(A/N:) Alright so this is my second story, definately different. I like twisting characters a bit. Hope you enjoy it and R&R. I'll try and update as soon as possible if i get reviews. Yippie i know lol. Well, Thanks lots! On with the story!
bChapter 1: A bit different/b
Pansy forced herself to withdraw from the safety of her bed. She was already ten minutes later than usual.
"Pansy get up!" Celeste shouted, yanking the covers off her friend. Pansy groaned and tumbled off the edge, smacking into the hard floor. She heard Celeste's laughter fade away into the direction of the bathroom. Pansy stumbled up and walked into the bathroom where she was greeted by something that smelled rather foul.
"What is that ismell/i?" she almost shrieked. Celeste was by another of the sinks with a clip on her nose.
"Beats me. But I don't particularly want to find out. Let's just get out of here as quickly as possible." Celeste said, pulling a brush through her nearly flawless hair. Pansy looked in the mirror, making sure she was at least somewhat decent looking. She had changed quite a lot of the summer after her sixth year at Hogwarts. Her hair was now a long dark brown with blond and red highlights mixed in. Her face had somehow turned from awkward looking to defined and, as she had heard from whispers, nothing like her parents. Her skin now a golden brown and her body with beautiful but soft curves. All in all she looked almost like a whole new person.
A smile crossed her lips as she ran a brush through her own hair. It fell gracefully down to her mid back in long straight layers.
Quickly putting her clothes on and taking one last look in the mirror while applying a shiny layer of lip gloss, she followed Celeste out of the bathroom and back into the girls dorms.
Both girls charmed themselves to smell like different flowers. Celeste went with a lavender smell and Pansy chose, not surprising Celeste, rose. Pansy cleared her throat and blinked her long eyelashes. It was time to put on her mask, the one she wore everyday. The one she hated to wear. But it was necessary, or so her mother said.
"Best not be late to meet Draco!" she piped up. Celeste rolled her eyes with a soft groan. Pansy kicked herself mentally every time she pushed herself to ignore the ways Draco treated her. He was filth to her, and she hated him with all she had. But…no one had to know that, right?
"You know sometimes I think you are more of a pet than a girlfriend the way you follow him around." Celeste pointed out. Pansy glared at her friend. The only one she felt she could talk to. The only one she hated not being able to show her true self to. Instead of feeling sorry for herself however, she slapped on a pompous smile and trotted down to the entrance of the common room.
There, leaning against the wall, hair falling just in front of his face, Draco stood, silver eyes flashing with anger at the sight of her.
"You're late." Were the first words he spoke to her. She loathed him, wanted to slap him right there on the spot. But instead…
"Sorry Dracee. I hope you're not mad!" her face pouted, but the sincerity never reached her eyes which were searching his as though they might hold some answers. Draco glared at her with menace and then turned, stalking to the portrait hole with disgusting grace. She rolled her eyes and then piped up.
"Dracee!" she shouted, running to catch up with him, arm intertwining in his. He seemed to stiffen at her touch but she was determined. There was one pleasure out of getting to pretend to be someone else, she got to annoy the hell out of him and still be happy about it.
They walked down the great hall, Pansy chatting mindlessly about something that Celeste had said the other day. Or maybe someone else had said it, she wasn't sure. Things were never clear in her mind anymore. The problem with being someone else for so long is, you start to become that person. That was what scared Pansy the most. The thought of actually liking Draco made her shudder.
Without realizing it, as they entered the Great Hall, her eyes strayed to the Gryffindor table where Potter, Weasley, and, as Draco liked to call her, the mudblood, were all seated eating and laughing happily. Pansy also found herself gazing a little too long at Potter. He had definitely grown into an amazingly good looking guy.i God Damn! Stop that! You concentrate on Draco, no one else. /i Still, even after drifting her gaze back to the Slytherins, his face played in her mind like a subtle taunt. A nightmare was more like it.
Draco kept glancing at her through the meal. She knew he had noticed the change in her when he had seemingly not even recognized her at the start of the year. She knew she looked a hell of a lot better than before. More to the point, she looked good. Even on Draco's standards.
She wanted to say 'Yes Draco that's right, I look good don't I? You want me now huh? Now that I'm not just some odd looking girl.' But instead she ate unusually quietly.
"Don't tell me you've lost you're voice Parkinson. What? You think you can change your appearance and then you'll win my heart?" Draco sneered. Pansy snorted, causing Draco to cock one eyebrow at her. She quickly cleared her throat.i Think Pansy, think. /i
"Just wanted to make myself more presentable for you." She replied quickly, batting her eyelashes at him and flipping her hair in a not so casual way. This time it was Draco who snorted. Pansy turned back and looked at her plate. She felt herself getting queezy from the thought of what she had said. Why in the name of Merlin would she change herself for him? It was almost as if she had slapped herself. Get a hold of yourself. She thought, but too late, her eyes straying once more to the Gryffindor table. Fortunately, the trio seemed to have left.
"Ready for the game today Draco?" an all to familiar voice echoed in her head. At first she thought it was only her mind playing a trick on her, but as Draco turned, she knew it wasn't. A small inaudible sigh escaped her lips as she too, turned to face them. Potter was standing, Weasley and the Mudblood behind him, a grin playing on his lips. Pansy felt his gaze rest on her for a moment, eyes seeming to search for the old, ugly Parkinson she used to be.
"Potter, I suggest you keep on walking straight out the door before your head gets too big. Might weigh you down a bit at the match. We don't want to be giving Draco such an unfair advantage." She heard herself slip.i Damn Damn Damn. Keep your big mouth shut./i She scolded herself. Both Draco and Potter looked at her with a bit of surprise. Normally she only came off with stupid remarks such as 'You don't want to go there' or 'I wouldn't say that if I were you' type things. It was what she had taught herself. Be dumb, she always said. It made her look clingier, more desperate.
She coughed lightly and then fiddled with a loose string on her robes. Potter's eyes were seeming to pierce her skin like a thousand tiny needles. It was unsettling and yet exhilarating at the same time.
The red haired boy who Pansy liked to call BoBo the Clown, stepped up, fists clenched. Potter shook his head.
"Let it go Ron." He said. Pansy stood, gathering her books, and walked out of the Great Hall, not even realizing she had not said one word to Malfoy. A smile crossed her lips.i Well, a little of being bitchy towards him wont screw me over. /i Then a thought crossed her mind. Why hadn't Potter replied to her comment? Surely he wasn't one to take that kind of crap. So then, what was it? He loathed her she knew, but still…
"Pansy." She heard a voice call, knocking her out of her thoughts. Her feet stopped mid step causing her slip, arms waving, about to crash into the person behind her who had called her name, the person she hoped, while mentally kicking herself for thinking it at all, would catch her.
(A/N: Couldn't quite figure out how to end the chapter but i think it ended up ok. *ahem* i think. lol. Anway let me know what you think! And thanks for reading! I should update soon, if not, you may bug me until i do. It should get me going. hehe.)
bChapter 1: A bit different/b
Pansy forced herself to withdraw from the safety of her bed. She was already ten minutes later than usual.
"Pansy get up!" Celeste shouted, yanking the covers off her friend. Pansy groaned and tumbled off the edge, smacking into the hard floor. She heard Celeste's laughter fade away into the direction of the bathroom. Pansy stumbled up and walked into the bathroom where she was greeted by something that smelled rather foul.
"What is that ismell/i?" she almost shrieked. Celeste was by another of the sinks with a clip on her nose.
"Beats me. But I don't particularly want to find out. Let's just get out of here as quickly as possible." Celeste said, pulling a brush through her nearly flawless hair. Pansy looked in the mirror, making sure she was at least somewhat decent looking. She had changed quite a lot of the summer after her sixth year at Hogwarts. Her hair was now a long dark brown with blond and red highlights mixed in. Her face had somehow turned from awkward looking to defined and, as she had heard from whispers, nothing like her parents. Her skin now a golden brown and her body with beautiful but soft curves. All in all she looked almost like a whole new person.
A smile crossed her lips as she ran a brush through her own hair. It fell gracefully down to her mid back in long straight layers.
Quickly putting her clothes on and taking one last look in the mirror while applying a shiny layer of lip gloss, she followed Celeste out of the bathroom and back into the girls dorms.
Both girls charmed themselves to smell like different flowers. Celeste went with a lavender smell and Pansy chose, not surprising Celeste, rose. Pansy cleared her throat and blinked her long eyelashes. It was time to put on her mask, the one she wore everyday. The one she hated to wear. But it was necessary, or so her mother said.
"Best not be late to meet Draco!" she piped up. Celeste rolled her eyes with a soft groan. Pansy kicked herself mentally every time she pushed herself to ignore the ways Draco treated her. He was filth to her, and she hated him with all she had. But…no one had to know that, right?
"You know sometimes I think you are more of a pet than a girlfriend the way you follow him around." Celeste pointed out. Pansy glared at her friend. The only one she felt she could talk to. The only one she hated not being able to show her true self to. Instead of feeling sorry for herself however, she slapped on a pompous smile and trotted down to the entrance of the common room.
There, leaning against the wall, hair falling just in front of his face, Draco stood, silver eyes flashing with anger at the sight of her.
"You're late." Were the first words he spoke to her. She loathed him, wanted to slap him right there on the spot. But instead…
"Sorry Dracee. I hope you're not mad!" her face pouted, but the sincerity never reached her eyes which were searching his as though they might hold some answers. Draco glared at her with menace and then turned, stalking to the portrait hole with disgusting grace. She rolled her eyes and then piped up.
"Dracee!" she shouted, running to catch up with him, arm intertwining in his. He seemed to stiffen at her touch but she was determined. There was one pleasure out of getting to pretend to be someone else, she got to annoy the hell out of him and still be happy about it.
They walked down the great hall, Pansy chatting mindlessly about something that Celeste had said the other day. Or maybe someone else had said it, she wasn't sure. Things were never clear in her mind anymore. The problem with being someone else for so long is, you start to become that person. That was what scared Pansy the most. The thought of actually liking Draco made her shudder.
Without realizing it, as they entered the Great Hall, her eyes strayed to the Gryffindor table where Potter, Weasley, and, as Draco liked to call her, the mudblood, were all seated eating and laughing happily. Pansy also found herself gazing a little too long at Potter. He had definitely grown into an amazingly good looking guy.i God Damn! Stop that! You concentrate on Draco, no one else. /i Still, even after drifting her gaze back to the Slytherins, his face played in her mind like a subtle taunt. A nightmare was more like it.
Draco kept glancing at her through the meal. She knew he had noticed the change in her when he had seemingly not even recognized her at the start of the year. She knew she looked a hell of a lot better than before. More to the point, she looked good. Even on Draco's standards.
She wanted to say 'Yes Draco that's right, I look good don't I? You want me now huh? Now that I'm not just some odd looking girl.' But instead she ate unusually quietly.
"Don't tell me you've lost you're voice Parkinson. What? You think you can change your appearance and then you'll win my heart?" Draco sneered. Pansy snorted, causing Draco to cock one eyebrow at her. She quickly cleared her throat.i Think Pansy, think. /i
"Just wanted to make myself more presentable for you." She replied quickly, batting her eyelashes at him and flipping her hair in a not so casual way. This time it was Draco who snorted. Pansy turned back and looked at her plate. She felt herself getting queezy from the thought of what she had said. Why in the name of Merlin would she change herself for him? It was almost as if she had slapped herself. Get a hold of yourself. She thought, but too late, her eyes straying once more to the Gryffindor table. Fortunately, the trio seemed to have left.
"Ready for the game today Draco?" an all to familiar voice echoed in her head. At first she thought it was only her mind playing a trick on her, but as Draco turned, she knew it wasn't. A small inaudible sigh escaped her lips as she too, turned to face them. Potter was standing, Weasley and the Mudblood behind him, a grin playing on his lips. Pansy felt his gaze rest on her for a moment, eyes seeming to search for the old, ugly Parkinson she used to be.
"Potter, I suggest you keep on walking straight out the door before your head gets too big. Might weigh you down a bit at the match. We don't want to be giving Draco such an unfair advantage." She heard herself slip.i Damn Damn Damn. Keep your big mouth shut./i She scolded herself. Both Draco and Potter looked at her with a bit of surprise. Normally she only came off with stupid remarks such as 'You don't want to go there' or 'I wouldn't say that if I were you' type things. It was what she had taught herself. Be dumb, she always said. It made her look clingier, more desperate.
She coughed lightly and then fiddled with a loose string on her robes. Potter's eyes were seeming to pierce her skin like a thousand tiny needles. It was unsettling and yet exhilarating at the same time.
The red haired boy who Pansy liked to call BoBo the Clown, stepped up, fists clenched. Potter shook his head.
"Let it go Ron." He said. Pansy stood, gathering her books, and walked out of the Great Hall, not even realizing she had not said one word to Malfoy. A smile crossed her lips.i Well, a little of being bitchy towards him wont screw me over. /i Then a thought crossed her mind. Why hadn't Potter replied to her comment? Surely he wasn't one to take that kind of crap. So then, what was it? He loathed her she knew, but still…
"Pansy." She heard a voice call, knocking her out of her thoughts. Her feet stopped mid step causing her slip, arms waving, about to crash into the person behind her who had called her name, the person she hoped, while mentally kicking herself for thinking it at all, would catch her.
(A/N: Couldn't quite figure out how to end the chapter but i think it ended up ok. *ahem* i think. lol. Anway let me know what you think! And thanks for reading! I should update soon, if not, you may bug me until i do. It should get me going. hehe.)