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Chapter Nine:

"Is the deed done?" Snape stared down at Malfoy. Snape had been teaching at Hogwarts when  it happened. He hadn't been there to witness the success of the Dark Lord. He hadn't been there to see the Dark Lord finally murder Harry Potter. But he could see the young boy in front of him had a new gleam in his eyes. He could tell that Draco Malfoy suddenly had one less moral to follow.

Malfoy smiled and nodded proudly. It was about time that he took more pride in serving the Dark Lord. "Of course it's done." Malfoy smirked up at Snape. "Did you think I couldn't do it?"

"No," Snape said, sounding a bit too agitated. "I just didn't think you would succeed in kidnapping Mr. Potter."

"Well I did."

"I know that now."

"Does that fact surprise you?" Malfoy said, putting his hands on his hips. He could tell Snape was getting more and more annoyed by the second. The guy hated dealing with children. And more than that he hated seeing them do better than him.

"Yes." Snape decided to be blunt to Lucius's son. Clearly someone was helping inflate the boy's ego. Little did Malfoy know that the Dark Lord couldn't care less about him. "In fact I thought the Dark Lord would kill you along with you little lover." Now it was Snape's turn to smirk down at Draco. "I heard about how you were clinging onto him when he died."

Malfoy huffed, resisting the urge to stomp his foot against the ground, unless he wanted to seem like even more of a child. "I'm over it now." Malfoy muttered, letting his hair fall in his face, hiding his eyes from Snape.

"I heard you were mourning all day in the Forbidden Forest." Snape sneered at him.

"I was digging a grave." Malfoy protested. "Do you know the dirt is nearly frozen this time of year?"

Snape raised an eyebrow. "And you couldn't use magic to dig it?"

"I didn't know the spells." Malfoy muttered, embarrassed at having now thought of that. But then again he'd never been particularly good at any sort of housekeeping spells. "Plus, using magic wouldn't have allowed me to skip class."

"You do realize that people will be more suspicious of you now, don't you?"

"Yes." Malfoy stood up taller. "I do."

"And you do realize that you and your family will have to play along with the rumours Pansy Parkinson spread?"

"I do realize that."

"Do you also realized that no one in your family has died?"

Malfoy tried to show a bit more self confidence. "Trust me." He told Snape. "I've got everything under control."

Snape rolled his eyes at the boy and began to walk away. It was about time he got to grading a few of the students essays. He sighed, looking back at Malfoy. He had a feeling as though the kid had no idea what was doing. And Snape would have to help him cover up his tracks.

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Pansy was tired of being rejected. She was tired of being the annoying one. And she was most certainly tired of being thrown away, as though she was some piece of trash. She stared across the Slytherin table at Draco Malfoy. She wanted to ask him out so badly, but she knew he probably thought of her as the annoying bitch. It was what everyone thought of her as. She sighed, knowing that she'd never have the guts to do it. Knowing that she wouldn't be able to stand the rejection again.

Pansy took in a deep breath. It was now or never that she asked out Malfoy. Although she didn't want to do it in front of everyone, she was planning on asking him if they could talk in private. She reviewed what she was going to say in her head a few times before walking over and tapping him lightly on the shoulder. Malfoy turned around to face her.