It took Pansy a moment to realize that the figure lying on the ground
beside her feet was Ron and not Draco. So, who had cast that spell? She
looked wildly around. Draco, too, was searching for the cause of the blue
light. The air was thick was gray smoke, and Pansy could barely make out
Draco.
"Who did that?" Pansy coughed, her eyes watering.
"I did." A voice called from the end of the hall behind them. Pansy whirled around. This time she had enough time to scream and even stumble backwards into Draco's waiting arms.
"You!" She shouted, fear filling her mind once again. "But, that's you!" She pointed down at the limp body on the ground.
Ron was lying on the ground, unconcious, and also standing at the other end of the hallway, holding out his wand.
"No it isn't."
"Yes it is, you-" Draco started. "Longbottom?" He asked aloud, confusion tinting his voice.
"What are you talking about, Draco?" Pansy asked.
"Look, Pansy, it's Neville on the ground, not Ron!" Draco knelt down. "Polyjuice Potion!" He stood back up and looked at the real Ron. "Why in hell would he want to change into you to get 'revenge' on Pansy for 'breaking his heart'?"
Ron shrugged. "How should I know? I'm not psychic, Malfoy."
"So, are you the one hurting me?" Pansy asked, dreading the answer.
"Hurting you?" Ron asked, obviously caught off guard by the question. "I haven't hurt you, Parkinson."
"Then it's been Neville doing it," Pansy leaned against the wall to steady herself. She looked up at Draco. "Now, may I finish telling you about the potion?"
Draco nodded. "Yes," He answered bluntly.
"The potion I was looking at wasn't for Ron, I don't like him."
"Then. who do you like?"
"It wasn't your buisness yesterday and it's not your buisness today," Pansy said, smiling. "But you'll know soon enough, Draco."
"You like me?" Ron asked, his voice higher than usual.
"I just got through saying that I didn't, Weasley, get your ears checked," Pansy snapped. "Now that we're all settled on the matter of who's been torturing me every night, what do we do about class?"
Draco looked at Pansy. "Your eyes are really red. Are you asthmatic?"
Pansy shrugged. "Not that I know of, but I haven't ever been checked. Come to think of it, I am having a hard time breathing. So what?"
"I'll walk you down to the Hospital Wing," He looked at Ron. "And why are you here?"
Ron shrugged again. "Snape sent me to come and find you two."
"Tell him that Pansy's sick, and I walked her down to the Hospital Wing, and I'll be there in a few minutes," Draco instructed.
"Yes, King Malfoy," Ron said sarcastically, bowing before he walked off in the direction of the Herbology green houses.
"I'm fine, really, Draco, maybe I'll just go upstairs and skip class to lay down," Pansy suggested.
"Don't be silly." Draco said. "You're my pass out of class."
Of course, Draco was only using her to get out of class. He wasn't even a partial friend to her. Pansy rolled her eyes. "How kind of you."
"Anytime, Pansy."
"Who did that?" Pansy coughed, her eyes watering.
"I did." A voice called from the end of the hall behind them. Pansy whirled around. This time she had enough time to scream and even stumble backwards into Draco's waiting arms.
"You!" She shouted, fear filling her mind once again. "But, that's you!" She pointed down at the limp body on the ground.
Ron was lying on the ground, unconcious, and also standing at the other end of the hallway, holding out his wand.
"No it isn't."
"Yes it is, you-" Draco started. "Longbottom?" He asked aloud, confusion tinting his voice.
"What are you talking about, Draco?" Pansy asked.
"Look, Pansy, it's Neville on the ground, not Ron!" Draco knelt down. "Polyjuice Potion!" He stood back up and looked at the real Ron. "Why in hell would he want to change into you to get 'revenge' on Pansy for 'breaking his heart'?"
Ron shrugged. "How should I know? I'm not psychic, Malfoy."
"So, are you the one hurting me?" Pansy asked, dreading the answer.
"Hurting you?" Ron asked, obviously caught off guard by the question. "I haven't hurt you, Parkinson."
"Then it's been Neville doing it," Pansy leaned against the wall to steady herself. She looked up at Draco. "Now, may I finish telling you about the potion?"
Draco nodded. "Yes," He answered bluntly.
"The potion I was looking at wasn't for Ron, I don't like him."
"Then. who do you like?"
"It wasn't your buisness yesterday and it's not your buisness today," Pansy said, smiling. "But you'll know soon enough, Draco."
"You like me?" Ron asked, his voice higher than usual.
"I just got through saying that I didn't, Weasley, get your ears checked," Pansy snapped. "Now that we're all settled on the matter of who's been torturing me every night, what do we do about class?"
Draco looked at Pansy. "Your eyes are really red. Are you asthmatic?"
Pansy shrugged. "Not that I know of, but I haven't ever been checked. Come to think of it, I am having a hard time breathing. So what?"
"I'll walk you down to the Hospital Wing," He looked at Ron. "And why are you here?"
Ron shrugged again. "Snape sent me to come and find you two."
"Tell him that Pansy's sick, and I walked her down to the Hospital Wing, and I'll be there in a few minutes," Draco instructed.
"Yes, King Malfoy," Ron said sarcastically, bowing before he walked off in the direction of the Herbology green houses.
"I'm fine, really, Draco, maybe I'll just go upstairs and skip class to lay down," Pansy suggested.
"Don't be silly." Draco said. "You're my pass out of class."
Of course, Draco was only using her to get out of class. He wasn't even a partial friend to her. Pansy rolled her eyes. "How kind of you."
"Anytime, Pansy."
