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Pansy's Story ~
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling.
Spike, Dru, and Darla belong to the creator of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
Chapter Two: Confession
Pansy stared at Harry in disbelief.
" You what? Help
me? I don't need your help, Potter! " She yelled, causing people to turn
and look over at the pair of them. Pansy ignored them. She glared at Harry
accusingly and slapped his hand away.
" Pansy, please, listen to
me," Harry pleaded, his green eyes shining with anticipation. " I
want to help you because I know that there's a reason why you're working in
this place. You're a witch with talents, Pansy! So why the hell are you wasting
them away by working as a stripper?"
" What's wrong with being a
stripper?" Pansy demanded. " Look, I know that it isn't the best job
around, but it pays good. Trust me on this one Potter; I know what I'm doing.
And nobody, especially not you, is going to stop me! "
And without another word, Pansy got
up out of her seat and stalked off. Harry followed her, and before she could
leave from the back doors, he grabbed her arm.
" Let go, Potter! I could sue
you for this!" Pansy cried, trying to pry Harry's hand off of her arm. But
he held a tight grip.
" Come on, let's go outside and
take a walk, " he said gently, loosening his grip on Pansy. " I know
something's going on with you, and I'm not going to leave until you tell
me."
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" I really can't get rid of you,
can I?" said Pansy ten minutes later, as she and Harry walked past a
Muggle music store. Harry grinned mischievously, his eyes twinkling.
" I told you, I'm not leaving
until you tell me why you're working in the Devil's Lounge," he said.
Pansy turned around and looked Harry
straight in the eye.
" If I tell you, do you promise
to keep it a secret?" she asked.
Harry nodded. " I promise."
" What would you do if your son
is at home, crying all alone on the bedroom floor because he hasn't had
anything to eat for two days? And the only way to feed him is to sleep with a
man for a little bit of money?" Asked Pansy, her voice hard.
Harry was speechless for a moment.
" You…have a son?"
Pansy nodded. " Yes. And thanks
to somebody, he's starving and alone most of the time. " Her face hardened
as she glanced over at the Leaky Cauldron.
Harry touched her gently on the
shoulder.
" Pansy, is that somebody the
father of your son?"
Pansy looked back at Harry and nodded
slowly, her eyes full of a sadness Harry had never seen before.
" And--who is the
father?"
" Draco. Draco Malfoy."
For a moment, Harry didn't say
anything. He just stared at Pansy, who looked expectantly back at him. Finally,
he was starting to understand what had happened.
" Malfoy…left you?"
Pansy nodded again. Harry turned
away.
" I'm sorry, " he said
softly. " I should have known he would do something like that."
Pansy's eyes grew wide, and she shook
her head vigorously.
" No! I mean, you don't
understand--Draco loved me! He truly did! But--" she broke off, her voice
breaking.
Harry stared at her, his eyes
puzzled.
" But what? Listen, Pansy, how
can you still stick up for him after what he's done to you?"
" No, you listen to me.
It isn't like what you may think. Just shut up and listen to me, Potter. I'll
tell you the story. The whole story.
Author's Note: I
know this story really sucks, but it's NOT finished yet! There's still another
chapter, and then you'll find out the WHOLE story. Sorry for the annoying
caps--and thanks to my two reviewers, love ya lots. Oh, and I'm sorry about the
chapter thing, I know it's messed up how I ended it so abruptly. I'll try not
to do it again. J