Dont tell me its him (A Draco Malfoy Love Story)

Ch. 8

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Draco's POV:

I felt a weight crash down in my arms. Alison was safe. I could finally breath. Dumbledore rushed down the halls an winked at me. How did he know? Granger and Weasley were on top of each other. Ron got up and picked a wedgie from his butt and Hermionie was covered in dust. "Bitch!" Ron yelled at Hermionie.

As they started to fight, I looked at Alison. Her hair was wispy and blown. She had no makeup on, but she was 10x more beautiful then Pansy. Then I realized Alison was staring at my abs. What? I mean I work out, but not THAT much. I realized Alison would want to be let down soon, but I didn't want to leave her. I mean, after that scare, I wouldn't leave anybody alone.

Before I knew what I was doing, I was whispering in Alison's ear. "Wanna get out of here?" I asked her. She looked up at me, and it was like she had a glint of gold in her green eyes. "Yes" she whispered back. I gently let her down and we ran out of here.

But when she wasn't looking, I spun around and kicked Ron. "That's what you get for injuring Alison" I said menacingly.

As we run down the halls, I realize it could be awkward between Alison and I. We have nothing in common, except a mutual hate for eachother. But then I realized how I could make this fun while still assuming we hate eachother.

We stopped for a breath. "I have to go." I said. It looked like Alison frowned. "Well I have to get my trunk anyway." There was an awkward scilence before Alison turned upstairs. Now to make this fun.

I grabbed a peice of paper and wrote to Goyle and Zabini. Meet me in the T-room at midnight. Bring the others. Time to have some fun. 

I then took the note and fixed it into a paper airplane. I told it to fly to the members of the T. The T were a secret underground oragnization of guys who basically caputre unsuspecting girls roaming around the halls and have some fun. Of course, we wipe their memories the next day, so we don't get caught.

It was time to make Alison our next victim. But then I felt kind of bad. What? i don't feel bad because of some girl. Whatever.

Alison's POV:

While I was (carefully) lugging my trunk down the stairs I saw a note flying twoards my head. If this was another note about staircases I was following directions.

But instead it was a peice of paper with a M stamped into the right hand corner. Probably for Magic. I opened it. It said Come to the Great Hall at midnight. - T 

Who was T? And why did they want me? It sounded interesting, so I was obviously going to see what was up. But I was going to be careful.

I was so tired of dragging my luggage downstairs that I just used magic to lift it downstairs. When we got to the bottom, I saw Harry standing in front of the Slytherin common room.

He was scared, and so was I. Who could blame him? I was terrified to go in. I stood besides him. "You ready?" he said. I jumped, not realizing that he acknowledged that I was here.

"No" I said. He smiled. "Me neither." It was finally the Slytherin that pushed us out of the way that snapped Harry and I out of the trance we were in.

I lugged my trunk inside and everyone stopped what they were doing. Most smirked. Some whispered. 

I just ignored them and headed to my new cell. Room 124. Harry went up a different direction. I then realized that my golden tints on the end of my robs were now a sickly green. Great. I heard shriking from one of the dorms. I then realized it was mine. 

Pansy. Pansy is my roommate. No. She's a bitch! Legit, even a female dog has more respect! I heard she lost her virginity to Malfoy in the 4th year! I still slept with my teddy bear Snuggles in 4th year! It was ridiculous.

She was shrieking because she had just spilled Ink on her blouse. She turned around and glared at me. "You did this!" she shouted. I lifted my eyebrow at her and walked across the rom to the empty bed. That's how much of a drama Queen Pansy is.

"Can I change rooms?" I asked. I already hated it here and it had been 5 minutes. 

She rolled her eyes and turned to face me. "It we're going to be roommates, then we need some ground rules." I nodded. "Agreed." She turned around and motioned to the bigger side of the room. "This is mine, and that corner is yours!" She smirked and skipped out of the room. I looked at my corner.

Mold was  growing on the walls. There was a old wooden desk and a squeaky bed covered with dust. I'm guessing not many people enjoyed the company of Parkinson over here. 

I sighed and sat my trunk down. Tomorrow I would ask dumbledore for a room change. This had to be a mistake.

Ron's POV (a/n weird, right?):

Hufflepuff. I'm a Hufflepuff. Yellow and cheery and badger-y and preppy. This HAS to be a mistake. When Fred and George found out they started laughing at me and turned my hair yellow. And to make it wore I'm here with Hermionie! She's been acting really weird latley. It must just be that "time of month".

I lug my suitcases up the stairs and Find my roomate. A boy with blonde hair sat at a desk writing. When he saw me he stood up and smiled. "Ah" he said, you must be my new roommate. I'm Charlie, Charlie Clearglass." Charlie held out his hand and I shook it. "Ron Weasley."

Charlie directed me over to a vacant bed and started to study something. "What are you doing?" I asked. He looked up at me. "I'm studying for N.E.W.T.S. I looked up at him, then smiled. "Are you single? Because I may have the perfect girl for you."

He looked at me quizzically. "I don't have time for girls, Ron. Now if you don't mind, i'll be in my corner checking my notes over again.

I sighed. This was not going to be fun.