September 1 1995 -
The Hogwarts Express was crowded with students, returning and new. The older ones knew exactly where they were most comfortable whereas the younger students had quite a bit of trouble finding a compartment. A bushy-haired sixth year girl already adorned in freshly laundered robes attempted to tone down the mayhem but in this state of devastation, her attempts were futile. Dismissing it, she made to return to her compartment when the entire crowd went silent.
"HEY!" a raven-haired girl yelled, standing atop a trunk. "As Slytherin Prefect, I'm telling everyone to get there shit together and get moving, okay? I have a headache." She stood down, looking rather pleased with herself. The bushy-haired girl walked over to her.
"Parkinson, what the hell do you think you're doing?" The raven-haired girl scoffed.
"Asserting my authority, Granger. Something you wouldn't know about. You see, unlike you mudbloods, we pure-bloods actually deserve some respect around here, and I expect even you to give it to me." She smirked, and began to walk away, when suddenly she stopped and turned around. "Oh, and ten points from Gryffindor, Granger. Next time, know how to speak to your superiors." She slipped into an open compartment and closed the door. The other girl was fuming as she found her way back to her own compartment slamming the door shut behind her.
"What's wrong, Hermione?" a red haired boy asked. Hermione remained standing, pacing angrily.
"It's that stupid, insolent, arrogant, bint, Pansy Parkinson," her fists clenched as she spoke. "She just does whatever she wants for her own benefit. It's no better that she treats me like scum because I'm not a pure-blood, but at least that I can handle. She's endangering the other students, and as Gryffindor Prefect, I simply cannot allow that." Hermione crossed her arms and sat in a huff beside the window watching as acres of tall trees and crystal lakes passed them. Closing her eyes, taking in all of the warm September sunlight, Hermione fell asleep, soothed by gentle movement of the rain on its tracks, and the warm September sun on her face. She was awoken a few hours later by Ron, the boy Prefect of Gryffindor.
"Come on, 'Mione. We're almost there. We'll need to be ready to help with the first years." Hermione nodded her head and stood, being half carried by Ron out of the compartment.
Once the sorting ceremony was complete, the feast finished, and the first years lead to their new dorms, Hermione decided that she wanted to try out the prefect's bathroom. After all, she deserved a nice relaxing bath, didn't she? Waiting until everyone had left the common room, Hermione left for the prefect's bathroom. Reciting the proper password to the statue of Boris the Bewildered, Hermione entered the prefect's bathroom for the first time, taking in the lovely aromas from the many soaps emanating from the large pool in the center of the room. Just as she was about to strip off her clothes, she heard a peculiar noise coming from around the corner. A splash. And was that...a giggle?
"Draco" a girl's voice could be heard playfully: Pansy. "Mmm, stop that. You know that tickles!" Afraid to see what exact "tickled" Pansy, Hermione simply said "Is someone there?" As if she didn't already know. There was a gasp, and the sound of frantic splashing. A moment later, Pansy and Draco came around the corner of the bathroom wrapped in dark green and silver towels emblazoned with serpents. Pansy gave Hermione such a look of hatred that Draco had to hold her back from ripping the other girl's bushy hair right from her head.
"I...am going...to KILL YOU Granger!" Pansy spat flailing in Draco's grasp. For having been threatened in such a degree, Hermione stayed rather calm, however.
"I just wanted to take a bath, Parkinson," Hermione said looking at the water. "Though maybe I'll wait until tomorrow. It should be clean by then, right?" Pansy was practically foaming at the mouth by the time Draco intervened.
"Get out of here, mudblood. It's too late in the evening to have to be subjected to such filth." With this final sting, Hermione gathered her belongings, and left. As she reached the statue, she yelled back, "I'm not going to tell. I hope you know that." She left the two Slytherins in the silence of the steamy bathroom.
A/N: I wrote this for my girlfriend when she had insomnia and couldn't sleep. There's more chapters to come, probably about ten; I have three written so far, and I hope to have the rest up soon. Please no flames should you not like the pairings. I'd like to thank my girlfriend who gave me the fuel to write Pansy the way I have, you are a perfect model, love.