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Starts in Pansy's POV
Charms is easily one of my favorite classes. Transfiguration takes to much concentration and as anyone who knows me knows I just don't have to attention span for it. Potions is just like transfiguration in that sense. Defense Against the Dark Arts can be interesting at times, only if the teacher actually knows what they're talking about and let's face it none of the do, except that one a while back who was a werewolf, needless to say that didn't work out well. Divination's a load of bull and everyone knows it, and well Herbology involves plants and dirt, nuff said. There's one I'm forgetting I just know it. Oh yes History of Magic, how could I forget? That was sarcasm by the way. Who bloody cares about some old smelly troll who died in battle with another equally smelly troll? I for one don't.
Back to what I was saying, charms is easily one of my favorite classes, I'm not sure why though. It takes concentration and can be rather boring at times but I still enjoy it. It may be due to the fact that it's the only class I don't have a D in. Don't get me wrong, I'm not stupid or anything, it's just how is one supposed to learn anything when that annoying Granger's always bopping about reading EVEYTHING and memorizing all of it? It's not fair; she didn't even know she was a witch until like what, 6 years ago? But here she is top of our year. Ugh it disgusts me.
Anyway I- "Professor!" Oh sweet Merlin, there goes that shrill voice again, how was I
supposed to concentrate with that running off at the mouth.
"Yes Miss Granger?" You know Flickwit was probably my least favorite teacher, only because when I was a first year some older girl told me he liked to look up girls' skirts. And well stupid me but I believed her, I still do, I mean how would you ever know, he's so short.
"I think Parkinson needs some help," SAY WHAT? Heads whipped around from every direction determined not to miss the action that was sure to occur.
"And why is that?"
"Well because, she's saying the spell wrong and she'll eventually blow something up or do something worse." Damn Granger and her knowledge.
"Very good Miss Granger, 10 points to Gryffindor for your brilliant observations."
"Hey! It's not my fault, I know how to say the spell I was just distracted." In my defense I was distracted, granted it was by myself but…
"By what Miss Parkinson?"
"By that giant bush, she calls hair, on the top of Granger's head. I swear I saw something move. Are you hiding a small creature in there?" I directed the query to the girl in question and watched with satisfaction as she blushed. Ahhh, the wonder that is embarrassment. Good Lord I've been spending way too much time with Draco.
"At least my hair's real." Her retort caught me off guard. I tried really hard not to laugh as I saw the surrounding students' heads flip from her to me, all waiting with baited breath to see what I'll come back with.
"What are you talking about, mine's real!" I ran my fingers through my short choppy black hair, which was most defiantly real. Again the heads swish to her.
"That's not what I heard." She smirked, making my eyeballs pop out of my head.
Just about every other Slytherin in the room had the same reaction. Since when could a Gryffindor smirk? Okay that sounded a tad stupid. I meant, since when could a Gryffindor perform the patented Slytherin Bad-Ass smirk and not look like an idiot. Nobody could pull that smirk off with ease except for Draco, Blaise, and now apparently Granger. I swear I just saw a pig fly by the window.
Oh come on, come on think of a snappy come back. "Bitch!" Okay not my best work but none the less I screeched and launched myself at her. I really had expected someone to grab me and hold me down, seeing as how she was sitting right behind me and there's no way even I could miss her. But ah, just my luck, nobody did and so I practically flew over the desk and knocked her off her chair. Dramatic? Yes, but I'd always been one for the theater.
"Get her off me!" She shrieked as my hands begin to rip at her mound of "hair". As it turns out Potter's much stronger than he looks, succeeding in both pulling me off the ground and off of his beloved girlfriend in one movement. Mental Note: find out if they're actually going out, that would make perfect black mail.
Potter placed me in a chair and Professor Flickwit came running up reprimanding me and surprisingly enough, Granger. I smiled as he said something that just made my day, if only because it ruined little Miss Perfect's.
(Switching to Hermione's POV)
"Detention? But Professor I didn't even do anything!" There is no way this day could get any worse. My perfect pristine record smeared all because of one little mishap. Fine, "Pristine record" may be pushing it but I've never actually gotten in trouble without Harry or Ron being behind it in the first place.
"You provoked Miss Parkinson; you both will serve detention tonight. Report to me at 8 o'clock." I don't retort like I want to knowing that it will only get me in more trouble.
"Yes sir." I mumble. I turn to glare at the girl who got us in trouble in the first place only to find Pansy was just sitting there smiling looking as if she hadn't even heard a word of what Flickwit had said. If only words could describe how stupid she looked…
The class was dismissed and I hurried out, a girl needs time to do her homework. As we walked down the hall I suddenly frowned. "Don't worry about it Hermione. Pansy won't attempt anything in detention." Ron really tries to be helpful but he's terrible at reading emotions.
"It's not that its well…never mind it's stupid."
"Oh come on you can tell us."
"Well it's just; going to detention will take a way from time I needed to do my homework." The boys groan making me wish I hadn't said anything at all.
"Hermione, why do you need so much time?" Harry looks utterly stunned, "Ron and I leave everything to the last minute and we still don't need as much time as you." You know sometimes it really annoys me that they always compare me to themselves. I get much better scores than they do! I study hard, actually do the homework, and pay attention in class, thus I is the better student. But they always find a way to make it look like I'm some sort of study freak, which I'm not…I don't think.
Later that night I enter Flickwit's room determined not to let Pansy get to me. "Good evening Professor." I said as politely as can be, I really didn't want another detention.
"Merlin, Granger, must you always be such a suck up?" Apparently Pansy had been right behind me as I entered the door. Upon her comment I merely rolled my eyes and took a seat near Flickwit. He motioned for Pansy 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." Well this shouldn't be to hard there's only what 40 pillows? Probably less. "You'll find everything you need in that closet over there. 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 had left I stood up and made my way over to the closet Flickwit had indicated and pulled out some pillows and a bag of feathers.
"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.
"Nah, you can do it." She waved her hand as if it ended the matter. I set my stuff down and went back to the closet grabbing more pillows and another bag of feathers. With more force than I meant, I thrust them at her.
"It's both our detentions. I'm not going to do all the work." She glared at me but slowly started stuffing the pillows. Pansy never did have much of a spine.
We had been working quietly for about 10 minutes before a screech rang out, startling me out of my chair. Brushing myself off, I looked over at Pansy, "What the hell was that?"
"I swear I saw a spider in that bag." She looked frantically at the bag and backed away as quickly as she could.
"My God, Parkinson. It's been in a closet for, who knows how many years. Of course there's gonna be a spider, suck it up. It's not dangerous."
"How would you know, you didn't even see it." She sat on the desk she was currently located next to. "It was like this," she stretched her pointer finger and thumb to there maximum length, "big."
I rolled my eyes. "Right," I said sarcastically.
"Shut up, mudblood." I chose to ignore her comment and continued to work. "You don't like it when people call you that do you." For a moment I thought Pansy was being considerate and thoughtful, that moment was quickly gone when I saw her smirking. "It must be so hard having people hate you because of something you can't change." The taunting was clearer in her voice now, every word dripped with sarcasm.
"You should know." I spat out. I adopted her taunt and continued walking closer to her desk, "How's it feel to be a Slytherin? Having the whole school hate you? Because you know as well as I do that Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw have teamed up against you Slytherins. You're confined to your house. Every evil, conniving, worthless bag of scum. You're stuck with all of it. No self respecting guy would date a Slytherin girl and no sane girl would befriend one. Poor little Slytherin, it must be horrible to have the whole school hate you because of…something you can't change." By this point I was right in her face. I could see her temper rising and I waited patiently for the fireworks.
"Yeah it's hard." She shouted completely catching me off guard. "But we tough it out. We stick together; we're the only house who knows what 'house loyalty' truly is. You Gryffindors run around thinking you're all high and mighty, thinking you can do anything. But none of you would last one week in Slytherin."
"You wanna bet?" I challenged.
"Yeah I do."
"Well then, we should come of with a plan."
It was her turn to be caught off guard, "A w-what?"
"A plan. I propose we trade houses for a week, so I can prove that a Gryffindor can survive with Slytherins."
She considered it for a moment, "That's too easy. How about we trade houses and first one to come crying back to their own house loses."
"Deal." I agreed. "What do we get if we win?"
"Well I've already got everything I want so if you lose, this summer you'll stay at the Parkinson Manor and be my personal servant." I couldn't think of a worst punishment.
"Okay then when you lose, you have to come spend the summer in the muggle world, no magic."
Her face took on a shocked expression, "No way! My first summer when I'm allowed to use magic and you want me to give it up."
"Scared you're gonna lose, Parkinson?"
"No," she sneered, "Fine if you lose you work as my personal servant and if I lose I have to go to the muggle world."
"With no magic." I added the last part knowing she was trying to leave it out.
"With no magic." She agreed. We shook hands both sure we'd win. So much for that normal school year I'd wanted.
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