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Part one Part two Part three Part Four Part five Part six Part seven Part eight Part nine Part ten Part eleven Title: Those Cold Nights (12/13)
Author: purple_Lights
Rating: PG
Word Count: 357
Disclaimer: Don't own/make money off this.
Author Notes: This is for
hd_seasons prompt {vampire, suck}. Don't worry, the next chapter will clear everything up and things get steamy.
With the revelation that he still wanted Harry, Draco decided to stop hiding from Pansy because he going to have to stop avoiding her and she might give him some information that might be useful. Draco cast a Notice-Me-Not charm and sunk up behind Pansy who was still patrolling for him outside.
"Hello, Pansy," Draco greeted as he canceled the charm. He saw Pansy tense slightly and wasn't sidetracked with nervousness when she turned and glared at him.
Pansy crossed her hands over her chest and took a step closer. "Well, since you came to me, I guess you've came to a decision. And it is?"
Draco took a deep breathe before he confessed. "I still want Harry, however, I don't know if he still wants me."
Pansy snorted. "Of course he does, you prat! If you ever showed up to The Great Hall, you'd see that Potter looks like a vampire sucked the life out of!" Pansy looked him up and down, "A look I say you resemble greatly."
Draco winced, Pansy was probably correct, he hadn't looked in the mirror since that night. But it made him feel a little bit better that Harry was in the same condition as him.
"Anyway I've gotten an anonymous tip from our Gryffindor friend that Potter will be patrolling the fifth floor. Besides, if anyone can get rid of your lycanthrophobia, than it can be Harry Potter."
Draco eyes widen, "How did you know?"
Pansy rolled his eyes. "You never give me enough credit. Potter's too Gryffindorish to ever cheat on you, so it had to be something bad given your reaction and plus the fact that he always patrols the Forbidden Forest during the Full Moon."
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When it was time to patrol, Draco went to the fifth floor, he saw Harry lean listlessly against a wall. Draco wanted to go to him, he wanted to be in Harry arms again, but his body was too nervous to move and his throat felt dry. Draco didn't know how long he stood there, but it was long enough for him to lose his nerves.
Draco turned and fled.
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