Title:Day one, year six
(Third person omnicient)

"Pansy, lets go, wake up!" Pansy was jolted awake by Millicent Bulstrode.

"Leave me ALONE! I want to sleep!" Pansy muttered groggily, pulling the cord which drew the curtains to her four-poster, and rolled over. Millicent groaned in frustration.

"Fine! Be late for class, not my fault anymore," said Millicent's voice, and Pansy heard her stomp out of the dormitory. Pansy wanted to stay in bed, but knowing she never would be able to get back to sleep, she pulled herself into an upright position. She removed the covers and tried to draw the curtain back, but when she got up, she tripped and stumbled to the ground.

"Bloody hell," Pansy whined as she pulled herself to her feet. She grabbed her robes from her trunk and changed quickly, and brushed her hair. She grabbed her books and headed for the Slytherin common room.

As she made her way down the stairs, Pansy could hear jeers and cackles from the common room. When she entered, she saw a first year backed up against the wall, surrounded by Crabbe, Malfoy, and Goyle. The first year girl seemed to be close to tears.

"You won't get in MY way anymore, will you?" sneered Malfoy. The little girl nodded feverishly, a look of pure hatred in her eyes. "Good," he spat, and turned on one heel, slipping his wand back into his robes. Pansy was putting her books down on the common room table when he spotted her. "Ah, Parkinson." he drawled.

"Out of my way Malfoy, I'm having a really bad day." she stood up straight and flashed her eyes in his. Malfoy jeered.

"Already?! Why, that's a new record. Boys, note that Miss Parkinson hit her bad day streak at 7:30AM, and its just the first day."

"Malfoy, you may be my friend, but I WILL hex you if you don't move," a look of daring flooded over her face. Then she gave a sly grin, and he stepped to the side, so that she could join Millicent and another group of chatting girls on the other side of the room. Malfoy watched her walk across the room, then noticed that her schoolbooks and a few rolls of parchment were still on the table. He couldn't resist. He opened the front cover of one of Pansy's books, and saw sketches of blood drops and people, eyes, tears, and daggers, all surrounding a large drawing of a serpent with Pansy's name on it. Malfoy was surprised to see that 4 of the bloody daggers had his name on it.

"What do you think you are doing, you prat," Malfoy jumped, slamming the book shut. He turned around to see Pansy standing behind him, hands on her hips and smiling evilly at him.

"I er, I wanted to see what edition of this you had, yeah that's it." Malfoy held up the book. 'he never has been good at excuses,' Pansy thought. She snatched her book out of Malfoy's hand. She could hear Millicent and the others snickering in the background. She turned around to rejoin them, this time taking her books and quills with her. Malfoy stormed off, defeated and aggravated.

"What did he say?" said Millicent quickly.

"Nothing, but he found my drawings, nosy git," said Pansy, a confident air to her voice.

"Perfect!" squealed Millicent. "Do you think he fell for it?"

"Dunno," said Pansy. "We should find out in Potions. If he liked the pictures, he will bring them up."

"I am proud of you," said Millicent, patting Pansy's shoulder and looking regal. "You have learned well from me, and transformed these past few years before my eyes. You used to be way too soft." Pansy flinched and her grip tightened on the piece of parchment in her hand. It was old and torn, but it held a memory that only she could know about. The day she had met Draco Malfoy. She did like to remember that day, looking back on that diary entry and smiling at the memory, however, she had changed since then. She was still friends with Malfoy, but had grown harder over the years. She had not only become more determined, but also malicious and manipulative, willing to hurt anyone to achieve her ends. All thanks to her best friend and mentor, Millicent Bulstrode. Now her plan had to work, she wouldn't accept life any other way. Pansy smiled as the Slytherins filed out of the common room and into the hallway, making their way to the great hall. She was going to get what she wanted in the end.