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Gone	By : Nightshade Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1886 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: Fili, in this part, is taken from "The Hobbit" by: J.R.R. Tolkien

CHAPTER 4--Letter From Home
Draco rose well before dawn the next morning, aching all over and satiated. He looked around his private Prefect's room with wonder. It was large and spacious and he was doubly glad he'd agreed to the job. He remembered being surprised when he'd received the letter informing him of his new status during the last week of vacation. He'd always assumed that the job would go to his fellow Slytherin, Blaise Zabini. Where both boys were equally confident and good students, Blaise was a bit more fair in his judgment of people--something Draco was severely lacking.
Speaking of Blaise, he couldn't remember seeing the dark haired boy on the train.
Pansy stirred beside him in her sleep, and he glanced at the time on his alarm clock. It was way too early to wake her. Classes weren't for another three hours at least. Easing off the bed so as not to wake her, he grabbed his towel and shampoo, and headed into his private bath.
Half an hour later, the blonde was freshly scrubbed and dressed in his school uniform. It was still early--none of the other students had stirred yet--but sleep had never come easily to Draco, and it was considered a good night if he managed to get five hours.
Glancing again at the time, he went to wake up his girlfriend. "Pansy? Pansy, love, it's time to get up. You've got to get back to your room before your dorm mates wonder where you are." He smirked slightly at the bleary eyed look she gave him as she turned over. "Come on, there's my girl."
"Draco? What time is it?" She muttered drowsily. "I don't think I can get up. You positively wore me out last night, you know."
"Would you have it any other way?" He raised an eyebrow at her.
She immediately giggled. "No, I suppose not. Can I shower here?"
Draco shook his head ruefully. "Not enough time. Then again, everyone knows what we do at night, so I don't think you're in danger of having your good name tarnished anymore."
"Who says my name is good?" Pansy smiled wickedly and stretched. Slipping out of bed, she stood naked before her boyfriend and purred silkily. "Too bad you already showered, you could have, joined me."
He growled at her and swatted her ass playfully. "Get on with it, love. Stop mucking around." As Pansy disappeared into his shower, he busied himself by bundling up his sheets and throwing them in the general direction of the hamper. The house elves would get them later.
Suddenly there came an insistent tapping sound from outside his door. He opened it and peered out, but saw nothing. Then came a tugging at his trouser leg and he looked down to see one of the kitchen elves holding a bit of rolled parchment.
"What do you want?" He snapped. He didn't like elves. They were too twitchy and submissive for his liking.
"Oh, please, sir. Do not be angry with Fili, Master Malfoy, sir! Fili come to deliver you a message only."
"A message from who?"
"From your father, sir."
"How the bleeding hell did YOU get it then?"
"One of your father's house elves apparated this morning in the kitchens, Master Malfoy, sir! Fili was busy baking bread for breakfast and was horribly startled when this other elf appeared right on top of the flour I was kneading and--"
"The point, Fili, because I'm sure there is one somewhere in this nonsensical babble that you're spouting."
"Yes! A message, sir! From your father! Fili promised to deliver it as soon as possible. Don't want to be flogged and tortured like Dobby used to be. No, sir! Yes, Fili likes his skin and--"
Draco sighed and snatched the parchment from the trembling elf's hands. "Out! Just go!"
With a terrified squeal, Fili darted away and Draco slammed the door shut. He really couldn't stand those creatures. Opening the letter warily, he skimmed the contents.
Draco, I trust that all is going as planned at school. I hope that you will keep in mind that our Dark Lord grows steadily more impatient every day. He will not wait forever, Dragon, so use your time wisely. Do whatever you have to do to get Potter's blood. Befriend him, Bewitch him or seduce him. WHATEVER IT TAKES, Dragon. Remember that your fate rests on your accomplishing this task. If you fail again, well I'm sure I don't have to tell you what will happen. Time is of the essence, Dragon. And your time is short. You have until Halloween.
Do NOT disappoint me.
Your father
As soon as he finished reading the letter, it burst into flames and disintegrated. Clenching his jaw, Draco grabbed hold of the nearest object he could get his hands on and threw it at the wall. The unfortunate lamp shattered into a multitude of tiny glass shards. Breathing heavily, Draco tried to calm down. It always came down to Potter. Harry fucking Potter was the reason he was now fearing for his life! As far as he could remember, there had always been a rivalry between them. Always a dangerous game of who was indeed the better man. And now, NOW it was do or die. It was kill or be killed. Him or Harry.
And he would be damned if it was going to be him.
Draco sat down at his desk chair and started to plot. Befriend Potter, eh? He could do that. He was charming enough. He could seduce him too, and that might be more fun. But how to go about either? He couldn't just waltz up to Potter at breakfast and say: "Hey there, Gryffindor! I know we can't stand each other, but do you want to fuck?" Yeah, that would go over well. He'd probably have the Weasel beating the shit out of him for his efforts too. He was still sitting there twenty minutes later, when the door to his bathroom opened and a cloud of steam filtered out. *Jesus, does she HAVE to take such hot showers?*
Pansy took one look at the somber expression on Draco's face and shivered slightly. It was not so much his expression as it was his eyes. They had a lost, almost haunted look about them. He looked so sad and hopeless sitting there.
As if he were already one of the damned.
She opened her mouth to make a joke or something, anything to wipe that look off of his face, but the words died on her lips. All she could do was stand there uncertainly.
He finally looked up at her. "Don't stand there looking as if somebody died, Pansy. It's not becoming."
She sighed with relief. "Well, it's just that you looked so serious. It was almost as if someone had died."
"Not yet." He murmured and stood up abruptly. He failed to notice the alarmed look on her pretty face.
"What do you mean?"
His head jerked towards her sharply. "I'm sorry, I don't follow you."
"I said, "˜It was almost as if someone had died' and you said "˜Not yet'. What did you mean?"
Draco was silent for a moment. He seemed to be struggling with something for a while, but in the next moment he was smiling sunnily at her. "You should go get dressed, love. Everyone will be up soon. You don't want everyone to see you less than your best, right?"
It was the perfect distraction. Draco knew how vain Pansy could be about her appearance. She always had to be well put together at all times. Pansy looked horrified at the thought of anyone seeing her, kissed Draco goodbye and rushed out of his room and towards her own. She didn't relax fully until she was properly made up and in her school uniform and robes. It was the first official day of their seventh year and she had to look perfect.
It wasn't until much later in the day that she remembered that Draco hadn't answered her question.
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"For the last time, Seamus," Dean Thomas almost shouted in his exasperation. "Not now, nor will I ever be your bitch!"
"Don't knock it until you try it, baby." Seamus drawled in his sexy Irish brogue and winked at the cute, black boy gaping at him in disbelief. "You know you want me."
"Agggh!" Dean yelled and threw up his hands. "That's it. I'm going for a walk. Don't wait up for me." With that, he stormed past Harry, Hermione and Neville and through the portrait hole.
There was silence for about a second and then Seamus spoke, "Did he seem upset to you guys?"
"SEAMUS!" Everyone shouted at him, causing the sandy haired boy to jump.
"What?"
"Obviously he's upset. Are you brain dead, mate?" Ron said and moved his chess piece forward. Seamus, however, didn't notice that it was his turn again--his mind was on other things.
"Do you really think I went too far this time?"
"YES!" The answer was unanimous and the Irish boy's face fell.
"It's just that I like him. A lot. What am I goin' to do?"
Hermione's eyes softened. "You can't force Dean to feel the same way you do, sweetie. He might not even be gay."
Seamus was silent for a long moment, the chess game long forgotten. "I better go apologize to him. Excuse me." They all watched as the usually jovial boy left the common room, dejected.
"I feel for him I truly do," Ron grumbled. "But did he have to leave our game unfinished? It was just getting good!"
It was late afternoon and dinner wasn't for another few hours. After classes, the gang had gone back to the common room to relax for a bit or to start on homework. Harry was grooming his Firebolt while Hermione worked on her homework. All in all it had been a pretty peaceful evening until Dean and Seamus' little spat. Suddenly Harry's eyes lit up.
"I could always show you guys my Animagus form."
Ron was immediately alert. So was Neville who had been sitting in a half doze for about an hour. Only Hermione remained unreachable as she continued on her Transfiguration essay. Suddenly she realized that all three boys were staring at her.
"What?!"
"For the love of Merlin, Hermione, could you join the living for just a little bit? Then you can go back to your boring old essay." Ron looked just as exasperated as Dean had been. Harry wondered just when it was that the two potential couples would get together. It was getting ridiculous.
"I'm going to transform, 'Mione." Harry said by way of an explanation. He was pleased to see a gleam of excitement light her brown eyes.
"Oh! Well, why didn't you say so in the first place?"
Ignoring Ron's snort, Harry closed his eyes and concentrated. After a moment, he could feel himself start to change. His muscles tensed, his bones stretched, shrunk and then reformed. He fell down into a crouch, his back arched and his head remained alert. Arms and legs lengthened then shrunk again. Body hair grew longer until it became a shiny black coat over his rippling muscles. Whiskers formed, eyes slanted and ears shifted and became pointed. Hands and feet became massive claws with sharp talons embedded within. It seemed like forever, but in reality it took only a minute or two. Where Harry had once stood, sat a beautiful, black panther with sparkling green eyes. Its sleek form stood proudly in front of the astonished trio, and it seemed as though the huge cat was laughing at the looks on their faces.
"Oh my." Hermione breathed. "Harry, you're gorgeous!"
Ron shot a look at witch, but it went unnoticed. "Amazing, Harry. Bloody amazing. I want to learn how to do this too!"
They all looked over at Neville, but he had fallen in a dead faint.
Within moments, Harry was back in human form and grinning from ear to ear. "Was that cool or what?"
"Wicked cool, mate. You don't suppose you could teach me how to do that, eh?"
Harry smiled at Ron. "I'm sure Dumbledore won't have a problem, but I'll ask him if I can pass on the knowledge I gained from Sirius to you."
Just then, Ginny Weasley, Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil all entered the common room with a bunch of first and second years. They were all chattering excitedly.
"What's up?" Hermione asked her dormmates warily. Lavender and Parvati were gossip queens and nothing good ever came out of their mouths.
"Haven't you guys heard?" Lavender hissed in a hushed voice as Harry and Ron placed Neville, who was still out cold, on the couch. "Blaise Zabini has been reported missing."
"Missing?!" Ron exclaimed. "How the heck did you find that out?"
"We overheard Snape and Headmaster Dumbledore talking by the entrance to Dumbledore's office. They didn't see us. Anyway, that's why we haven't seen Zabini. It's because they can't find him! He hasn't been seen since, well last school year on the train ride home!"
"What could have happened to him?" Hermione asked, alarmed. Zabini might have been a Slytherin, but he was one of the nicer ones. It was scary to think that something might have happened to him over the summer.
"We have no clue," Parvati jumped in, "But there's more. Apparently last year Zabini was up for the Prefect position for his house this year. Well guess who has the position instead?"
"Malfoy." Harry and Ron hissed angrily.
"Exactly." Lavender said and tossed her blonde hair. "Now doesn't that seem a little suspicious to you?"
No one could disagree with her.
TBC....
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