Evil Masterminds, or Becoming Draco Malfoy

Chapter Nine: The Softer Side of... Malfoy

Day Two, Monday, 7:12 a.m., the Hufflepuff Boys' Dorm, Preparation

    "Okay, now tilt your head a little to the left... good," instructed Hannah.

    "What do you think, green or blue?" asked Madeline, presenting the options to her friend.

    "Oh, definetly green. It will bring out the gray in his eyes."

    "Justin, look up, I really don't think you want me poking you in the eye with this," Madeline told FauxDraco severely.

    "For the lips, should we go a natural or a garish color?" questioned Hannah.

    "Natural. This is Malfoy. *Nothing* about him is garish. Worrisome, disturbing, and downright scary, maybe, but... I have some pinkish-brown color in that box over there..."

    "Ah! Got it!"

    "Oh, darling, you are going to be the belle of the ball!" cooed Madeline.

    "Justin, open your mouth a little... all right, now... blot."

    Ernie watched the girls in supreme amusement and excitement. Malfoy watched in abject horror.

8:01, Transfiguration Class, How Rude

    Zabini was staring.

    FauxDraco sniffed and attempted to ignore him. How rude.

    "Mr. Zabini, would you please take your seat so that we may begin?" prompted Professor McGonagall, trying to *not* stare at FauxDraco.

    Blaise slid into his seat next to FauxDraco, and as soon as McGonagall had turned her back to write on the blackboard, he hissed, "What's with the make-up?"

    FauxDraco's face was majestically blank. "What make-up?"

10:17, Charms Hallway, Flouncing

    "Draco, people are *staring*!" Pansy muttered fiercely.

    "Are they?" FauxDraco glanced around him, swinging his hips even more, looking down his nose at the plebians. "What's *their* problem?"

10:40, Charms Class, Just This Morning

    Pansy did a double-take. A triple-take. She blinked several times, wiped her eyes, then looked for a fourth time.

    Draco was apparently taking her leaving him very, *very* badly.

    "Is that 'Draco Potter' written on your notebook with little hearts around it?"

    "Hmm? Oh, yes!" FauxDraco smiled widely. "I added that just this morning. And also there's an "I (Heart) Harry Potter" on this side," he continued, and flipped his notebook to the back. "And then in my textbook, I have 'Gryffindors Rule!'" He looked anxious all of a sudden. "What do you think about Saturday's game? I'm *so* nervous! I do hope Gryffindor wins, but Ravenclaw has been training so hard this year..."

2:35, the Library, Teaching the Unteachable

    FauxDraco sighed heavily. "You two will never get it, will you?"

    Crabbe and Goyle exchanged glances. "We're trying really hard, we promise," replied Goyle, looking desperate. "Really! We'll get it, just... show us how."

    Another heavy sigh. "I don't know why I waste my time. Must be my giving heart," FauxDraco said, clutching at said organ. "Well... I suppose if you guys *swear* that you will *attempt* to get this right-"

    "We swear! We swear!"

    "All right, all right. Fine." FauxDraco straightened up in his seat. He picked up the utentsil in front of him and displayed it to his audience. "This is called 'eyeliner...'"

3:14, the Hufflepuff Boys' Dorm, A Good Laugh

    The Hufflepuffs were rolling on the floor, clutching their stomachs, and creating a lot of racket. Justin was telling them about the little 'study session' in the library.

    "I- I- I..." he had to break to try to get control of his laughter, than began again, "I told Crabbe that he was a Summer and that Goyle was an Autumn, then suggested the appropriate shades of eye shadow, blush, and lip color. They were taking it in, completely *convinced* that they were onto the next big thing in fashon trends."

    Malfoy himself was not happy. Not only because he was being made to look like the world's biggest ponce, but also because he was currently green. It had been Hannah's shift that morning to watch him.

    "This was such an excellent idea, Hannah," said Madeline, wiping tears from her eyes. "It's too bad you couldn't see it in action."

    "Oh, I'll have this evening. It's your turn to watch The Green One."

    "Well, fuck," murmured Madeline, all amusement gone. Then she threw up her hands in front of her face, crying out, "I don't want to be green! I don't want to be green!"

6:49, the Great Hall, Backing Away Slowly

    It was an oddly silent Slytherin table that evening. Most were sending subtle and not-so-subtle glances at the pretty, pretty Malfoy, who was eating his dinner nonchalantly, as if completely unaware of the stares.

    Zabini, next to FauxDraco, though with a much larger gap between the two than as of previously, cleared his throat. "So, uh, had a good day, Draco?"

    "Yes. Ab-fab day."

    "Ab-fab?" repeated Blaise questioningly.

    "Ab-fab. Absolutely fabulous, darling."

    "Oh. Of course." Blaise paused, then cleared his throat again. "You know... Pansy's a little, uh, worried about you. With the whole, erm, 'Draco Potter' thing-"

    "Really? Well, she needn't be," said FauxDraco smoothly.

    "Why not?" asked Blaise slowly.

    "Ohmigosh, Potter was *so* ten hours ago. I'm totally over him. He's too..." FauxDraco moved his hands around, as if trying to grasp the right word out of the air, "... scar-y."

    "Scar-y?"

    "Yeah. I mean, honestly, he could try to have it removed or something, couldn't he? Who wants a great big lightening bolt on their head, eh?"

    "Then you don't like Potter," Zabini reaffirmed, exhaling in relief.

    "Not really," replied FauxDraco, then added, while flashing suggestive eyes at Blaise, "I'm currently in the market, if you know what I mean."

    Zabini bravely kept eye contact. "No, I don't, and never will." And for good measure, he scooted several more inches away.

6:52, the Hufflepuff Boys' Dorm, Battle of Wills

    "You're doing it wrong."

    "Oh, is *that* why I'm getting the wrong answer?" asked Madeline sarcastically. She put her face in her hands. "Why, oh, why did I sign up for upper level Potions?" Then she answered her own question mentally. 'Because Blaise Zabini had signed up for it.' She groaned.

    She was sitting on the floor at Malfoy's feet, doing Potions homework. She wasn't exactly sure why she had chosen that location, but Draco had not made a snarky comment about it, so she had stayed. He was no longer green, the spell having worn off, and currently, he was reading over her shoulder.

    "Helleborn reacts with eye of newt, not the bezoar powder. And the moon stone is used for the-"

    "I hate Potions!"

    "Come here," said Draco, indicating she should occupy his lap. Again.

    But she would not do it. This time, she would be strong. She would not comply. Again. She stood and handed him the homework, but made no other move.

    Malfoy raised an eyebrow. As if he would ever lose in a battle of wills. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her down onto him, postioning her similarly as before, placing the parchment and textbook in her lap. Then he continued as if nothing had happened. "All right, scratch out this sentence, then write-"

    "You are evil."

    "I try."

    "Are you always so controlling?"

    "Yes."

    "So I can add that to the list of your faults."

    "Absolutely."

    "Just so we're clear."

    Now he was nuzzling at her hair.

    "I'm supposed to be doing homework."

    He smirked. "Am I preventing you from doing so?"

    She didn't answer that. "You *were* helping me," she said instead.

    "True. Now I'm licking your ear."

    Madeline forced back a squeal as she indeed felt his warm, wet tongue slid over the shell of her ear. This had to stop. "So what was your relationship with Pansy?"

    Later, she would ask herself where the hell that had come from.

    It was effective in getting Draco to stop, however. He turned her so that he was able to look her in the face. "You want to know about me and Pansy?"

    "No! I-"

    "Then why did you ask?"

    And, of course, she couldn't answer.

    "Right, then. So Pansy and I-"

    "No!"

    "- have always been friends," he overrode her. "And that's it. I think she had a crush on me for forever, though that's obviously changed." He said the last part in a grumble.

    "So she was back-up?" asked Madeline. Then clamped her hand over her mouth.

    Draco smiled wryly. "Caught. I suppose that was how I viewed her. If I ever got... desperate, I could turn to her."    

    "That's horrible."

    "I know. It was wrong. Lucky for her she got a life."

    "Very lucky."

    "Your hair smells wonderful."

    It was amazing how easy it was for Malfoy to throw her off.

    "Quit doing that!"

    "Doing what?"

    She glared at him, but again, could not answer.

    "Are you always this skittish?"

    "I am *not* skittish." Madeline frowned. "You make me sound like a horse or something."

    Draco chuckled, but replied that that was not the intended response. His hands had not left the location they had claimed when shifting Madeline to face him, and he was now rubbing slow circles into her stomach. His eyes were intense, and he watched her closely as her breathing grew more rapid.

    Madeline suddenly made a noise of exasperation. "I don't even know anything about you!"

    He fingers ceased their movements, then reached for the Potions assignment and textbook and flung them across the room. Madeline exclaimed indignantly, but he ignored that.

    "What do you want to know?"

    She stared at him. "Why are you so open?"

    "Well, I fully intend to reciprocate the interrogation."

    "Ah." She paused. "When's your birthday?"

    "November 14th."

    "What's your full name?"

    "Draco Malfoy. Malfoys don't believe in middle names."

    She smiled, amused. "Good to know. What's your favorite subject?"

    "Need you ask? Potions."

    "What's your favorite color?"

    "Black."    

    "To match your soul?"

    "Ha, ha. Next question, please."

    Her eyes narrowed. "Are you Death Eater material?"

    "Didn't we already cover this? No! The answer is no!"

    "Just making sure. What's your secret obsession?"

    "Oh, Merlin!" Draco looked thoughtful and took a while before responding. "I am quite fond of sweets-"

    "Darling, that's no secret."

    "If you would let me finish... I was *going* to continue that I enjoy a lot of muggle music."

    Madeline gasped. "Oh, dear! What would Lucius say?"

    Malfoy rolled his eyes. "Don't get me started. All right, final question of the evening. Choose wisely."

    Madeline thought for a moment, then grinned evilly. "What was it like being a ferret?"

    The question remained unanswered, however, as Draco focused all of his attention on thoroughly pinching Madeline.

7:02, the Great Hall, Ab-Fab

    "So... you boys will be following my instructions tomorrow, right?" FauxDraco demanded of Goyle and Crabbe.

    The dunces nodded vigorously.

    FauxDraco beamed. "That is *so* ab-fab!"

7:06, the Hufflepuff Boys' Dorm, Short End to a Long Day

    Hannah's hands were balled on her hips, her manner was severe. "Madeline!"

    "Ow! Ow! Huh? Oh! Eeep!" Madeline jumped out of the chair and away from Malfoy's viscious fingers. "He made me!" she stated, pointing an accusing finger at the Slytherin with one hand, while rubbing her stomach and sides with the other.

    "Go do your Potions homework," ordered Hannah, pointing toward the door, like an angry mother.

    "Hey! I didn't get my turn!" exclaimed Draco indignantly.

    "His turn to *what*?" demanded Hannah of Madeline, eyes wide and reproachful.

    "Nothing, sweetie," replied Madeline, quickly snatching up her assignment and fleeing the room.