1 Evil Still Blooms: Slytherin's Story
2 Chapter 2: Tears On The Floor
Author's Note: Hello to everyone who is reading this. Thank you to my reviewers/suggestion-givers: Patricia, Alysun, Blonde Ditz, and Chibikat!! Unlike some of my other fics, I'm really inspired about this one, so please keeping reading and reviewing!! Also, as I have told some of you, the match- ups WILL change, as you will see in the next few chapters! And, by the way, if you know of any other HP fic readers, can you please tell them to read my fic?? :* ( Please?? I really want some more reviews/reviewers! Thank you again, remember to review, and read on!
The days went by quickly, and before Pansy knew it, it was Friday. Most afternoons, she had been so busy thinking about her plans to seduce Snape that she nearly forgot to do her homework. At every meal in the Great Hall, she would look up toward the staff table to see Snape staring back at her. It was quite frightening, actually, but nonetheless exciting in Pansy's eyes.
And then there was Draco to think about. A few times each day, he would pull her aside on the way to their next class to kiss her and encourage her to stay focused on Friday's task. Pansy almost wished that Friday would never come…
But of course it did. Though it was far from the Friday that she had imagined.
~*~
"Are you all ready?" Draco asked Pansy during dinner on Friday evening.
"I think so," Pansy replied. She took a deep breath. Things would be okay… she supposed. After all, Draco would never find out what she was planning to do…
Draco and Pansy walked out into the entrance hall. Draco took her into the shadow of the marble staircase to give her one last reassuring kiss. "Good luck," he added as she walked away.
"Thanks," Pansy mumbled, and she crept down the stairs to the dungeon.
Draco watched her go, and as soon as she was gone, he shook his head and laughed quietly. Pansy was such a fool. He had no doubt that Pansy would take everything he had told her seriously, and that she would assume that Snape loved her. Draco could just imagine Pansy taking off her robes and Snape running away in fright. Draco doubted that Snape really loved her, he had simply told Pansy that to amuse himself… and make the situation more… interesting…
As for Draco's relationship with Pansy… well, he guessed that he was just using her, really. Draco knew her family situation, which was much like his own: their parents showed no affection for them. They had been brought up to be insensitive and cold-hearted. But within their hearts, they yearned for someone to care for them, love them. To Pansy, love was precious; she would do absolutely anything to get it. Anything… including trying to seduce Snape and helping Draco help Voldemort. But once Draco accomplished what he needed to, Pansy would be left on her own.
Draco found love to be a very confusing subject. It was hard to know what real love was when his family revolved around evil and hate. What is love? (A/N: Baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me no more… do you know that song? One of my favs… sorry about that- couldn't help it!) When Draco was with Pansy, he didn't have that feeling… the feeling that he believed love was… but he didn't know what love felt like in the first place… oh, this was ridiculous…
Draco began to walk to the Slytherin house. Pansy would probably try to keep whatever happened between her and Snape a secret, so he wouldn't have to pretend emotions. Wonderful- he just had to sit back and wait for victory.
~*~
Pansy slowly pushed open the door to Snape's office. She could barely see him hunched over his desk… he seemed to be grading papers…
"Professor Snape?" Pansy said, sounding much more sure of herself than she really felt.
Snape looked up from his work, and upon seeing Pansy, he gave her one of his twisted Snape smiles. "Ahhh, yes, Miss Parkinson… what can I do for you?"
"I was wondering if, umm, you could explain the uses of the potion we mixed in class today." Pansy tried to keep her voice from shaking.
Snape rose from his desk and whispered, "Let me fetch some ingredients from the class cupboard… it will help me explain…" And he walked swiftly out of the room.
"Think fast…" Pansy thought to herself. She nervously untied her school robe, under which she was wearing a matching bra and underwear made of green satin and lace. The pattern and texture of her bra looked almost like the scales of a snake…
Snape re-entered his office, mumbling something about "Potter"… when he saw Pansy. She was standing in the far corner of his office, half- engulfed by the shadows. Candlelight danced anxiously in her eyes, and her pale skin gave off a mysterious green glow. All the same, she looked ultimately terrified. As Snape's gaze scanned her body, she felt a chill up her spine… was she doing the right thing? How would Snape react? How far would they go? She wanted to close her eyes and think it was all a dream, but she knew that it was so, so real…
"Miss Parkinson, what are you doing…?" Snape muttered slowly as he stepped towards her.
Pansy remained silent. She averted his gaze and looked down at her clasped hands… but as soon as Snape was close enough, she grabbed him around the next and kissed him.
Her bliss was short.
Snape quickly broke off the kiss and stared back at her in alarm, speechless.
Pansy kept her arms around him and whispered, "Do you love me?"
Snape's mouth hung open for a moment, and then he hissed, "Miss Parkinson, WHO made you do this? Is this some sort of joke?"
Pansy frowned. "I chose to do this, no one made me do anything." She gave him a secretive smile and continued, "Put your trust in me. This is no joke… this is love. I love you…" and she closed in for another kiss, but Snape held back.
"Please… don't…" he cried as he backed away and shook his head. He sat down at his desk and held his head in his hands, rocking it back and forth.
Pansy walked to his side. "But… I thought… I thought that you loved me!"
Snape's head jerked up and his eyes pierced her. "Who told you that?" he questioned threateningly.
Pansy looked at the floor. "Potter…yeah, Harry Potter…" but in her mind, she screamed, "Draco, you bastard! How could you hurt me like this?!" She was so confused, angry, and embarrassed, all at the same time. "You don't love me, do you…?" she asked Snape softly.
However, Snape was paying no attention to Pansy. Instead, he was drawing a stick figure with glasses on a piece of parchment, and flashes, lightening bolts, and wiggly lines around the figure as he cursed with rage.
This normally would have made Pansy cackle with joy, but right then she had never felt worse in her life. This was so unbelievably ridiculous! She raced out of the office, slamming the door behind her, ignoring Snape's shouts of "Miss Parkinson, Miss Parkinson!"
Pansy was already on the first floor when she realized that she had left her robes in Snape's office. Great- here she was half-naked, far from the Slytherin house, in the middle of the night. She had no idea what time it was, but it was very dark, and the castle was deadly still. She was in no mood to go back and get her robes… she'd rather have Filch find her like this… as long as she would never have to face Snape again…
She leaned against the stone wall and wiped away her salty tears. She was mad at everyone: Snape, Draco, and especially herself. How could she have been so stupid as to take what Draco had said for granted? And what had she been thinking of- trying to seduce Snape, a teacher? Pansy shook her head; she didn't even want to think. She just wanted to die, right there…
Pansy let out her sobs, not caring who heard her. Seconds later, a door nearby creaked open, and someone hurried over to Pansy, shining a candle in her face to see who she was.
"Miss Parkinson!" gasped a voice. "What…how…please explain yourself!" the person cried as she saw that Pansy was not wearing her robes.
Pansy sniffed and didn't answer.
The person raised the candle near her own face, revealing a firm yet extremely concerned expression. "Miss Parkinson," Professor McGonagall repeated as she gripped Pansy's arm, "I demand that you tell me *exactly* what has happened to you."
"Let – me – go!" Pansy gasped as she struggled to get away, knocking the candle out of Professor McGonagall's hand. She pulled her arm from the teacher's grasp and ran towards the next staircase. She heard shouts behind her, but she didn't care, she kept on running… until finally, she reached the Slytherin house.
"Neotropical rattlesnake," Pansy murmured to the portrait guarding the entrance, which swung open.
She stepped into the Slytherin common room, where Draco was already waiting for her.
"You're early," Draco whispered, and he greeted her with an empty kiss.
~*~
Snape was still sitting at his desk, periodically adding squiggles to his drawing of Harry Potter. How had Potter known?? Or had it just been an accident?? He sighed. He really shouldn't have been so harsh to the Parkinson girl. She was probably crying her eyes out right now…
As his eyes roamed around his office, Snape noticed a pile of green fabric on the floor. When he walked over and knelt to pick it up, he realized that it was a robe, Pansy's robe. Snape's hear t sank. He would have to return it to her personally, as to not arouse suspicion. He supposed that an apology would be in order… it would be quite embarrassing…
Snape returned to his desk, deep in thought. It all seemed so strange, though… as if there was a missing piece in the puzzle… why would Pansy believe anything that Potter said? They were enemies, after all. Or maybe it really was some sort of joke… but Pansy's words had seemed so… genuine…
"This is no joke… this is love. I love you…"
The words echoed in Snape's mind, over and over again…
"This is no joke… this is love… put your trust in me… this is no joke… this is love… this is no joke… put your trust in me…"
And Snape fell asleep at his desk, dreaming of green snakes slithering in the shadows of his office.
Author's Note: Review, please! And if you like my fic enough (which I hope you do), please recommend it to other HP fic readers! Thank you, I really appreciate it! ^_^
2 Chapter 2: Tears On The Floor
Author's Note: Hello to everyone who is reading this. Thank you to my reviewers/suggestion-givers: Patricia, Alysun, Blonde Ditz, and Chibikat!! Unlike some of my other fics, I'm really inspired about this one, so please keeping reading and reviewing!! Also, as I have told some of you, the match- ups WILL change, as you will see in the next few chapters! And, by the way, if you know of any other HP fic readers, can you please tell them to read my fic?? :* ( Please?? I really want some more reviews/reviewers! Thank you again, remember to review, and read on!
The days went by quickly, and before Pansy knew it, it was Friday. Most afternoons, she had been so busy thinking about her plans to seduce Snape that she nearly forgot to do her homework. At every meal in the Great Hall, she would look up toward the staff table to see Snape staring back at her. It was quite frightening, actually, but nonetheless exciting in Pansy's eyes.
And then there was Draco to think about. A few times each day, he would pull her aside on the way to their next class to kiss her and encourage her to stay focused on Friday's task. Pansy almost wished that Friday would never come…
But of course it did. Though it was far from the Friday that she had imagined.
~*~
"Are you all ready?" Draco asked Pansy during dinner on Friday evening.
"I think so," Pansy replied. She took a deep breath. Things would be okay… she supposed. After all, Draco would never find out what she was planning to do…
Draco and Pansy walked out into the entrance hall. Draco took her into the shadow of the marble staircase to give her one last reassuring kiss. "Good luck," he added as she walked away.
"Thanks," Pansy mumbled, and she crept down the stairs to the dungeon.
Draco watched her go, and as soon as she was gone, he shook his head and laughed quietly. Pansy was such a fool. He had no doubt that Pansy would take everything he had told her seriously, and that she would assume that Snape loved her. Draco could just imagine Pansy taking off her robes and Snape running away in fright. Draco doubted that Snape really loved her, he had simply told Pansy that to amuse himself… and make the situation more… interesting…
As for Draco's relationship with Pansy… well, he guessed that he was just using her, really. Draco knew her family situation, which was much like his own: their parents showed no affection for them. They had been brought up to be insensitive and cold-hearted. But within their hearts, they yearned for someone to care for them, love them. To Pansy, love was precious; she would do absolutely anything to get it. Anything… including trying to seduce Snape and helping Draco help Voldemort. But once Draco accomplished what he needed to, Pansy would be left on her own.
Draco found love to be a very confusing subject. It was hard to know what real love was when his family revolved around evil and hate. What is love? (A/N: Baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me no more… do you know that song? One of my favs… sorry about that- couldn't help it!) When Draco was with Pansy, he didn't have that feeling… the feeling that he believed love was… but he didn't know what love felt like in the first place… oh, this was ridiculous…
Draco began to walk to the Slytherin house. Pansy would probably try to keep whatever happened between her and Snape a secret, so he wouldn't have to pretend emotions. Wonderful- he just had to sit back and wait for victory.
~*~
Pansy slowly pushed open the door to Snape's office. She could barely see him hunched over his desk… he seemed to be grading papers…
"Professor Snape?" Pansy said, sounding much more sure of herself than she really felt.
Snape looked up from his work, and upon seeing Pansy, he gave her one of his twisted Snape smiles. "Ahhh, yes, Miss Parkinson… what can I do for you?"
"I was wondering if, umm, you could explain the uses of the potion we mixed in class today." Pansy tried to keep her voice from shaking.
Snape rose from his desk and whispered, "Let me fetch some ingredients from the class cupboard… it will help me explain…" And he walked swiftly out of the room.
"Think fast…" Pansy thought to herself. She nervously untied her school robe, under which she was wearing a matching bra and underwear made of green satin and lace. The pattern and texture of her bra looked almost like the scales of a snake…
Snape re-entered his office, mumbling something about "Potter"… when he saw Pansy. She was standing in the far corner of his office, half- engulfed by the shadows. Candlelight danced anxiously in her eyes, and her pale skin gave off a mysterious green glow. All the same, she looked ultimately terrified. As Snape's gaze scanned her body, she felt a chill up her spine… was she doing the right thing? How would Snape react? How far would they go? She wanted to close her eyes and think it was all a dream, but she knew that it was so, so real…
"Miss Parkinson, what are you doing…?" Snape muttered slowly as he stepped towards her.
Pansy remained silent. She averted his gaze and looked down at her clasped hands… but as soon as Snape was close enough, she grabbed him around the next and kissed him.
Her bliss was short.
Snape quickly broke off the kiss and stared back at her in alarm, speechless.
Pansy kept her arms around him and whispered, "Do you love me?"
Snape's mouth hung open for a moment, and then he hissed, "Miss Parkinson, WHO made you do this? Is this some sort of joke?"
Pansy frowned. "I chose to do this, no one made me do anything." She gave him a secretive smile and continued, "Put your trust in me. This is no joke… this is love. I love you…" and she closed in for another kiss, but Snape held back.
"Please… don't…" he cried as he backed away and shook his head. He sat down at his desk and held his head in his hands, rocking it back and forth.
Pansy walked to his side. "But… I thought… I thought that you loved me!"
Snape's head jerked up and his eyes pierced her. "Who told you that?" he questioned threateningly.
Pansy looked at the floor. "Potter…yeah, Harry Potter…" but in her mind, she screamed, "Draco, you bastard! How could you hurt me like this?!" She was so confused, angry, and embarrassed, all at the same time. "You don't love me, do you…?" she asked Snape softly.
However, Snape was paying no attention to Pansy. Instead, he was drawing a stick figure with glasses on a piece of parchment, and flashes, lightening bolts, and wiggly lines around the figure as he cursed with rage.
This normally would have made Pansy cackle with joy, but right then she had never felt worse in her life. This was so unbelievably ridiculous! She raced out of the office, slamming the door behind her, ignoring Snape's shouts of "Miss Parkinson, Miss Parkinson!"
Pansy was already on the first floor when she realized that she had left her robes in Snape's office. Great- here she was half-naked, far from the Slytherin house, in the middle of the night. She had no idea what time it was, but it was very dark, and the castle was deadly still. She was in no mood to go back and get her robes… she'd rather have Filch find her like this… as long as she would never have to face Snape again…
She leaned against the stone wall and wiped away her salty tears. She was mad at everyone: Snape, Draco, and especially herself. How could she have been so stupid as to take what Draco had said for granted? And what had she been thinking of- trying to seduce Snape, a teacher? Pansy shook her head; she didn't even want to think. She just wanted to die, right there…
Pansy let out her sobs, not caring who heard her. Seconds later, a door nearby creaked open, and someone hurried over to Pansy, shining a candle in her face to see who she was.
"Miss Parkinson!" gasped a voice. "What…how…please explain yourself!" the person cried as she saw that Pansy was not wearing her robes.
Pansy sniffed and didn't answer.
The person raised the candle near her own face, revealing a firm yet extremely concerned expression. "Miss Parkinson," Professor McGonagall repeated as she gripped Pansy's arm, "I demand that you tell me *exactly* what has happened to you."
"Let – me – go!" Pansy gasped as she struggled to get away, knocking the candle out of Professor McGonagall's hand. She pulled her arm from the teacher's grasp and ran towards the next staircase. She heard shouts behind her, but she didn't care, she kept on running… until finally, she reached the Slytherin house.
"Neotropical rattlesnake," Pansy murmured to the portrait guarding the entrance, which swung open.
She stepped into the Slytherin common room, where Draco was already waiting for her.
"You're early," Draco whispered, and he greeted her with an empty kiss.
~*~
Snape was still sitting at his desk, periodically adding squiggles to his drawing of Harry Potter. How had Potter known?? Or had it just been an accident?? He sighed. He really shouldn't have been so harsh to the Parkinson girl. She was probably crying her eyes out right now…
As his eyes roamed around his office, Snape noticed a pile of green fabric on the floor. When he walked over and knelt to pick it up, he realized that it was a robe, Pansy's robe. Snape's hear t sank. He would have to return it to her personally, as to not arouse suspicion. He supposed that an apology would be in order… it would be quite embarrassing…
Snape returned to his desk, deep in thought. It all seemed so strange, though… as if there was a missing piece in the puzzle… why would Pansy believe anything that Potter said? They were enemies, after all. Or maybe it really was some sort of joke… but Pansy's words had seemed so… genuine…
"This is no joke… this is love. I love you…"
The words echoed in Snape's mind, over and over again…
"This is no joke… this is love… put your trust in me… this is no joke… this is love… this is no joke… put your trust in me…"
And Snape fell asleep at his desk, dreaming of green snakes slithering in the shadows of his office.
Author's Note: Review, please! And if you like my fic enough (which I hope you do), please recommend it to other HP fic readers! Thank you, I really appreciate it! ^_^