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Chapter One
Pansy woke up from a sex-cradled dream to the deafening shrill of an alarm clock; her mood immediately dimmed.
"Bother," she muttered, slamming the clock to silence and rolling back over in bed. She wrapped herself up in the covers and sighed, reminiscing on the wonderful night visions she had just encountered: she was in a dungeon, her arms tied up with chains at her wrists, and her legs spread and tied to strange wooden stakes. She was naked, and a tall beautiful blonde stood above her, long blonde hair falling down his shoulders, piercing gray eyes and a smug smile curling at the corners of his lips…
She growled and kicked the covers away. As sexy as it was, she could not help feeling a bit weird about dreaming of Lucius Malfoy. She was dating Draco, after all. Pansy sat up straight and stretched, placing her arms above her heads and bending her elbows behind her back—a routine that always woke her up. There was a knock on the door.
"Pansy?" her mother said through the wooden frame. "Are you awake?"
"Yes, mother," Pansy snapped. She turned on the light and tore off her green t-shirt and panties, throwing the dirty clothes into a pile on the floor for the house elves to take to the laundry later, and putting on a clean pair of panties and a bra. As she dug through her closet to find a green and black plaid skirt and matching green vest, Pansy couldn't help but steal a look at herself in the mirror, and for the first time, she noticed how different she looked. Last year, during Pansy's fourth year at Hogwarts, she had had short black hair and had been very pale. Furthermore, a lot of the boys liked to tell her that she looked like a stick, since she was so skinny and not very tall. In fact, the only boy that had ever taken an interest in her was Draco, which came as great a surprise to her as to anyone else. She guessed it was because they were both purebloods and they were both in Slytherin, but Draco had never made fun of her body and had never showed any sign of wanting to date anyone but her. She smiled at the thought of him—she had not gotten to see Draco since the middle of July, when she spent the yearly three weeks at the Malfoy Manor with her mother and father. That was always Pansy's favorite time of the summer—it meant what felt like endless time with Draco, late nights drinking firewhiskey with Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle (who also liked to make their summer visits), and of course, skinny dipping in the Malfoy Lake in the middle of the night when the moon was shining just right on the water…
Now, Pansy noticed that her hair had grown to just below her shoulders and had a slight curl because of the length, different than her usual stick-straight look, and her skin glowed with the sun exposure she had gotten from playing outside this summer at All Girls Quidditch Camp (her mother made her go and she had no intention of ever trying out). She had also grown into herself a little—she had just turned fifteen last spring, and her breasts were a little too big for her bra, her hips curving nicely to shape her plum-colored undergarments. Pansy smiled at herself and pulled on her clothes. After brushing her hair and applying mascara to her already thick lashes and a dark rose shade to her lips, she pranced downstairs to the kitchen where her mother and father were eating breakfast and waiting for her.
"Excited about your fifth year?" her mother asked, smiling at her only daughter.
"Jubilant," Pansy said, grabbing an apple and taking a bite.
"We need to leave soon," her father said, grabbing Pansy's things and shoving them in her arms, causing her to drop her apple and hold onto her books begrudgingly.
"Here, put them in this knapsack Grandpappy sent you…" her mother suggested, taking Pansy's books and placing them in the knapsack herself. Pansy shrugged and pranced upstairs to brush her teeth. She didn't especially like having to go back to Hogwarts, but at least she would get to see Draco.
A limo came to pick up Pansy and her parents as usual and they were off to catch the Hogwarts Express. A servant carried Pansy's suitcases for her as the family trudged across the train station. When no muggles were looking, Pansy ran through the wall that lead to Platform Nine and Three Quarters and was immediately greeted by the busy noise of her fellow Wizards and Witches. Pansy breathed a sigh of relief—being in the presence of muggles always made her feel a bit nauseated.
"Pansy!" a shrill voice called from across the platform. She turned toward the sound and was greeted by a tall, blonde Millicent Bulstrode, Pansy's fellow Slytherin and dorm mate.
"Pansy, you look really good!" Millicent said, but her eyes had a hint of green in them. Pansy raised her eyebrows at her and cleared her throat, forcing a smile.
"Thanks, Millicent," she said, although she didn't quite understand her friend's words. Millicent never offered compliments, and this one had a strange ring to it, like she was a bit surprised at the way Pansy looked. But why did Millicent care what Pansy looked like? Millicent had always been the object of most Slytherin boys' desires, and she had also noticed a few boys from the other houses looking at her, whether they liked to admit it or not.
"The train is about to leave!" Pansy's mother said, turning Pansy around and kissing her on the forehead.
"Bye mum, bye dad," she said, giving her father a quick hug before running off with her friend. She boarded the train and followed Millicent to an empty compartment, placing her things in the overhead storage area.
"Come on Crabbe, Goyle, I think there's an empty compartment up here," Pansy heard a familiar voice say, her heart jumping at the sound. Just as she expected, a second later a tall boy with slicked back blonde hair and gray eyes entered the compartment.
"Oh, hello Pansy, Millicent," Draco said, entering and placing his things overhead with Pansy's, their suitcases touching. He sat down next to Pansy and his arm touched hers, the warm strength of it coursing through her veins. Draco turned and looked at Pansy thoughtfully, his face only inches away from hers.
"Hm," he said. "You look different. Have you done something to your hair?"
Pansy twirled a dark strand in her finger and shrugged. Draco reached out and laced his fingers through her hair.
"I like it," he said definitely, then turned back to the others and started conversing again. Pansy stole a look at Millicent, who sat across from her glaring at her. When Millicent caught Pansy's eye, she blushed and looked out the window, but the stony expression on her face didn't change. After about half an hour, Draco stood up.
"Well, I guess it's time for me to be making my rounds. See what the bloody Gryffindors are doing. Probably on a brand new fucking mission by now," he said, scowling.
"Rounds?" Pansy asked, looking up at her boyfriend.
"I've been made prefect, remember?" he asked, looking back down at her. "I told you so in my last letter."
Pansy crossed her arms. "That was ages ago."
"Well you were at Quidditch Camp or whatever the bother it was. Honestly Pan, does your mother really think you've got what it takes to play Quidditch?" He laughed and sauntered off, leaving Pansy there to sulk. She even saw Millicent's face brighten up a little.
"I could play if I wanted to," Pansy scowled.
"Sure you could, dear," Millicent said, and she buried her face in a magazine, obviously bored now that Draco was gone. These little routines of Millicent's never went unnoticed. It had been obvious from day one that Millicent had a thing for Draco, as most of the Slytherin girls did, but for whatever reason, Draco liked Pansy, and even though Millicent had been known to throw herself at Draco, he simply was not interested.
The rest of the trip was uneventful, with Draco spending most of his time outside the cabin torturing first years and Gryffindors, and Pansy stuck with Millicent's constant hair flipping that was getting the ogled attention of Crabbe and Goyle. It was dark outside by the time Draco came back in and grabbed his trunks, pulling down Pansy's too for her.
"We'll be at Hogwarts soon," he said. "Might as well put on your robes."
Pansy obeyed and pulled her green and silver robes on over her outfit. She could make out the dark outline of the castle, something only those of magic blood could see. Pansy snorted; shame that privilege wasn't reserved for purebloods, only. But she sighed at her wish, something she strongly agreed with Draco upon, and waited for the train to come to a stop and the commotion to resume. She stood behind Draco, who shoved past everyone else and got them off the train quickly. A head of dark shaggy hair and scarlet robes caught Pansy's eye and she grabbed Draco's arm.
"Hey look Draco, it's your best mate," she said. Draco looked in the direction of Pansy's gaze and sneered, walking along and shoving past others to get to Harry Potter. He stopped in front of the four-eyed annoyance and put on his best bully face.
"I'd watch out this year if I were you, Potter," Draco spat. "I've been made prefect."
"Well so have I," Hermione spoke up, stepping up beside Harry. "So just back off Malfoy."
"I wasn't talking to you," Draco said, scowling at Hermione, who Pansy knew Draco couldn't stand to be in the presence of. "You dirty-blooded little tramp."
Harry and Ron drew their wands just as Hagrid walked up between the group, his twelve-foot body causing Pansy to step back or else her foot be crushed.
"Stop causing trouble, Malfoy," the half-giant said. Malfoy sneered up at Hagrid, shot a look at the Gryffindors, and trudged away, taking Pansy's hand and pulling her along.
"Don't let them bother you," Pansy said.
"Stupid Potter," he said. "Always in the damn way of things."
"But you're a prefect this year and he's not," Pansy reassured. "That has to stand for something."
They boarded the flying carriage with Crabbe and Goyle (Millicent had chosen to ride with a few other boys) and Draco snuck a small flask of firewhiskey out of his robes pocket.
"Here's to another year at Hogwarts," he said grimly, and took a long swig before passing it to Pansy.
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After having dinner in the Great Hall and waiting for the new first years to be sorted, Pansy couldn't wait to just go to her dormitories and settle in. It was eight o'clock by the time she had made it upstairs, pulled on a white shirt and pajama pants, and headed back downstairs to hang out with the others. As she walked downstairs to the Common Room, she noticed that a few boys were staring at her. She put forth her best efforts to ignore them and walked over to Draco, a few younger girls turning their noses up at her when the blonde Slytherin greeted Pansy and let her snuggle up beside him in the green overstuffed chair.
"Have you done something different, Pansy?" Blaise asked, studying Pansy in the same manner that the other boys had. Pansy shrugged. She noticed Blaise looking down at her chest, and she admitted to herself that her shirt did fit a bit snuggly, and her pants were a little low and revealed a bit of her newly tanned and toned stomach.
"Well, you look really good," Blaise finished. Pansy didn't even need to look at Millicent to know that she was fuming, but she did anyway, and yes, Millicent did indeed look confused and angry. Pansy smiled and kissed Draco lightly on the neck, knowing it would drive Millicent even crazier, but Draco shrugged her away and stood up.
"I'm going to go patrolling the hallways," he said, and he stood up and was gone. Pansy frowned and sank back into the chair, closing her eyes. She felt a warm body sit on the arm of the chair beside her and she snuck a peek upward.
"He's always running away from you," Millicent said, leaning down and petting Pansy's head. Pansy jerked away angrily and stood up.
"I'm going upstairs."
"Already?" Blaise said, standing up beside her.
"Yes," Pansy spat at him. "Already. You have Millicent here to keep you company."
"Okay, Pansy," Blaise said, raising a dark eyebrow, his emerald eyes flashing. "But it's your company I think I'd really enjoy." He whispered the last bit, as not to hurt Millicent's feelings, but Pansy shrugged it off and sulked up the stairs to her dormitory. It wasn't Blaise's compliments or pining she wanted. She wanted Draco, and she knew that the only reason she wanted him was because he kept it that way; always running off, or kissing her at random times and only when he wanted, or sometimes skipping class to do God-knows-what, leaving Pansy entirely in the dark on all occasions. But that was Draco, she thought, sighing. And that was the boy she fell in love with during first year. As Pansy crawled into bed, turning off the light and snuggling under the covers, she had one inkling thought playing in her mind as it wandered into the unconscious:
If she could change anything about Draco, would she?
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"Move it, out of the way!"
"Seventh years coming through!"
"Unless you want to buy a Coughing Couldron—"
"—or a pair of Nibbling Knickers—"
"—Then I suggest you—"
"—MOVE!"
A dozen or second years who looked either incredibly frightened or absolutely amazed gazed up at the Weasley twins and busied away, making room for their tall, lanky bodies to shove through the crowd of minglers in the Great Hall. Fred nudged his brother when he saw Harry and the others and the two of them sauntered over to the Gryffindor table, sitting down on either side of Hermione.
"Care to buy something, Hermione?" Fred asked, grinning at her troubled expression. She pouted and shoved her nose in her Arithmancy book.
"Please, Fred. I'm just trying to pretend that I didn't just see you two harassing that entire lot over there," Hermione huffed.
George put an arm around the stern prefect. "Ah Hermione, if we don't harass them now, they'll never learn!"
"How do you think we became such fine gentlemen!"
"You're lucky I don't take all of your little toys," Hermione said, shrugging George off. The twins laughed.
"And let us miss out on a fantastic sale?" Fred asked, batting his long eyelashes at Hermione. She sighed exasperatedly and turned away, only to face the same puppy dog look on George's face.
"You two are impossible," Hermione said, and she stood up, grabbing her things.
"Where are you going?" Ron asked, looking up from his plate of food all of a sudden, which he had been entirely engrossed in during the first part of the conversation.
"I'm going to sit with Luna," Hermione said defiantly.
"Ugh, don't sit with the Ravenclaws, we have our first match against them in a couple of weeks," Harry complained, scratching the back of his head and taking a piece of bacon off Hermione's plate.
"Yeah, you're conversing with the enemy!" Ron said.
"Oh, like I haven't heard that one before," Hermione said, and she shot the twins reproachful looks before stalking over to the Ravenclaw table.
"Stupid Krum…" Ron mumbled into his plate, taking another bite of his toast coated with horserat jam.
"What was that Ron?" Fred asked, grinning. George pulled out a green vile and dangled it in front of his younger brother.
"Love sick are we?"
"We can fix that!"
"Free of charge."
"If you're our guinea pig."
"Sometimes I think Hermione's right about you two," Ron sneered.
"Oh, she's entirely correct."
"We are impossible."
All of a sudden, Harry's eyes widened and he dropped his fork.
"No fucking way," Harry said. Everyone sitting around, even the twins, stopped eating to look at Harry. He was staring past the ginger hair of Fred Weasley to a spot across the room.
"What is it mate?" Fred asked, but Harry just shook his head.
"See for yourself."
Fred and George turned around simultaneously to look in the direction of Harry's former gaze, and Fred's eyes fell upon a beautiful brunette with sparkling violet eyes and red lips.
"Who's that?" George asked, raising his eyebrows and grinning in approval.
"Blimey, is that Pansy!" Ron said, nearly choking on his food, coughing hysterically, his eyes turning red and watery. Harry patted him on the back and nodded.
"Pansy…Pansy…" Fred said, taking one last look at the girl and turning back to face the others. "That name sounds a little familiar."
"She's Malfoy's girlfriend," Harry said bitterly.
"No, that's not Malfoy's girlfriend," George said, snorting. "Malfoy's girlfriend is that skinny little pale thing."
"Correction. She was that skinny little pale thing," Harry said.
Fred turned around and saw Pansy sit down at a table of ogling Slytherins—it seemed that none of them could take their eyes off Pansy either—everyone except Draco, who merely said hello to his girlfriend and went back to a heated conversation with Goyle.
"Damn," Fred said, watching Pansy take a sip of her drink. "Milk does do the body good."
"I'll say," George replied. As if she heard them, the Slytherin girl turned to look over at the Gryffindor table. Fred winked at her, and she scowled and turned away, but not before giving him a double take and putting a slim arm around Draco's waist.
"Don't even think about it," Ron said to the twins.
"What?" Fred asked innocently.
"She's out of your league."
Fred laughed. "I've yet to find someone who is out of my league, not even a Slytherin."
"Pansy Parkinson is," Harry agreed. "Besides, she's fucking in love with that prat."
"I assume you're referring to Malfoy," Fred said, rolling his eyes. "Listen, I never even said I wanted her."
"Oh, you don't have to say it," Ron said.
"Yeah, and neither does the rest of Hogwarts, apparently," said Harry. Fred shrugged, grabbed an apple, and stood up with his brother.
"Well, it's been fun," he said.
"We're off to do more business," George said.
"Or perhaps just to bother Granger."
"But we'll be doing that either way, whether it becomes our main goal or not."
"See you gits later."
Fred couldn't help casting another look at Pansy as he exited the Great Hall, and as he did so, he noticed that she had her head lowered, her arms crossed, her dark hair tucked behind her ears to reveal a morose expression on her face. Dating Draco or not, she didn't look happy, Fred thought, and he let that be his final one about her as he and his brother left the dining hall.