So in my haste to post this I forgot to put a few important things! First of all, the POV switches between Pansy and Hermione. I will indicate which is which and hopefully it won't be too confusing! Second, this is not and will not be an angst story, it's supposed to be light hearted, in good fun, and romantic so in this spirit please forgive any OOC things. Third, Snape is inexplicably alive. Idk man he just is. Finally please excuse any and all incompatibilities with what we know really happens. Obviously this is fake and as such it is my story to do with what I want! Anyways I hope you enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter and if I did I probably wouldn't share him with you :p
PANSY
"How about Potter?"
"Hmmm… I'd do him. I mean he's got that whole 'Chosen One' thing going on."
Daphne giggled, "I agree." I rolled my eyes, keeping to myself that she wasn't exactly a hard girl to bed.
"What about him?" I motioned to the dark boy sitting in front of me. My question went unanswered. Unfortunately for him, it seemed Daphne had rather taken a liking to the idea of Potter. The poor boy didn't stand a chance against her cherry red lip-gloss and thick, batting lashes and even from across the room I could see a deep blush creeping onto his cheeks. "Oh Merlin!"
Desperate to avoid the bizarre mating ritual now taking place in too close a proximity to me I turned my attention back to the lesson at hand. Charms was one of my favorite classes, easy as I found it, but today my attention span was not holding, an occurrence I was finding more and more typical. School seemed trivial after everything that had happened last year.
Everyone knows the story: Potter meets the Dark Lord, battle ensues, and Potter wins. Wooooh for him. Don't get me wrong; I was glad for it to be over! What I was less than thrilled about was the imprisonment of every adult I knew in the short time that followed. Oh the woes of being a Death Eater's child. Fortunately for me, and my Slytherin brethren, Hogwarts opened its arms to us for another year. Being an 8th year had its advantages but seeing as how I was already half way done with my 7th year before it all happened this year was more like rehab than school. Not that I had any other choice, it was either go to Hogwarts or Azkaban. I was lucky to have been offered a shot at redemption; a number of my friend's had not and were shipped off to Azkaban along with our parents.
Returning to Hogwarts was damn near mandatory for Draco, Blaise, Millicent, Daphne, and me but all other 8th years had the option. And hell if I had the option I certainly wouldn't have come back either! Actually thinking about it, it was a rather odd group that had returned. I, for one, could not have predicted that Potter and Weasley would be here, though we probably had that Granger twat to thank for it.
"Professor, if I may," Oh sweet Merlin she had not changed a bit.
"How is anyone supposed to concentrate with that running its mouth all the time?" I asked Daphne, louder than I had intended, and earned myself some glares.
"Did you say something Parkinson?"
I huffed, "You heard me, Granger. " I could see Flitwick debating with himself on whether or not he should intervene. "Shut your gob." And just because I was feeling rather snippy I added, "And I'd appreciate if you'd keep that bush you call hair under control, it's distracting." I waited, expecting sparks to fly but was sadly disappointed when it seemed that Weasley had been more insulted than she had been.
"At least my hair's real."
"What? Mine's real too!" And fabulously short and coiffed thank you very much!
"That's not what I heard." The smirk that graced her face stopped me dead in my track. Since when could a Gryffindor smirk like that? She had straight up stolen the patented Slytherin Bad-Ass smirk! I was sure Draco was fuming.
"Bitch!" Not my finest moment I must admit but nonetheless I had launched myself at her. Truth be told I had rather expected someone to stop me, seeing as how she was sitting at the table next to me and the chances of me missing her were quiet slim. But as luck would have it, no one did and so I found myself practically flying over the desk and knocking her out of her seat.
"Get her off!" She shrieked as I clawed at a mound of her "hair." I had barely gotten into a prime ass whopping position when I felt a pair of strong hands pulling me back at the waste. Potter set me down in a chair, more forcefully than he had to, I might add.
Flitwick came running over. "Ladies please! Your actions are deplorable!" I had a sinking feeling in my gut and knew what he was going to say before the words even left his mouth.
HERMIONE
"Detention? But Professor I didn't even do anything!" Not to mention that I did not have time for that! 8th year was a wonderful opportunity that I would rather not waste in detention thank you very much.
"You provoked Miss Parkinson; you will both serve detention. Please be back here at 8 o'clock."
"Yes sir," I mumbled and glared at Parkinson. She rolled her eyes and jumped off the chair, turning to face Harry.
"Man handle me again and you'll regret it Potter." In a huff she left, shortly followed by the rest of the Slytherins.
"You'd think she'd be grateful you didn't put her arse in Azkaban," Ron muttered as we left the classroom.
Harry shrugged, "I don't know, it's not exactly like she's got it easy now. The whole lot of them have been getting hell since they returned. Especially her and Malfoy."
I snorted, "She did try to offer you up to Voldemort in case you've forgotten."
"And Malfoy's a Death Eater!" Ron was still unhappy that Malfoy was here and not in Azkaban.
"He was," Harry corrected. It was kind of sweet really; Harry had truly forgiven them. He maintained that times were complicated and in the end we had to forgive all bad blood between us, a sentiment Malfoy seemed to agree with. School had been in session more than a month and while he still had a chip on his shoulder, he had yet to pick a fight with any of us. Not even so much as a snarky remark. It would appear that Parkinson had taken up where he left off.
"I'll see you later guys," I said, hoisting up my slipping bag. So many books!
"Where are you going?"
I smiled, "Library." I could hear their chuckling as I hurried off. If I had detention tonight then I was certainly not going to waste time now when I could be doing my homework. As usual the library was relatively empty save for a few fourth year Slytherin girls giggling at a table in the corner. I sat as far away from them as I could and got to work.
The International Confederation of Wizards argued-
"Eek!" I looked up to see the smallest Slytherin girl on the floor, her friends giggling furiously. She appeared to have leaned so far out of her chair that she had fallen; at what she was looking I could not see. I watched as she picked herself up and ran out of the library, her friends lingered for a moment before leaving, one waving flirtatiously as she went. I followed her line of vision back to a bored looking Draco Malfoy sitting at a table alone. Our eyes met and my breath caught in my throat. For a moment all I could hear was the sound of blood pounding in my ears, it was deafening. And as suddenly as it came, it went. Malfoy turned back to his book, looking bored as ever. I on the other hand was utterly confused. Suddenly feeling claustrophobic I grabbed my things and hurried into the hall. I leaned my head against the cool stone and breathed deeply for a moment. Something about Malfoy's gaze had been so intense, so deep, and it left me with an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach.
Detention came as a sort of relief, a distraction from those eyes that had been bothering me so. "Good evening Professor." I said politely as I entered the room.
"Merlin Granger must you always be such a suck up?" I ignored Pansy's bitter voice and took a seat near Flitwick. He motioned for her to join me and reluctantly she complied.
"My fourth years started summoning spells last week and the stuffing has been plucked out of most of the pillows. Tonight you two will be re-stuffing them, by hand." I looked at the pile of deflated pillows and counted roughly 40, not too bad.
"I will be back in one hour; I trust everything will be done by then." I silently begged him not to leave me alone with Pansy but of course, he did. As soon as he left I pulled a bag of feathers and a few pillows in front of me and began stuffing.
"Aren't you going to help?" I asked, noticing that Pansy hadn't moved an inch and was currently studying her nails as if they were a new form of life.
"Yea right," She said, pulling a nail file out of her bag.
"It's both our detention, I'm not doing all the work. " I shoved a bag of feathers at her and handed her a pillow. She glared but slowly took the pillow and began stuffing.
"Don't think I'm doing this because I want to help you, mud-" Pansy cut herself short and I saw fear in her eyes. Mudblood had become a forbidden word of sorts at Hogwarts; use of it could land you in detention or worse. "I didn't- It just slipped.."
I pursed my lips, willing my anger to dissipate. "Don't fret Parkinson I'm not going to report you." She looked guiltily at her lap and didn't say a word. "Though if I were you, I'd be more careful. Wouldn't want to end up being expelled and sent to Azkaban."
Her eyes flashed, "Is that a threat?"
"No," I rolled my eyes, "I, unlike you, don't need to resort to threats to get my point across."
"Ah yes," Pansy started stuffing a pillow forcibly, more like she was punching it, "Your Gryffindor sensibilities would never allow for such a thing."
"And what's that supposed to mean?"
"What do you think?" She spat, "You Gryffindors think you are so much better than everyone else. Prancing around like you own the school. Courage," Her laugh was filled with distain, "It's heroics for the sake of praise."
I could feel my blood boiling, "Well I'd rather be a Gryffindor than a Slytherin. In case you haven't noticed, the whole school hates you guys."
"And in case you haven't noticed, we don't need anyone else! We stick together, you think you know loyalty but you have no idea. You wouldn't last one minute in Slytherin."
I scoffed, "Slytherin, loyal? If that's what you call loyalty then I'd hate to see what stabbing someone in the back looks like. And you think I wouldn't last? Like being a Slytherin is hard? All you do is sulk around and complain about everything." Pansy opened her mouth to say something but I just spoke louder, "In Gryffindor you have to actually do things for yourself and you can't go running back to your mummy when it gets hard. Not only would you not be able to last in Gryffindor, you wouldn't even be brave enough to attempt to!"
"Wanna bet?" Her eyes flashed dangerously, daring me to take the offer.
Never one to back down I replied, "You're on."
This is just the start and I hope you all enjoy it. Reviews and feedback are always appreciated!
