Hey this is another new one. Good boy falls for bad girl. Should be intresting...

:: Chapter One ::

I tucked a single strand of black hair behind my ear and fixed a cold smirk on my face. Instictively clinging to Draco's arm, I let out a high laugh at something he was saying. As he threw an arm around my neck I smirked and nuzzled him playfully.
"Come on hun, let's go. I'll see you blood-traitors later," Draco sneered at the second-years he had been messing with, wrapped his arm around my waist, and led me away, pulling me behind one of the many buildings of Hogwarts.
He pressed up against me, forcing me into a kiss, and running his hands roughly down my body. I kissed back mechanically, feeling dull and tired. Draco was getting even more forceful. I stood still, stopped kissing back, and let him do what he wanted to me.
He broke away, glaring at me. "What is with you? Can't you at least kiss me back?"
I was silent. He rolled his eyes and slammed back into me for some more kissing. When he was done, he shoved me away and stalked off. "I'll see you tonight."

I ran my tongue gently over my sore lips. I felt empty and hollow. Why did I let him do this to me? Why did I hang all over him and act like an ididotic slut? Why did I join in his taunting and bullying of mudbloods? Because it was who I was? Because it was what people expected?

Sometimes I wondered if I really was the person everyone thought I was. Pansy Parkinson, Malfoy's clingy stupid girlfriend. Nasty, shallow, stuck up bitch. Was that really me? Sometimes I wondered.

"Hey Pansy," Queenie came prancing over to me, pulling Blaise by the hand. "Got any plans for tonight?"
"Yeah, me and Draco got plans," I said, smirking as if I was the luckiest girl in the world.
"Oh, too bad. Me and Blaise are meeting up with Marcus and the others for some dinner.
"Right. Have fun with that," I scoffed, acting unintrested. Actually, maybe it wouldn't be bad just to have a night out with some friends. But I wasn't going to let that show.
"Yeah, you too," but her attention drifted away from me as Blaise leaned in to kiss her, and she wrapped her arms around his neck to kiss him back. I decided I had best leave them alone, and shuffled off to my next class.

"Hi Pansy!" Millicent Bullstrode waved to me from one of the double benches of the Potion's classroom. "Sit with me?"

"Yeah, I would, but you haven't really left much room for me there have you? Maybe you should cut down on the bacon. Pig." I gave a few snorts for added humor, and sneered as her chubby cheeks turned a bright shade of crimson. Her face fell and she looked away, hiding her face in her flabby arms.

I smirked and sat down in the middle of a bunch of my friends.

"Ooooh Pansy you are soo mean." A blonde one named Sophie piped up.

"Whatever," I brushed my hair out of my eyes, slipped a magazine inside my Potion's book, and started my reading.

"Why don't you just leave her alone," Hermione Granger hissed, whirling around in her seat to glare at me.
"Because maybe I don't feel like it," I shot back.
"Pansy, you're the pig. You're a stuck up little rat-faced prick who doesn't deserve to live. Just... auuugh!" She clenched her fists at me in a threatening gesture and spun back around.

"It's okay Hermione... just... leave her." Harry patted her on the shoulder reassuringly. He glanced over at me, held my gaze for a fleeting moment, and looked away.

I felt a strange feeling in the gut of my stomach, but brushed it away quickly. There was just something about his eyes... they were like shining emerald stones, jarring deep into my soul... No! I couldn't be thinking like this. He was a Gryffindor, he was Harry Potter for God's sake, he was everything that Slytherins hated. He was Draco's arch rival. And I was faithful to Draco. I loved Draco. Did I love Draco? Yes, of course I did. I had to. I loved Draco...

Harry's POV...

I patted Hermione gently on the shoulder, and turned to glance at the girl she had been berating. Her dark ebony hair curled just at her chin, and as her hazel eyes met mine for the briefest of seconds, I thought I saw something in them. Something like a caged animal strangling itself in its attempts to be free. I looked away and turned back to the front of the room as class was starting.

For the rest of the day, my thoughts kept flickering back to those hazel eyes. There was just something about them. Something haunting... something... tantalizing and exciting. I wanted to slap myself. Why was I thinking about this girl? She was a Slytherin. She was Pansy Parkinson, for God's sake. She was Malfoy's nasty little slut. She was a shallow, bitchy little girl. What could I possibly see in her?

"Harry? Harry, hello? It's your move." Ron's hand waving in front of my face brought me back to earth.
"Oh, right... er, rook to C5." I watched as my pale white castle glided slowly forward on the magical chess board.
"Hah! Queen to C5." Ron smirked.
"Augh!"I smacked myself in the head as his slender ebony figure picked up my castle and threw it off the board, putting me in check mate. Game over. There was nothing more I could do.
"You're out of it today Harry, what's up?"
"I dunno... just some stuff on my mind I guess." I stared out the window at the softly falling snow. "It's snowing." I stated.
"Yeah... hey wanna go chuck snowballs at the girls?"
"Nah..." I sighed and leaned back in the squashy armchair, watching the flickering fireplace. "Don't really feel like it. It's almost dinner anyway."
"Okay... suit yourself." Ron was silent for a moment. "Do you mind if I..."
"Oh, 'course not, go ahead. Get Fred and George in the face for me."
"You got it." Ron grinned at me and dashed out of the common room door.

I closed my eyes to relax for a bit, the heat of the fire washing over me like a warm blanket...

"Harry?" I blinked open my eyes, and stared at the figure in front of me. Her hazel eyes gazed straight in to my own.
"How did you get in here?" I asked, gaping at her as she walked slowly over to me.
"I have my ways," she smiled mysteriously and perched on my lap, running her fingers through my tangled, black hair.
"Hi Harry."
"Hi Pansy..." I coughed nervously.
"Harry... you are the most gorgeous, sexy, funny, noble guy I have ever met. I want... to be with you." She leaned in towards me, a silky lock of black hair brushing across my nose. I reached up to touch it lightly. Before I knew what was happening, her mouth was on mine, kissing me sweetly. Suddenly the chair had turned into a bed, and she was on top of me. I wondered about what was hiding under her loose shirt, and reached my hands up to find out...

"Oh God!" I snapped awake, rubbing my eyes furiously. How could I let myself have a dream like that! I was not that guy. I had never had a dirty fantasy in my life, not even when Cho and I were dating, and especially not about a Slytherin. I slapped myself for good measure and vowed to never let it happen again.

"Harry, are you all right?" I looked up and saw that Hermione, Ron, and Ginny had entered the common room. They were all coated with snow, it was tangled in their robes, and scarves, and their hair was damp with it as it melted.
"Yeah, fine. Bad dream. Sorry."
"All right." Hermione and Ginny headed up the girl's staircase to change. Ron sat down on the floor in front of me, shaking out his wet head and shoving his feet towards the fire to dry.
"You sure you're all right mate?" He asked, glancing sideways at me. "You've just been kind of... well, strange all day.
"I'm fine, okay? Just... tired, I guess." I sighed and turned away. What was with me? One look into her hazel eyes and I wasn't even acting like myself.
"You guys ready for dinner?" Ginny asked as she and Hermione came back downstairs.
"Sure," I stood up and followed them out of the common room. After I got some food in my stomach, I would surely feel better. Tomorrow I would be back to normal, and her eyes would never haunt my thoughts again. Never.