Revealing a world deeper than Voldemort and Harry Potter, more powerful than Dumbledore and his Order, more influencial than the Ministry of Magic- It's a different magic, dangerous and ancient. It's a secret. Pansy's connection to the world is jugular, and her homelife foriegn to any human being. Yet, within this deep mystery, love blossoms in ways you wouldn't expect. Ways they didn't expect.

Blood Puzzles.

Two very different pairs of lips; yet so similar. Youthful and plump, aching to touch, pulsing red to just touch the other, breathing so lightly to not trigger reaction… One: cracked, stains of dark red on the inner lip, a budding bruise and dried blood connected lip to a chin. One: moist, a salty layer of tears embedded within skin, a shivering bottom lip connected to the silvery tear tracks.

The broken and the sorrowful met with heartbreak and consequence. How did we get here?

Bloody teardrops fell from their kiss…

It was like every year started.

I stared into my mirror and I raised my eyebrow and smirked at my reflection, that's right girls, Pansy Parkinson was back. I licked the front of my teeth and sharp edges gave pressured satisfaction. I breathed onto the mirror; a sharp mint mist gave me a mysterious unexplainable appearance.

"It's how the world sees me." I said, and Draco nodded. "Well… the human world."

I curled my lip in anticipation at the only other force of power within the Slytherin house. Of course, being male and dreadfully flamboyant he was the Prince of Snakes, pampered and adored, fussed over and with only vague-expectations on him. I, however was the Queen of house and next in line to receive the Dark throne. An underground system of true wizards, pureblood, halfblood and mudblood. Sorry, muggleborn. We follow purer, darker magic for certain situations, always looking out for those who carry the potential to wield this purer magic both physically and mentally. I had been specifically bred of two, too-powerful pure Dark Creatures to succeed the current Ambassador of magic-

"Pansy!" The shrill yet low tones of Draco's voice broke my train of thought. "Merlin's soul! We have to leave now." There was an unspoken 'duh' in his voice. Poof.

"I was just thinking about the Patils." I lied; my eyes met his in a challenge.

"You're so lucky you weren't born from human parents." He said, in an envious way, ignoring my attitude.

"What?!"

"Normal people don't look like you, Pansy. Or me either, but you're different." He said, happy and overly vain.

"I am aware, but no one else is aware of why, so don't speak it so freely." I said, with a roll of my eyes. "Fag."

Draco's pretty, stormy eyes sparkled with glee at the insult as he then threw his head back flamboyantly with a gasp. Truly, he was faggotised. He turned and opening the jar of block blue dust he murmured to me: "Are your parents under control, as of late?"

"No. They aren't…"

As I stepped into the magical flames I could hear the supernatural snarls, a muggle scream… The smell of muggle flesh permeated the silence.

My parents had woken up.

I stepped out of the brick wall and felt Draco behind me, smirking and eyeing up potential with his belittling gaze. I knew how the other boys would feel with such a predator stalking them- they would feel confused. Draco had the appearance of an angel but the behaviour of a hellhound. He was the bad influence you loved to experience and later regretted because he had gotten bored with your clinginess. Draco made a fatal mistake with his boys, he was too personal, and he let them feel at ease with him and that made him more vulnerable to them. It made them think they could persist even if he said no- it gave them hope that he would eventually come to his senses.

I, however, handled the matter entirely differently. I kept myself mysterious, never revealed anything serious but of the few words I would say to my girls… they left dangerous impressions that inspired lust, which benefited me. However, if I wanted them to leave me I might just show a slither of the real danger I had inside of me. There was nothing glamorous about that danger.

I did my usual impressionable expression: the right side of my top lip curled in amusement, my red tongue slid along viciously beautiful teeth slowly, and my long, dark eyebrow raised and I slowly smiled. There was nothing pleasant about my smile; it was animalistic and unrefined in the most intimidatingly refined way. It was Dark. I was Dark.

"Parkinson." Came a childishly challenging voice.

My eyes focussed, and there stood Harry Potter in front of me. Fucking hell. Had he cottoned onto the more obvious power shift? Draco and I had had talked over the summer and decided it was time to display the power dynamics within Slytherin hierarchy. I mean, Slytherin hierarchy was Hogwart's hierarchy. Considering we were soon coming to an end in our education, my mysterious importance had to be displayed to the future of the wizarding world, so when I approached those with Pure and Dark potential. The secret life of the Dark and my intense connection with it was terrifying, and that wasn't including my own personal Darkness… and Pureness. The Chosen One had no idea that his impending death, or defeat of Voldemort meant nothing. Niente. It was a blip on the radar, as was Voldemort.

Yet here he was. Glaring at me. A Weasley next to him, squinting at me.

"Goodbye, dear Saviour." I said, it was stupid, I was provoking a little boy with a massive self-esteem and even bigger posse to inflate the ego further. I walked around him, and I could predict Draco's reaction. It was carefree, glad to rid of Potter's weight, winking at Weasley and shaking his hips at the One. I heard sneers and a humph.

"Harry, Ron!"

I heard no words behind me, but a voice, and the sound harmonised through the excited chatter on the station, calm and beautiful. I felt myself relax, my eyes shut and stress eased out of my pores. A genuine smile lit up my usually brooding face. I turned, pleasant warmth spreading through my stomach at the feminine notes… It was strange and beautiful, this feeling… I gazed past Draco's strong, angelic features…

"Granger?"

I really hope you enjoyed that, and that I've made you want to keep reading. I have a real worry that it's appearing like your average Dark Slytherin seduces Good Gryffindor, because it's going a different paths than that whole cliche fanfic. It's really choppy I know, but, no beta- it's hard to choose and recieve replies from betas. I'd love a review, if you liked it or if you didn't.

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