Beneath the Façade

Jealousy

Draco Malfoy was right now staring wide eyed at the talking couple in front of his eyes. Earlier that day, he watched as his best mate, Blaise, came in through the dungeon doors with a large mark of a sure hit against his jaw. Then he heard that it was the great Harry Potter who did this to his Italian friend. Then, when he was passing through a group of students on his way to Hogsmeade, he heard that Potter and Parkinson were going together. So, Draco Malfoy was found standing in front of Three Broomsticks looking at a peculiar pair consisting of a Gryffindor and a Slytherin, talking animatedly like they had known each other for years. Anger was etched over the entire demeanor of the blond Malfoy Heir.

Pansy's POV

"Parkinson."

The entire day had been great. I never thought that Potter and I had so many things in common... well except for the fact that his parents are dead and he is just a lowly halfblood... or not?

What is wrong with me? It's like I'm losing control of myself--mum and dad will kill me if they found out that I've pulled a stunt just to save a bloody Gryffindor... And 'the-boy-who-lived' at that, the enemy of THEIR lord...

I walked into the common room and found Draco Malfoy waiting there for me.

"Crabbe and Goyle said you wanted to talk to me?" I questioned him.

Of course my parents can't very well blame me, I'm neutral in this war after all. I mean, do they really expect that I'm going to join Voldemort and be his Death Eater? No way--I'll never serve under someone who's only but a filthy halfblood and--

Like Harry? A sudden, haunting voice interrupted her thoughts; it was a familiar voice inside her head; it was her voice, her other voice.

'No! Harry is different!'

What makes you say that? After all, he's just a filthy little halfblood who is living off in fame for something his filthy mudblood mother did. What do they call it? Oh yeah... LOVE... What a sickening notion!

'SHUT UP!'

"Good to know that those two at least have some use." Draco answered me with slight disgust in his voice.

"Of course. They're still Slytherin after all." I felt bad whenever he would talk about Crabbe and Goyle that way, it wasn't their fault that they were, well…the way they were.

"Parkinson--Pansy.., I know that I've been an arse--"

And then there's that bloody mudblood Harry goes hanging around with all the time. What was her name? Granger isn't it? Bah. A bloody know-it-all Gryffindork following with blindness the 'noble' teachings of the beloved Godric Gryffindor. I mean, it's just some bloody damned hypocrisy teaching people to 'love the mudbloods', 'do not kill your enemies'—the voice continued in it's low, tormenting whispers.

'I said SHUT UP!'

--what a really stupid thing to do actually... And you, dear Pansy, you should be ashamed of yourself--I mean, you do have the power to defy both sides of the equation don't you? So why put up with the Potter? Unless of course you plan to do the same with him just as what you do to the young Malfoy.., fool him,--

"And I know that I've probably made you fell like you're some slut that is to be taken for granted but-- I... I really don't want you to hang around Potter..."

Pansy suddenly focused on what Draco was saying, and tried to fight back the voice.

"W-what..? W-who told you that lie--"

"I was there bitch! Don't lie to me!"

"But Draco--"

"You're being bloody goody-goody with the bloody boy-who-lived behind my back aren't you? So what's the catch Pansy? Making me jealous?"

"Draco I--"

"Well it's BLOODY working so are you happy now!"

"Draco, you don't understand!"

"What do I not understand! That you're really a slut after all!"

SLAP!

"Don't call me that ever again... And if you must know, I owed Potter a favor so I merely returned it... And if you hadn't noticed after all these years Draco, I never did betray you or anything against you at all... Even if you did treat me like someone to be taken for granted or dirt--I don't plan to ever do the same to you because, after everything you did to me...

--make him believe in undying loyalty, friendship--

"...I will always love you."

--LOVE... It was really brilliant of you of course, I'm so proud. I mean, what young pureblood would ever think of setting up a facade just to collect information from all sides without being thought an adversary? Brilliant really, dear Pansy, so brilliant that even the famous Dumbledore never suspected you or Voldemort, or, oh yeah, EVERYBODY ELSE.

'Shut up...' Pansy repeated to the voice.

"Pansy..."

"I-I have to go now Draco... I still have to finish my homework..."

"No! Wait!"

"Draco what--"

"I love you too."

"..."

"So... Can we get back together now or what?"

"You're really an arse... But as I've stupidly fallen for you, then…I guess so."

At that moment, Blaise entered the room, with an expression on his face that indicated that he was searching for something.

"Hey Draco, is Pansy--?"

"Oh hey Zabini, yes, she's here..."

"Oh... Look's like I'm disturbing something..."

"It's fine, Blaise..."

Though after everything, I'm a bit dissapointed in you--letting that Zabini know the real you... I mean, why? It would only jeopardize what we have planned after all these years... And do you remember when he hurt you so much? Oh he is so going to pay for that so I'm thinking-- Let's kill him shall we Pansy, dear?

'No...'

Why resist? I mean, after all, you wanted to kill him as much as I wanted to... You wanted to make him pay for being such a nosy Slytherin git. Such a waste, I mean, he is supposed to be pureblood after all...

'No! Blaise is my only friend..!'

Oh pppleeaasee... Don't use that sick idea to try to deny the truth, you can't lie to me, Pansy. After all...you're me.

"We'll talk later, ok Pansy? See you both later..." Zabini said as he left the room.

Draco watched him go and then looked back at Pansy, "I should probably go too, I have some make-up work to do in Transfiguration."

Pansy nodded, "Alright, then I'll see later then."

Draco smiled and gave her a quick kiss, before walking out of the room.

Pansy sighed, and placed a hand on her forehead; all these confusing thoughts were beginning to overwhelm her.