Disclaimer: No, I don't own the characters of Harry Potter.if I did I'd be
rolling around in all my money right now.
A/N: This is kind of a weird story, I'm always doing stories from other perspectives.not just the Trio (AKA Harry, Ron, Hermione) I do this mostly because you can play around with the characters a bit more. Also, I know that nobody knows if Blaise Zabini is a boy or a girl but for the purpose of this story Blaise is a girl. Hope you like it!
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Groggily, fourteen-year-old Pansy Parkinson made her way to the bathroom. It was only 5 in the morning but even in her sleepy state of mind Pansy knew that today was September 1st and therefore was the day she left for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; her home away from home.
"Up early this morning, aren't we dear?" the mirror questioned Pansy as she inspected her face for blemishes. She nodded briefly before removing her nightgown and stepping into the full bathtub, which the house elf had known to draw for her earlier. As she splashed water upon her face Pansy began to wake up. While she washed her hair, her thoughts began to drift. She wondered who their new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was going to be, if anything interesting would happen this year, with all the excitement about the previous year's Triwizard Tournament, how she would do on her O.W.L.'s but, mostly she thought about Draco. When she'd last seen him at his grandmother's birthday party earlier that summer he'd seemed more distant than usual. It caused Pansy to shut herself in her room all summer, only to leave for the occasional ball or party or formal dinner.
Pansy allowed herself to sit in the bath and contemplate only a few more minutes before stepping out and drying herself with one of the fluffy towels that hung on the rack.
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".....95...96...97...98...99...100." Pansy said with finality and placed her brush back on the vanity. 100 strokes just to make her blonde hair bounce to perfection, she snorted into her hand. Apprehensively she reached for Lola's Luminous Lip Sparkler ("Just say the color and watch the magic!"), as she rubbed it on she murmured, "just shine." Pansy smiled at the mirror and watched as her lips seemed to glisten ever so slightly, she couldn't help but let out a giggle of delight.
"Pansy!" Her mother's voice echoed through the halls of the Parkinson Manor.
"Coming, mum!" she called. She gazed into the mirror, looking herself in the eye, "This is it. Fifth year. You can do this, and Draco will notice you."
"Whatever you say, dear," the mirror replied.
As she made her way down to the entrance hall, Pansy could already see her mother reprimanding one of the house elves for no doubt, scratching Pansy's trunk or some diminutive detail akin to that. Pelagia Parkinson liked to have things just so. It was either her way or no way at all.
"Is everything alright, mum?" Pansy asked. Pelagia looked up,
"Oh, there you are, Pansy. I trust you're looking forward to Hogwarts this year." Pansy nodded, trying to keep the conversation with her mother as she liked it; brief.
"Pansy, Pelagia are you two ready?" Pansy turned to see her father entering the hall.
"We're ready," her mother answered.
"Good. Then let's be off."
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They arrived at King's Cross at 10 to 10. Mr. Parkinson turned to Pansy, eyeing her reproachfully,
"Here," he said, handing her a pouch, "It's 50 Galleons, if you need any more just owl me." Pansy feigned a smile, standing on her tiptoes to quickly kiss him on the cheek,
"Thank you Daddy." She then turned to her mother, hurriedly hugging her, "Bye mum." Both her parents smiled insincerely. Her father spoke again,
"I trust we don't need to get you on the platform this year?"
"No, no, of course not."
"Right then, see you over Christmas."
"Bye." She watched them leave the station before hastily running towards the platform, pushing her trolley in front of her, "Thank God they've gone, eh, Melly?" she whispered to her cat who was sitting on the top of her trunk. Just as she was arriving at the barrier she saw out of the corner of her eye, none other than Draco Malfoy and his parents. They hadn't seen her yet. Taking advantage of the opportunity, she approached them,
"Hello Draco. Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy." Lucius Malfoy turned to her,
"Why, hello Pansy. How are you?"
"Quite well, thank you, and yourself?"
"I could always be better. Where's your father?" he asked, looking around.
"He couldn't accompany me to the platform, I'm afraid, I believe he had to some business to attend to." As she spoke to his father she glanced quickly at Draco; he looked rather bored.
"Pity. I did want to discuss with him to further our plans...." he trailed off, "Well, I mustn't take up any more of your time. Out in the open and all," here he turned to his son, "Well Draco, seeing as Pansy is here, I shouldn't think that I need to come with you to the platform too."
"No, I don't think so, Father."
"Good. Here," he took out a pouch from his cloak, "is some money. Do owl me if you need anything at all. Goodbye Draco. Pansy."
"Goodbye Mr. Malfoy, Mrs. Malfoy," Pansy beamed. Draco just looked at his parent's retreating backs scornfully. Pansy now turned to him,
"Hi Draco." He cocked his head to one side, as if he were about to ask her a question. Apparently, he though better of it and just said,
"Hello Pansy," with just a hint of amusement in his voice. She smiled innocently, and unexpectedly pushed through the barrier, leaving Draco standing there.
She was brushing imaginary dust off her mini-skirt, when she sensed someone behind her. She turned to find him glaring at her,
"Thought you could leave me there?" She looked at him with mock-surprise,
"Whatever gave you that idea? Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to drop off my trolley with the conductor's assistant." Draco looked around, searchingly,
"Goyle! Come here!" Goyle, one of two of Draco's stooges, came over. "Take Pansy's trunk and mine to the conductor's assistant." Goyle looked apprehensive. Pansy smiled coyly at him, scooping Melly up in her arms,
"Please, Gregory?" Draco just tapped his foot impatiently. Goyle grunted, pulling both Pansy and Draco's trolleys behind him. Pansy turned back to Draco, "That was nice of you Draco. So unlike you." Draco looked appalled,
"What are you talking about? I'm always nice." Pansy nodded,
"I know, I was only teasing."
"Well, stop teasing, let's find a compartment." As they stepped onto the train, Pansy couldn't help but notice how much taller Draco had gotten. He wasn't wearing his robes yet and he looked very handsome in a grey long sleeved polo which set off his eyes perfectly.
"Pansy! Draco!" They both turned to see Blaise Zabini, sticking her head out of a compartment, "Come in, there's room, Millicent and Vincent are here too." Blaise was Pansy's best friend, so of course she answered yes quite sweetly. Both Draco and Pansy entered the compartment and sat down. Vincent Crabbe and Millicent Bulstrode were indeed lounging quite comfortably in the compartment.
"My God, Pansy, I absolutely love that shirt you're wearing," Blaise simpered.
"Well it was terribly expensive, Blaise." Pansy smirked. Blaise looked momentarily put off but she continued,
"Isn't it gorgeous, Millicent?"
"By far, one of the nicest you've ever worn, Pansy. Oh, speaking of shirts, shouldn't we change into our robes now? I just know I won't feel like it once the train leaves and it will soon." So, Draco and Crabbe set off to find an empty compartment to change in while the girls stayed in the one they were in. After pulling the curtain tightly closed, Blaise smiled mischievously at Pansy,
"What is going on with you and Draco? Coming in together, and all."
"Well-" Pansy didn't get to finish her sentence because at that moment the curtain was yanked open and there stood Hermione Granger.
"What the hell, Granger?!"
"That curtain was closed for a reason, you know!"
"Can't you see we're changing in here?!" Blaise shrieked. Hermione looked very embarrassed,
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to, it's just Harry and Ron, they said they'd be in the fifth compartment on the left but I guess they were wrong..."
"Do we look like we care, Granger? Just get out!" Pansy shouted, tying her green and black tie.
"Fine!" Hermione huffed, shutting the curtain hurriedly.
"Ugh!" Blaise muttered, pulling her sweater-vest over her head, "Can you believe that girl?"
"Awful," replied Millicent.
Blaise was the first to finish dressing so sat down. Millicent and Pansy soon followed and then Draco poked his head round the curtain,
"Are you girls finished, yet?" Pansy flashed him a smile,
"Yes, we're finished, Draco." With that Draco, Crabbe and Goyle entered the compartment.
"Hi Gregory," said Millicent flirtatiously. Goyle merely grunted in response. Draco looked at the compartment skeptically,
"Can you squeeze us all in?" he asked. Blaise nodded,
"Of course. Now, you'll just have to scoot..." she continued giving orders until Millicent, Crabbe and Goyle were across from Blaise, Pansy and Draco. Blaise and Millicent were engrossed deeply in conversation as Crabbe and Goyle fell asleep.
"You have room, scoot over," Pansy whispered to Draco.
"Maybe I don't want to scoot," he replied.
"Draco, Pansy, would you like to join us in a game or something? To pass the time?" Blaise asked. Pansy was just about to say yes, but Draco answered first,
"Of course we'll join you in a minute Blaise but we just need to do one thing first, you don't mind of course?" Blaise wrinkled her nose,
"Course not. Go right ahead." So Pansy followed Draco out into the hall, and he began walking until they reached an empty compartment,
"What did we need to do first, Draco?"
"Look, Pansy, I know you fancy me," he said in a jaded tone. Pansy looked down, touching her lips self-consciously,
"You don't fancy me back then?" she asked, studying her shoes, so he wouldn't see the tears welling up in her eyes. He sighed,
"I don't know, right? Maybe me I do, maybe I don't." He shrugged, finalizing his indifference.
"You asked me to the Yule Ball, though and....oh, for God's sake, Draco, who else is there?" Pansy through out her hands in exasperation.
"What are talking about?" he asked. She narrowed her eyes at him,
"Who else could you possibly fancy? I mean, it's not like you have loads of girls to chose from Draco, in our year at least. I know you're not interested in Millicent." Draco snorted at the idea of this but Pansy continued anyway, "Do you fancy Blaise then?"
"No. Blaise is too bossy."
"Then who? Who?!"
"You!" Draco looked surprised at himself. Pansy bit her lip,
"Me? But I thought..." she trailed off. Draco shook his head.
"Come with me to Hogsmeade maybe, alright?" Pansy nodded in reply. Draco left the empty compartment just as the train began to move but Pansy just stood there in utter disbelief.
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REVIEW! If you want chapter 2, you've got to tell me what you think of chapter 1!
A/N: This is kind of a weird story, I'm always doing stories from other perspectives.not just the Trio (AKA Harry, Ron, Hermione) I do this mostly because you can play around with the characters a bit more. Also, I know that nobody knows if Blaise Zabini is a boy or a girl but for the purpose of this story Blaise is a girl. Hope you like it!
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Groggily, fourteen-year-old Pansy Parkinson made her way to the bathroom. It was only 5 in the morning but even in her sleepy state of mind Pansy knew that today was September 1st and therefore was the day she left for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; her home away from home.
"Up early this morning, aren't we dear?" the mirror questioned Pansy as she inspected her face for blemishes. She nodded briefly before removing her nightgown and stepping into the full bathtub, which the house elf had known to draw for her earlier. As she splashed water upon her face Pansy began to wake up. While she washed her hair, her thoughts began to drift. She wondered who their new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was going to be, if anything interesting would happen this year, with all the excitement about the previous year's Triwizard Tournament, how she would do on her O.W.L.'s but, mostly she thought about Draco. When she'd last seen him at his grandmother's birthday party earlier that summer he'd seemed more distant than usual. It caused Pansy to shut herself in her room all summer, only to leave for the occasional ball or party or formal dinner.
Pansy allowed herself to sit in the bath and contemplate only a few more minutes before stepping out and drying herself with one of the fluffy towels that hung on the rack.
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".....95...96...97...98...99...100." Pansy said with finality and placed her brush back on the vanity. 100 strokes just to make her blonde hair bounce to perfection, she snorted into her hand. Apprehensively she reached for Lola's Luminous Lip Sparkler ("Just say the color and watch the magic!"), as she rubbed it on she murmured, "just shine." Pansy smiled at the mirror and watched as her lips seemed to glisten ever so slightly, she couldn't help but let out a giggle of delight.
"Pansy!" Her mother's voice echoed through the halls of the Parkinson Manor.
"Coming, mum!" she called. She gazed into the mirror, looking herself in the eye, "This is it. Fifth year. You can do this, and Draco will notice you."
"Whatever you say, dear," the mirror replied.
As she made her way down to the entrance hall, Pansy could already see her mother reprimanding one of the house elves for no doubt, scratching Pansy's trunk or some diminutive detail akin to that. Pelagia Parkinson liked to have things just so. It was either her way or no way at all.
"Is everything alright, mum?" Pansy asked. Pelagia looked up,
"Oh, there you are, Pansy. I trust you're looking forward to Hogwarts this year." Pansy nodded, trying to keep the conversation with her mother as she liked it; brief.
"Pansy, Pelagia are you two ready?" Pansy turned to see her father entering the hall.
"We're ready," her mother answered.
"Good. Then let's be off."
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They arrived at King's Cross at 10 to 10. Mr. Parkinson turned to Pansy, eyeing her reproachfully,
"Here," he said, handing her a pouch, "It's 50 Galleons, if you need any more just owl me." Pansy feigned a smile, standing on her tiptoes to quickly kiss him on the cheek,
"Thank you Daddy." She then turned to her mother, hurriedly hugging her, "Bye mum." Both her parents smiled insincerely. Her father spoke again,
"I trust we don't need to get you on the platform this year?"
"No, no, of course not."
"Right then, see you over Christmas."
"Bye." She watched them leave the station before hastily running towards the platform, pushing her trolley in front of her, "Thank God they've gone, eh, Melly?" she whispered to her cat who was sitting on the top of her trunk. Just as she was arriving at the barrier she saw out of the corner of her eye, none other than Draco Malfoy and his parents. They hadn't seen her yet. Taking advantage of the opportunity, she approached them,
"Hello Draco. Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy." Lucius Malfoy turned to her,
"Why, hello Pansy. How are you?"
"Quite well, thank you, and yourself?"
"I could always be better. Where's your father?" he asked, looking around.
"He couldn't accompany me to the platform, I'm afraid, I believe he had to some business to attend to." As she spoke to his father she glanced quickly at Draco; he looked rather bored.
"Pity. I did want to discuss with him to further our plans...." he trailed off, "Well, I mustn't take up any more of your time. Out in the open and all," here he turned to his son, "Well Draco, seeing as Pansy is here, I shouldn't think that I need to come with you to the platform too."
"No, I don't think so, Father."
"Good. Here," he took out a pouch from his cloak, "is some money. Do owl me if you need anything at all. Goodbye Draco. Pansy."
"Goodbye Mr. Malfoy, Mrs. Malfoy," Pansy beamed. Draco just looked at his parent's retreating backs scornfully. Pansy now turned to him,
"Hi Draco." He cocked his head to one side, as if he were about to ask her a question. Apparently, he though better of it and just said,
"Hello Pansy," with just a hint of amusement in his voice. She smiled innocently, and unexpectedly pushed through the barrier, leaving Draco standing there.
She was brushing imaginary dust off her mini-skirt, when she sensed someone behind her. She turned to find him glaring at her,
"Thought you could leave me there?" She looked at him with mock-surprise,
"Whatever gave you that idea? Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to drop off my trolley with the conductor's assistant." Draco looked around, searchingly,
"Goyle! Come here!" Goyle, one of two of Draco's stooges, came over. "Take Pansy's trunk and mine to the conductor's assistant." Goyle looked apprehensive. Pansy smiled coyly at him, scooping Melly up in her arms,
"Please, Gregory?" Draco just tapped his foot impatiently. Goyle grunted, pulling both Pansy and Draco's trolleys behind him. Pansy turned back to Draco, "That was nice of you Draco. So unlike you." Draco looked appalled,
"What are you talking about? I'm always nice." Pansy nodded,
"I know, I was only teasing."
"Well, stop teasing, let's find a compartment." As they stepped onto the train, Pansy couldn't help but notice how much taller Draco had gotten. He wasn't wearing his robes yet and he looked very handsome in a grey long sleeved polo which set off his eyes perfectly.
"Pansy! Draco!" They both turned to see Blaise Zabini, sticking her head out of a compartment, "Come in, there's room, Millicent and Vincent are here too." Blaise was Pansy's best friend, so of course she answered yes quite sweetly. Both Draco and Pansy entered the compartment and sat down. Vincent Crabbe and Millicent Bulstrode were indeed lounging quite comfortably in the compartment.
"My God, Pansy, I absolutely love that shirt you're wearing," Blaise simpered.
"Well it was terribly expensive, Blaise." Pansy smirked. Blaise looked momentarily put off but she continued,
"Isn't it gorgeous, Millicent?"
"By far, one of the nicest you've ever worn, Pansy. Oh, speaking of shirts, shouldn't we change into our robes now? I just know I won't feel like it once the train leaves and it will soon." So, Draco and Crabbe set off to find an empty compartment to change in while the girls stayed in the one they were in. After pulling the curtain tightly closed, Blaise smiled mischievously at Pansy,
"What is going on with you and Draco? Coming in together, and all."
"Well-" Pansy didn't get to finish her sentence because at that moment the curtain was yanked open and there stood Hermione Granger.
"What the hell, Granger?!"
"That curtain was closed for a reason, you know!"
"Can't you see we're changing in here?!" Blaise shrieked. Hermione looked very embarrassed,
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to, it's just Harry and Ron, they said they'd be in the fifth compartment on the left but I guess they were wrong..."
"Do we look like we care, Granger? Just get out!" Pansy shouted, tying her green and black tie.
"Fine!" Hermione huffed, shutting the curtain hurriedly.
"Ugh!" Blaise muttered, pulling her sweater-vest over her head, "Can you believe that girl?"
"Awful," replied Millicent.
Blaise was the first to finish dressing so sat down. Millicent and Pansy soon followed and then Draco poked his head round the curtain,
"Are you girls finished, yet?" Pansy flashed him a smile,
"Yes, we're finished, Draco." With that Draco, Crabbe and Goyle entered the compartment.
"Hi Gregory," said Millicent flirtatiously. Goyle merely grunted in response. Draco looked at the compartment skeptically,
"Can you squeeze us all in?" he asked. Blaise nodded,
"Of course. Now, you'll just have to scoot..." she continued giving orders until Millicent, Crabbe and Goyle were across from Blaise, Pansy and Draco. Blaise and Millicent were engrossed deeply in conversation as Crabbe and Goyle fell asleep.
"You have room, scoot over," Pansy whispered to Draco.
"Maybe I don't want to scoot," he replied.
"Draco, Pansy, would you like to join us in a game or something? To pass the time?" Blaise asked. Pansy was just about to say yes, but Draco answered first,
"Of course we'll join you in a minute Blaise but we just need to do one thing first, you don't mind of course?" Blaise wrinkled her nose,
"Course not. Go right ahead." So Pansy followed Draco out into the hall, and he began walking until they reached an empty compartment,
"What did we need to do first, Draco?"
"Look, Pansy, I know you fancy me," he said in a jaded tone. Pansy looked down, touching her lips self-consciously,
"You don't fancy me back then?" she asked, studying her shoes, so he wouldn't see the tears welling up in her eyes. He sighed,
"I don't know, right? Maybe me I do, maybe I don't." He shrugged, finalizing his indifference.
"You asked me to the Yule Ball, though and....oh, for God's sake, Draco, who else is there?" Pansy through out her hands in exasperation.
"What are talking about?" he asked. She narrowed her eyes at him,
"Who else could you possibly fancy? I mean, it's not like you have loads of girls to chose from Draco, in our year at least. I know you're not interested in Millicent." Draco snorted at the idea of this but Pansy continued anyway, "Do you fancy Blaise then?"
"No. Blaise is too bossy."
"Then who? Who?!"
"You!" Draco looked surprised at himself. Pansy bit her lip,
"Me? But I thought..." she trailed off. Draco shook his head.
"Come with me to Hogsmeade maybe, alright?" Pansy nodded in reply. Draco left the empty compartment just as the train began to move but Pansy just stood there in utter disbelief.
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REVIEW! If you want chapter 2, you've got to tell me what you think of chapter 1!