Chapter 27
Pansy Parkinson sat in the Slytherin common room, watching Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini drink by the fire. The flickering flames cast shadows on their faces as they talked in low voices, the bottle of firewhisky between them nearly empty.
Draco looked tense, his smirk forced. Blaise, calm and detached, took another sip. Pansy strained to hear their conversation.
“I can’t believe Snape...” Draco slurred, clearly irritated.
Blaise shrugged. “He’s protective of her.”
“She’s mine, Blaise. No one else’s.”
Pansy’s eyes widened. Draco’s possessiveness was chilling. Blaise leaned in, voice barely audible. “Relax, Draco. But to be honest, I wouldn’t mind another taste if were offering.”
Draco’s expression darkened. “I already have to share with that little puppy. I don’t want to share anymore right now.”
Blaise raised his glass, smirking. “Fair enough.”
Pansy’s heart raced. Sharing? Puppy? She couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. She really hoped they were taking about sharing the fire whiskey.