Evil Still Blooms: Slytherin's Story
Chapter 5: Flower in the Name
Pansy reluctantly followed Snape to his desk, where she stood anxiously while Snape sat down and shuffled some papers.
"Sit down, please, Miss Parkinson," he said in a suave tone. So Pansy sat and waited for him to begin.
Snape folded his hands and looked down at his desk. "Miss Parkinson," he muttered after a moment, ". . . Miss Parkinson, have you ever had. . . a craving. . . for adventure?"
Pansy narrowed her eyes with suspicion. "I suppose so. . . yes," she answered.
Snape nodded, and then arose from his chair and began to pace around the room. "And Miss Parkinson. . . have you ever had. . . a want. . . for power?"
Pansy frowned. ". . .Yes. . ."
Her frown was countered with a twisted Snape smile. He then walked over to Pansy, placing his hands on the arms of Pansy's chair, hovering over her. "And. . . have you ever had. . . a desire. . . to love. . . to be passionate. . . to belong. . .?" His fingers swept over her breast, and Pansy blushed with embarrassment.
"Yes," she whispered, "I have. . ."
"Good," replied Snape, and he let go of her chair and began to walk around again. "You see. . . you can have all this. . . and more. . . if you are who you are."
Pansy was puzzled. "If I am- who I am?" she stuttered.
"Yes. If you are who you are."
"The descendant of Rose Rentrer. The holder of ultimate power and control. The heir to the throne of Dark Magic. The Bloomist."
Pansy's mind froze, and all of Hermione's words ran through her head, making more sense than she wanted them to. She was the key to Voldemort's ultimate power?! She and she alone?! Pansy Parkinson, queen of Dark Magic, wife of-
Voldemort. Voldemort?!? VOLDEMORT?!?
Yes. . . ". . . A woman with the name of a flower who has Death Eater blood will take Rose's place in Voldemort's heart. . ." Flower, flower. . . Pansy, flower. . .
"No," Pansy choked, "I can't. . ." She remembered Potter talking about the way Voldemort looked. . . slits for eyes. . . skin as pale as death. . . voice like the squeak of a mouse being killed slowly. . . and silently. . .
"But Miss Parkinson, it is your duty," Snape insisted as he leaned toward her.
Pansy shook her head. "I can't love him. . . I love you. . ." and she pulled him close to her, running her hands through his tangled hair, trying to close her eyes and ignore the nightmares passing through the darkness of her mind. . . wife of Voldemort at age 15. . . "No, no, no. . ."
"Pansy, please," Snape cried. "This is the only thing I ask of you. In return, I will do anything! I will soon be your servant, anyhow: all Death Eaters will have to obey your every command. Think of the power, Pansy!" Snape gasped as his eyes glittered with excitement. "All yours! Your name will be more famous than Potter's. . . and you will have the victory. . ."
Victory, so sweet. . . victory over everyone else in the world. . . Potter would be crushed. . . Dumbledore would be ruined. . . and Draco, the little bastard, would wish that he had treated his accomplice with a bit more respect-
"I have arranged for us to visit Voldemort's castle on this coming Saturday. You will skip your trip to Hogsmeade; no one shall notice your absence. If necessary, we shall stay there longer. . . but until then. . . I am your faithful servant." Snape knelt down on the floor and bowed his head.
Pansy looked down at him. The little fun she had at Hogwarts would be over soon. . . she doubted that being the wife of Voldemort would be enjoyable or even amusing. . . she would have to make the most of the one week she had left. . .
She knelt in front of Snape and pushed him back onto the floor. She lowered her body onto his as she kissed him passionately. Pansy could have anything she wanted. . . and from Snape, she wanted the most. . .
Snape didn't hold back. He knew what Pansy desired. . . and as her servant, he was obliged to give it to her. . .
~*~
Hermione quietly placed her things on a table and began to walk around the library. She wasn't sure what she was looking for. . . she simply strolled through the aisles and aisles of bookcases, hoping to glimpse anything that fit her interests.
She was in the last aisle when she saw something that especially caught her attention. "The Book of Blossoms," by John Redman. Hmmm. . . that was funny. . . it appeared to be a Muggle book. There were very few in the Hogwarts library. Intrigued, Hermione removed it from the shelf and returned to the table. . .
She scanned the index for familiar names. . . Lily, that was Harry's mother's name. . . Myrtle. . . she didn't know there was a flower with that name! Maybe that would make Myrtle cheer up a bit. . . Narcissus. . . Draco's mother was named Narcissa, wasn't she. . .? Pansy. . . Peach- Pansy?? That was right! A pansy was a kind of flower; how foolish of her not to remember!
So why had Pansy asked about The Blooming, anyway? Hermione's heart stopped. Could it be possible. . . that Pansy was The Bloomist? Hermione shook her head in disbelief. Voldemort's ticket to power, a student a Hogwarts?? Ridiculous!
But she still couldn't help but be curious. she wondered how much Pansy knew about The Blooming. . . she hadn't seemed to know anything at all. But then why had she asked in the first place?? *Sigh*. . .
Anyhow, Hermione realized that she was on her own if she wanted to find out more information. It would require a great deal of research. . . and spying as well. . . Hermione looked at the flower book held tightly in her hands. She would check this out. . . who knows, maybe it would come in handy. ^_^
Chapter 5: Flower in the Name
Pansy reluctantly followed Snape to his desk, where she stood anxiously while Snape sat down and shuffled some papers.
"Sit down, please, Miss Parkinson," he said in a suave tone. So Pansy sat and waited for him to begin.
Snape folded his hands and looked down at his desk. "Miss Parkinson," he muttered after a moment, ". . . Miss Parkinson, have you ever had. . . a craving. . . for adventure?"
Pansy narrowed her eyes with suspicion. "I suppose so. . . yes," she answered.
Snape nodded, and then arose from his chair and began to pace around the room. "And Miss Parkinson. . . have you ever had. . . a want. . . for power?"
Pansy frowned. ". . .Yes. . ."
Her frown was countered with a twisted Snape smile. He then walked over to Pansy, placing his hands on the arms of Pansy's chair, hovering over her. "And. . . have you ever had. . . a desire. . . to love. . . to be passionate. . . to belong. . .?" His fingers swept over her breast, and Pansy blushed with embarrassment.
"Yes," she whispered, "I have. . ."
"Good," replied Snape, and he let go of her chair and began to walk around again. "You see. . . you can have all this. . . and more. . . if you are who you are."
Pansy was puzzled. "If I am- who I am?" she stuttered.
"Yes. If you are who you are."
"The descendant of Rose Rentrer. The holder of ultimate power and control. The heir to the throne of Dark Magic. The Bloomist."
Pansy's mind froze, and all of Hermione's words ran through her head, making more sense than she wanted them to. She was the key to Voldemort's ultimate power?! She and she alone?! Pansy Parkinson, queen of Dark Magic, wife of-
Voldemort. Voldemort?!? VOLDEMORT?!?
Yes. . . ". . . A woman with the name of a flower who has Death Eater blood will take Rose's place in Voldemort's heart. . ." Flower, flower. . . Pansy, flower. . .
"No," Pansy choked, "I can't. . ." She remembered Potter talking about the way Voldemort looked. . . slits for eyes. . . skin as pale as death. . . voice like the squeak of a mouse being killed slowly. . . and silently. . .
"But Miss Parkinson, it is your duty," Snape insisted as he leaned toward her.
Pansy shook her head. "I can't love him. . . I love you. . ." and she pulled him close to her, running her hands through his tangled hair, trying to close her eyes and ignore the nightmares passing through the darkness of her mind. . . wife of Voldemort at age 15. . . "No, no, no. . ."
"Pansy, please," Snape cried. "This is the only thing I ask of you. In return, I will do anything! I will soon be your servant, anyhow: all Death Eaters will have to obey your every command. Think of the power, Pansy!" Snape gasped as his eyes glittered with excitement. "All yours! Your name will be more famous than Potter's. . . and you will have the victory. . ."
Victory, so sweet. . . victory over everyone else in the world. . . Potter would be crushed. . . Dumbledore would be ruined. . . and Draco, the little bastard, would wish that he had treated his accomplice with a bit more respect-
"I have arranged for us to visit Voldemort's castle on this coming Saturday. You will skip your trip to Hogsmeade; no one shall notice your absence. If necessary, we shall stay there longer. . . but until then. . . I am your faithful servant." Snape knelt down on the floor and bowed his head.
Pansy looked down at him. The little fun she had at Hogwarts would be over soon. . . she doubted that being the wife of Voldemort would be enjoyable or even amusing. . . she would have to make the most of the one week she had left. . .
She knelt in front of Snape and pushed him back onto the floor. She lowered her body onto his as she kissed him passionately. Pansy could have anything she wanted. . . and from Snape, she wanted the most. . .
Snape didn't hold back. He knew what Pansy desired. . . and as her servant, he was obliged to give it to her. . .
~*~
Hermione quietly placed her things on a table and began to walk around the library. She wasn't sure what she was looking for. . . she simply strolled through the aisles and aisles of bookcases, hoping to glimpse anything that fit her interests.
She was in the last aisle when she saw something that especially caught her attention. "The Book of Blossoms," by John Redman. Hmmm. . . that was funny. . . it appeared to be a Muggle book. There were very few in the Hogwarts library. Intrigued, Hermione removed it from the shelf and returned to the table. . .
She scanned the index for familiar names. . . Lily, that was Harry's mother's name. . . Myrtle. . . she didn't know there was a flower with that name! Maybe that would make Myrtle cheer up a bit. . . Narcissus. . . Draco's mother was named Narcissa, wasn't she. . .? Pansy. . . Peach- Pansy?? That was right! A pansy was a kind of flower; how foolish of her not to remember!
So why had Pansy asked about The Blooming, anyway? Hermione's heart stopped. Could it be possible. . . that Pansy was The Bloomist? Hermione shook her head in disbelief. Voldemort's ticket to power, a student a Hogwarts?? Ridiculous!
But she still couldn't help but be curious. she wondered how much Pansy knew about The Blooming. . . she hadn't seemed to know anything at all. But then why had she asked in the first place?? *Sigh*. . .
Anyhow, Hermione realized that she was on her own if she wanted to find out more information. It would require a great deal of research. . . and spying as well. . . Hermione looked at the flower book held tightly in her hands. She would check this out. . . who knows, maybe it would come in handy. ^_^