An Enemy's Mistake
Chapter One: An Idea
Pansy sat alone in Slytherin's common room, positively chilled to the bone. She shivered slightly, and got up to poke the fire. The silvery flames licked the logs as she pushed them around. Since it was no use, she grabbed a blanket and plopped down on the green clad couch closest to the fire.
Where is he? she asked herself checking her watch. Alone was certainly not the way she wanted to spend her first day back at Hogwarts. He was supposed to meet her in their common room over an hour ago. The trap door opened to reveal the slim blonde. Pansy immediately sat up, straightening her shortened skirt, marching over to him. He could have sworn he saw her steaming at the ears.
"Draco Malfoy, WHERE in the name of Merlin have you been?" She shrieked, her blonde curls flying about her face as she waved her arms around in rage. He smirked at her, and pulled her arms down to her side. She let out a whimper of protest, but quickly composed herself.
"Around," he sneered. Pansy glared at him. She hated it when he acted secretive.
"If you think that kissing me will get you out of this, you're wrong! You will tell me right now why you wanted to talk to me, and why you are late. I was about to think it was the first time I've been stood up!" she pouted, gazing into his silvery eyes.
"I am a Malfoy, and don't need to explain myself, not even to you. I wanted to tell you that we're over. Hand over the necklace," Draco drawled, no hint of compassion in his voice. He abruptly let go of her, watching as she stumbled backwards. She regained her balance; staring at him, puzzled.
"Don't look at me like that Pansy. Just give me the necklace, and I might give you one last kiss." he teased. Her icy blue eyes narrowed. She brought her hand up to her neck and tugged on a practically invisible chain. Breaking it, she handed it to Draco. He raised his eyebrows at her rebellious state, clutched the locket in his hand, and marched out of the common room, his cloak billowing out behind him.
Pansy remained standing, no hint of hurt, or anger, or any emotion on her face as he left her. As soon as the trap door closed, tears streamed down her cheeks. She took a deep breath, and ran up to her dorm room. The other girls inside glanced at Pansy as she slowly walked inside, not noticing her upset state.
"Well, we're going to dinner. We've been waiting for you, are you coming?" A tall brunette asked, walking to the door.
"No, I'm not hungry." Pansy replied bluntly, lying down on her four poster bed, closing her emerald curtains. She listened as the rest of the girls in her year filed out of the room, and up the stairs to the common room. As soon as the door shut, Pansy let it all pour out. Silent tears flowed down, as she shook from the crying. Pansy flung her face into her pillow as to hide the sobs. She began to beat on her bed wildly, sobbing loudly, not caring whether anyone heard her anymore.
"Why do I have to be in damned Slytherin? No one's allowed to have compassion, the truth, or show their real feelings. If I was in Huffelpuff people would console me. Ravenclaw, well they would think of some way to get back at him. Gryffindor, they would most likely go hex Draco. But Slytherins keep feelings to themselves, that way no one gets hurt." Pansy hiccuped, thinking of her two faced friends, and how they were probably fawning over Draco right now in the Great Hall. Sure Pansy hadn't told them, but after spending six years with someone, you tend to know when something's wrong, and what it is.
Pansy rubbed her eyes, and got up. She gazed into her mirror. A not so tall, but certainly not short girl, with curly blonde hair stared back at her.
"Not looking the best today, are we dearie?" The mirror asked. Pansy huffed, and marched out of the room. Where to go? The Library, no one will be in there! She thought, taking a mad dash off down the hall to somewhere she knew she could be alone.
***
Hermione walked down the hall, Ron and Harry on either one of her sides, down to the Great hall. She resembled a dwarf standing between the two. They were already late for dinner, thanks to Hermione's lecturing the two on completing their homework on time.
"Hurry up Hermione, I'm starved!" Ron pushed, taking her arm, practically pulling her down the hallway.
"Ouch Ron let go!" she yelped. He didn't listen, but he did let go of her once they reached the doors to the great hall. The three pushed the doors open and walked slowly inside. They quickly found three seats towards the end of the table next to Ginny, and plopped down.
"Hello Harry, Hermione, Ron. Saved the seats for you," Ginny replied coyly, chancing a sideways glance at Harry. She was fifteen and still had a mild crush on Harry. Hermione winked at Ginny and scooted closer to her.
"Still like him huh?" she asked the small red head. Ginny's brown eyes widened in surprise.
"I have no idea as to what you're talking about." Ginny replied, biting into a forkful of steak and mashed potatoes. Hermione let out a sigh, and loaded food onto her plate. She looked across the table at Ron, who was currently stuffing his face.
"Ron?" Hermione asked looking skeptically at him.
"Hmm?" He mumbled, looking up from his plate, swallowing his bit of food.
"How do you stay so thin?" she asked, trying to contain her laughter, but was failing miserably. She snorted uncontrollably, causing Ginny to burst out into laughter next to her. Harry snorted into his plate of food as well. He looked contently at Hermione. Ginny was giggling madly, her face turning bright red. Ron put on a shocked look.
"I resent that. It's not like I eat constantly or anything." At this, Ginny began howling with laughter, wiping tears from her eyes. Harry and Hermione shared a sideways glance and burried their heads in their plates. Most of the Great Hall was staring at them, except a few select Slytherins. Ron shrugged his shoulders, and they all turned back to their meals. After they had all calmed down Harry wiped off his glasses with his napkin to clean off the pumpkin juice Seamus had spit out when he heard Ron.
A bunch of giggling Slytherins entered the great hall. Harry, Ron, and Hermione only knew them to be apart of Pansy's gang. A particularly tall brunette winked at Harry and continued walking to the Slytherin table. Harry recoiled in disgust.
"Did you see that Slytherin?" he spat, scrunching his face up as if he had just sucked on a lemon. Ron let out a chuckle.
"Glad good old 'Mione here is just another one of the guys, and not a gossiping two faced girl." Harry said affectionately, patting the top of her head. Hermione's brow furrowed as she turned to face him. She cocked her head to the side, malice dancing in her eyes.
"I'm not a girl?" She asked scornfully. Harry nervously pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
"Erm, you know that's not what I meant Hermione," he replied, biting his lower lip.
"But that's what it turned out to be didn't it? Well do you know what? I may not wear my skirt up so high you can see my kickers, and I may not put gobs of makeup on, and I may not sleep around with guys, but I AM a girl!" she huffed, turning on her heel, storming out of the great hall.
"The nerve. How could he even mention something like that? I thought after the ball in FOURTH YEAR that they realized I was a girl! ARGH!" Hermione practically screamed to herself, stopping at a door. The library door in fact.
"Go figure, I wind up at the library." She muttered to herself as she creaked the door open. Hermione peeked her head inside, only to find no one was there, not even the vulture looking librarian, Madame Prince. She quickly walked inside, and grabbed a random book off a shelf. She then ventured to the armchair in the very back of the library, not noticing the door creak open a second time.
***
Pansy wiped the lingering tears from her face, just in case someone happened to be inside. She opened the door wide, and strode in. When she found the library absent of everything except books, she grabbed one from the shelf and headed to her favorite chair in the back of the room. She stopped abruptly when she spotted a mass of bushy brown hair and a red hair band.
"Hermione." Pansy breathed. Well she certainly wouldn't let the little Mudblood get in her way. This was her library right now. Pansy picked up her chest, and strode over to Hermoine gently tapping her on the shoulder.
What met Pansy, she never would have expected. Hermione's tear strewn face swiveled around, making Pansy gasp. She felt a pang of compassion for the girl, but stood with the look of scorn on her face.
"What?" Hermione hissed staring up at Pansy.
"You're in my seat," Pansy replied bluntly, staring at Hermione.
"Well, what was I thinking, I should let the princess of Slytherin sit, shouldn't I?" Hermione asked sarcastically, getting up and sitting in the chair opposite Pansy.
"What crawled up your knickers and died?" Pansy asked, setting her book on the floor. Hermione glared at her.
"It's none of your business!" She growled. Pansy shrugged her shoulders, and opened her book. Hermione did the same.
"But, they have no right to call me one of the guys do they?" Hermione asked after a few minutes, slamming her book on her legs. Now we're getting somewhere. Pansy thought, placing her book down as well.
"No, they don't. Why would they even say that to you? You most certainly are a girl. At least Blaise thinks you are. That's all he ever talks about during meals," Pansy pointed out. This is too good to be true! Granger is confessing everything to ME! Pansy laughed to herself, an evil grin creeping about the edges of her lips. Hermione's jaw dropped at Pansy's remark.
"He, he what?" She asked, dumfounded. Pansy nodded her head.
"Why do you think Harry and Ron stick by you all the time? Not because they suddenly feel an urgency to study, I'll assure you of that. They wanted to protect you from the big bad, handsome if I may add, Slytherin. Ever wonder where that one cat call came from at the end of last year?" Pansy asked. Hermione gaped at her, shaking her head no.
"I, I, I thought that was a joke someone was playing on me."
"No, it was real."
"Still, they had no right to call me one of the guys!" Hermione spat, bringing them back on subject. Pansy heaved a heavy sigh.
"As I said before, no they didn't. When you say 'they', do you mean Harry and Ron?" Pansy asked, trying to get everything straight. Hermione nodded her head.
"Oh come on! You're upset over that? That's nothing! They care about you! I bet you they were saying you're so close to them; that you are one of them, and they feel comfortable enough talking to you, just as if you're a guy. They know you won't go telling everyone what they said. Poor little Gryffindor, she has friends." Pansy retorted, her voice dripping with ice. Hermoine glared at her.
"It's not like I want that kind of affection from one of them!" she practically screamed. Hermione's eyes widened in surprise, and she clapped her hand over her mouth.
"Am I the only one who finally got a confession out of you about liking Harry?" Pansy asked as if she didn't believe it.
"How did you know it was Harry? Am I that obvious?" Hermione asked biting her lower lip nervously. Pansy rolled her eyes.
"No, I'm just good. You don't have it half as bad as you think."
"What happened?"
"None of your business."
"I just told you a secret no one knows, it's only fair that you do too."
"No."
"Yes."
"NO!"
"YES!"
"NO!"
"YES, besides being the best witch in our year, I could whip up a little truth potion of some kind."
"You wouldn't dare!"
"Oh yes I would. What are you going to do, sick little Malfoy on me?" Pansy's face fell. Hermione felt guilt wash over her. She had definitely hit a sore spot.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." Hermione replied sympathetically.
"I might as well tell you now." Pansy said, avoiding Hermione's eyes.
"We, broke up." She finally let out.
"That's it?" Hermione asked. Pansy nodded her head.
"Give me a break! One boy broke up with PANSY PARKINSON! You could get any guy in our year if you just acted nice. Boohoo, no more little stuck up ferret. It would be a synch to play your role any day!" Hermione briefly lectured.
"It's not like it would be hard to be little Ms. Goody-Goody Granger!" Pansy retorted.
"It's harder than you think," Hermione sighed.
"How about we switch places." Pansy suggested, the challenge suddenly appealing, though if it were any other day she would not have even thought about it. She was sore; she just wanted to get away from Draco, away from the rest of the Slytherins.
"I'll prove I can be you, and make Harry want me, and you can make Draco sorry he dumped me. I mean just look at the way you have Ron hanging on your every word." She continued. Hermione looked at her as if she had ten heads.
"You're completely bonkers Parkinson, you know that?" Hermione replied standing up.
"Am not, besides, we could pull it off. It's not like we're dense or anything," she grinned.
"Do you know how much trouble we could get into? I could be kicked out of my prefect position!" Hermione replied, falling back into her chair at the thought.
"I wouldn't spoil it for you. Ah, never mind little Gryffindor is too afraid. I understand." Pansy snickered, sitting up, preparing to leave. Hermione pulled her cloak close to her.
"I'll do it." She whispered. Pansy wheeled around, a grin playing at her lips.
"Good. Anastasia had to make Polyjuice potion over the summer for Snape. We'll use that. Meet me back here at midnight." Pansy instructed. Hermione went to open her mouth to reply, but the other girl was already gone.
"What have I gotten myself into?" Hermione moaned, falling back in her chair.
Pansy sat alone in Slytherin's common room, positively chilled to the bone. She shivered slightly, and got up to poke the fire. The silvery flames licked the logs as she pushed them around. Since it was no use, she grabbed a blanket and plopped down on the green clad couch closest to the fire.
Where is he? she asked herself checking her watch. Alone was certainly not the way she wanted to spend her first day back at Hogwarts. He was supposed to meet her in their common room over an hour ago. The trap door opened to reveal the slim blonde. Pansy immediately sat up, straightening her shortened skirt, marching over to him. He could have sworn he saw her steaming at the ears.
"Draco Malfoy, WHERE in the name of Merlin have you been?" She shrieked, her blonde curls flying about her face as she waved her arms around in rage. He smirked at her, and pulled her arms down to her side. She let out a whimper of protest, but quickly composed herself.
"Around," he sneered. Pansy glared at him. She hated it when he acted secretive.
"If you think that kissing me will get you out of this, you're wrong! You will tell me right now why you wanted to talk to me, and why you are late. I was about to think it was the first time I've been stood up!" she pouted, gazing into his silvery eyes.
"I am a Malfoy, and don't need to explain myself, not even to you. I wanted to tell you that we're over. Hand over the necklace," Draco drawled, no hint of compassion in his voice. He abruptly let go of her, watching as she stumbled backwards. She regained her balance; staring at him, puzzled.
"Don't look at me like that Pansy. Just give me the necklace, and I might give you one last kiss." he teased. Her icy blue eyes narrowed. She brought her hand up to her neck and tugged on a practically invisible chain. Breaking it, she handed it to Draco. He raised his eyebrows at her rebellious state, clutched the locket in his hand, and marched out of the common room, his cloak billowing out behind him.
Pansy remained standing, no hint of hurt, or anger, or any emotion on her face as he left her. As soon as the trap door closed, tears streamed down her cheeks. She took a deep breath, and ran up to her dorm room. The other girls inside glanced at Pansy as she slowly walked inside, not noticing her upset state.
"Well, we're going to dinner. We've been waiting for you, are you coming?" A tall brunette asked, walking to the door.
"No, I'm not hungry." Pansy replied bluntly, lying down on her four poster bed, closing her emerald curtains. She listened as the rest of the girls in her year filed out of the room, and up the stairs to the common room. As soon as the door shut, Pansy let it all pour out. Silent tears flowed down, as she shook from the crying. Pansy flung her face into her pillow as to hide the sobs. She began to beat on her bed wildly, sobbing loudly, not caring whether anyone heard her anymore.
"Why do I have to be in damned Slytherin? No one's allowed to have compassion, the truth, or show their real feelings. If I was in Huffelpuff people would console me. Ravenclaw, well they would think of some way to get back at him. Gryffindor, they would most likely go hex Draco. But Slytherins keep feelings to themselves, that way no one gets hurt." Pansy hiccuped, thinking of her two faced friends, and how they were probably fawning over Draco right now in the Great Hall. Sure Pansy hadn't told them, but after spending six years with someone, you tend to know when something's wrong, and what it is.
Pansy rubbed her eyes, and got up. She gazed into her mirror. A not so tall, but certainly not short girl, with curly blonde hair stared back at her.
"Not looking the best today, are we dearie?" The mirror asked. Pansy huffed, and marched out of the room. Where to go? The Library, no one will be in there! She thought, taking a mad dash off down the hall to somewhere she knew she could be alone.
***
Hermione walked down the hall, Ron and Harry on either one of her sides, down to the Great hall. She resembled a dwarf standing between the two. They were already late for dinner, thanks to Hermione's lecturing the two on completing their homework on time.
"Hurry up Hermione, I'm starved!" Ron pushed, taking her arm, practically pulling her down the hallway.
"Ouch Ron let go!" she yelped. He didn't listen, but he did let go of her once they reached the doors to the great hall. The three pushed the doors open and walked slowly inside. They quickly found three seats towards the end of the table next to Ginny, and plopped down.
"Hello Harry, Hermione, Ron. Saved the seats for you," Ginny replied coyly, chancing a sideways glance at Harry. She was fifteen and still had a mild crush on Harry. Hermione winked at Ginny and scooted closer to her.
"Still like him huh?" she asked the small red head. Ginny's brown eyes widened in surprise.
"I have no idea as to what you're talking about." Ginny replied, biting into a forkful of steak and mashed potatoes. Hermione let out a sigh, and loaded food onto her plate. She looked across the table at Ron, who was currently stuffing his face.
"Ron?" Hermione asked looking skeptically at him.
"Hmm?" He mumbled, looking up from his plate, swallowing his bit of food.
"How do you stay so thin?" she asked, trying to contain her laughter, but was failing miserably. She snorted uncontrollably, causing Ginny to burst out into laughter next to her. Harry snorted into his plate of food as well. He looked contently at Hermione. Ginny was giggling madly, her face turning bright red. Ron put on a shocked look.
"I resent that. It's not like I eat constantly or anything." At this, Ginny began howling with laughter, wiping tears from her eyes. Harry and Hermione shared a sideways glance and burried their heads in their plates. Most of the Great Hall was staring at them, except a few select Slytherins. Ron shrugged his shoulders, and they all turned back to their meals. After they had all calmed down Harry wiped off his glasses with his napkin to clean off the pumpkin juice Seamus had spit out when he heard Ron.
A bunch of giggling Slytherins entered the great hall. Harry, Ron, and Hermione only knew them to be apart of Pansy's gang. A particularly tall brunette winked at Harry and continued walking to the Slytherin table. Harry recoiled in disgust.
"Did you see that Slytherin?" he spat, scrunching his face up as if he had just sucked on a lemon. Ron let out a chuckle.
"Glad good old 'Mione here is just another one of the guys, and not a gossiping two faced girl." Harry said affectionately, patting the top of her head. Hermione's brow furrowed as she turned to face him. She cocked her head to the side, malice dancing in her eyes.
"I'm not a girl?" She asked scornfully. Harry nervously pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
"Erm, you know that's not what I meant Hermione," he replied, biting his lower lip.
"But that's what it turned out to be didn't it? Well do you know what? I may not wear my skirt up so high you can see my kickers, and I may not put gobs of makeup on, and I may not sleep around with guys, but I AM a girl!" she huffed, turning on her heel, storming out of the great hall.
"The nerve. How could he even mention something like that? I thought after the ball in FOURTH YEAR that they realized I was a girl! ARGH!" Hermione practically screamed to herself, stopping at a door. The library door in fact.
"Go figure, I wind up at the library." She muttered to herself as she creaked the door open. Hermione peeked her head inside, only to find no one was there, not even the vulture looking librarian, Madame Prince. She quickly walked inside, and grabbed a random book off a shelf. She then ventured to the armchair in the very back of the library, not noticing the door creak open a second time.
***
Pansy wiped the lingering tears from her face, just in case someone happened to be inside. She opened the door wide, and strode in. When she found the library absent of everything except books, she grabbed one from the shelf and headed to her favorite chair in the back of the room. She stopped abruptly when she spotted a mass of bushy brown hair and a red hair band.
"Hermione." Pansy breathed. Well she certainly wouldn't let the little Mudblood get in her way. This was her library right now. Pansy picked up her chest, and strode over to Hermoine gently tapping her on the shoulder.
What met Pansy, she never would have expected. Hermione's tear strewn face swiveled around, making Pansy gasp. She felt a pang of compassion for the girl, but stood with the look of scorn on her face.
"What?" Hermione hissed staring up at Pansy.
"You're in my seat," Pansy replied bluntly, staring at Hermione.
"Well, what was I thinking, I should let the princess of Slytherin sit, shouldn't I?" Hermione asked sarcastically, getting up and sitting in the chair opposite Pansy.
"What crawled up your knickers and died?" Pansy asked, setting her book on the floor. Hermione glared at her.
"It's none of your business!" She growled. Pansy shrugged her shoulders, and opened her book. Hermione did the same.
"But, they have no right to call me one of the guys do they?" Hermione asked after a few minutes, slamming her book on her legs. Now we're getting somewhere. Pansy thought, placing her book down as well.
"No, they don't. Why would they even say that to you? You most certainly are a girl. At least Blaise thinks you are. That's all he ever talks about during meals," Pansy pointed out. This is too good to be true! Granger is confessing everything to ME! Pansy laughed to herself, an evil grin creeping about the edges of her lips. Hermione's jaw dropped at Pansy's remark.
"He, he what?" She asked, dumfounded. Pansy nodded her head.
"Why do you think Harry and Ron stick by you all the time? Not because they suddenly feel an urgency to study, I'll assure you of that. They wanted to protect you from the big bad, handsome if I may add, Slytherin. Ever wonder where that one cat call came from at the end of last year?" Pansy asked. Hermione gaped at her, shaking her head no.
"I, I, I thought that was a joke someone was playing on me."
"No, it was real."
"Still, they had no right to call me one of the guys!" Hermione spat, bringing them back on subject. Pansy heaved a heavy sigh.
"As I said before, no they didn't. When you say 'they', do you mean Harry and Ron?" Pansy asked, trying to get everything straight. Hermione nodded her head.
"Oh come on! You're upset over that? That's nothing! They care about you! I bet you they were saying you're so close to them; that you are one of them, and they feel comfortable enough talking to you, just as if you're a guy. They know you won't go telling everyone what they said. Poor little Gryffindor, she has friends." Pansy retorted, her voice dripping with ice. Hermoine glared at her.
"It's not like I want that kind of affection from one of them!" she practically screamed. Hermione's eyes widened in surprise, and she clapped her hand over her mouth.
"Am I the only one who finally got a confession out of you about liking Harry?" Pansy asked as if she didn't believe it.
"How did you know it was Harry? Am I that obvious?" Hermione asked biting her lower lip nervously. Pansy rolled her eyes.
"No, I'm just good. You don't have it half as bad as you think."
"What happened?"
"None of your business."
"I just told you a secret no one knows, it's only fair that you do too."
"No."
"Yes."
"NO!"
"YES!"
"NO!"
"YES, besides being the best witch in our year, I could whip up a little truth potion of some kind."
"You wouldn't dare!"
"Oh yes I would. What are you going to do, sick little Malfoy on me?" Pansy's face fell. Hermione felt guilt wash over her. She had definitely hit a sore spot.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." Hermione replied sympathetically.
"I might as well tell you now." Pansy said, avoiding Hermione's eyes.
"We, broke up." She finally let out.
"That's it?" Hermione asked. Pansy nodded her head.
"Give me a break! One boy broke up with PANSY PARKINSON! You could get any guy in our year if you just acted nice. Boohoo, no more little stuck up ferret. It would be a synch to play your role any day!" Hermione briefly lectured.
"It's not like it would be hard to be little Ms. Goody-Goody Granger!" Pansy retorted.
"It's harder than you think," Hermione sighed.
"How about we switch places." Pansy suggested, the challenge suddenly appealing, though if it were any other day she would not have even thought about it. She was sore; she just wanted to get away from Draco, away from the rest of the Slytherins.
"I'll prove I can be you, and make Harry want me, and you can make Draco sorry he dumped me. I mean just look at the way you have Ron hanging on your every word." She continued. Hermione looked at her as if she had ten heads.
"You're completely bonkers Parkinson, you know that?" Hermione replied standing up.
"Am not, besides, we could pull it off. It's not like we're dense or anything," she grinned.
"Do you know how much trouble we could get into? I could be kicked out of my prefect position!" Hermione replied, falling back into her chair at the thought.
"I wouldn't spoil it for you. Ah, never mind little Gryffindor is too afraid. I understand." Pansy snickered, sitting up, preparing to leave. Hermione pulled her cloak close to her.
"I'll do it." She whispered. Pansy wheeled around, a grin playing at her lips.
"Good. Anastasia had to make Polyjuice potion over the summer for Snape. We'll use that. Meet me back here at midnight." Pansy instructed. Hermione went to open her mouth to reply, but the other girl was already gone.
"What have I gotten myself into?" Hermione moaned, falling back in her chair.