It had been a week and a half since Harry had been taken over by the vision and the incident had goaded Draco into action. Draco had plans for his one-time friends that he had not yet set about implementing, but the reminder of his father and Voldemort had pushed him into motion. He had spoken to Harry at length about turning as many of the Slytherins as possible away from their current course straight into the Dark Lord's employ and the Gryffindor was quite willing to help in any way he could.
As it was, the first move was to be Draco's alone, but Harry stood in an alcove in the dungeon corridor under his invisibility cloak as backup just in case. Running up to a Slytherin, telling them the truth and hoping that they would have an attack of conscience was not something that would work, but as Draco pointed out: he had been the Prince of Slytherin for a long time and he played the game better than any of them.
[She's coming and she's alone,] Harry told his soulmate silently as he used his peculiar senses to isolate the magical field that was Pansy Parkinson.
As expected, Pansy was performing her prefect duties and patrolling the dungeon corridors for stray students before she retired to bed. Since Draco was the other prefect from the seventh year she was without company, which was what he had been counting on. The young woman walked around the corner and came to a complete stop when she saw Draco standing in the middle of the corridor.
"Good evening, Pansy," he said politely and Harry marvelled at how relaxed his lover looked and sounded.
"What are you doing here?" the female prefect snapped back and although she held her shoulders straight and looked Draco directly in the eye; it was not difficult to see that she was nervous.
Harry gripped his wand under the cloak and kept his senses extended in case of surprises. Nervous Slytherins were dangerous Slytherins, although he doubted Pansy would try anything on her own.
"I wanted to talk to you," Draco replied straightforwardly, his demeanour still calm and collected.
"I have nothing to say to traitors," Pansy said viciously and went to leave.
"How very Gryffindor of you," Harry's soulmate said casually which froze the young woman in place.
Pansy had half turned away, but at the insult she turned back with a furious look in her eyes.
"How dare you!" she said pointedly.
"Knowledge is power, Pansy," Draco said evenly, "what can you lose by talking to me? Gryffindors turn their back on traitors, Slytherins learn all they can and then they remove the traitor when they have the knowledge they need."
Even though the situation was full of tension Harry couldn't help but smile at the torn expression that graced the young woman's face for a moment. Pansy was out of her league when it came to deviousness and Draco.
"Left your pet with his Mudblood friends?" the female prefect tried to regain ground by throwing an insult, but even Harry knew a diversionary tactic when he heard one.
He knew he would never be a master schemer like his lover, but he could not deny that he was learning.
"I told you last time, Pansy," Draco said without reacting to the dig, "Harry has nothing to do with my reasons for rejecting Voldemort."
"But you abandoned your friends for him," the young woman said hotly.
A jolt of surprise went through Draco as Pansy's reply caught him off guard. It occurred to Harry that his lover had not considered the possibility that any of his housemates might actually miss him.
"I couldn't come back, Pansy," Draco said after a few moments' silence, "both Harry and I would have been trussed up and delivered to Voldemort within a month, but I did not abandon you. They offered to resort me into Gryffindor, but I am a Slytherin and a Slytherin I will stay. The rest of the school is right about one thing, Pansy: there is too much dark influence in our house."
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Gold Tinted Spectacles (Hecatemus Book #1)
Fanfiction(Drarry) Harry Potter is about to enter his seventh year, and things are not quite what he expected. He is no longer the angry boy who watched his world fall apart at the end of his fifth year, but neither has he completely found his place yet. He i...
