Pansy could not believe it was possible for her eyes to feel this gritty. Everything ached, her eyelids were heavy, her head was pounding and her mouth felt like she had swallowed the Sahara. She briefly wondered if Draco had let her drink muggle tequila again and she was hung over. Her confusion didn't last long though as the images flashed through her brain, leading up to the spinning of the time turner. She must have passed out before the spinning stopped. If that were the case, Pansy was grateful. She had been sure she was going to lose her lunch. She couldn't imagine that would end well as they leapt through time. Probably wouldn't have felt very good either with what she suspected were broken ribs.

Forcing more air into her lungs despite the pain that flared, Pansy opened her eyes. She supposed the Turner must have worked since she didn't recognize anything, indicating they were no longer in her flat. Other than that she had no idea where in time they could have possibly landed. She had never done research on time, so she didn't have any idea how far back two turns would have taken them.

Remembering Granger, Pansy turned her head slowly trying to locate her. She had already picked a time to travel too, so she figured Granger would have a much better idea of how to proceed. Looking around the room she found herself in what she guessed was a guest bedroom. It was very spartan, only a bedside table, lamp, the bed she was lying on, a hard wooden chair near the bed, and an old beat up trunk at the foot. No sign of Granger anywhere.

Pansy went to brush some of the hair away from her face but her hand couldn't make it that far. Looking down, she saw her wrist was cuffed to the bed. Panicking, she sat up quickly trying to yank herself free. This only caused her to remember her ribs, and the bruising as the pain shot through her from her quick movements. It did however help ground her back into reality before she let herself slip away into a full blown panic attack. Sitting up she tried to steady herself taking as deep of breaths as she could without sending any more stabbing pains through her body. Merlin, everything hurt!

Bringing the hand that wasn't cuffed to the bed up to cover her eyes, she recalled the events that had led up to this moment trying to remember how she had ended up stuck to the bed in such a muggle fashion.

"Granger," her voice was dry and scratchy. It even hurt to talk. Was there any part of her body that didn't feel like she was ready to die?

"Ah, so you are going to live after all. Pity that, really." Pansy didn't recognize the voice, but clearly this person was going to be an issue if they were disappointed at her survival. Probably another bloody Gryffindor judging by the bluntness of the statement.

"Where's Granger". She hadn't bothered removing her hand from her face. She didn't care enough yet.

"I'm assuming you mean the little curly-haired witch we found bleeding out next to you. She's stable. Touch and go there for a bit, but she'll live."

Pansy felt herself releasing her a heavy breath. Thank Merlin. That meant she'd have an easier time explaining everything. Granger may have been a right swot, but people tended to like her. They found her adorable. Probably because she was so bloody tiny. Pansy could only see that working in her favour amongst these strangers. As long as Granger didn't turn on her.

She finally brought her hand down and looked toward the door. Her eyes fell on a man leaning against the door jam, arms crossed over his chest. A rather well muscled chest from what she could tell from her current position, and judging by the muscles she could see straining against the sleeves of his t-shirt. It was hard to tell his height as he slouched but she knew he'd be at least a few inches taller than herself. His red hair was long and shaggy around his ears, hanging into his eyes. His pale skin was covered in freckles, and his bright blue eyes were hard as they studied her.

Clenching her teeth, Pansy forced herself into a sitting position. She felt far too vulnerable to continue this conversation lying down, having a stranger tower over her. It was bad enough being shackled to the bed and without her wand. She had to keep reminding herself to take slow deep breaths. A panic attack would get her nowhere.

"Where is she?" Even though she was a Slytherin, she hated when people beat around the bloody bush.

The man's eyebrows disappeared into his hair. "I told you she's fine."

"That doesn't answer the question if where she is."

"We thought it best to keep you separated until you could answer some questions."

"Pansy rolled her eyes, "What makes you think I'll be answering any of your questions?"

The man pushed off from the wall and came to sit in the chair by the bed, poking at the cuff making it rattle against the bed. "Well, you're the one stuck in here until we decide what else to do with you, I'd say that's motivation to give us some answers, especially when you're the one who's been branded by a madman." He gestured at the arm cuffed to the bed. Her Dark Mark was on full display. She hadn't realized until then that she wasn't wearing her clothes anymore, but an oversized t-shirt and some boxer shorts that had been rolled at the waist. It felt like she was at least still wearing her own knickers and bra, so nobody would have seen her completely naked.

"Where are my clothes?"

He smirked slightly at her. "Don't you worry little witch, our resident healer changed your clothes. Yours were in the way, and covered in blood and dust and she needed to see what she was working with in order to patch you up. Nobody else saw anything they shouldn't have." He winked at her. Dear Merlin, the man was most definitely a Gryffindor. Wonderful.

Pansy was still far too tired to deal with this guy. She rubbed her forehead in frustration. This was not how this was supposed to happen. Obviously, Pansy hadn't known exactly what Granger's failsafe had been, but she was willing to bet her vault at Gringotts that this wasn't exactly part of the swots plan.

"Look, could you just get whoever is in charge here? Dumbledore, or somebody who ranks a little higher than prison guard in the pecking order." She could already feel the fatigue settling into her bones and knew she needed to have this conversation quickly before she passed out again.

"Ah, see, there's the thing. I'm actually the only one here at the moment, and technically I am in charge for now, seeing as this is my house and all." He was far too smug for his own good. What she wouldn't give for her wand right now to hex him into oblivion. She'd even settle for punching him like a muggle if he had been sitting close enough; and if she had the strength to do any damage.

She huffed in frustration. "Here's the deal, I have sensitive information that needs to get into the right hands and I have absolutely no guarantee that you are even on the side I want to give that information to. So, if you don't mind, get me someone else to talk to." Her voice had slowly risen as she spoke. Her body ached, she was hungry, she had a pounding headache, she was bloody well chained to the bed. She was in no mood for this idiot's games while he was purposely being obtuse.

During her small rant, the smug look slowly slid from his face to become more serious than she even thought him capable. He watched her closely, like he was trying to figure out what her game was. Hah! Her game. He had been messing with her since he walked in the door!

"What exactly do you consider the right side? I'd have guessed the Dark judging by that lovely tattoo, but you haven't even asked for proof of who's side I'm on, and that has me wondering, especially considering your little friend isn't Marked, and you had a specific time-turner around your necks."

Pansy looked up to meet his gaze. His eyes were calculating, and she wondered what else he was thinking about. She sighed. This all would have been so much easier if Granger had been awake. Pansy didn't know all of information that would be required to prove their story but she didn't see that she had much of a choice. She'd have to give him something to work with.

"Well, who's side are you on then?" She raised a brow as if that was the only obvious turn this conversation could take.

The man gave her a lopsided grin as he pulled up the sleeve on his shirt, exposing his shoulder. The was a red and black tattoo covering the entire shoulder and upper arm. As far as she could make out, it was a phoenix with his flames burning around him.

"Order of the Phoenix, at your service, love."