Author Note: Well this is my first story so please be kind. Ive never done this before. A night on insommnia caused me to write this. Please be kind. Thank you
Prologue –
Pansy's world had been split in two – One now wore green the other red.
Once childhood friends, they were all a part of an elite society of purebloods, one her true best friend the other the boy she secretly adored. Their life was simple yet grand; they would tell dreams, learn the importance of being a pureblood, but most of all plan the adventures they would have in Hogwarts.
And then the reality of the situation truly set in – betrayal. Her adoration turned to hate. Even as the years passed and they continued to meet under circumstances out of her control, even when she found another who she believe would capture her heart to fill its emptiness she admitted she loved him.
She loved him almost as much as she hated him. She told him the day he had taken the one thing she honestly cared about above all her first kiss. He told her it was a mistake, she told him she loved him and he simply said I don't. She covered her hurt with a sneer striking him deep like he did her, she told him he would never be enough he was an orphan a complication, but most of all he was a Gryffindor and she a slytherin.
It was late evening in Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, all was silent the only noise that could be heard the soft snores of the paintings that lined its corridors. Pansy Parkinson a 6th year prefect was patrolling the castle on her own having sent her partner to bed. Rounding a corner a hand shot out covering her mouth, her eyes moving frantically trying to distinguish in the darkness help of any form.
Her assailant began to drag her backwards, tripping and skidding she helplessly tried to remain standing, losing her footing on the large flagstones that littered the corridor floor. She could make out figures following closely behind, she couldn't make out faces they were well covered. Her assailant grunted under exertion
Muffled screaming, pleading was not helping, who were these people she thought, she attempted to bite and scratch to no avail, along the corridor and through the door. They shoved her non to gently against the wall, her cheek was pressed hard into the cold smooth brick.
"If I let you go of your mouth promise not to scream"
She glared daggers at the wall, but nodded, shed do anything for the small chance of escape. Letting go of her mouth, Pansy let an almighty scream burst out her, turning quickly she attempted her escape. It was no used her assailant tackled her, knocking her breath out of her as she landed heavily on the stone floor.
"You little bitch" he hissed "look boys' she's not so brave now. Are you miss high and mighty?"
The others cackled, Pansy lay still listening to the evil words that spilled forth from this unknowns mouth, who was he what had she done to deserve this treatment?
"I know who you are Parkinson, I know all about you and your little friends, thinking there all safe in their little pureblood gilded cage well I don't think so miss, look at you now" he whispered in her ear "You are nothing."
"What is going on?"
Her assailant stiffened, someone was here she was safe.
"Creevey? Seamus? Neville? Dean?" They muttered in disbelief
Creevey, Finnegan, Longbottom and Thomas all wore red ah yes she should have known. Fucking Gryffindor's.
"What the fuck do you think you are doing? What are you all doing? Collin if you know what's good for you, you will get off her get off her right now!" The bellowed order ran out with unmistakable authority and the sound of it a recognition she knew that voice, unease stirred in her blood.
Collin scrambled to his knees, the other muttered frantically in fear under their breath. This was not good.
Another who wore red.
Deep rich red, red like blood and rubies, trimmed with gold, the top button of his collar undone, and his tie loose. This person was her rescuer but it was not just any person.
Harry Potter. The one boy who she had known for most of her life, the one boy she hated the most, the one boy who stolen her first kiss, her first love.
It had been a long time since shed since him this close, classes kept them apart, social gatherings she found excuses to avoid him, a whole year had passed with only a few glances at a distance nothing more. He hadn't changed.
"Hello Pansy"
She didn't want to acknowledge him, she didn't want to remember the last time she had seen him he had stolen something precious from her. She didn't respond, he shrugged.
He had come to her rescue, her knight in shining armour, her pride regained she lifted her chin.
"I don't need nor want your help potter, so run along and take your hero complex with you. Find someone else to save"
He stared at her in disbelief, anger flashed through his eyes, he walked towards her, paused, he had grown, he was tall well over six foot, his shoulders had broadened, he looked dangerous, he had always been dangerous to her heart anyway.
He spoke softly, so softly that his words couldn't possibly carry to the others.
"I'm trying to save your life, Slytherins are being targeted left right and centre at the moment, your families involvement with Voldermort however deep is not popular idea at the moment"
"Oh and what of yours?" she snapped back
"Being in Gryffindor has its advantages or perhaps it's because I'm the goddamn saviour of the wizarding world, which just may have something to do with it" he explained "Now shut up"
"Leave me be potter, me and these fellows…" smiling angelically "We were having a party, weren't we boys?"
"A party?"
"Yes"
He smiled then laughed, he laughed so hard she nearly hexed him, her hand on her wand tightening. Ignoring their audience he turned and began walking down the corridor.
"Fine"
Looking at the others, their gazes shooting back and forth from Harry's retreating back to her frozen form, fear swept through her, she didn't want to remain Merlin knew what may occur.
"Potter!" she called to him sharply, "Wait? Please?" he paused, he turned back to her
"Yes pansy?"
"I'd just liked to say I was fine on my own, I didn't need your help."
"Oh really not from where I'm standing" he drawled
"I'm not thanking you, I'm not grateful, I could have honestly been fine on my own" she said heatedly
"I didn't expect you too; thanking someone it's not what we do is it pans? Don't forget we're cut from the same cloth"
"I beg to differ potter as I remember you're just a little orphan boy that was taken in, for all I know you might be a mudblood, just like you're a muggle lover" she drawled with dripping sarcasm.
His eyes darkened behind the spectacles he took a threatening step forward, it took all Pansy's courage not to take a step back, she would not be frightened of him.
"Watch what you say pansy" he told her softly, she hated that tone of voice, hated the way it washed over her sending electric shots of sensation up her back.
"Oh dear, hit a nerve did I potter?" she replied sweetly
"I said watch it pansy, don't get me angry I forewarn you now"
"Forewarn? Pfft Potter I'm not afraid of you don't forget I know all your secrets"
Fire flashed in his eyes, an absolute fury, she hated to admit it but knew how to rile Harry because she knew Harry sometimes better than she knew herself, she knew of his secret passion was healing.
He took a step closer and another each step closer to her, Pansy stepped back she stepped again, it was like a dance between the two each step in sync with the other, it was only when her back hit the wall that alarm flashed in her eyes and her body stiffened in fear.
"Oh pansy you haven't changed abit, still trying to be a wildcat but pathetically still a little kitten spitting her dislike."
"I hate you"
"yes and I hate you too" he whispered he was far too close, his breath was skimming against her lips, making her knees go weak, her eyes began to flutter close, her lips parted, she hated the effect he had on her but it had always been like this she waited for his lips to press hers. Moments later the breath against her ceased she opened her eyes to see Harry walking away, whistling down the corridor out of sight.
Pansy let out a slow breath, her legs weakening, she slid down the wall, pulling her knees up, hiding her flushed cheeks. She hated him so much yet she never stopped loving him, If only it were Draco Malfoy who had come, the one that wore green, not so long ago they had all shared their longings and secrets, they had been there through all life events. Back when Hogwarts and houses were a distant dream.
How much had changed since then.