Harry Potter One-Shots

Seven Minutes in Heaven (Draco Malfoy)

WORD COUNT: 1804 (damn...)

"Y/N! Hey, Y/N!" called Pansy Parkinson from across the Great Hall. She came running into the room like a hurricane with her robes billowing behind her, sprinting full-speed toward where I sat at the Y/H/N table. She could be insufferable, yes, but she had been my closest friend at Hogwarts since the day we sat next to each other on the train to school during first year.

"Pansy stop yelling, you're causing a scene!" I whisper-shouted to her when she collapsed down at the table next to me. It was true; people from all around the room had turned their heads toward my table and were staring at us like we were crazy. Pansy may love her time in the limelight, but I preferred to keep myself in the shadows so I could focus on my schoolwork. All the first-born children in my pureblooded family had been Head Boys or Girls during their time at Hogwarts, and I was not about to let that streak die with me.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it! Do you realize what tonight is?" she asked, excitement weaving in and out of her words. I frowned, wracking my brain to try and think of something significant happening today.

"No, what is it?"

"It's Draco's party!" she squealed, then lowered her voice. "And this year I'm going to bring you!" I rolled my eyes, feeling a rolling wave of dread wash over me. Pansy knew I had had a crush on Draco Malfoy since the beginning of our time at Hogwarts, but he had never paid much attention to me. Somehow, Pansy had managed to get close to him and the two of them had been close for awhile, but our friendships rarely intersected.

"I'm not so sure that's a good idea," I hedged. I had heard about the last one of Malfoy's parties and what went down, and I wasn't sure I was ready for that level of chaos just yet. Plus, we had a Herbology exam on Monday and it was already Saturday afternoon.

"Nuh uh, nope, I'm not letting you do that this time. You're coming with me to the party, and that's final."

"I have nothing to wear," I blurted out as a last defense. Did I have any idea what people wore to Malfoy's infamous parties? No. Did I know that was a tactic that could stop Pansy from bugging me? Absolutely.

"Don't you worry, I have plenty of things I think you would look amazing in. Maybe even good enough to catch a certain someone's eye." She winked at me and grabbed my arm, pulling me up out of my seat to whisk me away to her dormitory to get ready. I knew I had lost the battle, so I just accepted my fate and let her have her way. Maybe I could find some way to sneak out early, or fake sick so I could stay back...

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As the clock chimed eleven, Pansy and I crept up the hallway with our eyes peeled for teachers and prefects patrolling the hallway. I felt rather silly sneaking around the halls of the castle wearing one of Pansy's slinky black dresses and high heels, but (hopefully) no one was going to see us until the party, where I fully intended to find a secluded corner and camp out for the night.

We reached a fancy-looking door on the seventh floor, down the left corridor, in front of a tapestry of a rather goofy-looking wizard trying to teach ballet to a group of trolls. Pansy knocked twice, tapped her finger on the door, then knocked three more times. Nothing happened. I began to get nervous that a teacher was coming, but then the door creaked open and Goyle's face appeared.

"Evening Goyle," Pansy snapped, pushing the door open and barging inside. I followed quickly, with my head down. The stupefied look on Goyle's ugly face made me laugh; Pansy hated him and his friend Crabbe with a passion, and I had heard many a tale of their idiocracy from her throughout the years.

Inside the room was decorated with dark green velvet tapestries and silver wall hangings, and the entire room looked like it had been made specifically for the event. There were several students present, most of whom I recognized as Slytherins but didn't know their names. And, of course, there was Malfoy, dressed head to toe in black. The darkness of the room and his attire seemed to bring out his pale skin and fair hair. He smiled at Pansy as she walked in and approached her to chat. No acknowledgement to me, I noticed. Exactly what I had expected.