1 Evil Still Blooms: Slytherin's Story
2 Chapter 3: Visitors in the Wing
Author's Note: Hey, y'all! Thanks to all my reviews and to anyone who's reading this! Before I start, just a reminder- this is a very surprising and unpredictable fic, so please do not take anything too literally- chances are that it will change or simply is not what you think it is! So please be patient! Also, don't worry about the match-ups- they'll constantly be changing. This is because 1) I don't really have a specific match-up preference and 2) I want all of the readers to be happy. Enough of my chatter: please enjoy the third chapter of "Evil Still Blooms: Slytherin's Story"… and remember, please review!
"Don't you dare touch me," Pansy hissed. "You have a lot of explaining to do!"
"What are you talking about?" Draco asked her coolly. "What have I done?"
"You-lied-to-me, you bastard! And you know it! Tell me all those things… just so that I'd help you will Voldemort! And at my expense! You bastard, you bastard, you-"
"Shh! Do you want people to-"
"I don't care! I won't be quiet!" Pansy screeched. "You've taken this too far! I want you to explain exactly what you were planning to do by telling me that Snape loved me… why the hell would you do that?! Do *you* love me? Probably not…"
By this time, Draco had realized how little Pansy was wearing and the red marks on her arm from Professor McGonagall's strong grip. What had happened between her and Snape, anyway??
Pansy was still ranting, so Draco decided to try to change the subject. "Did you get Snape to come back to the Dark side?" he asked eagerly.
"No!" Pansy screamed. "I didn't even ask him because I was so upset! I'm sure that you would've forgotten to ask him, too- if you went through what I did…"
"You idiot," Draco mumbled as he paced rapidly around the Slytherin common room. "You idiot! After all the time I invested in planning this, you didn't even bother to ask Snape the stupid question!"
Pansy was disgusted. "If YOU hadn't made things complicated by lying and saying that Snape loved me, then maybe I would have had the confidence to ask him!" Pansy choked as her tears returned. "This is getting us nowhere. What I want to know is if you really love me or not." She stared at him through her tangled brown hair.
"No," stated Draco, returning her fixed gaze. "I don't love you. I hate you."
"And I hate you, too," Pansy hissed, "I hate you, and Voldemort, and- "
Draco slapped her across the face. "Don't you dare insult Voldemort," he whispered dangerously.
Pansy snickered. "Really? Well, I'm not going to listen to you anymore. After all, you've been throwing lies at me since Monday…" she turned and marched over to the staircase of the girls' dormitory.
"You'll get your payback in no time," Draco called after her. "When Voldemort takes over at Hogwarts… I'll make sure that he has no mercy on you…"
Pansy didn't hear him. She was busy crying herself to sleep.
~*~
The Slytherin table seemed unusually quiet the next morning, for neither Draco nor Pansy was talking to anyone. But Pansy had enough to worry about without thinking about Draco. She could have been blind and still felt the gaze of all the teachers on her. And she wasn't surprised when she received a note from her owl, saying:
Dear Miss Parkinson,
Please report to Madame Pomfrey's office immediately after breakfast. You will be excused for all of your classes today. Please be prompt.
~ Professor McGonagall
There was no doubt in Pansy's mind that Madame Pomfrey would conduct several tests on her to see if she was pregnant and the like… and then Professor McGonagall would probe her with more questions. Perhaps Snape would also be called in, since he was the head of the Slytherin house. Pansy felt nauseated at the simple thought of it.
But it would be useless to avoid the inevitable. Pansy walked slowly up to Madame Pomfrey's office after breakfast, expecting the worst.
Madame Pomfrey eyed Pansy curiously as she sat down in the nurse's office. "Professor McGonagall reported that she caught you roaming around the castle last night… without your robes. Is that much true?
Pansy nodded, and Madame Pomfrey shook her head in disbelief.
"She has instructed me to do some tests on you, since it seems that you were… unwilling to tell her the details herself. The tests will take about an hour, and then I believe that you will have some… visitors." Madame Pomfrey gave Pansy a sour look. "You do realize that we can give you a truth potion that will make you answer any question we ask you?"
Pansy nodded again.
Madame Pomfrey sighed. "Well, let's begin those tests…"
Pansy followed her into the hospital wing, where she was given her own bed and enclosed area. Madame Pomfrey made her drink this mysterious looking blue liquid that made her insides feel as if they were burning. After that, a machine passed over her body a few times… probably some special sort of x-ray… Madame Pomfrey was gone for about 15 minutes…
And then she returned… with Professor McGonagall… and Snape following close behind.
"Well," Madame Pomfrey was explaining to Professor McGonagall, "the tests tell me that she has had no sexual activity within the past few weeks… nothing was really revealed by the tests. If you want to know the real story, you'll have to give her a truth potion…"
"We hope that won't be necessary," Professor McGonagall said quietly as she sat by the bed. Snape remained standing behind her, trying not to look at the frightened girl who was watching him with sad eyes.
"Miss Parkinson, if you don't tell us anything, we will be forced to use a truth potion," exclaimed Professor McGonagall. "It's for your safety and the safety of the other students. At a time like this," she told Pansy, "we can never be too cautious." The transfiguration teacher narrowed her eyes. "There must be something you can tell us!"
Pansy was silent.
Professor McGonagall sighed and then got up from her chair. "This is ridiculous," she muttered as she faced Snape. "Severus, you try to get some information out of her… if she still remains silent, please prepare a truth potion and notify me when it is ready." She turned on her heel and stormed out of the hospital wing. Madame Pomfrey followed her.
Snape took something from behind his back. "Your robe," Snape mumbled. "I found it in my office, after you, err, left." He handed the robe to Pansy, but he did not face her. "I'm… I'm sorry about last night. I don't believe I was very considerate of your feelings…"
Pansy gaped at him, tears rolling freely down her pale cheeks.
"You must understand," Snape continued, "that your behavior took me, err, quite by surprise, to say the least." He chuckled quietly. "I never expected…"
"That you knew how I felt about you…" He sat down on Pansy's hospital bed, leaned over, and kissed her softly on her moist cheek. She gasped, and Snape smiled.
"But I have one request of you…"
Pansy held her breath.
"I want to know," Snape whispered in her ear, "who told you about The Blooming."
Pansy tried not to let her confusion show. What was "The Blooming?" Was Snape talking about the rise of Voldemort? Well, to answer Snape's question, it was mainly Draco who told her everything… but what the hell was "The Blooming?" She would have asked Snape, but she didn't want to sound ignorant…
"Draco," she answered, and waited for Snape's reaction.
Snape seemed extremely alarmed. His eyes darted around the hospital wing as her murmured, "Lucius… yes, he must have told Draco…" He looked at Pansy again. "I wouldn't spend much time around Draco, anymore," Snape warned. "He and his father are now our rivals…"
Pansy nodded, but she had never felt more confused.
Snape stood up and said quietly, "Come to my office after you are released from here. We have many things to discuss…" And with the swish of a robe, he was gone.
Snape had barely left when Madame Pomfrey came back into the room. "You have another visitor," the nurse groaned.
Madame Pomfrey left, and into the hospital wing stepped Hermione Granger.
Pansy's face puffed up with rage. "What are you doing here, Mudblood?!" she cried out.
"I came to see how you were doing," mumbled Hermione.
Pansy scoffed. "Sorry, but I'd probably feel much better without your visit. Go away-"
"Rumors have been going around that someone tried to rape you last night," Hermione added, her voice growing louder. "I know that you won't tell me if it's true or not… but I did want to let you know that if you need anyone to talk to, or any advice, I'll be here for you."
"Me, seek advice from a Muggle-born?!?" Pansy shrieked.
Hermione sighed. "Believe me, I understand more than you think I do…" And Pansy saw a strange, faraway look in Hermione's eyes… and suddenly, Pansy wanted to tell her everything that had happened… how Draco had used her… how Snape had first reacted to her… how hurt and useless she felt… and about… "The Blooming"…
Pansy scowled to herself… she didn't want to get help from a Mudblood… but Hermione would be sure to know the answer…
"Can I ask you a question?" Pansy's voice was now soft.
Hermione nodded.
"…Can you tell me what 'The Blooming' is…?"
Hermione's eyes were wide. "It's a very long story…" She motioned her hands toward a chair. "Do you mind if I sit down?"
Pansy frowned, and then shrugged.
So Hermione pulled up the chair and started her story…
"It began many years ago, when Voldemort was still a student at Hogwarts…"
2 Chapter 3: Visitors in the Wing
Author's Note: Hey, y'all! Thanks to all my reviews and to anyone who's reading this! Before I start, just a reminder- this is a very surprising and unpredictable fic, so please do not take anything too literally- chances are that it will change or simply is not what you think it is! So please be patient! Also, don't worry about the match-ups- they'll constantly be changing. This is because 1) I don't really have a specific match-up preference and 2) I want all of the readers to be happy. Enough of my chatter: please enjoy the third chapter of "Evil Still Blooms: Slytherin's Story"… and remember, please review!
"Don't you dare touch me," Pansy hissed. "You have a lot of explaining to do!"
"What are you talking about?" Draco asked her coolly. "What have I done?"
"You-lied-to-me, you bastard! And you know it! Tell me all those things… just so that I'd help you will Voldemort! And at my expense! You bastard, you bastard, you-"
"Shh! Do you want people to-"
"I don't care! I won't be quiet!" Pansy screeched. "You've taken this too far! I want you to explain exactly what you were planning to do by telling me that Snape loved me… why the hell would you do that?! Do *you* love me? Probably not…"
By this time, Draco had realized how little Pansy was wearing and the red marks on her arm from Professor McGonagall's strong grip. What had happened between her and Snape, anyway??
Pansy was still ranting, so Draco decided to try to change the subject. "Did you get Snape to come back to the Dark side?" he asked eagerly.
"No!" Pansy screamed. "I didn't even ask him because I was so upset! I'm sure that you would've forgotten to ask him, too- if you went through what I did…"
"You idiot," Draco mumbled as he paced rapidly around the Slytherin common room. "You idiot! After all the time I invested in planning this, you didn't even bother to ask Snape the stupid question!"
Pansy was disgusted. "If YOU hadn't made things complicated by lying and saying that Snape loved me, then maybe I would have had the confidence to ask him!" Pansy choked as her tears returned. "This is getting us nowhere. What I want to know is if you really love me or not." She stared at him through her tangled brown hair.
"No," stated Draco, returning her fixed gaze. "I don't love you. I hate you."
"And I hate you, too," Pansy hissed, "I hate you, and Voldemort, and- "
Draco slapped her across the face. "Don't you dare insult Voldemort," he whispered dangerously.
Pansy snickered. "Really? Well, I'm not going to listen to you anymore. After all, you've been throwing lies at me since Monday…" she turned and marched over to the staircase of the girls' dormitory.
"You'll get your payback in no time," Draco called after her. "When Voldemort takes over at Hogwarts… I'll make sure that he has no mercy on you…"
Pansy didn't hear him. She was busy crying herself to sleep.
~*~
The Slytherin table seemed unusually quiet the next morning, for neither Draco nor Pansy was talking to anyone. But Pansy had enough to worry about without thinking about Draco. She could have been blind and still felt the gaze of all the teachers on her. And she wasn't surprised when she received a note from her owl, saying:
Dear Miss Parkinson,
Please report to Madame Pomfrey's office immediately after breakfast. You will be excused for all of your classes today. Please be prompt.
~ Professor McGonagall
There was no doubt in Pansy's mind that Madame Pomfrey would conduct several tests on her to see if she was pregnant and the like… and then Professor McGonagall would probe her with more questions. Perhaps Snape would also be called in, since he was the head of the Slytherin house. Pansy felt nauseated at the simple thought of it.
But it would be useless to avoid the inevitable. Pansy walked slowly up to Madame Pomfrey's office after breakfast, expecting the worst.
Madame Pomfrey eyed Pansy curiously as she sat down in the nurse's office. "Professor McGonagall reported that she caught you roaming around the castle last night… without your robes. Is that much true?
Pansy nodded, and Madame Pomfrey shook her head in disbelief.
"She has instructed me to do some tests on you, since it seems that you were… unwilling to tell her the details herself. The tests will take about an hour, and then I believe that you will have some… visitors." Madame Pomfrey gave Pansy a sour look. "You do realize that we can give you a truth potion that will make you answer any question we ask you?"
Pansy nodded again.
Madame Pomfrey sighed. "Well, let's begin those tests…"
Pansy followed her into the hospital wing, where she was given her own bed and enclosed area. Madame Pomfrey made her drink this mysterious looking blue liquid that made her insides feel as if they were burning. After that, a machine passed over her body a few times… probably some special sort of x-ray… Madame Pomfrey was gone for about 15 minutes…
And then she returned… with Professor McGonagall… and Snape following close behind.
"Well," Madame Pomfrey was explaining to Professor McGonagall, "the tests tell me that she has had no sexual activity within the past few weeks… nothing was really revealed by the tests. If you want to know the real story, you'll have to give her a truth potion…"
"We hope that won't be necessary," Professor McGonagall said quietly as she sat by the bed. Snape remained standing behind her, trying not to look at the frightened girl who was watching him with sad eyes.
"Miss Parkinson, if you don't tell us anything, we will be forced to use a truth potion," exclaimed Professor McGonagall. "It's for your safety and the safety of the other students. At a time like this," she told Pansy, "we can never be too cautious." The transfiguration teacher narrowed her eyes. "There must be something you can tell us!"
Pansy was silent.
Professor McGonagall sighed and then got up from her chair. "This is ridiculous," she muttered as she faced Snape. "Severus, you try to get some information out of her… if she still remains silent, please prepare a truth potion and notify me when it is ready." She turned on her heel and stormed out of the hospital wing. Madame Pomfrey followed her.
Snape took something from behind his back. "Your robe," Snape mumbled. "I found it in my office, after you, err, left." He handed the robe to Pansy, but he did not face her. "I'm… I'm sorry about last night. I don't believe I was very considerate of your feelings…"
Pansy gaped at him, tears rolling freely down her pale cheeks.
"You must understand," Snape continued, "that your behavior took me, err, quite by surprise, to say the least." He chuckled quietly. "I never expected…"
"That you knew how I felt about you…" He sat down on Pansy's hospital bed, leaned over, and kissed her softly on her moist cheek. She gasped, and Snape smiled.
"But I have one request of you…"
Pansy held her breath.
"I want to know," Snape whispered in her ear, "who told you about The Blooming."
Pansy tried not to let her confusion show. What was "The Blooming?" Was Snape talking about the rise of Voldemort? Well, to answer Snape's question, it was mainly Draco who told her everything… but what the hell was "The Blooming?" She would have asked Snape, but she didn't want to sound ignorant…
"Draco," she answered, and waited for Snape's reaction.
Snape seemed extremely alarmed. His eyes darted around the hospital wing as her murmured, "Lucius… yes, he must have told Draco…" He looked at Pansy again. "I wouldn't spend much time around Draco, anymore," Snape warned. "He and his father are now our rivals…"
Pansy nodded, but she had never felt more confused.
Snape stood up and said quietly, "Come to my office after you are released from here. We have many things to discuss…" And with the swish of a robe, he was gone.
Snape had barely left when Madame Pomfrey came back into the room. "You have another visitor," the nurse groaned.
Madame Pomfrey left, and into the hospital wing stepped Hermione Granger.
Pansy's face puffed up with rage. "What are you doing here, Mudblood?!" she cried out.
"I came to see how you were doing," mumbled Hermione.
Pansy scoffed. "Sorry, but I'd probably feel much better without your visit. Go away-"
"Rumors have been going around that someone tried to rape you last night," Hermione added, her voice growing louder. "I know that you won't tell me if it's true or not… but I did want to let you know that if you need anyone to talk to, or any advice, I'll be here for you."
"Me, seek advice from a Muggle-born?!?" Pansy shrieked.
Hermione sighed. "Believe me, I understand more than you think I do…" And Pansy saw a strange, faraway look in Hermione's eyes… and suddenly, Pansy wanted to tell her everything that had happened… how Draco had used her… how Snape had first reacted to her… how hurt and useless she felt… and about… "The Blooming"…
Pansy scowled to herself… she didn't want to get help from a Mudblood… but Hermione would be sure to know the answer…
"Can I ask you a question?" Pansy's voice was now soft.
Hermione nodded.
"…Can you tell me what 'The Blooming' is…?"
Hermione's eyes were wide. "It's a very long story…" She motioned her hands toward a chair. "Do you mind if I sit down?"
Pansy frowned, and then shrugged.
So Hermione pulled up the chair and started her story…
"It began many years ago, when Voldemort was still a student at Hogwarts…"