(A/N) Hi people! Okay, lets see what's going to happen to Pansy. I'm going
to outdo myself to hurt her in this. Enjoy!
Disclaimers: This is a fanfiction. You do the math.
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Harry peaked around the corner of the bleachers and sure enough, Pansy was impatiently tapping her foot, waiting. He heard a hushed giggle and he looked up.
Kittie covered Ginny's mouth and handed her a end of a thick rope. Hermione nervously played with a lumpy pillow case. Kittie reached for a heavy bucket and leaned over the railing, panting.
"Oh...Parkinson.....The sky is falling!"
And she dumped the thick, murky liquid over Pansy. She screamed and threw her arms over her head, uselessly. She angrily pulled her sticky locks out of her eyes.
Harry covered his nose and made a face. The liquid smelled like rotting fish, and racid milk. Pansy screamed again as Hermione shook the pillowcase over her.
Pink, glittering feathers tumbled down and stuck to the screaming Pansy. She sputtered and spat feathers from her lips.
Ginny and Kittie dived from the bleachers, each with an end of a rope, and pulled their brooms level as they caught Pansy in her stomach and dragged her to the goal. They flew in a circle around her and wrapped the rope tightly around her. Kittie jumped off of her broom and attempted to tie a knot at Pansy's stomach, but Pansy snapped at her.
Ginny leaped off her broom, and stuffed a molty piece of bread in her mouth. Kittie finished the knot.
Ginny and Kittie exchanged high-fives and Hermione ran down to them and danced on her toes, nervously. All three of them broke into a extremely funny victory dance. Harry laughed and walked over.
"I swear if you don't untie me now, Silcia, I'm going to let all hell loose with Snape!" Pansy had eaten the disgusting piece of bread and was using her mouth freely again.
"Bite me." Kittie crossed her arms as Pansy screamed in frustration.
"I'll get you back for this you bitch! I'll hit you right in the balls!" Her angry eyes glared at Harry. Harry jumped. She wasn't planning on doing anything to him, was she?
Kittie obviously thought the same thing and stepped in front of Harry, as though Pansy might bite again.
"This is between us, Parkinson. Don't drag him into it."
Pansy's pug face broke into an evil grin and she remained silent. Kittie glared at her a little longer and turned angrily to the castle. Harry, Hermione, and Ginny jogged after her. Ginny handed her her broom and Harry turned around to see Blaise run to Pansy and try to untie her. He kept stopping to cover his nose and attempt to breathe.
As Harry reached Kittie, he was suprised to see her grinning.
"That was strangely satisfying."
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That night was Harry's and Kittie's last detention. They had the first week of vacation off, because of the ball and Christmas, but now, they had to clean the prefects' bathroom on the fourth floor.
Harry smiled at Kittie's astonished face as they first walked in. She walked over to the marble sink and ran her finger over it. Harry thought he heard the portriat say something as it closed behind him, but he soon forgot about it as Kittie disappeared into the shower stalls.
"What are you doing?" He called.
"These stalls are huge!"
Harry poked his head into the shower and was suprised to see that it was as big as his dorm.
Kittie flicked her wand at the shower head, and instead of water, it poured music. She laughed and pushed Harry out of her way, gently, and pulled out a sponge and began to clean the sinks and told him to clean the toliets.
As they finished, it was nearly midnight, and Kittie tried to push open the door. It wouldn't budge. Kittie knocked lightly on the back and the old woman asked, "Yes, Deary?"
"Could you let us out please?"
"Sorry, but I was told that if anyone who wasn't a prefect came in here, to lock them in until morning."
Harry felt panicking rising. "But we were told by the Headmaster to serve our detention in here! Please let us out!"
The old woman chuckled. "I'm sorry. Until the Headmaster comes here himself, I won't let you out until seven."
Harry began pounding on the back of the portrait and Kittie dragged him away.
"Relax, Potter. It's only seven hours any ways."
Harry began to pace. "And sit down. You're driving me insane."
He sat on the marble sink next to her. "How will we be able to tell?"
"You and your sarcasm."
"MY sarcasm?"
Kittie shrugged.
Harry looked at her spikes. "What is the piont of wearing those things?"
Kittie examined them. "To show the world that it's not wise to annoy me."
"You have to wear those to say that?"
She grinned and took them off. "I guess not. What about you?"
"What about me?"
"Are you Dutch?"
"What?!"
"Because you're wearing wooden shoes."
Harry looked down at his shoes. "They're not wooden."
"Close enough."
He sighed and dropped his "wooden" shoes on the floor.
"What about *your* shoes?"
"What of them?"
"Does everything you wear have to be black?"
"Not everything is black."
"Your broom, your wand, your wardrobe, your nails, your music-"
"I get it! I just happen to like black."
"Why don't you wear pink once in a while?"
"I don't do pink."
"Blue?"
A short silence. "Maybe."
She pulled her shoes off too, and Harry laughed at her socks. One was black and the other was blue with little balls at the toes.
"Dobby."
"Oh, I know."
Kittie made a face. "Your feet stink."
They both burst into laughter. After a couple minutes they both slid off the sink and clutched their stomachs.
Harry wasn't sure why he was laughing so hard. Maybe because of their situation of being locked in a prefects bathroom by an old lady. Or maybe because Kittie was showing there was more to herself than legs and a past.
He didn't know how it happened but suddenly his lips were on Kittie's and she stopped laughing. He quickly pulled away and laid with his back on the floor, stunned.
"Hic!"
Harry laughed again as he and Kittie began to hiccup. Kittie got up and pulled a small paper cup out of it's holder. She threw one down to Harry and turned a faucet on. As she took a sip out of the cup, she hiccuped again, and the water exploded over her face.
He was rolling on the floor by now and hiccups had stopped. Kittie mopped her face with a fluffy red towel and sat next to Harry again, laughing.
Kittie checked her watch and hiccuped again. "It's-hic-almost 1:30. Hic!"
"My hiccups are gone. What's with you?"
"You probely added yours on to mi- Hey! they're gone!"
She sighed happily. "I thought my throat was going to come up with each one-"
But Harry had pressed his lips to hers again. He knew he had felt some spark the first time and he was dying to feel it again. Kittie pulled her face away, suprised and it took some time for what had happened to sink in.
Before he had totally regained his senses, he fell on his back next to her.
"I feel like I'm drunk." He mumbled as he covered his face with his hands, when reality suddenly hit him.
Kittie laughed lightly and peeled his hands off his face. He looked up to see her leaning over him, her hair curtaining their faces. She leaned forward more and kissed him.
Harry blinked in suprise, but when Kittie didn't jerk away, reached up and weaved her hair through his fingers and kissed her back. He felt her hands on his neck and he deepened the kiss, so he could feel the goosebumps forming on her neck.
"Harry? Kittie? Are you still in there?"
Lupin's vioce jolted Harry out of his moment of ecstasy and Kittie sat up suddenly. She took a calming breath and called back.
He heard a few muffled vioces and Lupin yelled, "I'm getting the Headmaster. Don't go anywhere!"
"'Don't go anywhere.' he says."
Harry stared up at her and she glanced back down. She turned pink and sat back on the counter. He sat up.
"That's it?"
Kittie blushed deeper. "What did you expect?"
"This." He stood and kissed her again. He felt her melt under his lips and kiss him back. The portriat swung open and Harry jumped back as Kittie pressed her back against the mirror.
Lupin cocked his eyebrows, and Dumbledore grinned. "You two can leave now."
They nodded and headed to the door. Lupin held Kittie back and motioned for Harry to keep walking.
Dumbledore guided Harry out to the corridor, bid him good night, and walked the opposite direction of the Griffindor Tower. Harry pressed his back against the wall as Kittie walked by, a few seconds later.
He reached out and took her hand. Kittie jumped and slowly slid her hand out of his. She swallowed and continued to walk.
"Tell me you didn't feel that." He called after her.
She stopped and didn't turn around. "I didn't feel that."
She started to walk again, but Harry jogged up and blocked her.
"To my face."
Kittie opened her mouth to say it again but stopped. She took a deep breath and looked at the ground.
"I *shouldn't* of felt that, Potter."
"Harry."
Kittie raised her eyes to him. "Po-."
Harry was kissing her again and waited for her to pull from him.
Instead however, her arms snaked around his neck and she deepened the kiss. She suddenly gasped against his lips and pulled away. She reached a hand to her lips and ran down the corridor, leaving Harry breathless behind her.
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MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!! That's my Christmas present to you guys. MERRY CHIRSTMAS!!! Review!!!
Disclaimers: This is a fanfiction. You do the math.
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Harry peaked around the corner of the bleachers and sure enough, Pansy was impatiently tapping her foot, waiting. He heard a hushed giggle and he looked up.
Kittie covered Ginny's mouth and handed her a end of a thick rope. Hermione nervously played with a lumpy pillow case. Kittie reached for a heavy bucket and leaned over the railing, panting.
"Oh...Parkinson.....The sky is falling!"
And she dumped the thick, murky liquid over Pansy. She screamed and threw her arms over her head, uselessly. She angrily pulled her sticky locks out of her eyes.
Harry covered his nose and made a face. The liquid smelled like rotting fish, and racid milk. Pansy screamed again as Hermione shook the pillowcase over her.
Pink, glittering feathers tumbled down and stuck to the screaming Pansy. She sputtered and spat feathers from her lips.
Ginny and Kittie dived from the bleachers, each with an end of a rope, and pulled their brooms level as they caught Pansy in her stomach and dragged her to the goal. They flew in a circle around her and wrapped the rope tightly around her. Kittie jumped off of her broom and attempted to tie a knot at Pansy's stomach, but Pansy snapped at her.
Ginny leaped off her broom, and stuffed a molty piece of bread in her mouth. Kittie finished the knot.
Ginny and Kittie exchanged high-fives and Hermione ran down to them and danced on her toes, nervously. All three of them broke into a extremely funny victory dance. Harry laughed and walked over.
"I swear if you don't untie me now, Silcia, I'm going to let all hell loose with Snape!" Pansy had eaten the disgusting piece of bread and was using her mouth freely again.
"Bite me." Kittie crossed her arms as Pansy screamed in frustration.
"I'll get you back for this you bitch! I'll hit you right in the balls!" Her angry eyes glared at Harry. Harry jumped. She wasn't planning on doing anything to him, was she?
Kittie obviously thought the same thing and stepped in front of Harry, as though Pansy might bite again.
"This is between us, Parkinson. Don't drag him into it."
Pansy's pug face broke into an evil grin and she remained silent. Kittie glared at her a little longer and turned angrily to the castle. Harry, Hermione, and Ginny jogged after her. Ginny handed her her broom and Harry turned around to see Blaise run to Pansy and try to untie her. He kept stopping to cover his nose and attempt to breathe.
As Harry reached Kittie, he was suprised to see her grinning.
"That was strangely satisfying."
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That night was Harry's and Kittie's last detention. They had the first week of vacation off, because of the ball and Christmas, but now, they had to clean the prefects' bathroom on the fourth floor.
Harry smiled at Kittie's astonished face as they first walked in. She walked over to the marble sink and ran her finger over it. Harry thought he heard the portriat say something as it closed behind him, but he soon forgot about it as Kittie disappeared into the shower stalls.
"What are you doing?" He called.
"These stalls are huge!"
Harry poked his head into the shower and was suprised to see that it was as big as his dorm.
Kittie flicked her wand at the shower head, and instead of water, it poured music. She laughed and pushed Harry out of her way, gently, and pulled out a sponge and began to clean the sinks and told him to clean the toliets.
As they finished, it was nearly midnight, and Kittie tried to push open the door. It wouldn't budge. Kittie knocked lightly on the back and the old woman asked, "Yes, Deary?"
"Could you let us out please?"
"Sorry, but I was told that if anyone who wasn't a prefect came in here, to lock them in until morning."
Harry felt panicking rising. "But we were told by the Headmaster to serve our detention in here! Please let us out!"
The old woman chuckled. "I'm sorry. Until the Headmaster comes here himself, I won't let you out until seven."
Harry began pounding on the back of the portrait and Kittie dragged him away.
"Relax, Potter. It's only seven hours any ways."
Harry began to pace. "And sit down. You're driving me insane."
He sat on the marble sink next to her. "How will we be able to tell?"
"You and your sarcasm."
"MY sarcasm?"
Kittie shrugged.
Harry looked at her spikes. "What is the piont of wearing those things?"
Kittie examined them. "To show the world that it's not wise to annoy me."
"You have to wear those to say that?"
She grinned and took them off. "I guess not. What about you?"
"What about me?"
"Are you Dutch?"
"What?!"
"Because you're wearing wooden shoes."
Harry looked down at his shoes. "They're not wooden."
"Close enough."
He sighed and dropped his "wooden" shoes on the floor.
"What about *your* shoes?"
"What of them?"
"Does everything you wear have to be black?"
"Not everything is black."
"Your broom, your wand, your wardrobe, your nails, your music-"
"I get it! I just happen to like black."
"Why don't you wear pink once in a while?"
"I don't do pink."
"Blue?"
A short silence. "Maybe."
She pulled her shoes off too, and Harry laughed at her socks. One was black and the other was blue with little balls at the toes.
"Dobby."
"Oh, I know."
Kittie made a face. "Your feet stink."
They both burst into laughter. After a couple minutes they both slid off the sink and clutched their stomachs.
Harry wasn't sure why he was laughing so hard. Maybe because of their situation of being locked in a prefects bathroom by an old lady. Or maybe because Kittie was showing there was more to herself than legs and a past.
He didn't know how it happened but suddenly his lips were on Kittie's and she stopped laughing. He quickly pulled away and laid with his back on the floor, stunned.
"Hic!"
Harry laughed again as he and Kittie began to hiccup. Kittie got up and pulled a small paper cup out of it's holder. She threw one down to Harry and turned a faucet on. As she took a sip out of the cup, she hiccuped again, and the water exploded over her face.
He was rolling on the floor by now and hiccups had stopped. Kittie mopped her face with a fluffy red towel and sat next to Harry again, laughing.
Kittie checked her watch and hiccuped again. "It's-hic-almost 1:30. Hic!"
"My hiccups are gone. What's with you?"
"You probely added yours on to mi- Hey! they're gone!"
She sighed happily. "I thought my throat was going to come up with each one-"
But Harry had pressed his lips to hers again. He knew he had felt some spark the first time and he was dying to feel it again. Kittie pulled her face away, suprised and it took some time for what had happened to sink in.
Before he had totally regained his senses, he fell on his back next to her.
"I feel like I'm drunk." He mumbled as he covered his face with his hands, when reality suddenly hit him.
Kittie laughed lightly and peeled his hands off his face. He looked up to see her leaning over him, her hair curtaining their faces. She leaned forward more and kissed him.
Harry blinked in suprise, but when Kittie didn't jerk away, reached up and weaved her hair through his fingers and kissed her back. He felt her hands on his neck and he deepened the kiss, so he could feel the goosebumps forming on her neck.
"Harry? Kittie? Are you still in there?"
Lupin's vioce jolted Harry out of his moment of ecstasy and Kittie sat up suddenly. She took a calming breath and called back.
He heard a few muffled vioces and Lupin yelled, "I'm getting the Headmaster. Don't go anywhere!"
"'Don't go anywhere.' he says."
Harry stared up at her and she glanced back down. She turned pink and sat back on the counter. He sat up.
"That's it?"
Kittie blushed deeper. "What did you expect?"
"This." He stood and kissed her again. He felt her melt under his lips and kiss him back. The portriat swung open and Harry jumped back as Kittie pressed her back against the mirror.
Lupin cocked his eyebrows, and Dumbledore grinned. "You two can leave now."
They nodded and headed to the door. Lupin held Kittie back and motioned for Harry to keep walking.
Dumbledore guided Harry out to the corridor, bid him good night, and walked the opposite direction of the Griffindor Tower. Harry pressed his back against the wall as Kittie walked by, a few seconds later.
He reached out and took her hand. Kittie jumped and slowly slid her hand out of his. She swallowed and continued to walk.
"Tell me you didn't feel that." He called after her.
She stopped and didn't turn around. "I didn't feel that."
She started to walk again, but Harry jogged up and blocked her.
"To my face."
Kittie opened her mouth to say it again but stopped. She took a deep breath and looked at the ground.
"I *shouldn't* of felt that, Potter."
"Harry."
Kittie raised her eyes to him. "Po-."
Harry was kissing her again and waited for her to pull from him.
Instead however, her arms snaked around his neck and she deepened the kiss. She suddenly gasped against his lips and pulled away. She reached a hand to her lips and ran down the corridor, leaving Harry breathless behind her.
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MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!! That's my Christmas present to you guys. MERRY CHIRSTMAS!!! Review!!!