Author's Note: Before I thank everyone who reviewed my story, even the ones who criticized it (yes, critics are good, because than you realize where do you make mistakes) I have few words to say. Due to my crappy computer, I don't have a decent program to write. I don't have Office 97, so therefore I'm using some program to write I never heard of. Also, I cannot save my files in htm format. And the last thing, the fucken program doesn't have the spell check.
To Tanasia Maleficarum, hoe is spelled hoe, not ho.

Thanks everyone who reviewed the previous part.

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-"London bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down; London bridge is falling down; my fair lady" - Draco Malfoy sung. He was located inside the Great Hall, wearing only hula skirt and had rosary around his pale neck. Students who were heading for their lunch, stood to view this interesting vista. Finally, they created such a crowd that even McGonagall couldn't pass through to see what is happening.
She succeed. From the top of the Marble staircases, Pandora was looking at all this with enigmatic smirk. She smiled innocently at Draco who was dragged beside her by McGonagall. -"Well see about this, Mr Malfoy. You were cause of all those various troubles in Hogwarts, but never anything like this. I will have to call your father, so he can see how his son behaves when he's absent..."
Her tense voice was lost in the back of the hall. Pandora shrugged her slender shoulders in the perfect tranquillity, like she wasn't cause of all this, and went for lunch.

Subsequently, she didn't even go to see where Draco is. She spent her time with Harry, introducing him to the Slytherins.
-"This is Steve; this is Angelo, Telmo, and Michael; and those three girls are Ivana, Brunnhilde, and Annette."
-"Hallo" - Harry would politely say to all of them, when Pandora introduced them to him.
-"You know, I never thought that Slytherins might not be so bad, after all" - Harry commented after he seemed to know everyone. He even talked to Crabbe and Goyle, but they were much more likely interested in their own problems.
-"I love Slytherin" - Pandora exclaimed. Flamboyantly, just like she could, in the broad turn, she sat on the settee in the corner of the common room. She smiled, and showed Harry to sit beside her. Harry did so.
-"Harry, have you even played chicken?" - Pandora asked, exposing him her sharp teeth in the malicious smirk.
-"No, how do you play that?" - Harry questioned her. She just repeated her sly smile, this time standing up, and grabbing his hand, she dragged him around towards the boys' dormitory. She was fast, so Harry had to run to keep up with her neurasthenic jumping.

-"We are alone here" - she slammed the door, behind. Room was filled with its obscurity, as always, illuminated just be the torches on the wall. -"Come, don't be scared" - she called, taking him around his waist, and pushing him over the room, towards the bed where he slept.
She went over to him, and sat on his bed. Due to her strength, he landed on his hands. But because of her, he stood up from the floor, and sat on the bed beside her.
Pandora pulled him even further. So they were on the bed, the curtains drawn around them. She found Harry in the dark, and as she hugged him and pressed his body towards her, Harry felt excited.
-"So you don't know how to play chicken" - Pandora said on his ear. He nodded his head. She couldn't see him in the dark, but she knew what he thought. -"One person starts, and when the other one doesn't want him or her to go further they say 'chicken' and it's their turn."
Harry didn't entirely understand what she thought, but he didn't know that it is related with touching at all.
-"You go first, come on" - Pandora cried, spreading her body around the bed. Harry had no idea what she wanted from him.
-"What am I doing again?" - Harry asked again, adjusting his glasses. He knew it's useless due to the dark, but he was just becoming nervous.
-"Never mind." - Pandora sighed, sitting up. -"I'll go first."
Her body was over him, and as she placed her hand on Harry's stomach, cold sweat run over his face. -"Relax, it's just the game" - she smiled.
Her hand was untucking his white shirt. I never had to do this with Draco, she thought, he kept his shirt untucked all the time.
In the meantime Harry was questioning himself what is she doing. His head was tense, and it was raised from the pillow. She pushed his head down, saying: -"Don't be such a baby Potter, it's just a game." The voice was slightly mocking, and her right hand was touching his naked stomach.
Harry tried to be calm, but it just wasn't it. Her bit his teeth hard, biting his tongue, and crying.
-"What happened, Harry?" - Pandora asked, not stopping of what she did. Her hand was opening his belt, and unbuttoning the button on his pants.
-"N-n-n-othing" - Harry's teeth were trembling, somewhat from the pain on his bitten tongue, somewhat from the excitement.
-"Harry, are you feeling uncomfortable?" - She asked, getting her hand away. It was relief for Harry.
-"Uhm, yes; a little bit" - Harry couldn't lay. Well he already did, because the rate of his uncomfort was intensely high, but he didn't want to be uncool.
-"If you don't want to, well we don't have to play the game" - Pandora turned around, "but believe, people like, perhaps say Draco, they didn't chicken out like you..."
A hint of the tinkling acetous thunder flashed through Harry's body. Draco... she is really fond of mentioning his name. So Harry, just not knowing what to do, dropped his head on the pillow again. He stared upwards. Seeing nothing, he imagined that the gloomy top of the baldaquin was summer sky, filled with stars, and he was there laying with her.
-"So, Harry what are you planning to do with your life?" - she asked. Her voice was distant. Like she was on the other side of the room when she was just laying beside him. Futile and unpeccably opaque.
He wasn't very sure of the answer, but only for her, he thought about it.
-"I don't know" - he finally claimed. -"Something like... I wish I knew what my parents were." - He added quietly for himself.
But she heard him; she dragged herself close to him, enclosing him into a friendly hug, and placing her head on his shoulder.
-"Oh, I'm sorry. Don't you have any ideas?, hints?" - Pandora took Harry's hand, and started stroking it.
-"No, I'm sorry. You just asked. You don't have to feel responsible for me. I would like to work in the Ministry. How about you?" - The sweat on Harry's forehead slowly disappeared. He was cool now.
-"Me... hmm, I don't have lots of choice. Something in the Ministry, something important, or to choose to marry someone from my rank, and do nothing my whole life. I can't do that. I'm too smart to be just a show-off house wife, while my husband is being who-knows-where, doing who-knows-what?" - She successfully transformed her voice into bitter, but that's what it was. She didn't hide herself behind the facade.
Sincerity... how beauteous she sounded when she talked frankly about everything. How wit and perfect her words were. But it just wasn't her. The monster hiding behind the pretty look and the flamboyant personality, that's what she was.
-"Pandora..." - Harry started something, but no one ever found out what was the thing he wanted to tell her. No one else than Draco Malfoy violently opened the baldaquins, reveling them to the feeble light.
-"So there you are" - the tense sounds came through his teeth. His pale face was slightly pink on his right side. Pandora recognized that it must have been a slap. His father, who else would touch him? Inside, she was happy that he got what she found suitable for him, and on the outside her voice tendered. And yes, Draco wasn't dressed in his foolish hula outfit no more.
-"What do you want from me, and didn't the person who just slapped you teach you that it's impolite to interrupt other people?" - She knew very good that those flaming eyes, resentfulness that was growing, they were saved just for her. Harry kept staring at the two faces, looking at each other, bonded by the invisible relation.
-"Oh, shut up. And I don't want to hear any of your lame explanations, like what the hell are you even doing in the boys' dormitory." - Draco was outraged. He couldn't even notice Harry due to his enormous fury that was caused just by Pandora's silliness.
Lament? She could try it. But would running do any good to her. Even when he wasn't so mad, Draco was still much stronger and faster than her. Draco wasn't very strong for a boy, but she was still a girl. And even if he had on mind that she could get him in lots of trouble, he wouldn't have second thought in physically harming her.
Her father was also really powerful and rich. Weißan von Scheittnen, the name carried only by her family was widely known around the magical world. It was associated with the highest aristocracy and money, but also with the Dark Arts.
Everyone carrying the name Weißan von Scheittnen were proud on the Count Hans Weißan von Scheittnen III, who was one of the most powerful, abhorred, and despised wizards in the whole history. Lived in the twelfth century, he threatened to turn the whole world upside-down. Maybe he would do so, if he hadn't met the pretty, young girl, Ambrosia, who was good, and married her.
-"It's like I can't go where ever I want to" - Pandora retorted to Draco. At first, even if she wasn't mad, she acted, throwing all her rage with her eyes on him, but than the metamorphose of her face was done by her, looking as ingenue as a little lamb.
-"I just don't get you, Pandora. I had something to say to you. Something I want to talk about with you. But I don't want to be in your presence anymore" - he stormed out of the dorm, heading somewhere. He had to take the pressure of the curious looks at him, as he passed the Slytherin common room. Everyone wanted to know what happened to him after the thing he did in the hallway.

-"Draco..." - Pandora acted an agonization. Like she cared just for him. But why she couldn't stop thinking about him for the rest of the day.

But what Harry had of that? He still couldn't admit himself that he does have some feeling for her.
She left him after, doing some of her jobs. Harry felt lonely, and searched for Fred, George and Lee. Hence the chance of finding them was scarce, he gave up, and headed towards the library. Maybe he'll find why Hermione enjoyed spending her organized hours inside a library.
He knew that it was impossible to find his only Gryffindor friends. Fred, George, and Lee, even if they were separated spent their entire time together, planning their future mischievs.
But there were lots of people from the other houses that were his friends. He didn't really find them that interesting.

And the library was boring. The monotonous raw of the dusty books laid lined into the stretched colons. The bookshelves were centuries old, some of them were changed over the time. The strong and long ago shiny wood became place for insects to live; and the paint lost its shine. But those shelves still looked decent.
Harry occupied a seat at the back, knowing that there he could relax. After going through the sections of the library where the books in which he was interested were, he realized that it would be a nice thing to write a letter to Ron and Hermione.

'Dear Ron and Hermione,

I hope you're having a great time at the Burrow. I would really be glad if I could be there with you, but you know Snape, and how nasty he can turn. I still didn't have any classes with him. Today, we were just having a part of the classes, due to some administrative business of the teachers; they had some assembly or something.

Also, I still didn't have any nasty experience with Draco Malfoy. He is a bastard as we know him, but I'm surviving. Wish me a good luck. I still have more than a week left to spend here, in this house, Slytherin.

I wish I was there with you, again. I can't wait to see you.

Your true friend,
Harry

Harry went to sent it. He found his way to the owlery. Hedwig, his loyal owl was sleeping, leaning on no one else than Draco's eagle owl. Harry knew this would be unhonorable, but it was still Draco's owl, so as he, Eatheral, was also sleeping, Harry took some actions. Harry quickly poked Draco's owl into the stomach, on which the animal gave a loud screech. All the other owls in the owlery, the ones that weren't sleeping, and the ones that were awake by the shriek, they all went frantic. The horde of the winged creatures filled the ethereal room. It became dense, and the sounds of the moving wings were heard all over.
Harry soon regretted for wanting to have fun with teasing Draco's owl. All of them looked utterly vicious, as they circled through the small room, each one of them smashing at another, but still continuing their flow.
So he did nothing; and what could he? Into kneeling position he brought himself, covering his face, and head with his arms. He figured out what to do: owls will have to get tired at one point, when they will all stop their neurasthenic circling around the chamber, and than he will be able to get out, and come again and sent the letter to his friend.

His frown was sign that his plan didn't work at all. The energy just would cease from the birds. Harry couldn't tell it in the exact time, but he knew that it was already dark outside when it came. The chaos was handled by no one else than Severus Snape accompanied by the Bloody Baron.
-"So, the famous Mr Harry Potter again thinks that he is the omnipotent, and gives himself the noble opportunity to disturb the other as he makes one more of his spectacular shows." - Snape was filled with his own joy as he used his chance to insult Potter. Harry realized than that Snape will threat him the same way as he did when he was in the Gryffindor - disrespectfully.
Snape calmed the owls by setting them asleep.
Harry shot a loathing look in his direction which was returned, replying the equal hatred and annoyance.
The Bloody Baron stood there, watching, upright, gaunt, and proud. Whatever was on his mind was a mystery. But he didn't seem to approve that way Snape threated Harry.
Snape, ready to strike, was off in a second. As he turned his excited persona ready to do something offensive to Harry, he reacted.
-"Leave him, Severus to me. I shall deal with the lad" - the Bloody Baron exclaimed.

Pandora found where Draco was. It was dark outside already, with the obscure clouds covering away all the light from that the Earth could receive. She used her 13 inches Ebony wand to give some luminosity and navigate around. Her cloak saved her from the ominous wind that was frizzing everything around her.
Draco wasn't hard to find indeed. Where did all the Slytherins go to blaze themselves?; a secret place inside the Forbidden Forest. But it was really easy to get there, and scarcely harmless at all. No beasts were detected at those territories, totally safe.
So he was there, laying on the wet grass, looking heavenward into the cold rain that was all over him. He didn't wear any proper clothes, just pants, shirt, cravat, and his robes. That was all, and all drenched wet.
Pandora almost floated to him, standing over his head. He knew she was present, even without looking. He said, -"So you came."
-"Draco, don't you know it's cold outside" - she said in the quiet voice. Draco excluded possibility of her being worried for him. He knew her and the way she lied.
-"And you think I care?" - his answered her carelessly.
-"Draco..." - she kneed beside him, taking his head in her hands, and stroking his wet hair. His gray eyes seemed dim with emotion; only thing she could recognize in them was a cold, uncomfortable feeling of the ominousity.
-"Just don't talk to me" - Draco's anguished voice echoed through her ears.
-"Come, you are going to get sick. Lets go," - she said, standing up, and pulling Draco upwards. He gave no resistance to her, even if she was forcing him to walk back to the school.

And the school looked plain to him. He looked around, but saw nothing, just the blur left by time, carving in the various materials its art. The surrounding was formed by the abstract hazy shapes, in which Draco found understanding for nothing. The doors were mixed up with the suits of armor, pictures on the wall were the windows for him, and ceiling was something that he could not coprehend.
And as he was directed, he was fully depending on the Pandora's reliability. She could push him downstairs if she wished to. He would have no faintest clue anything happened to him.
He got some grip on himself before he entered, the saturated from all the subwaters, Slytherin common room. He borrowed the cloak, not daring to come into the chamber so soaked from the rain. His hair was always gelled, so no one noticed when he swiftly, almost floating, made an entrance, that his hair is wet. Pandora followed him in her theatrical gestures. But that wasn't the only thing that was on her mind. She decided to neglect Draco for the rest of the evening. He wouldn't be there anyway, he had his detention.
So as he went to the boys' dormitory, she joined bunch of the Slytherin guys, gambling.

-"Harry do you know who am I?" - the Bloody Baron asked Harry, after letting him be present in his chambers once again.


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Okay, I would not call this a cliffhanger, but I wanted to place the rest in the sequel.