Thank you for every one that keep coming back to read, you guys have been wonderful and I hope you guys enjoy this one.
chaosrin Welcome and thank you for your inputs. I can see where you are coming from but maybe think about the whole picture I made for Pansy's past. She had been oppressed all her life, so now that she can be her, why would she hold to an old self that she didn't even like? I understand that you have references from other stories and you are looking for a more teasing and perhaps bitching Pansy, but if you take a close look in this story, she's like that with her friends. The potion she gave Harry wasn't one that she made herself, her father kept one in their home vault for when she used to run away from him, so she doesn't quite know who to make one, she only knew that her father kept some. As for the environment description, I never thought to describe then actually and I will give it a try in the next chapter, but my main goal is to show this story from Pansy's POV, so I'm more interested in describing what she thinks and fell. I don't know if there's going to be a Hermione POV in the future, but I'm not closing this door! Thank so much for your review and I hope you like this chapter.
At the top of my mind I could describe the various emotions that I've felt when arriving or returning to Hogwarts. The fascination of my first year, the pride of my second, the responsibility of my third, the wariness of my fourth, the infatuation of my fifth, the dread of my sixth and the desperation of my seventh year. All emotions that once enveloped me in a tight embrace, now gave space to a calmness.
This time there was no pressure, no expectations or reputation to uphold. I was here to be me, not to act according to else's views and that thought made smile, a true smile, those who reach your eye and make hard to see, so large that I was afraid my face would split in two.
I turned around and found that Draco did not share the same reaction as me.
"It's gonna be fine Drake, no matter what happens, we are going to be there for each other in a way that we couldn't before." I held his face in my hands and gave him a kiss on his cheeks. "And if everything goes to shit we just throw Blaise as bait and run like we have fire on our arses."
"Hey!" Blaise protested as Draco laughed so hard that he's eyes watered, and he had to hold his stomach. My smile got even bigger after that and I didn't even think it was possible.
I pulled them closer to the line for the carriages and my smile dimmed at the sight of the Threstals. The beasts looked more haunting in person than I believed would be.
"You can see them too." Said a soft voice.
"Hello Luna, how are you?" The carriages stopped, the Threstal next to us turned his dark eyes at me, making me shudder. "And yes, I suppose I can." I said taking my eyes off the Threstal and looking at her.
She hasn't changed a bit, aside from her hair that now rested on her shoulders, she still had that easy smile on her lips and eyes that seemed to see through your layers.
People could say many things about Luna Lovegood, but at least she was true to herself. It did not matter what other people thought, her ideals and her way of being her, never changed. She didn't adapt to make others happy, she simply let them say their pieces because it did not mean anything and in the end that's all I ever wanted for myself.
It was one of the things that kept me from picking on her, not that I thought that she would retaliate but I just couldn't gather the courage to maybe take that look from her face.
"I'm sorry for your loss." She said making me shrugg. "Every one lost something or someone, it's not a big deal." Before she could say something Potter stopped next to us with Granger and Weasley, who thought it was a nice idea to open his mouth. When it was?
"Typical." He said with a heavy look on his face. "But what else could you expect from a snake? You lot only care for yourselves, I don't even know I we have to put up with you, your kind should be in Azkaban with the rest." he spat at me crossing his harm to appear intimidating.
Potter made an attempt to interfere, but I was faster.
"See, as I said everyone lost something. Weasley for example lost his brains, but if he can take a good look maybe he can find it up his ass." Draco snickered, making Weasley even more angry, his face was turning as red as his hair. "But since that's unlikely to happen, perhaps you should let the more intelligent people form sentences, you don't want to hurt yourself with such big words." I finished smirking at him.
He made an attempt to pick his wand but Potter stopped him.
"Come on mate, don't do this. We already had enough of it." He looked Weasley's straight in the face before turning and looking at me.
I raised my hands in surrender and smiled at him.
Granger's face held a frown that only deepened as she watched our interactions.
Blaise chose that moment to remind Potter of their ongoing bet. "If you are quite done, do remember that you owe me a rematch on Wizard's Chess. I will not be the one to help Pansy do her shopping." I rolled my eyes at him.
"Are you that bad?" I almost jumped out of my skin, Luna as so quietly watching our interactions that I forgot that she was even there.
I could feel my face heathen and Draco was the one to answer her.
"The worst, she dragged me around for hours to buy furniture after she destroyed her house and had the nerve to be pissed of after I begged for a break." I interfered after that remark.
"Stop being so dramatic Malfoy, we only had started looking at the stores." Potter took that as opening to add his piece.
"You can't deny that you are the worst at choosing Pansy, you take forever to pick something." I narrowed my eye at him. "You are one to say it Potter, how much time did you take combing your hair this morning?"
We kept your bickering for quite a while actually, before Granger had enough.
"Can we go Harry?" She said making us look at her, she kept her eyes at Potter but I could see that she was uncomfortable, maybe even angry. It didn't take me long to understand that the look on her face did not show angry but instead showed hurt.
Potter only nodded sheepishly and made his way into the carriage with Granger and Weasley on his toes.
I helped Luna climb the step and followed after with Draco and Blaise.
The ride was awkward, to say at least.
I kept a light talk with Luna about some Nargles and who much she hoped they wouldn't keep stealing her shoes. Not that I believed in them but I didn't see the point on pressing the matter.
Weasley kept talking to Harry hastily, clearly not happy with the odd friendship we made these past months. But what kept bothering me was Granger, her usual questioning personality hadn't shown yet, but she kept her eyes on us.
The only time that I saw her express something was when Weasley said something that I couldn't hear clearly, it made her frown and steal a look at me and then back at Potter who was blushing like a first year. The last thing that she said was that they would talk later and turned her face to look at the lake.
We got close to the castle and Draco slipped his hand in mine dragging my attention to him.
He looked sick and my heart clenched. Of all of us, he was going to be the one target the most. People could only see the son of a Death Eater who followed his father's steps, but couldn't see the boy who had no choice.
All our lives the paths we should follow had already been traced, there wasn't space for questions, for wants, for doubts. Our parents had already chosen our choices before they even knew what to name us. The only thing they left for us was obedience and blind loyalty.
But they are not here, there wasn't anymore shadows blocking our eyes. We are free to be the person we want to be, for good or for bad, now it was up to us.
I clenched his hand while Blaise put his on top of ours making me smile.
The Sorting Hat had been right all along.
In Slytherin you'll make your real friends.
