The next day Hermione went to the library to 'catch up' on reading, while I went to the Slytherin common room to catch up with everyone. As I sat down Pansy sat next to me, she was that close that she was almost sat on my knee.
"How's Granger?" She asked, surprisingly with real concern.
"She seemed fine."
"What is the Gryffindor's problem? I mean Granger of all people leading anyone on. No girl asked to be attacked."
"It's not them all, it's she weasel. The rest don't know what to think. The problem is that Ginny and Potty are going at it so if she gets him on her side she gets everyone on her side."
"Yes, well Granger's got all of us on her side and unlike the Gryffindor's we are not afraid to bite on school grounds."
"She's right, we may be Deatheaters but what he did is beyond sick." Blaze put in.
We all sat in silence for a few minuets, Pansy was staring into the fire then she frowned and turned to me.
"Where is she?"
"Umm, library, I think."
"What? You've left her alone. After what happened."
"He didn't go all the way, she seemed fine."
"She will still be traumatised, she trusted and loved him and he betrayed her." I looked at her frowning. "Boy's. Come on!"
"You are so violent Pansy."
"Shut up."
We wondered to the library in search of her. I still didn't understand why we had to go find her, she wanted time alone, girls. When we reached the library we saw Granger at the back table but she wasn't alone. Potty was there. Has we grew closer we could hear the bits of the conversation.
"Hermione, maybe you got it wrong."
"Got it wrong, how does anyone get that wrong?"
"I don't know, maybe…"
He stopped short has Pansy cast a spell at him. He squealed in pain and held onto his dick for dear life. The gluing was painful. I took the silence has my queue to jump in.
"Potty, I saw what happened and it was no mistake. He hit her more than once and he ripped her cloths off, there was no mistake. You just don't want to face up to reality."
He just gave me a look then jumped up to set of running, to the hospital wing no doubt, but I stopped him.
"Just so you know Potter, if you or any of the Gryffindor's do anything to her you not only have me to deal with, but the rest of the Slytherins and we will use the killing curse."
"Try it Malfoy."
"Remember Potty, you no long have a mother to protect you with love or Voldermort soul swimming through your blood, it will be easy and there will be no need for trying."
He pulled his arm away and walked away and out of the door with all of us watching after him. The first to move was Pansy who sat down across from Hermione.
"I know you told me not to use the spell but he deserved it. Got the wrong end of the stick my…"
"It's ok Pansy. You may have to teach me."
"What is it with the Gryffindor's?"
"They all love Ron, they don't like to think he is capable of such a thing."
"They are supposed to love you too, yet they think you are capable of making it up."
"I don't understand, the Slytherins are supposed to be evil."
"We are but there is a limit. I mean murder is one thing but…" Pansy stopped short.
"You seem to be more hurt then me about it."
"Because, if he had succeeded, he would have killed you, inside, you never really recover. You are a strong woman, a very strong one, but he could have taken all your strength away, he would have torn you apart…" Tears filled her eyes.
Blaise and I wondered over to Pansy and wrapped our arms around her. Blaise kissed her on the forehead and Hermione's face scrunched up.
"Did it happen to you?" She asked Pansy.
"Never again."
"Because she has us, right Pan's?"
She smiled, "Yes, I have my friends."
"When?" Hermione asked.
"The war, I had planned to betray Voldermort, so has punishment he gave me to foul Deatheater. One of the lowest of the low."
"Poor thing."
Pansy giggled a little then stood up. She dragged Hermione up with her via her robes then let go and then she grabbed Blaise and me by our robes and dragged us from the room with Hermione following.
"I need a butter beer." She called to us.
"The three broomsticks it is." Hermione said smiling.