Mr Potter do I make you nervous?.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K Rowling , this is not being used for profit, just free fanfiction, The plot is similar to basic instinct, however not the same. Most important of all please don't sue me.

comment: Hi im new here, so im not 100 sure on the posting and everything. Ive admired alot of peoples stories for a year now and thought id contribute. I welcome all reviews and would really like to hear what you all think. I choose to write this story because i think Pansy is often shown as either a bimbo or a phyco so i thought id like to show a more multifaceted view of Pansy. Well i hope you like my story, please review if u want to hear more.

Sunday's were a particularly busy day for Miss Wigglesmith. Most of her clients partied on Saturdays. Got absolutely intoxicated and left there rooms a complete mess for her to clean up. Her first client was quiditch superstar Seamus Finigan, she often walked in to clean Finigan's furbished apartment, often catching him in compromising positions with certain blonde groupies or completely passed out from long nights of partying. Miss Wiglesmith today especially wanted to finish her cleaning duties as soon as possible.Her grandchild had a dance recital and she didn't want to be late and let there other grandmother be the favorite. She walked to the intercom and pressed the buzzer. She got no response; she tried yet again, no response. She assumed Mr Finigan was busy or asleep like so many times before and therefore she buzzed for Mr Landston the handyman of the complex. Mr Landston allowed her in. She made her way to the elevator with her trolley of cleaning products, arriving to Mr Finigan's level soon after. Using the spare room keys she had in her possession to open the door, only to find a dead Seamus Finigan on his bed.

Harry Potter had changed since his encounter with Voldermort in his seventh year. He no longer felt alive as he once did, once looking for adventure he now looked for normalcy. After the War, media attention on Potter was at an all time high, he decided to disappear for a while and leave England in order to recuperate. He traveled the world for a year, taking in the sites. His best friends Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley decided to prepare for there future as a married couple.

When Harry returned back to England he was 22 he took up a post with the ministry of magic, no longer getting the media exposure he once did he settled down to a fairly normal life and routine of work and trash TV. Ginny Weasley didn't wait for him, she already moved on marrying a rich ceo and giving birth to a red haired boy with green eyes. Harry felt hurt originally but as time progressed he decided it was all for the best.

Hermione Granger being the same overachiever as she always was took up psychology as a major and worked with Harry to profile suspects and given an insight into there thinking. Even though she looked happy and content with her marriage to Ron, he knew better. Ron wasn't the friend he once knew, after his marriage to Hermione he developed low self-esteem partly due to his own lack of achievement and the fact that his wife was a famous psychoanalyst also didn't help. So he turned to alcohol drinking often, which lead to problems with his work and problems with Hermione.

Harry knew all to well Ron's problems, Hermione opened up after a night of drinks with Harry. Maybe it was pity or the fact that she understood him, which lead to Hermione's affair with Harry. They would meet at work and she'd always follow him home were they'd make love before she'd return home to Ron and her nightmare.

Harry Potter woke up, on the clock like any other day. He got a call from his partner Nevil Long bottom not long after. 'Yes' Harry groaned in annoyance. 'You know that's not a proper greeting' Neville replied teasingly. 'Well I usually don't get called by my partner before I actually get to work, what's so important?' 'Turn on the television' Neville replied. 'why?' Harry made his way towards his remote 'Just do it'. As Harry switched on the television he understood the urgency of the call, the anchorman read in an almost sensationalized voice. 'Seamus Finnegan was found dead this morning, by his maid, sources claim he was murdered…' Harry turned of the television, took a deep breathe and said 'I'll be there in 10 minutes' and hung up the phone.

When Harry arrived at the Ministry to say that it was chaotic would be an understatement. As he walked his way past frantic assistants trying to keep media at bay, and secretary's writing urgent memos. He chucked his bag on his desk and looked in his drawer for the energy drink he left in there for times in which he was unable to get coffee. As he looked through the drawer he heard a thud and looked up to see a hot coffee waiting for him and a curly haired brunette looking at him with concern. 'Thanks' Harry uttered, 'no problem' Hermione replied 'so u heard about Seamus?'. 'Yes and who ever did this is going to pay' Harry stated. 'Heres all the information we recovered from the crime scene, Neville went to get a bite to eat so catch up before he returns.' Hermione stated leaving a manila folder on his desk and leaving to her own department.

Harry opened the file. From the immediate autopsy it seems someone had preformed a silencing spell in his room before they cast repeated crucios at him which lead to heart failure, therefore resulting in death. Therefore magic forensics should soon have a trace of who the wand belongs to. Harry turned the page, it seems Seamus Finnegan was quite the womanizer, often having many women come to his apartment at all hours of the night. However lately he's only been seen with a beautiful brunette. A Miss Pansy Parkinson which the handyman fondly remembers giving him a large tip. Harry stopped reading. Something wasn't adding up. Why would Pansy Parkinson, Draco Malfoy's onetime girlfriend be seen with a 'halfblood' quiditch player? Harry Potter then typed Pansy Parkinson into there database. She had a few speeding tickets, however that was nothing unusual. So Harry read her bio. She was tall, at 5 foot 10, weighed 120 pounds, inherited her families' fortune at 19 after her parents were arrested and sentenced to death in the infamous death eater trials.

He scrolled down, she was once engaged to Theodore Nott which didn't work out for unknown reasons. Then he saw her photo. She was striking, she had long thick straight brunette hair, which contrasted strongly with her dark blue eyes. She had changes a lot since her days in Hogwarts. No longer looking pug faced. If Harry had never of met her he'd say she was beautiful, but even though she might have changed physically he still believed she was the same selfish girl underneath.

As Harry was lost in his thoughts, Neville leaned over his shoulder. 'Having a perve are we?' Harry jumped. Neville laughed. Neville had also changed Harry noted. He was no longer so reserved and frightened but loud and outgoing. He still looked the same however; he seemed to of come out of his shell and never looked back.

'Found anything?' Harry enquired. 'Yes, I have Golden Boy, Magical forensic has found the owner of the wand that killed Seamus. It belonged to our dear friend Mr Zabani'. Harry wasn't surprised Zabani once the quiet slytherin became a kingpin of crime, supplying drugs to the society's elite and illegal potions and wands to the magical underground. 'Lets take him in' Harry said, beginning to stand up. 'We cant' stated Neville sadly. 'Why not?' Harry asked angrily. 'He was also found dead this morning' Neville stated looking closely at Harry expression. 'Then were back to square one' Harry sighed. 'Not exactly, he was last seen having dinner with Miss Parkinson'. Harry remained quiet 'Lets bring her in then'.

Harry and Neville apparated to the residence, to say it was grand was an understatement. It was a modern home primarily composed of glass, steel and concrete. Harry and Neville walked to the door and rang the buzzer. After a few moments the clicking of stilettos could be heard making its way towards the front door. As the door opened there stood Pansy Parkinson. She looked them both up and down then spoke.

'yesss'

'Miss Parkinson my name is Neville Longbottom and this is my partner Harry Potter were with the ministry we'd like to have a word with you regarding the death of Seamus Finnigan.'

'What about it?'

'We'd like you to come to the station and give us a testimony about your whereabouts on the night…'

'I'm sorry, but I have a bikini wax at 10' Pansy began closing the door when Harry's hand slammed against the door.

'It wasn't a request Parkinson it was a demand!' Harry said angrily, already being fed up with her games.

'Well when u say it so forcibly Mr. Potter' Pansy said as she came inches from Harry looking down at Harry's collar then back at his eyes, 'How can I refuse?'. She leaned closer looking as if she was about to kiss him when she shut the door behind herself.

'Aren't you going to lock your house?' asked Neville.

'It locks itself, but then again you two wouldn't know about that would you especially with your petty government salaries' retort Pansy.

'Maybe some of us don't live of our parent's hard work.'

Pansy smirked 'just because some of us actually knew our parents no need to get all jealous Potter.'

Harry grabbed Pansy's hand roughly. Came close to her face and with a look of pure rage whispered 'what did you say?'

'Potter let me go your hurting me' pansy replied back in a determine tone.

'What are you doing Harry' Neville said detaching Harry's hand from Pansy's. 'You know Malfoy's watching you like a hawk'.

'So Draco is investigating you? What has the golden boy done to warrant an investigation by the anti-corruption committee?'

'Worry about yourself Parkinson, you're the main suspect in a high profile murder.'

Pansy came close to Potter's face when she whispered 'I worry about you to Potter, I heard about Weasley, must be hard knowing your directly responsible for your friend's feelings of inadequacy.'

Harry was shocked. Pansy turned around and walked up to Nevile. 'So do I hold your hand or are we apparating separately'

Nevil gave her a sideways scowl as all three apparated.

'Your interrogation rooms are quite warm aren't they?' Said Pansy sarcastically, referring to both the decor and the temperature of the room.

'Miss Parkinson, my name is senior detective Moody, my colleagues Mr Draco Malfoy and Detective Lupin will be asking you a few questions'

'Where's Potter? I was hoping he was going to be exploring the dark crevices' Moody's eyes dilated in shock 'of my mind'. Pansy said knowing full well the double meaning behind the statement.

Harry was watching the monitor and decided that he will go downstairs and participate in Pansy's interrogation.

'Miss Parkinson, we thought due to your high social status you would want more experienced detectives dealing with you.' Replied Draco Malfoy, as he tried to remain dignified whilst knowing full well that he no longer was at the same social status Pansy was.

'No, Draco you're afraid that if he angers me, your departments funding will be on the line. After all without Parkinson pharmaceuticals, your department would still be run from a little shack next to a swamp.' Pansy smirked.

Then the doors opened and in came Harry.

'I'll be taking part in this interrogation'

'Potter, you've done your part now let the professionals handle it' said Draco with authority.

' Mr Malfoy we'll allow Mr potter to participate after all he is investigating the crime' chimed Lupin.

'So are you all ready or should we play a game of deal or no deal?' Pansy stated bored.

'You watch muggle game shows?' Harry asked shocked by the news.

'You'd be surprised by what I watch Harry'

'Miss Parkinson where were you the night Seamus Finnigan died?' Moody snapped getting annoyed.

'I was having dinner with Blaise Zabani, we had truffles it was delicious'

'Before or after he died' Harry asked

'Well Potter you were never the brightest at school, but sorry to break it to you but dead people cant chew food… also while I'm at it Santa Claus isn't real'

Malfoy smirked, you got to give it to Pansy she was quick.

'Miss Parkinson did you kill Blaise Zabani and Seamus Finigan?'

'No, why would I do that to my lovers?'

'Your lovers?' Lupin asked perplexed.

'Yes lovers, I had a very intimate relationship with both of them'

'Did they know about each other?' Moody asked

'Not that im aware off'

'How did you feel when Seamus was found dead?' asked Harry

'I cried, despite what you read in the tabloids, Seamus was a good guy, always open to new stuff and I feel all he really ever wanted was to be loved by someone for himself and not for his money or fame'

'Then why did u cheat?' asked Draco perplexed

Pansy turned to Harry looking him dead straight in the eye.

'Despite my harsh exterior and confidence, I really just want to be taken cared off, I get lonely and I thought Blaise could do that for me, fulfill me in that regard, I was wrong.'

Harry never saw this vulnerable side of Pansy and for some weird reason he felt that maybe this cruel woman really deserved being taken care off.

'We don't believe you Parkinson!' Yelled Malfoy, clearly frustrated by Pansy's mind games and innuendos.

'Then give me veritaserum , if your so convinced I'm lying' Pansy challenged.

'If you insist Miss Parkinson' Moody replied.

'Get Snape' Moody whispered to a curious Lupin.

A few short minutes later in came Snape in all his glory and theatrics carrying Veritaserum.

'Miss Parkinson' Snape uttered shocked.

'Mr Snape' Pansy replied smugly.

Harry took the potion of Snape, 'Drink Parkinson'.

'Oh Harry I'm hurt, I thought we were past last names'

It took a few minutes for the potion to take affect.

'Miss Parkinson did you kill Seamus Finnegan?'

'No' there was a silence before Pansy turned to Harry and asked. 'So how is she in bed Harry?'

Harry look dumbfounded. 'Who?'

'Mrs Weasley'

'Weasley's mom, wow Potter that even low for you' remarked Draco disgusted.

'Miss Parkinson stick to the questions and issue at hand' Moody replied angrily that this investigation has been so poorly managed.

'You got your answer Mr Moody now let me get mine'

'Come on Harry how was Mrs Ronald Weasley?'

'You've been having a relationship with a married colleague?' Draco asked happy that maybe Mr Potter had acted inappropriately in some way.

'Shut up Parkinson' Harry threatened.

'You like dirty muggleborn witches don't you Harry? you like them even better when they're all messed up. So you can play the hero, so u can save them' Pansy whispered seductively.

'Do you think Weasley would be upset that you've been with his wife? Or more upset that she's been with you? I always thought Ronald liked you in a more then friendly way. The way he hugged you back at school, he never hugged Hermione like that. He never cared were Hermione was. He always wanted to be near you'. Pansy got up and moved close to Potter, leaning in to his ear 'Do you think Harry he can smell your sweat on her?'

There was silence. Pansy walked to the tape recorder in front of a flabbergasted Malfoy, Moody, Lupin and Snape. 'Interview terminated', she looked at her watch ' at 11:05am'. Click went the recorder as it stopped.

'You know where to find me, if you want to chat?'

'Yes' Moddy said.

'Then goodbye', Pansy walked out of the room, swaying her hips hypnotically.

Harry watched as she walked, knowing full well his life had just become 100 times more difficult.