Harry and Pansy - A slimy lover being the miracle

Chapter 1 - Anger is creative

He walked down into the great hall. As always all heads looked up to him. After all these years he should be used to it, but somehow he never got. He sat as usual down onto the free seat between Ron and Hermione, who both again started with a new try of ignoring each other. He shoke his head; looking around the hall. The people had stopped staring and continued eating what ever they had to on their plates. He took a breath, shoke his head again and moved on putting toast and beans onto his plate.
"Good morning, Harry. Have you had a good night?"
"Yes, thanks Hermione. How about you?"
"It was okay, a bit short but you know me, library and studying."
"Hermione, you haven't been studying. But it is okay, you don't need to talk about it with me."
"Thanks, Harry." The girl turned back to the news paper in her hand. Harry did not bover about it. He turned to Ron, trying to get his thoughts away from the issue deep inside of him.
"Ron, how are you this morning?"
"I'm okay. I think I will go down to the Quidditch pitch later and have some practise. You know that helps to get a free mind. A bit of wind surrounding your head does help!"
Harry did notice the small tone in Ron's voice, but ignored it.
"Yes, that's a good idea. We need some practise after all. I think I will later go through the calender and see what I can do in fact of team practise. We will have to do a lot. Since that bloody Malfoy is the captain of the Quidditch team of Slytherin we have a big problem. Even I can't deny that he is bloody brilliant on a broom. And so is almost whole the team."
"That words out of your mouth are sounding like we are talking about the end of the world. Do you think we will the cup this year?"
"If we practise hard than we will at least have a chance to win. We will see."
A few moments of silence followed after. Only the sound of students talking around them and the sound of forks hitting the plates grounds was sounding through the hall. Or maybe not. Harry had succeeded. He had managed the ignore most of the noises around him.
"Harry!" The sound made him crinch. He let his fork fall down to the table, then he turned around. Ginny came towards him. He made his face smile. Actually since Ginny was with Micheal again, he had no intetion to smile at her. He had no idea why, but a quiete thought.
"Ginny. Anything you want?"
"Yes, Quidditch. When will you bring up the next practise?"
That was her only way of communicating with him. It annoyed him. She must have already noticed, but she did not care.
"I have no idea yet. I told I would inform the team and now go. I want to have my breakfast and they I have to go to the library and study."
The girl looked at him. This kind of behaviour especially from Harry was new to her. Against the idea Harry had, she had no idea about his feelings and how much she hurted him. She stayed, did not walk away like he had been hoping.
"Is anything else, Ginny?"
"Yes, why do you act so strange?"
"I act strange? Are you sure about that? Is it really me? Or is it you annoying me to death with the fact that you want Quidditch practise? Why don't you go and train yourself?"
The girl was speechless. She turned over and walked away.
"Wasn't that a bit harsh, Harry?"
"Does that matter? Not really!"
For Hermione and Ron it was obvious that Harry did not want to go on talking about Ginny and his behaviour near her. Harry shoke his head. He could not believe how his friends were acting and still asking him actually why he did what they were doing. He got up off his seat.
"If you attend looking for me, I am in the library. Hermione is right. I have to finally get up, yeah, wake up and get my stuff done. And you should too, Ron!" He turned, the same way Ginny had, around and walked out of the hall with fast steps.

Therewihle in the hall. The black haired girl looked at the boy next to her. Draco Malfoy, her boyfriend.
"So what are you going to do now? If your father wants you to?"
"I will of course do it. I mean it is my destiny and if my father tells me to do it, then I will."
"But you can't!"
"You have no idea what I can and what not!" He gave an angry look. She moved back a bit.
"But I thought you love me! How can you be willing to marrie someone else just in fact that you father tells you. Just because it's better for the money of you and your damn family!"
"Pansy, look. That's how I am. You knew that before."
The girl turned away. This was a nightmare, nothing more. She was sure she would wake up every minute and all would be back to normal. This morning was the worsed ever in her life. "Draco, I know you are like that. But what is with the other side? The side you had been showing me all these few weeks? The nice Draco? I mean where is he gone and why is the Draco back who would be willing to even marrie that mudblood Granger just to get saved the money?" "Because the nice Draco has holidays now, Pansy. You will have to get used to the fact that I will have to marrie at the end of this year. And I am sorry to admit that it won't be you, but I guess you already guessed that."
"Yes, that's why I am so shocked. Do you really want this? To give up all of that for nothing?"
"It is not nothing. Normal people call that money. And no I actually don't want to but my Dad would get very angry and you know him, don't you? There is no chance against that."
"Why don't you fight? You really should fight! I mean you aren't even proving me that you don't mean it, that you don't want it."
"I will marrie one of the best-looking woman of all wizard world and I will receave the money. What else might I want to have or to get?"
"Who are we talking about? What woman? You already know her? I think your father told you this morning."
"He told me weeks ago."
"And you did not tell me? How dare you?"
"I dare cause I want to. And yeah, she is beautiful. More than you, obviously."
"Oh, thanks. " Pansy got off her seat; obviously hurted. She hold back her tears; giving him a last hatefull glare. She runned out of the hall, into no where. Finally freeing her tears. They were running down her cheeks. She pushed open the door of the girls lavatory. The first look into a mirror told her that she was already looking bad. She wiped the tears away. Her make-up was totaly spoiled but she did not care. She stared at her refelction untill she heard a noise from the door. The Weasley girl had stepped in. Pansy turned around; shocked, but still managed to keep her mask.
"What do you want in here?"
"Umm...This is a toilete, obviously. So I actually wanted to use it. What about you, Parkinson? What are you doing in here? Crying about your ugly face?"
"Shut up! Mind your own business."
"I am minding my own business. I just asked. I mean everyone can see that you and Draco are having problems. He's not the Prince Charming after all is he?" She laughed at the girl, who returned her an angry glare.
"Just go away, Weasley! I need my space and I want to be alone."
"As if I would care. You are as moody as Harry recently." With that Ginny did her the final favour and attended to leave the room. She had no idea what she did to the girl. An idea was growing inside of her. But first she needed to find Harry.

He sat down at one of the tables in the farest corner; hoping no one would come asking for him, at least not Ginny or Hermione. Both were a little annyoing recently. Since he and Ginny had broken up, the two of them had been chasing him everywhere. In the night and on the day; not leaving a private minute to him. He breathed, finally feeling free. He finally knew why Hermione always went to the library to think. It was calm and enough hidden corners.
Some minutes later Pansy entered the library and she had an aim. Harry had no idea what soon would be happening to him. Pansy smiled to herself. That was definetly one of her better ideas. It took her a bit of time since she finally found him in his corner. She did not say a word, but stared at him. He did not notice. He was stucked in a book about Herbology. He actually barely made any homework without Hermione but this was his final year at Hogwarts and he needed to reach a good result if he wanted to become an auror. And that was his greates passion. If Hermione was too busy minding other peoples stuff than he had to do it on his own. Since the beginning of the seventh year she had changed but he did not care. It wasn't his business though. And if that was how she was now, he accepted it. Like she had always accepted how he changed. After all that happened and after the final fight against Voldemort he was diffrent. He wasn't the little boy at the age of eleven; carefree and happy, filled up with joy for just having the chance to be at Hogwarts. He had grown up, changed his mind, made his own thoughts of life. He knew soon he would be in the offical life as an adult. Nothing would hold that back, nothing would slow down. He turned the page; still not taking any care of the black haired girl that was staring at him now for several minutes.
Pansy did not mind, not yet. She turned over and grabbed the firt book that came to her hands. "History of magic - Focus on the earlier ages"
It was okay for her to pretend reading this. After all she could use it, thought she had to study that anyway. She walked over to Harry and sat down on the armchair next to his table.
"You don't mind, Potter, do you?"
Harry looked up; negativ surprised about the girl next to him.
"What do you want, Parkinson?"
"Nothing, just be alone, get my space and hopefully have managed to get one of the more hidden corners of this library." Her voice wasn't as nice as she planed. He noticed her tone and returned his answer in the same way.
"Fine! Then please do me a favour and leave me alone. Stay there on that chair if you want, but leave me alone. I have to study." He turned back to his book. Pansy smiled. She had started her plan and she was sure it would work out. What could be better to make Draco get angry and jealous then to date his enemy Harry.