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Two chapters in two days! Woop Woop! :P xD So I'd like to thank Kaoru Takeda and starboy454 for reviewing and to the people who favorite and followed this story :)

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Kaoru Takeda: Thank you ! :) I read some stories with Pansy's point of you but she was always a bit fragile or too OOC. Not that she won't be a bit here, because I tried creating a depth to this character which JK obviously thought didn't exist (I'm not bashing JK xD) and I'm not sure if I'm doing a very good job at describing her feelings. And I couldn't help the HHR xD I'm a fan!

I don't own anything or else there would obviously be more HHR and I just love Elton's song! :D

Anyway, on to the chapter! Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 2: The bitch is back

"I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch

Oh the bitch is back

Stone cold sober as a matter of fact

I can bitch, I can bitch

'Cause I'm better than you

It's the way that I move

The things that I do"

The bitch is back – Elton John

"Thank you so much Professor." I smiled sweetly at McGonagall and went on my way. The old Transfiguration teacher had been surprisingly very nice about that letter and had agreed to write it faster than I thought. I smiled. Today was a pretty good day!

I ran to the Slytherin common room and into my dorm, falling in front of my trunk. I opened it quickly and took the university application from it. I reread it quickly, watching out for any mistake, did the same with my cover letter and smiled satisfied. I had just recuperated my recommendations letters from Snape, McGonagall, Vector and the old Flitwhick which I had asked them to write this morning. I put every paper in an envelope and went to the owlery. Once my letter was on her way, safely tucked on an owl's paw, I decided to go eat lunch before going to study in the library. If I wanted to secure that place in WU I had to pass my N.E.W.T with flying colors!

"Parkinson." I heard Draco drawl from behind me. Here went my hope of avoiding him. Then again, it wasn't surprising to see him around since we were in front of the Slytherin common room.

"What do you want?" I asked, turning around slightly to look at him. He looked dashing, as usual. His grey eyes were trained on me, watching me like a hawk. Surprisingly he was alone, his little girlfriend not hanging out of his arm.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"Great hall though I don't think it concerns you." I answered spitefully even though seeing him still sent chills running up my spine.

"I wanted to talk to you." He replied as if he didn't hear me, moving closer until he was in the perfect distance to have a quiet chat without anyone overhearing.

I sighed slightly, looking around in hopes that some people would interrupt us. Unfortunately for me, the cold corridor was abandoned.

"Look, Draco, I'm not sure why you're talking to me since you never really bothered to do it before but I actually need to go." I told him, stressing the word 'need'. I hoped to whatever god there was that he didn't hear the small tremor in my voice.

I didn't wait for an answer anyway and nearly ran away from him. Suddenly, I didn't feel that hungry so I headed to the library instead, hoping that doing my homework would get him out of my mind. Avoiding him physically was easy –until now- but psychically it was another matter entirely.

I had done enough crying yesterday, I needed to be strong now. It might take me weeks or years but I would get over him. I had to. I took a deep breath and opened the library doors.

She couldn't understand them. Weren't they best friend since seven years? Maybe it didn't mean that much to them. Maybe she made that all up in her head. She sighed harshly while rolling her eyes and walked into the library. She quickly found a deserted table and threw her bag loudly on it, sitting down and waving an apology to Madam Pince who was surprised by her uncharacteristic behavior.

"Are you okay?" Someone asked.

Hermione looked up at the harsh voice. "Why shouldn't I be?" She asked, raising an eyebrow defiantly.

Parkinson rolled her eyes and went back to her schoolwork, shaking her head while the Gryffindor looked around again, deep in thoughts.

Best friends…. Maybe they didn't even know what it meant. Or maybe she didn't… She sighed, putting her head in her hands. She shouldn't be this angry, it was absolutely normal after all for teenagers to want to spend more time with their girlfriends than with their best friends. However it was utterly ridiculous for the best friend to be jealous of the girlfriends. Then again, if it was just Ronald who had abandoned her in order to be with his girlfriend, she wouldn't have taken it that hard since she could still have talked and spend some time with Harry. But no! Her two best friends had found girlfriends at the same time, leaving her alone to wallow in self-pity… Why was it so easy for them (for Ronald) to find a girlfriend while it was so hard for her to get a boyfriend? Victor Krum didn't count. He was nice but definitely not what she was looking for. Sure she dreamed of romance but not a bunch of roses every one hour! And yes, she also wanted and wished for independence… but not that much independence, they didn't leave in the same country! She sighed again, banging her head on the table. It wasn't fair that Harry had a girlfriend.

"Are you finished?" The same harsh voice whispered again.

"What do you want again?" Hermione looked up, glaring at the brunette who looked a bit different than usual.

"Not that I hate watching you try to break your head against the table but I'm trying to study." Pansy answered, rolling her eyes while motioning to the multitude of books scattered around her table.

"Well, sorry." The Gryffindor replied sarcastically, while dropping her head against the table again.

"Look, if you so wanted Potter you should have stepped up before, instead of letting that Brown girl have him and then coming cry a river over him in the library." The Slytherin half yelled, insisting on the word library.

"Potter? I mean Harry? He has nothing to do with all of this!" Hermione replied spitefully after straightening up.

"Boohoo your little Potter's got a girlfriend that's why you're mad, so snatch your head out of your ass and stop being a clueless bitch about it." Parkinson said, standing up and leaving the library, sending a smirk to the librarian who was making her way toward them.

Hermione breathed deeply and muttered a quite sorry to Madam Pince. The old woman glared at her but nodded nonetheless. With a little sigh Hermione turned back toward her book, lost in her thoughts yet again. What was Parkinson talking about? Harry wasn't her little Potter. Sure she was mad because he had a girlfriend but it wasn't because of some hidden feelings. She was alone. Both of her best friends had left her alone. But why was she angrier with Harry than Ron? Her thoughts were a complete mess.

She looked around, and decided to leave. Maybe going to talk to Ginny about what she did yesterday would be better than sitting there and thinking. For once she wished she could just turn off her brain.

Well that went well. I said I was going to be strong, not that I was going to stop being a snarky bitch. Plus Hermione Granger had it coming anyway.

"That girl should have her head checked out!" I whispered, climbing the stairs toward my dorm. Oh no! I thought once I had open the door.

"Well look who's here! We didn't see you in a while, Parkinson?" Millicent Bulstrode barked, laughing with some other Slytherin girls, Daphne sitting in the middle.

"And?" I raised an eyebrow defiantly, walking to my bed and putting my bag on it.

"And how is it being the used rags thrown away after use?" She asked, smiling widely.

"How is it looking like a hag who just got out of a sty?" I asked, smiling too.

"What did you call me?" She asked, standing up and running to me.

"A hag." I said again, pronouncing every syllable distinctively. I smiled again and turned around to put a book out of my bag.

"At least I'm not the whore who was dumped for a Weasel!" Millicent laughed.

I turned back around quickly, angrier than ever. I swallowed and tried to control myself.

"No, you're the idiot who no one likes and who looks like she just stepped out of a book about the goblin's rebellions." I replied sardonically.

"Millicent." Daphne screamed, when she saw that the girl was about to punch me. "You'll be able to do that when we won't have to go back home and when there's no way anyone will see her bruises." She said haughtily.

"Or yours." I replied, smiling at her, taking my bag again and going out of the Slytherin common room.

"Who would want her now?" I heard Daphne say loudly, while laughing with the other girls, before the door to the dorm finally closed.

No one I guess, I thought. I closed my eyes tightly, hoping my tears would go away. One second more with these girls and I was sure I would have killed one of them. I quickly made my way to the room of Requirement and decided to sleep there tonight. I only had to remember to wake up early tomorrow in order to take a shower and change before my classes began.

This was maybe going to be harder than I thought. These girls were going to taunt me until I broke. I will need to show them that no words can hurt me or else... It will just be a downward spiral I guess. They will never leave me alone until I break but they had forgotten that when it came to scheming or putting people down, I was the best. The bitch is back…, I thought, or is still here at least. I laughed loudly at myself and fell on the bed, hugging the fluffy pillow. Come on five days more until the holidays. I couldn't wait to see my little Gardenia, these holidays were going to be wonderful I would make sure of it, and a change of scenery would definitely make me feel better.

I hope you like it :) Let me know what you think!

And, I hope the switch of point of you wasn't too strange!

Love,

Rose