Blaise Zabini stared at her in disbelief at dinner that night. "You're
kidding. right? He just. left you?" Pansy nodded grimly. "Right over to
Padma. I hate to say this, but maybe I was wrong."
Blaise nodded sympathetically. "This is bad. How dare he treat you like this?" Pansy shrugged. "It doesn't mean he's cheating on me though," she said. "They could just be friends." Blaise furrowed her brow. "Well first of all, I can't understand why he'd even want to be seen with a Ravenclaw, let alone be friends with one."
Pansy twirled a strand of hair around her finger. "Well that's even more of a reason for me to think he's not going behind my back," said Pansy triumphantly. "But he's definitely spending time with her," said Blaise. "But she's not even pretty. Maybe she's helping him with homework or something." Pansy shook her head. "He doesn't need homework help." She thought for a second. "I agree, she's not pretty at all." Blaise nodded. "She's downright ugly!"
Pansy let out a small laugh. "And that voice, ugh, she sounds like a man!" By now, both girls were laughing, and Millicent was tapping them on the shoulder, asking them what was so funny.
"Millicent." Pansy began. "Yep?" asked Millicent. "Draco hasn't been acting.. Odd recently, has he?" Millicent grinned. "You mean more so then usual?" Pansy laughed and tilted her head to the side. "Yes, more odd then usual." Millicent moved her fork from finger to finger. "I can't say so." she said. "Why?" Blaise butted in. "He's cheating on her."
"WHAT?!" Millicent gasped. "Is not!!" Pansy cried at the same time. "I'm only saying it's not looking good in the loyalty department right now," said Blaise. Pansy layed her head down on the table, nearly getting creamed corn in her hair. Millicent patted her back sympathetically. "I'm sure nothing's going on," she said. "Nothing at all. Besides, he's mad about you!" she reasoned.
Millicent's reassurance made her feel better, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw Millicent mouth 'with who?' to Blaise. She groaned and stood up from the table. "I'll be around. Don't come find me." Blaise raised an eyebrow. "You won't be off committing suicide, will you?" Adrian Pucey overheard. "Right, cause if you are I want your snake!"
Pansy rolled her eyes and with a small wave and a "thanks for your support guys," she left the Great Hall and made her way towards the prefect's bath. She stopped at the entrance and whispered, "Pegasiosus." The door opened silently, and Pansy quietly stepped into he huge marble room.
Pansy's plan had been to lounge in a bath and think about all that had happened in the past few days. However, take a bath she did not. Instead she ran out of the prefect's bath, her mouth open in shock. She ran back up to the Slytherin girl's common room and collapsed in a heap on her bed. Any doubts of Blaise's story were now gone from her mind. Draco had been crouched in a corner of the bathroom, silently whispering to none other then Padma Patil.
She had fled before either of them had seen her. She couldn't believe this. He was two timing her?! No one had ever treated her in such a manner in her life and she wasn't going to start letting them now.
Millicent and Blaise walked in soon after. "They had lemon meringue, your favorite, so we brought you a piece," said Millicent, carefully balancing a plate as she laid it on Pansy's bedside table. "Thanks," said Pansy meekly. "What's the matter now?" asked Blaise, eyeing her. "Well I found Draco," she replied. Both girls looked at her anxiously. "And?"
"He was in the prefect's bath."
"So?"
". With Padma."
Millicent stood up so quickly she almost knocked over the plate of lemon meringue. "That child really, truly disgusts me!!! I can't believe this! A Ravenclaw?!"
Pansy nodded slowly. "I should confront him," she said. "Good idea," replied Millicent.
"No." said Blaise.
"Why?!" Pansy asked, confused.
"We need more proof. If you confront him and you're wrong, things could get nasty." Blaise reasoned.
Millicent let out an exasperated sigh. "He was in the WC with her, wasn't he?!"
"That's true," replied Blaise. "But. what were they doing?"
"Talking," said Pansy. "But I don't see."
"Talking!" said Blaise. "You talk to people all the time Pans. If you want to nail this boy you've got to have some hard-hitting evidence. Otherwise, he'll just deny it."
Pansy groaned and lay back on her bed. "Well what do you propose that I do?"
"Whatever it is," began Millicent. "I'm staying out of it."
"Fine," said Blaise, and then she turned to Pansy. "We're going to need some help then. someone to keep watch perhaps, or just to keep look. Someone in the dorm. Maybe Warrington?"
Pansy nodded. "Yeah. Warrington would be-Wait. for what?!"
Blaise grinned. "I'm thinking we might go on a tiny scavenger hunt in the boy's dorm."
"Woahh, wait a minute," Millicent interrupted. "You're going to go in there and rummage through his stuff? Bad idea." Blaise crossed her arms and stared at her pointedly. "I don't see you coming up with any better ideas. And besides, it's fine! We'll do it Wednesday; he has quidditch practice all afternoon. It's perfect!"
"I don't know." Pansy began.
"What have you got to lose?" asked Blaise.
Pansy thought for a moment, and then broke out in a wide smile.
"Let's do it."
Blaise nodded sympathetically. "This is bad. How dare he treat you like this?" Pansy shrugged. "It doesn't mean he's cheating on me though," she said. "They could just be friends." Blaise furrowed her brow. "Well first of all, I can't understand why he'd even want to be seen with a Ravenclaw, let alone be friends with one."
Pansy twirled a strand of hair around her finger. "Well that's even more of a reason for me to think he's not going behind my back," said Pansy triumphantly. "But he's definitely spending time with her," said Blaise. "But she's not even pretty. Maybe she's helping him with homework or something." Pansy shook her head. "He doesn't need homework help." She thought for a second. "I agree, she's not pretty at all." Blaise nodded. "She's downright ugly!"
Pansy let out a small laugh. "And that voice, ugh, she sounds like a man!" By now, both girls were laughing, and Millicent was tapping them on the shoulder, asking them what was so funny.
"Millicent." Pansy began. "Yep?" asked Millicent. "Draco hasn't been acting.. Odd recently, has he?" Millicent grinned. "You mean more so then usual?" Pansy laughed and tilted her head to the side. "Yes, more odd then usual." Millicent moved her fork from finger to finger. "I can't say so." she said. "Why?" Blaise butted in. "He's cheating on her."
"WHAT?!" Millicent gasped. "Is not!!" Pansy cried at the same time. "I'm only saying it's not looking good in the loyalty department right now," said Blaise. Pansy layed her head down on the table, nearly getting creamed corn in her hair. Millicent patted her back sympathetically. "I'm sure nothing's going on," she said. "Nothing at all. Besides, he's mad about you!" she reasoned.
Millicent's reassurance made her feel better, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw Millicent mouth 'with who?' to Blaise. She groaned and stood up from the table. "I'll be around. Don't come find me." Blaise raised an eyebrow. "You won't be off committing suicide, will you?" Adrian Pucey overheard. "Right, cause if you are I want your snake!"
Pansy rolled her eyes and with a small wave and a "thanks for your support guys," she left the Great Hall and made her way towards the prefect's bath. She stopped at the entrance and whispered, "Pegasiosus." The door opened silently, and Pansy quietly stepped into he huge marble room.
Pansy's plan had been to lounge in a bath and think about all that had happened in the past few days. However, take a bath she did not. Instead she ran out of the prefect's bath, her mouth open in shock. She ran back up to the Slytherin girl's common room and collapsed in a heap on her bed. Any doubts of Blaise's story were now gone from her mind. Draco had been crouched in a corner of the bathroom, silently whispering to none other then Padma Patil.
She had fled before either of them had seen her. She couldn't believe this. He was two timing her?! No one had ever treated her in such a manner in her life and she wasn't going to start letting them now.
Millicent and Blaise walked in soon after. "They had lemon meringue, your favorite, so we brought you a piece," said Millicent, carefully balancing a plate as she laid it on Pansy's bedside table. "Thanks," said Pansy meekly. "What's the matter now?" asked Blaise, eyeing her. "Well I found Draco," she replied. Both girls looked at her anxiously. "And?"
"He was in the prefect's bath."
"So?"
". With Padma."
Millicent stood up so quickly she almost knocked over the plate of lemon meringue. "That child really, truly disgusts me!!! I can't believe this! A Ravenclaw?!"
Pansy nodded slowly. "I should confront him," she said. "Good idea," replied Millicent.
"No." said Blaise.
"Why?!" Pansy asked, confused.
"We need more proof. If you confront him and you're wrong, things could get nasty." Blaise reasoned.
Millicent let out an exasperated sigh. "He was in the WC with her, wasn't he?!"
"That's true," replied Blaise. "But. what were they doing?"
"Talking," said Pansy. "But I don't see."
"Talking!" said Blaise. "You talk to people all the time Pans. If you want to nail this boy you've got to have some hard-hitting evidence. Otherwise, he'll just deny it."
Pansy groaned and lay back on her bed. "Well what do you propose that I do?"
"Whatever it is," began Millicent. "I'm staying out of it."
"Fine," said Blaise, and then she turned to Pansy. "We're going to need some help then. someone to keep watch perhaps, or just to keep look. Someone in the dorm. Maybe Warrington?"
Pansy nodded. "Yeah. Warrington would be-Wait. for what?!"
Blaise grinned. "I'm thinking we might go on a tiny scavenger hunt in the boy's dorm."
"Woahh, wait a minute," Millicent interrupted. "You're going to go in there and rummage through his stuff? Bad idea." Blaise crossed her arms and stared at her pointedly. "I don't see you coming up with any better ideas. And besides, it's fine! We'll do it Wednesday; he has quidditch practice all afternoon. It's perfect!"
"I don't know." Pansy began.
"What have you got to lose?" asked Blaise.
Pansy thought for a moment, and then broke out in a wide smile.
"Let's do it."