Author's Note: PP/DM shipper. Climax of the dark war. Please note that some
of the character names that I mention (i.e. Price Bletchley) are copyright
to TerenceHiggs who has given me permission to use such names. Read and
Review! This is my first fic, try not to be too hard on me ;-)
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~ I only do what I want and say what I want to say. I only hear and taste and breathe and see exactly what I want.
I am Pansy Parkinson.
And I am your worst nightmare. ~
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Pansy Parkinson walked slowly along the empty corridor, a soft candlelit glow dancing across her rosy cheeks. It was half past ten and her prefect duties were nearly up. She didn't enjoy this responsibility half as much as she had in her fifth year when she had first been given the title. Perhaps it was the utter disgust of having Hermione Granger as head girl. As if Pansy were going to report to a filthy mudblood like her. She did, however, enjoy handing out the occasional detention to a pompous Gryffindor or idle Hufflepuff. Oh, Gryffindors were always targets. Pansy could not see how anyone would actually celebrate being placed in the same house as Harry Potter. Her stomach churned at the idea. Anyone who thought in such a manner surely deserved to be punished. Many Hufflepuffs also worshipped Potter, but at least they weren't in his house. Usually Pansy just gave them detentions because they were stupid and slow, and didn't walk fast enough for her liking. Pansy also detested Ravenclaw, mostly for the fact that they were simply not Slytherin. She did, however, find the idea that Ravenclaw thought they were smarter than Slytherin to be of great annoyance, and therefore, usually gave the Ravenclaws detentions when she saw them loitering, usually with a book, in the great hall.
It was, of course, against no rule to study in the Great Hall. Pansy thought, in fact, the professors would be even happier to see more students study, but she continued to hand out the detentions, figuring she'd do so until an ickle Professor upbraided her for her unfair punishments. She yawned as she rounded the corner towards the Slytherin common room.
"Well if it isn't the brill Pansy Parkinson, coming back from a round of prefect duties. Hand out any good detentions?" "Good night Draco my dear," she said, rolling her eyes and stepping into the common room. A rush of green and silver met her gaze. "Parkinson, wait just a second." She stopped, folded her arms, and waited. "So what about the thing I asked you about earlier?" Pansy finally turned around to face her boyfriend, the tall, handsome Draco Malfoy, seventh year Slytherin and fellow prefect.
"What?" she asked, narrowing her eyes in puzzlement. Draco clutched his chest as though he had just been stabbed in the heart. "Don't tell me you've forgotten already?" Pansy threw up her arms in surrender. "I give up," she said. Draco heaved a sigh. "The Yule Ball, Pans. We've gone every year since our fourth year. I figured just maybe you'd want to go with me this year." Pansy's eyes widened in recognition. "That's right!" she exclaimed. "I nearly forgot all about it." Draco eyed her suspiciously. "You always start planning for the Yule Ball practically months in advanced. what's going on?" Pansy shrugged. "Nothing, nothing at all. I'm older now Draco. Maybe in my seventh year I just don't get excited that fast about some things. Besides, planning months in advanced seems quite unreasonable, doesn't it?" He put his arm around her. "Doesn't matter to me," he said.
"Well I'm going to bed," said Pansy with a yawn. "So early?" Draco asked, looking at his watch. "It's almost eleven. We have classes tomorrow." Draco shrugged. "Good night Draco," she said, and she slowly walked up the stairs to her dorm, careful to be quiet, as some of the other girls were already asleep. She slowly slipped into her nightgown and slid under the covers of her bed. She had only had her eyes closed for a few seconds when a strange feeling came over her, as if she was being watched. She heard a thump behind her. She froze. Who was wandering around at this hour? She quickly turned around as someone wrapped their hand around her mouth to stifle her surprised shriek.
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~ I only do what I want and say what I want to say. I only hear and taste and breathe and see exactly what I want.
I am Pansy Parkinson.
And I am your worst nightmare. ~
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Pansy Parkinson walked slowly along the empty corridor, a soft candlelit glow dancing across her rosy cheeks. It was half past ten and her prefect duties were nearly up. She didn't enjoy this responsibility half as much as she had in her fifth year when she had first been given the title. Perhaps it was the utter disgust of having Hermione Granger as head girl. As if Pansy were going to report to a filthy mudblood like her. She did, however, enjoy handing out the occasional detention to a pompous Gryffindor or idle Hufflepuff. Oh, Gryffindors were always targets. Pansy could not see how anyone would actually celebrate being placed in the same house as Harry Potter. Her stomach churned at the idea. Anyone who thought in such a manner surely deserved to be punished. Many Hufflepuffs also worshipped Potter, but at least they weren't in his house. Usually Pansy just gave them detentions because they were stupid and slow, and didn't walk fast enough for her liking. Pansy also detested Ravenclaw, mostly for the fact that they were simply not Slytherin. She did, however, find the idea that Ravenclaw thought they were smarter than Slytherin to be of great annoyance, and therefore, usually gave the Ravenclaws detentions when she saw them loitering, usually with a book, in the great hall.
It was, of course, against no rule to study in the Great Hall. Pansy thought, in fact, the professors would be even happier to see more students study, but she continued to hand out the detentions, figuring she'd do so until an ickle Professor upbraided her for her unfair punishments. She yawned as she rounded the corner towards the Slytherin common room.
"Well if it isn't the brill Pansy Parkinson, coming back from a round of prefect duties. Hand out any good detentions?" "Good night Draco my dear," she said, rolling her eyes and stepping into the common room. A rush of green and silver met her gaze. "Parkinson, wait just a second." She stopped, folded her arms, and waited. "So what about the thing I asked you about earlier?" Pansy finally turned around to face her boyfriend, the tall, handsome Draco Malfoy, seventh year Slytherin and fellow prefect.
"What?" she asked, narrowing her eyes in puzzlement. Draco clutched his chest as though he had just been stabbed in the heart. "Don't tell me you've forgotten already?" Pansy threw up her arms in surrender. "I give up," she said. Draco heaved a sigh. "The Yule Ball, Pans. We've gone every year since our fourth year. I figured just maybe you'd want to go with me this year." Pansy's eyes widened in recognition. "That's right!" she exclaimed. "I nearly forgot all about it." Draco eyed her suspiciously. "You always start planning for the Yule Ball practically months in advanced. what's going on?" Pansy shrugged. "Nothing, nothing at all. I'm older now Draco. Maybe in my seventh year I just don't get excited that fast about some things. Besides, planning months in advanced seems quite unreasonable, doesn't it?" He put his arm around her. "Doesn't matter to me," he said.
"Well I'm going to bed," said Pansy with a yawn. "So early?" Draco asked, looking at his watch. "It's almost eleven. We have classes tomorrow." Draco shrugged. "Good night Draco," she said, and she slowly walked up the stairs to her dorm, careful to be quiet, as some of the other girls were already asleep. She slowly slipped into her nightgown and slid under the covers of her bed. She had only had her eyes closed for a few seconds when a strange feeling came over her, as if she was being watched. She heard a thump behind her. She froze. Who was wandering around at this hour? She quickly turned around as someone wrapped their hand around her mouth to stifle her surprised shriek.