Chapter 10
The Parkinson Manor; what wonderful sight it was. Pansy truly missed it. Although her family life could be relatively hectic, Pansy did have some lovely memories of her childhood. Especially with her brother. They used to be really close, despite the three-year age difference, but when Zachary hit puberty that's when things changed for the worse. He was 'too cool' to hang with his little sister in public. Pansy scoffed at the memory as she struggled with carrying her trunk up to the front entrance. She looked confused. Where were the house elves? Her back was killing her.
Pansy finally heaved her trunk up the final step.
"Phew!" She wiped the beads of sweat off her forehead. "Here goes nothing."
Pansy opened the door and made her way inside the familiar household. "Hello? Anyone home?" Her voice echoed throughout the home.
"Pansy!" greeted Mrs. Parkinson. Mrs. Parkinson was fairly short, just like Pansy was. She had short dark hair that was tied up into a tight bun and wore bohenim-style robes. She grinned as she embraced her daughter in a long, bone-crushing hug. "Come in, come in."
Pansy liked the feeling of being in her mother's arms. It made her feel like she was actually loved. On the other hand, her mother on occasions could be so self-absorbed and a total neat freak.
"Uh…mum, where are the house elves?" Pansy did not want to carry her trunk up the stairs.
Mrs. Parkinson laughed. "Oh sorry sweetie pie they've been busy all day long getting everything in order for the Christmas ball. We do need to show everyone that the Parkinson's can throw a successful Christmas ball, just as well as the Malfoy's can." Mrs. Parkinson had a smug look on her face.
"Oh." Pansy was disappointed. "Where are dad and Zack?"
"Your father is in the study and Zack is with his girlfriend somewhere." hollered Mrs. Parkinson as she made her way into another room leaving Pansy alone to carry her heavy trunk.
Pansy looked up at the stairs terrified. "Oh boy!"
After the exhausting trip up the stairs, Pansy collapsed on her bed in her messy bedroom. Even though Pansy's mother was a neat freak, Pansy purposely told her not to touch anything in her room or else she would kill herself. Okay, so Pansy wouldn't really kill herself but she found complaining, whining and being over-dramatic always played up to her advantage. Pansy's thoughts were interrupted when someone knocked on her door. "Come in." Pansy said loudly.
Mr. Parkinson stepped into view. He was a plump man with piercing blue eyes that were very much intimidating. He wore jet-black robes. "Hi." He started. He was never really good at ice-breakers.
From where Pansy laid on her bed she could smell the alcohol on her dad's breath. He had probably been drinking while he was in the study. "Hey dad."
"I received an owl from Professor Snape. He seems to be sincerely concerned about your grades. He told me you've been skipping your classes." Mr. Parkinson addressed the serious issue with a stern approach.
Pansy looked away from her furious-looking father. "I wasn't skipping. I just haven't been feeling well lately."
Mr. Parkinson scoffed. "You'd expect me to believe that?"
Pansy sat up straight. "Dad I'm your daughter! Of course you're supposed to believe me!" She gave her father a disgusted look. "You know when you walked into my room, I thought you were going to ask me how school has been, but instead your asking me whether I've been skipping or not! This frankly, is really none of your business!"
Mr. Parkinson's jaw tightened due to the emotion of anger over-taking him. He walked closer to Pansy giving her his most intimidating look he could muster up. He could smell her fear.
Pansy wondered how her parents fell in love and got married. She knew her mother was currently unhappy now, that's why she had 'sleepovers' or 'worked late' with Mr. Nott.
Mr. Parkinson slapped Pansy hard across the face. It wasn't much of a surprise since Pansy knew it was coming. "Don't talk to me like that Pansy!"
As soon as his back faced the other way Pansy muttered, "I can talk to you any way I like." Luckily for her Mr. Parkinson didn't hear that comment. Pansy rubbed her cheek. It hurt like a bitch.
Pansy's ears perked up as she heard a faint tapping sound on her window sill. It was a white snowy owl. Pansy jumped off her bed, opened the window and petted the owl. She then proceeded to read the letter.
Pansy
Hi Pansy how are you? I'm at Ron's house now but we're still coming to the ball…under an invisibility cloak. I hope you understand that it's for our own protection. Hope to see you soon.
Harry
Pansy took out her favorite quill (that said Parkinson on it) and wrote back.
Harry
Hey, how long are you staying at Ron's house? Is Hermione there too? Tell her I say hi and ask her what she's planning to wear on the night. Tell her I recommend purple for her.
Pansy
P.S. Oh by the way I understand why. Lates!
Pansy watched Hedwig fly out the window. She stared out the window which overlooked the street she lived on. It was getting dark and the streets lamps were sparsely lit. She remembered this one time where Draco surprised her in the middle of the night. She got up and opened the window for him and they talked about his father for what seemed like hours. Pansy liked that side of Draco which rarely anyone knew existed.
There was yet another knock at the bedroom door.
"Come in!" Pansy said rather impatiently.
"Hey sis." greeted Zachary stepping into the bedroom.
"Hi Zack!" Pansy said cheerfully. "Sup with you?"
"Nothing much. I was just hoping you could do me a… favor."
Pansy rolled her eyes. Her brother was always asking for favors. "Okay, what is it?" She and Zachary looked quite similar. They both had dark hair and dark eyes. The only difference was he was much, much taller.
Zachary said, "I need to borrow some money for my date tonight with Hillary. It's really urgent, that's why I'm asking Pans."
Pansy laughed and walked over to her trunk to get out some left over holiday money. "Mum and Dad wouldn't give you any money?"
"Nope! Dad's furious so I thought it would be wise not to ask him just yet. Thanks, I'll pay you back." Zachary said as Pansy handed him the money.
"Okay." Pansy said knowing that he wouldn't pay her back. He'd probably forget on purpose. After all, Zachary Parkinson was sorted into Slytherin. All Slytherins are cunning.
Just as Zachary was about to leave he turned around and asked, "How's Draco?" Zachary had always liked Draco. They both had a lot in common, such as being good with the ladies, extremely cocky, outgoing and protective of Pansy.
"Uh…he's good." replied Pansy. She didn't want to talk about what really happened, with her brother. "He's bringing Daphne Greengrass to the Christmas ball."
"Oh." Zachary gave Pansy a questioning glance. "Are you okay with that?"
Pansy was stunned. Since when did her brother care about her love life? Better yet her non-existent love life. "Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be? Daphne's quite…" Pansy had the urge to say a certain B word that rhymed with witch, but she restrained her anger and instead said,
"….Something." She laughed nervously.
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The day after was the Christmas ball. The Parkinson Manor looked absolutely flawless with all of the Christmas decorations they put up. The Christmas tree especially looked great because of the fact that it was real. Mr. Parkinson himself had to go off into the woods and cut the tree down! To add some entertainment to the ball, the Parkinson's had hired a fake Santa to entertain the children while the adults had their precious grown-up time.
Pansy looked gorgeous as usual. She was wearing a red dress from a store called FX. Pansy knew the guests would automatically question her taste, but Hermione was going to be wearing a dress too, so Pansy wanted Hermione to feel more comfortable at the ball. To finish off the look, Pansy wore her hair half-up half-down style.
So far there was no sign of Draco and Daphne. Knowing Daphne, she would want a nice grand entrance so everyone could see that she was with a Malfoy. Even though Pansy didn't have a date she was the host and it was her job to mingle with everyone. Witches and Wizards of all ages.
Pansy's eyes roamed for some Hogwarts students. She quickly spotted Tracey holding hands with a shy Terry. Pansy observed that they made a really cute couple. She smiled happily and walked over to them. "Hi guys!"
Tracey smiled. She wore a turquoise dress robe. "Pansy, hey!" She hugged her friend. "You know Terry Boot?" She motioned to the guy standing next to her in the dark blue dress robe.
"Yes I do." Pansy waved at Terry. "Welcome to my lovely Manor!"
"Yes it is very lovely." replied Terry as he observed his surroundings. "Uh Pansy where's your washroom?"
"Oh it's just upstairs. It's straight down the hall so you won't miss it."
"Thank you." Terry gave Tracey a quick smile and walked up the spiral staircase.
"Isn't he the best-looking Ravenclaw you've ever seen?" gushed Tracey. "I really like him."
"That's great, Trace." Pansy was happy for her friend that she found someone for a change that wasn't sorted into Slytherin house. Pansy knew that sort of thing took guts. Some of the Slytherins and Ravenclaws wouldn't be happy about the idea of Tracey and Terry going out.
"So Granger's coming right? I told Terry she was coming and he looked pleased about it." Tracey pretended to throw-up. "I don't even know why he would be pleased to see his tutor. All she does is help him with his school work. It's a completely meaningless relationship."
Pansy laughed. "Maybe they're good friends."
Tracey's eyes went dark. "I hope they're not. Terry cannot be friends with a Mudblood." With that comment Tracey walked off, leaving a perplexed Pansy.
Pansy stood in the same spot for a while thinking about Tracey's words. She seemed different. More, evil, then her usual self. Pansy shrugged, abandoning the thought and started walking again when she bumped into what appeared to be thin-air. "What the-?" She trailed off.
"Its us." whispered Harry.
"Oh…follow me over here." Pansy walked off to a corner where no one could really see her. Pansy turned her back to the party so no one would see her talking- to what must look like herself.
"Thanks for coming. Seriously though, you guys aren't planning to hide under that thing for the whole night are you?"
"No only for a couple of minutes." answered Ron. "It's pretty squishy in here."
"Not for long." Hermione appeared.
"Hermione what are you doing?" Ron was flabbergasted but he liked what Hermione was wearing. He could feel his heart racing faster and possibly some drool roll down his chin.
"Mione you look so pretty." Pansy looked her up and down noticing that she was wearing a dark purple dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. She also wore here hair in a fancy- up do style. Pansy hugged Hermione. "Come on let's go get something to drink. You boys alright?"
"Yeah." was the reply. Harry and Ron both watched Pansy and Hermione link arms and walk off.
"They're becoming fast friends." noted Ron.
"Remember Ron its called acting." Harry watched Pansy's eyes light up with excitement as she talked to Hermione. "Pansy looks beautiful."
"Uh huh." said Ron absent-mindedly. His mind was on someone else. "Hermione looks beautiful too."
Meanwhile, Pansy was introducing her new friend to her parents, who had just finished having a conversation with the Zabini's.
"Mum, Dad! This is Hermione. Hermione these are my parents." said Pansy using her most polite tone of voice.
"It's nice to meet you." Hermione shook both their hands.
Pansy had the urge to snigger. If her parents knew that they just touched a muggle-born they would surely flip out and cause a scene. Then it would be like a real party.
"Hello, Hermione." said Mrs. Parkinson in the sweetest voice she could muster. "Are your parents here?"
Pansy and Hermione looked at each other and silently panicked.
"Actually they're on a business trip in… Canada!" lied Hermione. "They've been very busy lately with all the work that they have to do."
"I love Canada. It's quite breath-taking there." said Mr. Parkinson. "Which province are they in?"
Hermione thought very quickly of her limited-knowledge of Canadian geography. "Ontario. Yes, they're in Ontario."
"I see." Mr. Parkinson looked at Hermione suspiciously. He sensed something different. "What do they do to make a day's living?"
"Oh look, Mr. Nott and Theodore just arrived!" Pansy said pointing them out as a distraction. It was defiantly Hermione's lucky night tonight.
Mrs. Parkinson giggled, which (luckily) went unnoticed by Mr. Parkinson. "I've got to ask Matthew about his visit to Azkaban! Getting released is a huge deal and you know…I just need to know all the details of his er…excursion!" She skipped off happily.
"Well Dad, Hermione and I are going to go find Millicent and Nikki. See you later!" Pansy linked arms with Hermione again. "That was a close one. Good thing my mom is really into Mr. Nott, or we both would have been goners."
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Harry had his invisibility cloak off. He was in the washroom, so as far he was concerned he was safe from anyone recognizing him. He looked in the mirror trying to figure out what to do with all the deatheater parents. He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he forgot to lock the door and noticed Tracey smirking at him. "Whoa, you scared the hell out of me."
Tracey smirked coyly and shrugged her shoulders. "It's just me. Don't worry I'm not going to hurt you or something." Oh boy, if Harry only knew what she was planning to do with him.
"You're Tracey, right?"
"Yep, that would be me."
Harry nodded slowly wondering why she was still standing there. "If you're looking for Terry, he's probably in the other washroom."
"I'm well aware of my boyfriend's where abouts. I wanted to talk to YOU about something important."
Harry who was a little taken back by this, nodded again and pointed to Tracey to lock the door. After Tracey did what instructed he asked, "So what's so important that you wanted to tell me?" The washroom was quite spacious but that didn't make the awkwardness go away.
"It's about Pansy Parkinson." Tracey looked Harry in the eye to watch his facial expression. He looked deeply concerned.
Harry gulped. "What about her?
"Well, Potter…I don't really know how to say this." Tracey paused for a while and then inhaled deeply before she continued. "You and Pansy are getting pretty close right?"
Harry nodded his head excitedly. "Yeah we are. She's really great."
In a very bored and uninterested tone Tracey replied, "Right." With a fake smile she added. "Well then it's pretty important that you know some things about Pansy first."
"What is it?" Harry hoped Pansy hadn't figured their plan out. That would be bad.
"Pansy's not the girl who you think she is." said Tracey.
Harry waited for Tracey to say more but she remained quiet and still. "That's it?"
Tracey shook her curly hair. "No, of course not, you dumbass! There's way more." She smirked evilly. "Look, Pansy's just not the cute, dimpled girl you skip school with okay? She's pure evil. Just like her parents which I'm sure you know all about. She likes to mess with people's lives, just for the fun of it."
For two minutes or so Harry seemed in deep thought and when Tracey started to lose her patience he finally said something. "Why are you telling me this?" He looked at his hands.
Tracey sensed his uneasiness. She placed a hand on his. "I just thought you should know before you two start a real relationship."
Harry shook his head clearly pissed off by Tracey's words. "You do realize that Pansy is one of your best friends? You're supposed to say nice things about her right? Not all this…crap you're telling me now!"
"Believe what you want Potter, all I'm doing is simply telling the truth. I'm telling it because I know Pansy. I love her, but sometimes she's way out of line. I tell you this because I want you to know that you're not dealing with a cheery fun girl, but with someone who can be completely the opposite of that." Tracey gave Harry a light smile. "I only want to prepare you for the worst thing that could happen to you. And Daphne agrees with me on this."
"And what's that?" Harry asked now getting a little bit angry. He didn't believe her because Tracey Davies tended to be a lying bitch that only liked to manipulate people.
"You're falling in love…and she's screwing you over." Tracey looked at Harry directly in the eye and gave him a supportive smile. "I'm not saying to break things off with her, or whatever you guys have, but remember this when you decide to become boy and girlfriend. I'm just trying to save you the heartache." Tracey left the washroom, leaving Harry alone to think about everything she just said. Her sweet smile turned into a devilish grin because Pansy just saw her.
From where Pansy sat on the fake Santa's lap she witnessed an evil-looking Tracey followed by a bewildered Harry who quickly remembered to conceal his identity by hiding under his invisibility cloak.
"Ms. Parkinson?" The fake Santa said uneasily. "You need to tell me what you want for Christmas. We have a line-up."
The little kids in line were getting impatient and restless. One rude boy said to Pansy, "Aren't you a little too old to sit on Santa's lap." The boy instantly reminded Pansy of Draco when he was that same age.
"No! I'm a kid at heart." To showcase her immaturity Pansy stuck her tongue out at the rude boy. Okay, so maybe she was too old for Santa but Pansy needed to feel young again. She wanted to familiarize herself with the feeling of hope again. "Santa, I know this may be unusual but what I would really like for Christmas is…" Pansy whispered into Santa's ear. "All I want for Christmas is to be with Draco."
The fake Santa at first looked confused but then he smiled widely. "Ah, young love. I'll see what I can do."
"Thanks Santa." Pansy planted a kiss on his cheek. She giggled at how childish she was behaving. In a way it felt nice; being a child meant you had no worries. You were so carefree and innocent. There was no drama.
As Pansy got off Santa's lap Santa chanted, "Ho, ho, who's next?"
Pansy knew there was going to be some serious drama as she stomped up the stairs to her bedroom. Her hand was on the door knob when she realized it was locked. Pansy smirked. She knew Tracey was in her bedroom. Tracey had locked the door before one time when she stayed over at Pansy's for the first two weeks of summer in fifth year. "TRACEY STEPHANIE DAVIES! If you don't open this door now I will so kick your ass!"
After another half minute the door finally opened. "What?" Tracey asked annoyed as she opened the door a little, only showing her face.
Pansy pushed the door open with a loud smack. She gasped when she saw Terry desperately covering his nakedness with the sheets. Pansy turned to look at Tracey who wore a pink silk bathrobe that had the initials P.P. on the breast pocket. "Please tell me you didn't have sex in my bed?" Pansy silently prayed the answer would be no.
Tracey shrugged. "We were horny."
"Eww!" Pansy covered her ears with her hands. "Virgin in the room!"
"Wouldn't you rather have it happen here, then in your parent's bedroom? See Pansy, I am so considerate."
Pansy looked unfazed. "YOU HAD SEX IN MY BED!"
"Pansy I think you can see…I'm kind of busy right now."
Pansy took another peek at Terry's hot body. She shook her head and turned once again to Tracey. "Who are you, and what have you done to my friend?"
"Excuse me?" Tracey looked offended.
"Why did you tell Harry all these bad things about me? Don't lie to me Trace, I saw you!"
Tracey rolled her eyes. "So this is still about the great Harry Potter. Look Pansy, I don't want to be a bitch or anything but why don't you leave right now and we can have this conversation another time." Her eyes landed on a confused Terry. "I'm in the middle of something."
Terry had been watching the two girls in front of him and the longer they talked the more he was confused. "What's going on here?"
Both girls ignored him as they stood their guard glaring at the other. It was a scary sight.
Pansy sighed. "I don't care that you don't want to talk, but I do. I just want to know why?"
"Let me tell you one thing Pansy, the world doesn't revolve around you!" Tracey had wanted to say that for awhile. She hated being a follower. A second banana. She wanted to be a leader for a change.
It was like there was something that snapped inside Pansy's head. Tracey had never talked to her like that. Yes, to other guys or girls, but not to her. Not like this. It didn't make her feel any better when she saw that stupid smirk on Tracey's face. Pansy was greatly taken back by this whole exchange.
Pansy raised her hand to smack that stupid smirk off Tracey's pretty face but Tracey knew what was coming and she quickly grabbed Pansy's wrist. "Don't even think about it. That's not very ladylike. Is it, Pans?" Tracey hissed through grit teeth. Right now she was acting like a clone of Daphne.
Yanking away from Tracey she let out a loud groan of frustration and demanded, "All I want to know is why?"
Terry, who already put some clothes on while the girls were arguing, stepped into the conversation. "What's going on with you girls and Harry Potter?"
Tracey put a hand on Terry's chiseled chest and said in a childish tone, "He's Pansy's new man."
"No he's not!" Pansy replied angrily.
"Are you sure? You guys seem really cozy together?"
Pansy ignored Terry again and paid all her attention to Tracey. "Tell me."
"You want to know why I told him? He deserves the truth. I told him about the person you were, and the person you still are. You're just like me Pansy, we screw people over." Tracey ignored the shocked look on Terry's face and continued, "And Harry seems like a nice person. Well he is, considering how many lives he's saved. I wanted him to know who you really are before he decides to be your boyfriend. This is because unlike you, I do have a heart."
Pansy was just as shocked as Terry. They both watched Tracey look in the mirror while she applied eye liner. "What?" She said innocently.
Finally out of her trance, Pansy took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a few seconds. She knew she was going to regret this later. "You tell me that you do have a heart but actually I think it's the other way around. You have no heart, you lie, you cheat and you are so bored with your own life so you take every chance to ruin other people's lives. You are pathetic."
Pansy gave Terry an apologetic look and turned for the last time to Tracey. "Oh and by the way, yes Harry is a nice person but we both know that, that wasn't the reason. You're just angry that I'm close with Harry Potter, and not you. You told Harry because like I said, you love to screw with people's lives, even with mine. Your friend."
With that Pansy left her own bedroom and not even a minute later Terry followed, leaving a sad Tracey all alone still in Pansy's bathrobe. Shaking her head, Tracey's eyes went dark as she said, "Oh Pans, you're going down."
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Pansy walked all the way to her glorious and peaceful backyard. She wondered what was up Tracey's ass to make her act this way. Was it something she said? Was it something she did? Or was it something she didn't do? Pansy saw a familiar face standing on the patio. His back was towards her. Pansy scoffed, "What are YOU doing here?"
Draco turned around and couldn't help but let his eyes linger on Pansy and her red dress. "I was invited."
"Oh…right." Pansy said embarrassed. She walked forwards closer to him. "Where's Daphne? You know your date?"
Draco smirked. "I told her I needed some fresh-air. She's been driving me crazy, and all night long she's been using me to climb up the social ladder."
Pansy cocked an eyebrow.
"Not that way."
Pansy smiled. "I was just making sure. I wouldn't want anyone to use my best friend…even though I sort of did." Pansy lowered her head. She was ashamed of herself.
"Hey, you okay?" asked Draco as he lifted her chin up.
"We're cool right?" asked Pansy timidly.
"Yeah, we're cool." Draco smirked again.
"So I heard you haven't been hanging out with Crabble and Goyle as much. Why is that?" Pansy was curious. It was odd for Draco to abandon his body guards.
Draco shrugged his shoulders. "I'll tell you later."
Pansy knew that was code for 'I don't want to talk about it.'
For that reason, she kept her mouth shut about that particular topic. "I missed you."
Draco smiled. "Of course you did. Come here." He embraced Pansy in a hug. He hugged her tightly as her head rested on his chest. They stood in that position for awhile just enjoying each other's company. No one seemed to notice their absence from the Christmas ball. Draco let Pansy go. "So what's up with you? Why aren't you enjoying your own ball?"
Pansy mumbled, "Tracey."
Draco's face formed confusion. "Davies? What happened?"
"Well…she and Terry had sex in my bed, she's being a total bitch and she said some really mean things to me." Pansy pouted as Draco half listened to her and smiled as he watched her. Pansy noticed it. "Why are you looking at me like that? Do you think this is funny?"
Draco threw his hands in the air in defense. "No! I don't think this is funny at all. It's just that you look cute when you're rambling."
"I wasn't rambling."
Draco shot Pansy a 'look'. "Yes you were."
"I'm just so…she's just…UGH! She's not being herself right now." Pansy crossed her arms over her chest. Pansy usually did that whenever she was pissed at the world.
"Maybe you should talk to her." suggested Draco.
"Are you kidding? Draco I can't! When I talk to her, she doesn't answer my questions, and she's being a major pain in the ass."
"Yeah, but she's your major pain in the ass. How long have you guys been friends? Since first year right? She was your first friend that was a girl."
"Actually, believe it or not, Daphne was." Pansy almost vomited in her mouth. She hated admitting that. "We bonded over fashion but then she abandoned me because she didn't like how I got your attention all the time." Pansy exhaled nosily. "I don't know if we'll be able to patch things up. Things will be different and really awkward. I've never…" Her voice cracked as she took a deep breath. "I've never had the urge to slap her before."
Draco's face turned into one of concern. "You wanted to slap her?" He then had a vision of a cat fight in the mud between Pansy and Daphne. He smirked at the blissful vision.
That went disregarded by Pansy. She looked at the ground. She felt so guilty. The look in Tracey's eyes when she had grabbed her wrist frightened her. "Yeah but she grabbed my wrist before I could smack the shit out of her."
"What on earth did she say to you so that you wanted to slap her?" asked Draco.
"I don't really remember." That was the sincere truth. Terry had been sitting on her bed with only the sheets covering his body and a confused look on his face. Pansy had been watching him and that was why she didn't remember half of the angry conversation she and Tracey shared. She couldn't help it. She was boy-crazy.
"Look, why don't we do something to keep your mind off Tracey?"
Pansy smiled up at him. "That would be nice. What did you have in mind?"
At that moment Draco did something he'd never dreamed of. Draco kissed Pansy.
After about five minutes the best friends pulled back from doing something the two of them promised and swore they'd never do.
Draco looked deep into Pansy's brown eyes trying to read her expression. The only thing he got from Pansy was her mumbling something.
"Can I stay with you tonight?"
Harry watched them in his cloak. His jaw dropped as he silently stood still. His jaw tightened. He really wanted to knock Malfoy out and take his place. Harry wanted to be the one kissing Pansy. Harry knew that if he did knock Malfoy out that would only draw attention to him, so the smartest thing he could so was walk sadly away from Pansy and Draco.
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Tracey spotted Terry standing by himself, watching all the happy couples slow dance in the center of the room. She watched him for what seemed like hours. Things were really screwed up.
Tracey had royally fucked everything. Her friendship with Pansy, and now probably her relationship with Terry. She really liked Terry. She blew it letting the green-eyed monster inside her get the best of her. Tracey walked towards Terry.
Terry looked angry. "Yes?"
Tracey put on her perfected fake smile as she heard his cold voice. "That's no way to greet your girlfriend."
"You are not my girlfriend! At least not anymore." Terry sneered as he told the harsh words that hurt her more then he probably thought it would.
Tracey smiled sadly. "Oh come on Terr Bear."
"Don't call me that!" Terry hated the nickname Tracey gave him. Ever since Pansy and Draco gave each other nicknames, Tracey insisted they should have nicknames too. Tracey's was Baby Girl and Terry's was Terr Bear. "Parkinson was right. You are pathetic."
The words hit Tracey hard. "I'm sorry Terry."
"Apparently your not." Terry was annoyed. "We are over Tracey."
Tracey scoffed, "Are you kidding me Terry?"
Terry looked at her as if she grew another head. "No! Have you lost your marbles or something? I just told you we are over and YOU think that I am kidding?" Terry laughed cruelly. He couldn't believe he thought this relationship would work. Terry was smart and he knew he should have known better then to date a Slytherin.
"Well can't we be friends at least!" pleaded Tracey. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Daphne lied to her.
"No way! I'm not being friends with a Slytherin bitch like you. Why can't you be nice like Pansy?" Terry walked off.
Tracey was about to explode. Why did everything always have to be about Pansy Parkinson?
A/N: So this was the next chapter. I guess Pansy's turning a little soft huh? And Tracey is a b-i-t-c-h! Just whoa! LoL! Let's just say things are going to be a lot more interesting. Thank you to all the people that have reviewed this story. I love getting reviews! Keep them coming! Love you all!