea, haven't been able to get it to reveal itself, it is just a blank cover,"

She stares down at the book, running her fingers over the black leather.

"You think only certain people can activate it?"
"Like Malfoy blood?"
"No, their partners as well."

He hums under his breath.

"Define partner," he says, a smirk tugging at his lips.
"What do you know?"
"Define partner."
"A person they are involved with,"

He grins smugly, "Perhaps there is one person I could try," he says.
"Who?"
He shakes his head, "I can't tell you that yet."

He stands up and walks over to her, holding out his hand for the book. She places it in his hand slowly, contemplating what she should say.
"Will you tell me if it doesn't work?"
"Draco is one of my closest friends Pansy, I wouldn't break his trust if it meant me dying."

With that he took the book in his hand and walked out of the common room, glancing back at Pansy as he did so.

Strolling through the corridors, he can feel the wind whip around him, despite being inside. The magic flowing through the air.

He slows to a halt as he reaches the library entrance, bracing himself before pushing open the door. With a sigh he stepped inside, the cold enveloping him as he wandered further in.

He winces at the noise of his footsteps, before turning the corner and heading swiftly towards the back corner, where Hermione often stays.

"You are an awfully annoying person, did you know that Granger?" he says as he catches sight of her.

"And you interrupt my peace far more than anyone else, did you know that?" she says in response, glancing up at him before returning to her book, her finger trailing against the edge of the page.

"You read about any side effects?"
"Does he tell you everything?" she snarls, frustrated.

"Yes," he smirks, "he would probably tell Blaise but Blaise would tell everyone so he goes to me."

She sighs, pressing her palms against her eyes, "I read a few, stage 4 can lead to shared physical pain."
"So he will feel that paper-cut?"
She pauses, her eyes flicking down to her finger, a small drop of blood forming on the pad of it.
"I didn't even notice,"
"He is going to think his broom has splinters,"

"He is flying?" she mumbles, leaning back in her chair.

"Yes, why? Another side affect?"
"Maybe, it normally isn't this cold,"
"It isn't cold, it is cooler than the hallways,"
"It is freezing," she says immediately.
He frowns, "Shared experiences?"
"What's next," she scoffs, "shared thoughts?"
"Try it," he says instantly.

She stares at him, her mouth dropping open slightly, "Pardon!"

"Go on, try and talk to him,"
"I am not opening that door,"
"Come on, it might not work,"
"Or it might, I don't need it to!"

"But you want it to,"
She jumps, her hand going to her chest and he frowns confused.

"What the fuck Malfoy," she snarls as he walks around a corner, a small smile on his face.
"What happened?" Adrian says.
"He overheard our conversation," she snarls.
"It works, that would be a Stage 2 side effect."
"So stage one would probably be what? If we were to guess?" Adrian asks.

"Thoughts," both say at the same time, before glaring at eachother.

"I hope you die,"
"Careful Granger, you might hurt my feelings,"
"Oh I wouldn't want to make you mad would I?"
He grins at the mocking tone she used and Adrian slides his chair back quickly, the loud noise shocking them both.

"I am going to let you two have freaky mind conversations by yourself, do try not to make it too obvious,"

"Ugh I hate you," Hermione snarls as Adrian leaves.
"And that feeling will always be mutual," he snarls, but the smile tugging on his lips never faded.