Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
A/N: Sorry for the delay to anyone who is still reading this. I have had a very BUSY last couple of months. I thought about discontinuing this story because of Writer's Block—but I want to finish it. It will be my first successful Multi-Chapter fic!
The following night, while the Prefects were patrolling the staircases and hallways, Draco met Pansy in the Slytherin Common Room.
"Did you get the cloak?" Draco asked.
"Yeah, it's right where I said it would be," Pansy said airily. "All I had to do was forge a note to Potter from that Mudblood Hermione Granger saying she needed it to sneak into the Library—he trusts her, so he left it by the fireplace."
"That sounds too easy," Draco frowned.
Pansy's eyes flashed. "Here we go again. Do you want my help or not, Draco Malfoy?"
"Keep your voice down," Draco hissed. "Of course I do, now let's get this over with."
"Much obliged," Pansy insisted, leading the way out of their Common Room.
Like bandits fleeing a crime scene. Draco and Pansy snuck past the two Gryffindor Prefects who were talking quietly at the foot of the Grand Staircase. They moved swiftly up the stairs, and, careful not to disturb the slumbering Fat Lady, crouched behind a suit of armor.
"Now what?" Draco whispered.
Pansy's eyes gleamed, and her lips curled into an evil smile. "Never say I never did anything for you, Malfoy," she said before stepping out into the open.
"Pansy! What are you doing?" Draco growled in a low voice.
Before he could stop her, Pansy raised her wand. "Furnunculus!" she exclaimed. A bolt of light sprang from the tip of her wand, and hit one of the unsuspecting Prefects squarely between the eyes. The girl wailed as massive boils bubbled up all over her face, swelling her eyes shut.
The boy, Pansy could care less what his name was--took a rather indirect approach to the attack.
"50 points from Slytherin!" he bellowed. "What are you doing up so late?!"
Wow, someone needs to get their priorities straight, Pansy thought, catching Draco's eye.
"Hey! I asked you a question!" the boy shouted.
"Oh for the love of Merlin," Pansy cackled. The portrait hole swung open, and Professor McGonagall barged out in her dressing gown.
"What on earth is going on out here?!" she demanded, glancing back and forth between the boy and Pansy.
"She did it—she hexed her!" the boy yelled, pointing an accusing finger at Pansy.
Professor McGonagall's eyes widened when she saw the girl, now crying, pawing blindly at her face. "Oh my—how—get her to the hospital wing this instant!" she sputtered. "I will deal with Miss. Parkinson," she continued, fixing Pansy with an icy glare.
The boy led his fellow Prefect away, and the moment Professor McGonagall started lecturing Pansy, Draco bolted through the portrait hole. He snatched up Potter's Invisibility Cloak, pulled it on, and went down the hall to confront the Girls' staircase. Naturally, the moment he set foot upon the first step, it fell into a slide.
"Bloody Pansy," Draco swore, hastily applying a Sticky Charm to his hands, and climbing up the slide like a spider. Once in the hallway, he quickly located the Sixth Years' dorm. Testing the knob, he found the door unlocked, and pushed it open, slipping into the room.
The haziness of the cloak prevented him from seeing clearly, but he was pretty sure that was Alice coming toward him.
"Hey Alli, shut the door, will you?" Angelina Johnson, the Gryffindor Chaser, called out.
"Sure," Alli closed the door, unknowingly blocking Draco's exit. Then she pulled off her shirt. The other girls were also changing into their pajamas, clad only in bras and panties—or nothing at all.
Draco immediately closed his eyes. He was alone in a room with half-naked girls! This day couldn't get any worse. Remembering his mission, he forced his eyes to focus on a spot on Alice's bare back, between her shoulder blades. There it was—he knew it—small, discreet, but unmistakably a Dark Mark.
So innocent little Alli was a Death Eater after all.
He leaned in closer for a better look—and tripped over someone's bra. Damn things. Suddenly Draco was falling forward, and the Invisibility Cloak was gone, flying across the room.
He was exposed.
"Huh—MALFOY?!" Angelina Johnson shrieked, grabbing a robe to cover herself.
The room erupted in screams as the girls rushed to hide their nakedness, and some began pelting heavy objects at him. Bloody hell!
Draco turned bright red, partly from embarrassment, partly from anger at himself for trusting Pansy. He stumbled out of the room, dodging coat hangers, books, and a particularly large flower pot—and came face to face with Professor McGonagall.
The next morning during breakfast, the Gryffindor table was buzzing about Draco the Peeping Tom and Pansy the Dead Shot Hexer. On their way out of the Great Hall, Fred and George vaguely heard Alli, Angelina, and Alicia filling Katie in on what happened the night before.
"It was just so weird--what reason would Draco Malfoy have to sneak into our dorm?" Angelina wondered aloud.
"I don't know, but it sounds pretty fishy to me," Katie frowned.
Hermione, Ron, and Harry walked behind their group, talking quietly amongst themselves. "How did Draco get your Invisibility Cloak, Harry?" Hermione whispered.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, his brow furrowing in confusion. "You wrote me the note, remember? You needed it to work in the library."
It was Hermione's turn to frown. "I wasn't in the library last night," she protested. "I never left you any note…you don't think—,"
"That dirty little sneak," Ron growled. "He must have planned the whole thing—he's up to something."
"Obviously," George said, turning around. "Sounds like he caused quite a stir; I wonder why."
"Well, we're going to find out," Harry insisted. They stopped next to the entry to Snape's dungeon classroom.
"Potions," Fred said bitterly, Draco momentarily forgotten. "This outta be abysmal." A grimace crossed his already pale face and Harry nodded in understanding.
"Good luck," he insisted, and the Trio waved goodbye, hurrying to their own classes.
R&R? I know it's not much...I'm just getting back into this, sorry. Constructive Criticism is WELCOME!