Summary: Snakes are cold. The snakes are poisonous. Snakes are cunning. But a snake never turns its back on another snake in distress. Because Slytherins also know the meaning of the word "partnership."
--- Draco dropped to one of the overstuffed chairs in the Slytherin common room, while the flames of the fire crackled almost hypnotic way. It was eleven o'clock, and Hogwarts was holding all the endless classes and am praying that elapse faster.
He did not, of course. I had no desire to hold on to Binns, so he had told Blaise that was not good. Although, truth be told, it was not entirely a lie. He glanced suspiciously to right and left, checking that there was any Ringer out there, and carefully rolled up his shirt, exposing her left forearm.
carefully examined the skull resting on your skin now. Took days aching in an exaggerated manner. His father had assured him it was normal, considering that he had tattooed the Dark Mark barely a month ago. It was logical that ache, but still ...
With the index finger ran the chilling image, suppressing a wince. Would have to get used to living with her if she wanted to carry out the mission that his Lord had commanded him.
a chill down his spine at the thought of Dumbledore, but forced herself to remain calm. Had a whole year ahead to carry it out (just had in October), and get nervous would only make things worse.
Dark Mark looked a few seconds, wondering how many of his peers would take an equal in his forearm. You may be left with the doubt although he suspected that possibly was not the only Death Eater at Hogwarts. Ooooooooooooooo
Pansy parted lips, dam of surprise. He swallowed heavily, sure not well understood. Or, rather, looking not well understood.
She reread the letter from his parents eagerly. His eyes moved quickly over the lines and, as the reading progressed, his countenance was becoming darker and white. Some owls flying over the place, howling happily on the head of Slytherin. When finished reading, looked up and noticed an indefinite point in the Owlery, without seeing anything really.
-No ... "Was all he got murmur, while a slight tremor shook his entire body. Ooooooooooooooo
Draco gave a little gasp when she noticed that someone entered the Common Room He quickly lowered his sleeve and stuck his head out the back of the chair. Could not help feeling relieved that it was Pansy had just entered.
-Campanera "he said when he saw that he was not in class.
"Look who's talking," she said with a sorrowful smile.
One detail not lost on Draco, who blinked a few times.
- What is it? He asked bluntly.
The Slytherin looked at him indecipherable and unconsciously turned his eyes to the boy's forearm, covered by the shirt. Malfoy also looked to his left arm, confused.
- What? He asked to not notice anything unusual in it.
"Nothing ... Pansy whispered before disappearing down the stairs leading to the girls dormitory. Ooooooooooooooo
The morning passed quickly than they might have believed. Although perhaps was due to the fact that he was not in class. So he was surprised to see her in the Common Room a small group of Slytherins, including Blaise Zabini, who gave him a grin nothing on sight.
- You were not wrong? He asked in a sly.
"And I am," said Draco, returning the smile. Can not you see I have a face?
Ely approached Blaise sat on the armrest.
"Yes, of course. Spectrum seem to have given him a beating. Although I do not know if that has something to do with your alleged illness.
"Do not get funny with me, Zabini," he said Malfoy, showing a average characteristics of their smiles.
"Okay, okay," Blaise said, raising both hands in surrender. After all, there are the one who has been campaigning. Have you seen Pansy? She asked, casting a quick glance at the room. I thought I would be here.
"Yes, it is in the bedrooms," said Malfoy.
- In the bedroom? How strange that is not above you. Or you on top of it, "he added mischievously.
"You're winning the ... Re-told the boy. Although he could not avoid admitting that Blaise had something right. It was rare that Pansy had not been with him, when his greatest aspiration in life was to hoard as much as possible.
"Women", thought the blonde casually. Ooooooooooooooo
The night fell upon Hogwarts, staining the walls of the castle of a most gloomy black, and flooding of darkness inside.
The Slytherin common room was packed with students who were trying by all means take their jobs a day. Among them, Draco Malfoy was engaged in a newsroom to Flitwick. Finally, sticking with the doll so much writing, rose from the couch where he leveraged and stretched lazily. Cast a quick glance at the students who were there and then determined the presence of Pansy in a corner of the room, writing something on a scroll. Was surprised that he was not surrounded by usual clique of girls, but still came to her. The girl was so engrossed in whatever he was writing that he realized that Malfoy was behind it.
not until he leaned over and put his lips to her ear, Pansy.
- How about if we slipped a bit and do something more fun? "She whispered sensually in his ear.
The girl did not even look up from the parchment.
"I'm tired, Draco. Sorry, "said she said quietly.
The blond did not conceal his surprise and parted lips, but no words came out
them. Pansy had never rejected an invitation from the blond, much less had spurned his company. Okay, it was clear that something was wrong.
Almost without thinking, grabbed her by the shoulders and forced her to face him.
-Hey, what the hell is wrong with you!? Exclaimed abruptly. The delicacy and subtlety were not his forte.
Still, it was expected a reaction from her. Pansy fixed his dark gray eyes on him, and almost unavoidably, began to mourn. Just a few silent tears were rolling down her cheeks, but they were enough for Draco did not know what to do. He thought
whisper some quick apology, but before he could do or say anything, Parkinson got up quickly and ran toward the stairs to the girls dormitory, leaving the blonde with mouth open. Some Slytherins turned curious to see what happened. Malfoy laughed
maldicióny ran after her. Nobody left the word in the mouth, let alone a woman. To his relief, found her sitting at the foot of the stairs, his head buried between his knees. His determination came down to see her in that state. He breathed deeply, trying to calm down, and knelt beside her. With one hand he gently lifted her face.
- What? Is it something I said? Asked as gently as he could.
She gave a little sob and tried to say something, but the tears would not let her continue. Draco cocked his head and saw that some meddlesome drew his head to try to hear something, so he grabbed Pansy's hand and pulled him up.
"Come, come to my room," he said.
The girl said nothing and followed the blonde without a word. Once inside the boy's bedroom, Pansy was dropped on the bed Blonde and stifled a sob again. Draco sat down beside her and reformulated the same question.
- What is it, Pansy?
By this time had already realized it had to be something serious for her to react that way. He waited for the girl to calm down a bit and was able to continue without pushing.
"My parents ... The girl whispered after a while. He looked for a moment Draco's left arm-they want me to become a Death Eater. They want me to tattoo the Dark Mark.
That said, a few more tears fell from his eyes. Draco blinked a couple of times without really understand why she was reacting to this news. After all, he was also a Death Eater, and was not the end of the world.
- And what is the problem? He asked nearly so harsh. She came to mourn and then the boy began to tie knots. Is it that ... Do not want to be one of us?
The Slytherin did not respond. He just stare at the floor.
Pansy, answer me. "I grabbed chin and forced her to look into his eyes. Do not you want to join our cause?
- I do not know, Draco, I do not know! She cried, suddenly getting up and starting to walk around the room.
He also sat up quickly.
Pansy, your parents are Death Eaters. Your grandparents were mortíafgos. Your whole family is Death Eater. Why doubts now?
- I have fear! Cried she lost what little composure he still retained. Do not want to spend a lifetime killing muggles! Do not want to head down to the fear of serving at-that-Must-Not-Be-Named! I do not tremble at night thinking about what I do if I fail in one of my missions! I do not have nightmares every night! I do not want to become my life hell!
Pansy, what ...
mourn "I've seen my parents for fear that He will punish them," he said, almost bitterly. I've seen them tremble from head to toe in her presence. I've seen them go sleepless nights, fearing the next meeting with their Lord ... I do not want. It is not what I want for myself ... Pansy
slid to the ground and hid his face in his hands.
Draco had no reply to that. Since childhood he had always been very clear who owed loyalty and this was the first time he was in such a thing. Had not been raised even before anyone could doubt the idea of becoming a Death Eater. And much less someone whose family has been Death Eater since time immemorial. He blindly believed in the cause of his Lord. And I was convinced that all who lived Hogwarts Slytherins were also fighting for the same reason. That's why he was so happy to be part of that house. It felt good to be king of serpents.
Parkinson But seeing crying on the floor knew that not all Slytherins thought alike, and for a moment, she felt disappointed. He did not think Pansy would never precisely one of those who hesitate before that. Nor ever believed that was able to mourn so bitterly ... Tears were
sliding down the face of Slytherin, that he was unable to do or say anything else.
Just then, Draco knew that Pansy will never be part of their cause. Although some days were to show a skull on his forearm, Pansy Parkinson never feel Death Eater. A true Death Eater ever dudaríaa time to build his arm badly.
But the tears that she shed at that time she showed did not wish for the world to join the ranks of the Dark Lord. It was not what the gnawing doubts. It was the conviction of not wanting to do something that you missed. Parkinson
girl had always been a free and independent. "I do what I want when I want it." Always had been. And the moment in which she, holding out his arm to the Darkness, put an end to everything. Become a puppet of his Lord. I would cut those beautiful wings that had always looked upon his back.
He did not care to serve-not-must-be-named, since it shared the belief of his Lord. Served it for fun, like the other Death Eaters. But what was left to people like Pansy? What could those who were forced to join a cause that did not share?
Draco sighed with resignation, approached the girl and put a hand on his shoulder, knowing he could not do anything more for it that such a simple gesture. Would provide support until the time came, and be there to offer his shoulder if needed.
could not do anything else. Ooooooooooooooo
-Eat something, Pansy, Blaise urged her, bringing you a spoon full of mashed their mouths.
The girl turned away abruptly, causing the dark snorted in disgust. Draco watched the scene without saying anything. Parkinson had not eaten since last night and, apparently, that morning he had no intention to do so. Malfoy shook his head, feeling something like pity for his companion. But what could he do to help? "Let
be late to class," said Draco, standing up and taking the hand of Pansy. Ooooooooooooooo
A slight knock on the office door forced the director to head up the scrolls that had scattered on the table. "Come
A tall man with straight brown hair slipping from her shoulders, entered in Dumbledore's office. His dark eyes contrasted with the pallor of his face.
"Oh, Mr. Parkinson, the director said politely holding out a hand that shook the man. What should I visit?
"Well, Dumbledore said, sitting in one of the chairs in front of the table. It's about my daughter. Need to grant him permission to miss class a few days.
Duumbledore scrutinized the man with blue eyes, without altering the expression on his face.
- I can know the reason?
"Oh, sorry Dumbledore. They are family affairs. "I understand
said slowly. For a moment, her eyes shone with something akin to grief, but soon recovered his usual expression of kindness. But I fear that Miss Parkinson is now in class and do not think it appropriate to interrupt. Would you mind waiting for dinner to talk to her?
"Absolutely.
"Well," said Dumbledore with a smile. Ooooooooooooooo
evening classes passed as normal, except that Pansy looked like a lost soul.
- Hey, Pansy, glad that face! "Zabini said patting her back amicably. I did not know exactly the reasons for the sadness of her friend, but still, had spent part of the day trying in vain to cheer her up. Draco, meanwhile, was feeling worse every second that passed nearby. Desesperacióny could sense the despair that invaded. And, apparently, those feelings was infectious.
The three boys went to the Great Hall with the intention of making something to eat, but had to open his mouth to force. Most students were already there, sitting, waiting for the elves serve dinner.
They sat on the end of the Slytherin table, one on each side of Pansy.
"You'll notice that you are eating, if I have to force you," said Blaise with determination, as he frowned.
The girl was to replicate something, but someone put a hand on his shoulder, calling his attention.
The beating heart seemed to leave to see her father after her. For a moment, he felt unable to breathe and an irrational terror attack.
"Wow, my daughter, how effusive. Are not you greet me? He asked his father with a grin.
Pansy did not move the site.
- What are you doing here? He asked, but knew the answer.
the Great Hall students screamed so hard he could barely feel his voice. Draco snapped language and for the first time, he felt frustrated at not being able to do anything for her.
"You know what I'm doing here," said the man with a twinkle in his eye malicious. Did not receive the letter we sent you? Blaise
Pansy looked all Mr. Parkinson and over again, like a tennis match it were, not understanding why the atmosphere between them was so thin.
"No," the girl said simply.
- Did not you get the letter? He surprised his father.
"It's not that. I say no, "he said an almost inaudible whisper. His voice broke at the last moment, but not enough that her father would not hear.
- What did you say? The man inquired abruptly. Draco looked up and killed him with his eyes.
-I do not want. Please ... "Pleaded the girl, which had flooded her eyes with tears. Blaise now looked at Mr. Parkinson to scowl. Draco felt the anger running through his veins. He had discovered she could not stand hiciese anyone mourn a Pansy.
You do not know what you're saying, "said the man harshly, not caring that her daughter was begging. Some students of Slytherin began to notice that father and daughter seemed to be arguing.
"Dad, do not want. Please do not make me ... "Repeated the girl, while a tear furrowed his cheek.
He grimaced in disgust and Draco was tempted to break his face with his fist, but stopped.
"It is time for trifles," said Pansy almost impassive way. Come, come with me.
- No! Pansy shrieked, drawing high media attention. Unconsciously, he sought the hand of Draco, who shook it vigorously.
"You're killing my patience, child," said Mr. Prakinson. I said I come!
And with that, grabbed her by the arm without any subtlety and forced to rise.
- Dad, I want! He exclaimed with all his might, not caring that everyone was watching. It seemed a cry for help in the making. That
and was the straw that broke the camel. Draco stood up violently and pushed Mr. Parkinson with all his might, knocking him to the ground. Some students released little exclamations of surprise. At the staff table, McGonagall started to rise, but Albus put his arm in front, preventing it from moving, while his eyes watched the scene without doing anything.
- Albus! Exclaimed the teacher.
"Wait, Minerva. Do not rush.
Mr. Parkinson stood up and glared at Draco with her eyes.
- What do you think you're doing? , Then determined the boy's gray eyes. You son of Lucius, right? -That seemed to infuriate him further. "What the fuck you think you're doing? Bellowed with all his might.
"I think you should let she who was tending his arm. Willingly, sir, and not by force, "he said calmly.
Some Slytherins got the meaning of the words "tending his arm" and exchanged significant glances. The Slytherin, meanwhile, hid behind the back of the blond, he had no intention of letting this man take her by force. Would not allow him to life Pansy jodiese that way. She was entitled to decide for themselves.
But apparently, the man did not feel the same way, then drew his wand and pointed it at Draco's chest. We heard some screaming horror.
- Do you think a brat like you going to stop me from taking my daughter? "Said the man so sly.
"A brat maybe not. But two, maybe, "said a voice behind him. Blaise
just get up and pointed to Mr. Parkinson with his own wand, while the jaws clenched tightly. When he wanted to realize, Millicent Bulstrode and Theodore Nott had also been raised and pointed to Mr. Parkinson with the wand.
The man seemed to feel a little misplaced with all that, because for a moment she looked down a little arm. But that did not end there. Been rising gradually over Slytherin students, wand in hand, and pointing with her man. Crabbe, Goyle, Malcolm Baddock, Graham Pritchard, Daphne Greengrass, Montague, Graham Pritchard, Adrian Pucey, Urquhart, Cassius Warrington, Terence Higgs, Bole, Derrick Harper, Vaisey ... Each and every one of them were standing up and standing around Pansy, so it was right in the middle, surrounded by his fellow Slytherins.
The Great Hall was now wrapped in silence. All looked on without even daring to whisper.
Mr. Parkinson, meanwhile, opened his mouth but said nothing. All his confidence and determination seemed to collapse. Slyherins looked at all, without understanding why they acted that way. Draco smiled arrogantly side.
Slytherin And yet, do you think you can? The boy inquired mockingly. Mr. Parkinson
clenched his fists and pointing back to Draco's chest. There was a flurry of sticks and a sudden, everything Slytherin was pointing to the man's head. Only heard the faint sobs of Pansy, who was still backed by all his colleagues.
"I think it's time to intervene, Minerva," said Dumbledore, with one of his usual smile.
The director walked slowly to the Slytherin table and stood before Mr. Parkinson. The man seemed relieved by the presence of man.
- By God, Albus! Do something! Cried the man, in despair, pointing the finger Slytherins.
"Of course I'll do something," Dumbledore nodded solemnly. I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to leave, sir.
director's words were received by another silence.
- How? Asked the man, sure not well understood. What is he saying, Dumbledore? Are not you going to do anything with them? Said Mr Parkinson, pointing again to the crowd of students dressed green.
"Oh, yes, of course, turned to the boys. I think it best for today to withdraw its Common Room All-stated at the last moment, looking at Pansy with her eyes.
did not have to repeat it twice. Gradually, all Slytherins were leaving the Great Hall in triumph. Pansy was the last to do so. She gave him a look full of meaning to his father. "Come
Blaise urged her, grabbing her by the arm, while Draco shook his hand vigorously.
And the three walked away, accompanied by the screams of Mr. Parkinson's background. Ooooooooooooooo
- Have you seen the face you wearing?! "Said Blaise, whose cry was greeted by loud laughter from his teammates.
The Slytherin common room breathed a peculiar atmosphere of triumph. No one had done Pansy questions about what happened with his father, something that she greatly appreciated. Although, truth be told, most of them had sospechas al respecto, gracias a las palabras tan significativas que Draco había pronunciado durante la discusión.
-¡Eh, Pansy, anímate, mujer! –dijo Millicent mientras le palmeaba la espalda a la muchacha, que permanecía sentada en uno de los sillones de la Sala Común sin participar en el festejo-. Por hoy te has librado –bromeó ella.
-Sí. Por hoy –admitió ella con pesar-. ¿Pero qué pasará mañana? ¿Y pasado? ¿O la semana que viene?
The festive atmosphere seemed to fade a little and heard a few clicks of the tongue. "Well
ride the same stunt many times as you need," said Nott almost without thinking, and some Slytherins nodded in acquiescence. If you do not want ... How was it? ... -Seemed to be looking for the right words. Ah, yes! If you do not want to "move your arm", then do not shop. No one can force you to do something that you want.
And with that, he approached her and put a hand over his shoulder as a sign of support. At that moment, Pansy was a sea of conflicting emotions. Despite the fear that still has legs were shaking with fear, could not avoid the feeling of being invaded. There, amid the snake, she felt protected, sheltered. It was a very strange feeling. I knew some who had defended were Death Eaters and yet ...
Suddenly, someone entered the Slytherin common room, shattering that strange atmosphere fellowship. Some gave a little start to see there Dumbledore.
"Good night, greeted him cordially.
Some eyed him suspiciously. Others, however, returned the greeting.
"Miss Parkinson, would you kindly accompany me to my office, please.
Unconsciously, Nott and Blaise, who were the closest to it were, placed right in front, blocking his path to the girl.
- Why? He asked Draco sharply, stepping forward with defiant.
"Do not worry, your father is gone," said the director, looking at Pansy's eyes, he could not avoid breathing relief.
- So what you have to say, talk here! Cried the voice Graham Pritchard, who was leveraged in a corner of the room.
Dumbledore did not seem offended at the words and distrust of the Slytherins. Quite the opposite, because he grinned. "Very
well. Just wanted to say that we have banned the entry of his father to school Hogwarts.
Pansy blinked a few times, unable to assimilate the news. What had they done what?
- Take that! Harper yelled, making a rude gesture with his fist. Some Slytherins released
cheers and jubilation, but Pansy continued unmoved.
"Professor, you can not do that," said Pansy. Besides, what could you do to prevent my father take me out of school?
"Possibly, eventually nothing. But as head of Hogwarts, and thanks to some contacts of mine, I can buy some time.
- And what good is having a little more time? "The girl was exasperated. The initial joy seemed to dissipate a little.
"Well, I have understood that you meet the seventeen years in November, am I right? Pansy nodded slowly. Then less than a month before you are officially an adult. As such, you will the right to decide for themselves on certain matters without the consent of their parents. You follow me? "He said, winking.
At that time, Parkinson was the strange suspicion that the director did not mean only the right to decide whether to continue studying at Hogwarts or not.
Again, new cries of joy heard in the room Comúny, from one moment to another, Pansy was involved in a kind of collective embrace.
The moment of panic had passed.
Dumbledore smiled back and gestured out of there.
- Professor! "Pansy called when he already had one foot out. Why is he doing this?
director blue eyes stared at it for long seconds.
"To avoid being forced to make a decision then to repent.
With that, he winked and left the room again. Pansy
turned to his companions, without really knowing what to say at that time. No them, may now be in the company of his father, en route to what she had been the end of his life. He would like to thank this support in some way, show your gratitude in some way ... But the words had been too empty and meaningless. A decir verdad, no había necesidad de estropear aquel momento con absurdas palabras.
Facts said it all.
Snakes are cold. The snakes are poisonous. Snakes are cunning. But a snake never turns its back on another snake in distress. Because Slytherins also know the meaning of the word "partnership."
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