The Challenge
"That is it! I have had it with that horrid little mudblood girl! She's going to pay for taking him from me and making me look like a fool!" Pansy Parkinson shrieked at her reflection in the mirror, as if the mirror would respond.
She hastily dragged a brush through her hair and tossed it down onto the vanity mirror table with a loud crashing noise. She stormed from her room and headed to Meth's dorm room.
~*~
Meth smiled at herself as she heard Pansy come tearing down the hallway towards her bedroom. She could nearly feel the anger emanating from the girl from here. 'You're a fool to think you can try to harm me more than twice and come out alive, Parkinson.' Meth thought viciously.
She glanced at her watch. She was supposed to be meeting with Draco soon. Nothing would keep Meth from him, especially some crazy girl who was out for nothing more than a quick way to the top.
~*~
Pansy pounded her fist on the door to Meth's room. "Open this door right now, you little whore! I'm not going to give up and let you have Draco so easily! Come out and fight me, mudblood!" Her moronic screams echoed through the halls, and Meth calmly opened the door.
"Can I help you, Miss Parkinson?" Meth asked politely with a smirk on her face.
Pansy's face was flushed red with anger. "Yes, you can help me!" With that said, Pansy slapped the taller girl across the face, turning her head to the side.
Meth calmly turned her face back towards Pansy and carefully touched her lips with her fingertips. She looked at them slowly, seeing a crimson gleam on her skin. She looked slightly down into Pansy's face, but she remained calm.
Pansy looked at Meth proudly. "So, you mudbloods do bleed the same color as we do. Isn't that a surprise?"
Meth narrowed her eyes at the offensive little wench and grabbed two fistfuls of her robes, up by her shoulders. Meth slammed Pansy up against the wall, her feet dangling from the air. Pansy cried out in pain as her head hit the wall.
"Now… you listen to ME, you little harlot. If you ever, EVER, touch me like that again…" Meth forced Pansy to look into her eyes. "I WILL kill you, make no mistake. No one strikes me like that without having to pay some recompense for it…" Meth trailed off as she heard footsteps coming down the hall. They were unmistakably Draco's.
Meth's voice was dangerously quiet. "Do you understand me, Parkinson?"
Pansy said nothing and Meth slammed her against the wall again, making Pansy whimper softly. "I SAID, do you understand me?"
Pansy nodded with tears in her eyes. "Good. Now, about your recompense, Miss Parkinson…"
Draco stopped right next to them and looked at the situation with a confused expression on his face. "Um… Meth? What's going on, here?"
"Nothing, Draco. Absolutely nothing." She turned her attention back to Pansy. "You and I are going to have a little duel, Miss Parkinson. No magic, no weapons, just good old hand-to-hand combat. We're going to have this duel tonight, out by the lake, at midnight. Be there… or I'll come get you…" Meth's voice trailed off into a growl.
Pansy nodded quickly, not wanting to evoke any more wrath from the girl with wine colored hair. Meth dropped her to the floor and Pansy ran off to her room crying, but not sobbing.
Draco looked at Meth strangely. "Meth, love, what happened?"
Meth wiped her lips again, trying to stop the bleeding of her lower lip. "The bitch slapped me," she growled. "For no reason at all." She clenched her fist and hit the wall with it, slightly denting the wood by accident.
Draco had never seen anyone so calm and so angry at the same time. "Meth, is there anything I can do for you?" His voice was soft as he looked at her in concern.
She turned to him slowly and whispered, "Yes, there is something you can do for me. Make sure I'm still awake at midnight, tonight. That girl is going to pay for all that she's tried to do to me."
Draco looked somewhat taken aback, but he nodded in compliance. It was on now, the gauntlet had been thrown, and one of the girls might not survive their duel.
