I was going to put this chapter up on Tuesday on my birthday but.... I got a little sidetracked. I finally have some free time right now so, here it is. I hope you enjoy it. Thanks for reading.
A/N: The song used is "Only Hope" originally written and performed by Switchfoot but, Mandy Moore covered it in A Walk To Remember. Her version is what I had running through my head when I wrote this.
"Father," Pansy nodded to Gawain Parkinson.
"How are you?" he asked stepping further into the room and closing the door behind him.
"Just fine." was Pansy's short response as she wrapped Hermione tighter in her embrace.
"Ms. Granger, I presume." he held out his hand to the Gryffindor.
"Hermione Granger, sir. Nice to meet you, Mr. Parkinson." Hermione said hesitantly, Pansy wouldn't let her out of her embrace.
"It's nice to meet you too, Hermione. It seems as if my daughter is quite protective of you." he smiled softly, lifting an eyebrow.
"Have you finally wrapped your head around this father?" Pansy asked releasing Hermione slowly.
"Well, you know how convincing your mother can be," he grinned. "I think at first I was just shocked not that I should have been but, it was a surprise. Yes, I think it was more about shock than not accepting it." he tried to explain to his only daughter. "Can you forgive me?" he asked raising his eyes to meet his daughter's.
"Yes, of course." Pansy said, jumping into her father's arms when he opened them to her.
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Pansy blinked as reality rushed back into consciousness.
"Hello Pansy," Gawain Parkinson said to his daughter.
"You are here to tell me that you are ready to be a father and love me no matter what, I presume?" the Slytherin asked her father. "Because," she continued. "if you're not you can walk back out that door and out of this castle, do you understand me?" the girl glared.
"Pansy, listen, now is probably not the best time for this. We will be summoned soon and-" he was cut off.
"And, that makes it even more important. I can guarantee you, that if I die in this war, you'll have wished that you had accepted me. If I die without you telling me, you'll regret it the rest of your life." Pansy couldn't believe her father sometimes. "Now, of course, these are my words and they don't really have meaning, I know that. I'm not trying to be cunning. I'm simply telling the truth. And, the truth is father," the girl looked into her fathers light green eyes that looked so much like hers. "the truth is: I'm still your daughter and you still love me but, right now, you are only loving a part of me, not the whole me. Look, Hermione means so much to me. I love her very much and she is my family now, which means she is part of our family. And, if we survive this war I want to spend the rest of my life with her." she paused briefly to pull Hermione closer to her. "So, think about it, do you want to be at my wedding and do you want to see your grandchildren? Once again I can guarantee you, right now, that only partially loving me, won't bring you the happiness you want when you see I have those things. I won't prevent you or hold you back from them but, yourself won't let you until you love me unconditionally and I think you will see that in time." Pansy finished, looking at her father to see if any of what she said had made him think.
"Wain, I think that you should really listen to Pansy. She loves Hermione very much and Hermione loves her. Ms. Granger, is a very nice girl and well accomplished from what I hear." Gwen smiled when the Gryffindor.
"Let, me be honest," the tall man began.
"Well, that would be a nice start instead of ignoring me." Pansy snapped.
"Pansy, please, he's trying." Gwen tried to help her husband, she knew that he had been trying to wrap his head around it for the past month or so. She didn't understand why he was having so much trouble.
"It develops a certain image about you. You are considered a decadent, licentious human being. You aren't normal, you are-" Pansy again cut off her father.
"I am perfectly normal!" Pansy fumed. "Since when does you I love constitute whether I am normal or not?"
"Pans-"
"Why can't you just be okay with this?! I'm not hurting anyone. I'm not doing drugs or sleeping around, as you implied. What's the problem?!" Pansy's voice began to elevate.
"Babe-"
"No!" she snapped her head towards the Gryffindor glaring, before turning back to her father. "You are my father, you are suppose to love me no matter what! What the fuck is the problem?!" Pansy shouted at her father.
"You could get killed!" he exploded. "Or did you forget that you almost got fucking beat to death?!" Pansy stood shocked, not excepting this to be the reason that he was having trouble.
"Really, this is why?" Pansy whispered.
"You almost died because of it."
"Dad, I didn't almost die because I was gay, it was Hermione's ex, Cho Chang, that did it along with Weasley. They did it because I'm Slytherin and she is Gryffindor. And partially because we," the dark-haired girl motioned to her mother and father, then herself. "are considered strict pureblood allegiance and she's a muggle. Some people just can't stand that. They see us, as wrongfully, breaking the house barriers and blood lines." Pansy stopped pacing and looked at her father. "Really, most people aren't like that, I swear. The majority of students are neutral on the subject from what I can tell; and the portion that is against it, is toppled by those who support it."
"What about outside our world, with the muggles?" the tall man asked cautiously. "Because, I know if she is hurt it will kill you." he said, looking at Hermione who had taken a step back from the previously fighting relatives to stand next to Gwen.
"It's harder and more difficult out there. People are more harsh and more vocal and more debilitating, when it comes to Hermione and I's relationship. But, I don't think you should worry too much." a smile spread across the Slytherin's features as she realized that her father just cared. "You realize that you are being completely overdramatic, right?" they both laughed at her comment.
"I might be just a little. But, can you blame me? You're my daughter, I don't want you to get hurt." the man said as he pulled his daughter into a hug.
"Dad, I'm fighting in the war and I'm a Death Eater, I think I might just get a little hurt." Pansy chuckled into his chest.
"Yes, well, I don't think you should get hurt because of people's ignorance." he pulled from the hug smiling at Pansy.
"Speak- ahhhhh!" Pansy gasped.
"Pansy, baby, what's wrong?" Hermione said rushing to her side.
Pansy grabbed onto her black sleeve and ripped it open to reveal that the Dark Mark upon her arm was clearly visible. She raised her eyes to her father who looked shocked as well and quickly undid his sleeve to see his mark start to become visible as well.
"It's too early, he shouldn't be- it's too earlier." Pansy said shocked.
"We have to go." her father responded.
Hermione face was one of completely terror mixed with disbelief. She looked at Gwen who had almost the same look on her face. She turned her head to Pansy when the Slytherin placed a hand on her cheek. They leaned their foreheads together.
"Pansy…" her father said urgently.
"I love you, it'll be okay." Pansy said kissing the Gryffindor lightly before standing up and joining her father.
"We'll be back soon." Gawain said to Gwen with a nod, then Pansy felt the familiar tug of apparition.
Hermione didn't open her eyes until they were gone.
"They'll be okay, Hermione." Gwen reassured her.
"Everyone's always okay… until they are aren't." she whispered.
The Dark Lord was summoning them and there was nothing they could do but willingly go, Hermione understood that but, what if Voldemort found out about them. What would happen to Pansy then?
If you get hurt Parkinson, you'll end up like Ginny and be in your dorm alone for a month, Hermione thought as she thought of Pansy trying to send the message. She faintly heard a chuckle, which made her smile, before all went silent and there was nothing more she could do.
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As Pansy and her father arrived in front of the Dark Lord they immediately went to their knee. Around her, Pansy could hear the distinctive sound of apparition. One, two, three, four, five. Then a sixth moments later. Pansy's eyebrows furrowed as only six individuals apparated in, she knew that there should have been a hell of a lot more. She raised her head and noticed Draco, Millicent, Blaise, Lucius Malfoy, and Narcissa Malfoy. She looked at the dark head that was bowed and didn't recognize the individual.
"Welcome, I know it is quite early to call you here and especially from the lovely establishment of Hogwarts but, your presence is required." Lord Voldemort spoke and Pansy unconsciously shivered at the cold tone. "Some information has come to light about some kind of prophecy."
"My lord, I thought the prophecy was destroyed."
"Thank you so much for your intellect, Lucius. Hmm, somehow I can't figure out why I need you again?" Voldemort hissed out. "Stupid man. Anyway, this is Gerrick, she came to me telling me of the fall of the world through darkness. Apparently, there is a force greater than I out there and he is making his way towards Hogwarts for some reason."
"A student at Hogwarts possesses unimaginable power and will be the destruction of the dark. She will be assisted by one who is dark and is light. This person holds her heart and is the weakness to her defeat." Gerrick spoke as she glanced around at all of the people within the small half circle that had formed.
Millicent looked at Pansy with a worried look on her face. They knew, they had heard the prophecy already and who it was about.
"Now, your assignment is to find out who possesses this power and who it is that means so much to them." Voldemort said looking at the young students. "I trust that you will do the right thing. All of you are from four of the most distinguished and honored pureblood lines. Bulstrode, Zabini, Malfoy, and Parkinson." Voldemort turned towards Pansy and stepped closer to her. "Now, now, Pansy, you are in charge-"
"My lord, I must protest! The Parkinson's have no-"
"Lucius, one more outburst and I won't be putting you over my knee anymore, I will do worse and then, rid you of your status." Voldemort glared at the blonde man. "As I was saying," the pale creature continued after Lucius stepped back and dropped his head like a spurned cur.
Pansy lifted her head and saw a small smirk of amusement appear on Draco's face.
"You my dear," Voldemort attempted to coo. "are in charge of finding who this is. When you have found them, get close to them. Close enough to them that they trust you and… if it must come to it, fall in love with you. Whether they be a mudblood or not." Voldemort growled out.
Pansy's blood boiled at the thought of what she was just asked to do. What, he couldn't have asked someone else? As long as they didn't know who it was she-
"We have a suspicion who it might be." Pansy's head snapped towards Gerrick when the dark-haired witch spoke. "A Ms. Granger I believe."
"The mudblood?!" Lucius exploded.
Pansy snapped her head towards Lucius and her eyes began to darken and she could feel the magic inside her building up. Instantly, Millicent felt it as well.
Pansy, don't. They will find out. She immediately channeled to her friend. She could see her visibly relax.
"How could she overcome the darkness? She's a know-it-all but, really." Lucius scoffed. Pansy glared again. He stepped forward but, ended up on his face as something unseen took his legs out from under him. Pansy smirked and could see the other three trying to hide their's.
"Really, Lucius, just leave. When I require your services I will summon you." Voldemort waved his had nonchalantly at the blond man.
"Fine, let's go Narcissa." Lucius snapped at his wife.
"Did I ask her to leave, Lucius?" after the Dark Lord's question, the blond man disapparated while mumbling about unworthy blood lines.
"Now-" the Dark Lord was interrupted by the sound of apparition. "Lucius I thought I tol-" as he turned he stopped mid sentence. "The Order!" he shrieked as he recognized Lupin, Tonks, and Moody. "Get them." he hissed.
Immediately the Order started to fire at the Death Eaters with Voldemort and Narcissa fighting back, Gerrick had mysteriously disappeared. Gawain Parkinson looked at his daughter and back to the fight, pulling out his wand but felt a hand stop it.
"Father, you can't, that's the Order they-"
"Trust me, only disarming and stunning nothing else. Now, get out of here." he urged his daughter.
"I can't leave you her- ahhhh." she screamed when a curse deflected by Voldemort ripped into her arm causing a nasty gash that was wide open to appear on her arm.
"Get her out off here now!" Gawain shouted to Blaise, Draco, and Millicent. Draco quickly nodded holding on to Pansy as Millicent whispered something and they disappeared in a white mist.
As soon as they were out of danger Gawain stepped into the fight trying to get the attention of Lupin, who knew who his true allegiance was to but, Voldemort was engaged in a duel with him. While, Narcissa battled Tonks and Moody. Suddenly, the Weasleys appeared to help with the attack immediately engaging the Dark Lord.
"Come on, Wolfy, let's go!" Gawain called out trying to get Lupin's attention.
The werewolf turned to him as the Weasleys were engaging Voldemort and Tonks had stepped over to help them. Their eyes met and Lupin nodded his head, quickly disapparating, soon to be followed by the other members.
"Where are the children, Gawain?" Voldemort said turning around quickly.
"I told them to get out of here, my lord." he responded.
"Very good, nice decision."
"Thank you, my lord. Anything for my daughter," the next part he forced out. "and you of course."
"Gawain, your daughter is much more importan,t she is the future of the dark line."
"My lord?" the tall man asked confused.
"She will continue my line." Gawain's eyes widen and Voldemort chuckled. "Think of it as an honor." he hissed.
"Why, yes, of course, my lord." Gawain responded slowly, dumbfounded. His daughter was to bear the heir of Lord Voldemort how was he suppose to feel. He could feel the bile rising but, forced it down.
"What about Pansy and Draco?" Narcissa asked.
"After you husband's behavior Narcissa, I am questioning whether or not I should let anyone marry into your family but, alas," he paused as if to think. "The Parkinson and Malfoy lines will become intertwined but, Pansy will not bear the heir of the Malfoy line first but mine." a smile slithered across his face. "Now, I must go." he said disappearing suddenly. Narcissa looked at Gawain and disappeared as well.
Gawain closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then opened them again. He looked around with tears forming in his eyes, this time he couldn't control it and emptied the contents of his stomach where the Dark Lord once stood. He was still dry heaving many minutes later.
"Oh gods, please help us." he sobbed as he fell to his knees.
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"Stop it!" Pansy said smacking Draco's hands away from her arm where he was fussing over it.
"That's a curse, it won't heal fast like last time," he said huffing and putting his hands on his hips, looking sternly at his best friend.
"Look, all I care about is that this has finally stopped bleeding and you stitched it with some enchanted, voodoo stitches or something." she joked, grabbing her guitar and placing it in her lap.
"I can't believe you." Draco sighed dramatically, turned his back stalking out of Pansy's room, as she smirked watching him walk out.
When they had arrived back in her dorm Hermione and her mother were nowhere to be found, thankfully. She knew they would be fawning over her if they had been. Millicent left to find Lavender and fill her in. And Blaise mumbled something that was missed by all of them, except Draco.
"I'm going to see Lav, to fill her in. Want to come with, Blaise?" she asked standing up, laughing as Pansy told Draco to stop poking around her wound and get off of her, while Draco was worriedly running his hands over the now bandaged arm.
"No, I got to go to mmnophfbrefim," he mumbled out horribly.
"Could you say that coherently?" Pansy said looking at her friend.
"He is going to bend over a desk in an empty classroom and be a whore for the pretty boys in Hogwarts." Draco translated.
"Draco! Really?!" Blaise practically shrieked.
"What? It's true, unless you have a boyfriend?" the blond yelped when Pansy hit his hand again.
"Actually, I do." Blaise snapped back. "He's a transfer from Canada." he stated crossly his arms and smirking smugly.
"Canada, what is his name?"
"Aiden."
"Aiden, from Canada this summer? The one who I found you passed out with on the dining room table, naked?" Draco's eyes furrowed.
"Yes, we've been talking and he went to the Canadian Magical Institute. He transferred to be with me." Blaise smiled.
Millicent looked over at Pansy whose eyebrows were furrowed, "I'm happy for you, Blaise."
Suddenly Pansy's eyes widen and she glared at Blaise.
"You fucked on my dining room table?!" she asked in disbelief.
"I, um, cleaned it off the next morning?" Blaise said quickly.
"I made that fucking table. Without magic." the Slytherin Queen added. "I really should kill you. Run." she growled at the cowering boy, who quickly left.
Pansy shook her thoughts away and focused on strumming her guitar slowly, making sure it was in tune. She tossed it to the side stood up and walked into the big empty space that her dorm had, she waved her hand and a black piano appeared, she sat down and began to stroke the keys. Starting to play one of her songs she began to sing,
There's a song that's inside of my soul
It's the one that I've tried to write over and over again
I'm awake in the infinite cold
But You sing to me over and over and over again
So I lay my head back down
And I lift my hands and pray to be only Yours
I pray to be only Yours
I know now you're my only hope
Pansy's voice drifted through her dorm, as she got lost in her music. She never noticed the door gently open and the person creep through the door.
Sing to me the song of the stars
Of Your galaxy dancing and laughing and laughing again
When it feels like my dreams are so far
Sing to me of the plans that You have for me over again
So I lay my head back down
And I lift my hands and pray
To be only yours
I pray to be only yours
I know now you're my only hope
The person leaned back against the wall and closed their eyes letting the music flow throughout their body and Pansy's voice sooth their tension. Slowly the person opened chocolate brown eyes and walked closer to the bench that Pansy sat at.
I give You my destiny
I'm giving You all of me
I want Your symphony
Singing in all that I am
At the top of my lungs I'm giving it back
So I lay my head back down
And I lift my hands and pray
To be only yours
I pray to be only yours
I pray to be only yours
I know now you're my only hope
Pansy ended the song with a sigh and trace of soft tears could be seen upon her cheeks. Soft hands touched her face, she knew whose hands they were.
"I didn't know you could play or sing." Hermione said softly. "A month and I still didn't know, are you embarrassed by it?" Hermione asked, as Pansy turned around on the bench and leaned back against the piano.
"No, I just haven't had time. We've been training and with Quidditch, I haven't had the time." Pansy said stretching her arms above her head, when she was done she started to stand.
Hermione put her hands on Pansy shoulders, "No, stay there." she commanded, pushing Pansy back down. After the Slytherin was seated she straddled her lap.
"Where were you when I got back?" Pansy asked placing her hands on Hermione's waist.
"In class, lunch was over, so I had to go back." she smiled. "I missed you, though." she pouted and Pansy rolled her eyes.
"That's right, because Hermione Granger always goes to class." the Slytherin teased, inching up Hermione's skirt to rest her hands on the lion's thighs.
"Mmm, that feels good." Hermione sighed at Pansy's gentle touch.
"Oh, I bet it does," a smirk was plastered across the serpent's face.
"You're being mean," this comment came with another pout.
"Mmhm, I am," hands made their way farther up smooth thighs. As they got higher, Hermione's breaths became heavy. "Well, I might be mean but, you were clearly trying to be a tease. No underwear? Do you always go commando? I don't recall that?" Pansy inquired as she positioned two fingers at Hermione's opening.
"Only when I want something." the brunette smirked, moving closer to Pansy, pressing their bodies together, trying to get Pansy to enter her.
"You are really worked up, 'Mi. Were you and Lavender going at it while Mil and I were away?" the girl teased, moving her fingers back as Hermione pressed forward.
"Mmm, no, I was thinking about you. Besides, that was one time and neither of us remember it, it was like last year or something and we were trashed." Hermione moaned.
"Oh, I see. Then, what were you thinking about me?" Pansy pushed her two fingers in slightly causing Hermione to moan.
"Gods, um, I was thinking about you fucking me." came the gasp.
"Oh? Well, how about we save that for later and right now you just take it slow." she slid her fingers the rest of the way into Hermione.
"You're gonna make me do all the work I see," Hermione smiled as Pansy stilled her hand. "Well, that's perfectly fine." she started to thrust herself slowly onto Pansy's fingers.
Pansy tangled her free hand into Hermione hair pulling her closer, kissing her neck softly. One of Hermione's hands was running through Pansy's hair, while the other gripped the Slytherin's arm. Pansy had forgotten about the bandage and didn't feel the slightest bit of pain.
Soft kisses and gentle caresses were shared between the two as the two made love. As Hermione came she squeezed Pansy's arm tightly causing her arm to bleed.
"I love you," Pansy whispered into the brunette's ear.
"I can tell," Hermione joked.
Pansy winced when her arm was squeezed again she looked at it and saw that the bandage was soaked with blood.
Hermione looked down when she felt the liquid rush across her skin and gasped, "What the hell happened to you?" she said frantically noticing the bandage for the first time.
"When we were meeting with Voldemort, it got busted by some of the members of the Order of the Phoenix. Well, Voldemort deflected a curse and it hit me. It's not too bad."
"That's what you always say." Hermione rolled her eyes. "How do you know about the Order?"
"Who doesn't these days, the battle lines have already been drawn so neither side is denying their existence?. And you?"
"Um," Hermione began. "Harry and I are in the Order, Ron was but, after the incident he kind of disappeared. Anyway, so, Harry and I were thinking recently and decided that since Death Eaters are identified by the Dark Mark that the good guys should have a mark too." she tried to explain.
So, you are a member of the Order then?" Pansy asked for clarification.
"Yes, we are, so Harry and I designed a sort of system like yours," Hermione explained as she took off her shirt. "Now, it's a trial run and Harry and I are the only ones with it but," Hermione whispered some kind of incantation and a tattoo of a phoenix appeared on her arm the body took most of her forearm up and the tail feathers wrapped around her upper arm.
"A little elaborate, don't you think?" Pansy asked.
"Yes, but unless we say this incantation it is only visible to members of the Order, which we can pass information, location, we can be summoned, and the tail feathers will indicate the position or rank of the Order member." Hermione explained excitedly. "It's much more complex, but more efficient, and useful than your Dark Mark." Hermione smirked slightly.
"Woman, you act as if I wanted this." Pansy grinned standing up, Hermione wrapped her arms and legs around her as the Slytherin moved them to the bed.
"Well, I think that if it wasn't such a hated and feared symbol, it would make a sexy tattoo on you." Hermione sighed as she put her head on Pansy's chest when they had gotten settled.
"Whatever," Pansy laughed
"I'm serious."
"Let's get some sleep 'Mi, we have training in the morning." Pansy mumbled as she began to fall asleep.
"Hmm, you're right," Hermione sighed. "I love you, Pans."
"I love you, 'Mi. Goodnight."
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