I'll Never Tell…
WARNING: Rated R for violence, sexual content, swearing and overall
darkness. Don't like, don't read. Flames only keep me warm in winter.
NB: A dark Draco/Pansy shipping set in the sixth Hogwarts year. I own nothing. And the Mental Illness info was found all over the net.
Chapter Three: I know
PANSY POV:
Damn! Damn! Damn! I've slept again and I'm running late for my first class this morning.
I'm bolting down the stairs, trying to brush my wavy hair (no time to straighten it like I usually do), do up my tie and try not to drop my backpack all at once. Thank Gods my first class this morning is Potions! Professor Snape never kicks up a fuss if a Slytherin is late…
…I rush through the door just as Professor Snape calls out my name from the role.
"Here." I call in-between my panting. I hear a few sniggers from some of the other students and scowl at them. The room lapses back into silence as Snape continues down the role. I scan the room, looking for a seat. Draco and Blaise have taken up a desk, so that's out. Goyle and Mili are sitting together too. I don't want to sit alone…Aah...Wait a second!
There's a spare seat at the back of the room. I haven't seen the girl sitting at it before though. She must be a Ravenclaw because Slytherins have never had classes with Ravenclaws as long as I've been at Hogwarts.
"This seat taken?" I ask, plopping my backpack down onto the spare seat. She shrugs without looking up. Her hair is long and jet-black.
"It's a free country." Her voice is soft, but not shy. It sounds more like she doesn't use it much. I sit down and take out my Potions folder.
"I'm Pansy." I say.
"I know." She answers matter-of-factly, still not looking up. I frown in irritation.
"Aren't you going to tell me your name?" It's a rhetorical question of course. Finally, she looks up at me and I can see her face. She's pretty, very exotic. Dark features. Large chocolate-brown eyes, flawless dark olive skin and full, pouty lips like that Muggle actress that Mili likes…what's her name? Oh yeah! Angelina Jolie!
"I'm Adrienne. Adrienne Anubis." She must notice the weird look on my face because she smiles at me. "It's Egyptian. I'm half Egyptian. And I'm sorry for seeming rude, but I'm trying to get some work done that I didn't do last night. I can't risk losing points for my house."
"That's funny…I've never noticed you in this classroom and we've already had five classes…what house are you in anyway?" I ask carefully. She shrugs and smiles again.
"I've missed the first three classes because I had the flu, and I usually prefer to sit at the back because I like to blend in. Also, I'm in Ravenclaw."
"Oh." We speak in hushed voices, while also taking down notes as Professor Snape lectures our small class (We only have 18 people!) on the ingredients required for making a Dreamless Sleep Draught. All in all, it's not a bad class.
The classes come and go, and I don't see Adrienne again until lunchtime. Her electives are different to mine; so the only class we have together is potions. I catch a glimpse of her sitting at the far end of the Ravenclaw table. She gives me a smile and a wave.
"Who're you waving to, Pans?" Blaise asks, sliding an arm around my waist.
"No-one you know, sweetie." I answer, reaching for a glass of orange juice. "And I thought I told you yesterday not to call me Pans." Blaise smirks, flipping his dark hair out of his eyes.
"And if I don't?" He's obviously challenging me. I smirk back.
"Then you shall have to endure a month of…abstinence!" I say in a mock-threatening tone. His hands go up to his face in mock-horror, then he smirks and leans into me for a kiss, which I happily give to him.
"Get a room you two!" A scornful voice interrupts our lunchtime kiss. It's Draco, of course. Who else would enjoy using that saying so much?
"You're just jealous that I nabbed her first, Malfoy!" Blaise grins like a Cheshire cat, his dark hair falling into his eyes once more. Draco rolls his eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, Zabini! I'm reeeeaaaaaalllllllyyy jealous that you nabbed the girl your parents arranged for you to marry when you were still in nappies!"
Yes, that's right. Blaise and I have were betrothed to each other by our parents when we just a few hours old. It's one of those things that occur in pureblood families, especially in upper class ones. I'm betrothed to Blaise, but it's lucky that we do genuinely like each other. Draco is betrothed to Jacinta Dorians, a Slytherin girl he barely knows. Millicent is engaged to Crabbe, but everyone in Slytherin knows that she and Goyle have been together since the middle of the fourth year.
Draco and Blaise are still arguing, so I sigh and get up from the table. They really need to grow up, those two! I'm just leaving the Great Hall when I feel a tap on my shoulder. It's Adrienne.
"Hi, Pansy…Um…I was wondering if you wanted to go for a walk or something until we have to go back to lessons?" I check my watch. We still have more than half an hour.
"Sure." I answer, giving her a small smile as we walk out together. If Draco and Blaise have noticed me leaving, they're obviously not very interested.
DRACO POV:
Stirring up Blaise has always been fun…and easy. I continue to argue with him and Pansy gets up from the table. Out of the corner of my eye, I see her conversing with a tall, dark girl I don't recall ever seeing before. Just before they leave the room, the girl swivels her head, and stares directly at me. She winks, and in that instant, I know. They leave the room and I continue on with my argument.
