You're The One That I want

By: babykelyse

A/N: So you are ALL officially allowed to throw rotten veggies at me. It's been nearly 5 months since my last update, and I'm so sorry for that. But as you know (or will know now) I'm in college, so I didn't have as much time on my hands during my first semester. But I PROMISE I'll do a better job of updating once I get back to school in January and get my creative juices flowing. Unfortunately, nothing has been coming to me for this story, so if the chapter sucks...well ummm I'll make it up for it some kind of way . So without further ado, on with the story!

Author Responses: You know I dearly love you all, but its 11pm and I'm just not up to responding to individual reviews. I do acknowledge each and every one of them, and you're all wonderful.

Four

For Harry, the detentions with Parkinson had gone by rather slowly, and more importantly, uneventfully. Since the night he'd taken matters into his own hands, she'd delved into her own world, hardly glancing his way, and dressing in less alluring outfits. He knew he should have been relieved at that, but he found himself oddly disappointed. He'd expected more of a fight from her. As for his late night discovery of Ginny and Malfoy, he'd kept it to himself, and Ron remained oblivious to anything. It was obvious, probably more so to Harry than others, that Ginny and Malfoy were still seeing each other secretly. Harry felt faintly ill at the thought, but he wasn't Ginny and he was happy if she was happy. Harry sighed as he looked back at his watch. His last detention was tonight, and would be with the batty Trelawney.

That'll be right fun, he thought to himself sarcastically.

Deciding to skip putting on robes altogether, Harry pulled on a white button-down shirt over his black sleeveless shirt, and pulled on his shoes. He stuck his wand in his back pocket, ran his hands through his hair, and finally left out of his room and down into the common room. Thankfully, the common room was empty, and Harry quickly made his way out into the hall before someone came out and brought him into conversation. Harry wandered the halls slowly, not at all worried about getting to his detention on time. His thoughts ran back to Parkinson, and he wondered just why she was acting so docile lately. Surely, it was another attempt at getting him to let his defenses down, but he wouldn't have anymore of that. All too soon, Harry found himself approaching Trelawney's door, and with a heavy sigh, he walked in.

"Where is everyone?"

Parkinson jumped at the sound of his voice, and Harry found himself smirking slightly. She'd gone without robes tonight as well, but her clothes continued to cover most of her body. She wore dark jeans, and a long-sleeved shirt, that rode up slightly to show her creamy skin. Harry felt himself stirring, and quickly thought of less appealing things.

"Trelawney already came, Potter. She said to clean her damn crystal balls. And don't even think about using your wand. They cast some sort of charm that won't allow us to use magic inside this room."

Harry shrugged his shoulders and immediately went over to the cleaning supplies. He didn't want to be with Parkinson all night and he'd clean doubly fast to make sure of it. He felt her staring at him, but wisely ignored it. After what seemed like an eternity, she walked over and began helping him polish the crystal balls. They worked in complete silence, and by the time, they'd had half of the crystal balls done, Harry had removed his shirt, and Pansy had shoved her sleeves up to her elbows. As they were working, Harry tried to keep his eyes off of the small sliver of skin the shirt allowed him to see, and keep his mind on things that wouldn't get him all hot and bothered. More than once, he felt her eyes sliding over him, and Harry was more than pleased. The tension in the air was thick, but the two teens did everything to avoid it. Finally, it came time for them to begin putting up the crystal balls, and they did so in silence.

Each time Harry reached up to place a crystal ball on the shelf, Pansy had to nearly bite her tongue to keep from drooling. His shirt would rise just a bit and give her a clear view of his tanned and toned stomach and the sparse black hair that grew there. She kept her eyes glued to either the crystal ball or the floor for fear that she would do something completely stupid and un-Slytherin. As she handed him the last crystal ball, her fingers brushed his and she felt a shock go right up her arm. She looked up at him, and quickly found herself drowning in his eyes.

This was not supposed to be this way, she thought to herself. When did I find myself attracted to him?

They continued staring, and finally, Pansy spoke up.

"Well are you going to keep staring, Potter, or are you going to put the damn ball up so we can leave?"

Instantly, she regretted her harsh words as his eyes shuttered and then glittered with anger. He shoved the glass ball on the shelf and then quickly moved over to where he'd dropped his shirt. As he headed towards the door, Pansy called out.

"Potter! Wait!"

"What do you want, Parkinson?"

"Look, I'm...sorry about what I said. It was uncalled for."

Harry turned to look at the blonde girl in surprise. Slytherins never apologized to anyone, much less to a Gryffindor.

"Alright, Parkinson. What is up with you?"

Pansy blinked her surprise.

"Excuse me?"

"Why are you acting...human all of a sudden? You don't apologize to anyone, much less me, and you've been acting too...docile these last few days to be at all normal."

If Harry hadn't ever met the Weasley twins, he was sure his ears would have burned off with the curses that came from Parkinson's mouth. She went on for what seemed like ages, until she finally calmed enough to speak to him.

"I'll show you bloody docile, Potter. I'll make your life such a living hell you'll wish you'd died along with your parents..."

As soon as the last sentence was out of her mouth, Pansy felt herself being shoved violently against the wall.

"Never speak of my parents, Parkinson," Harry ground out in a dangerous voice.

In the face of his anger, all of Pansy's bravado fled, and she felt a shaft of fear go through her. His hands were crushing her wrists, and she was sure she'd be sporting bruises tomorrow. Her back was already aching from the force of Harry pushing her against the wall. She knew her face reflected her fear, and she felt disgust coming up in her as well. Slytherins never showed fear, but then they'd never been at force with Harry Potter's anger. Weakly, she nodded her head, and sighed with relief when he released her from his grip.

She watched as he snatched his shirt, and slammed out of the classroom. Pansy was mortified to feel tears welling in her eyes, and her heart was still racing rather fast. Slowly she slid down the wall and stared unseeingly across the room. Harry Potter was definitely not a force to be reckoned with.

A/N: Sorry it's so short my loves. I think I did pretty well coming from a 5 month hiatus lol So there wasn't too much...action in this, but I assure you there will be more Harry/Pansy snogging in the future. I can't have them getting together THAT easily now can I? So with that said and done, reviews are much appreciated(hint hint) and you won't have to wait another 5 months for the next chapter, I assure. You know the drill. Read, review, and as always, enjoy. Ciao