Chapter 3:
Pansy had stayed up most of the night lying awake in bed. By seven a.m however, she became restless and got up early to get dressed. Celeste was still sleeping soundly so Pansy decided to go down to breakfast a little early. Down in the common room, however, Draco was waiting. His eyes immediately locked onto hers as she ascended the staircase. A smirk curled venomously over his perfect lips. It was all Pansy could do to keep herself from ringing his neck right there. But she didn't. Instead, she turned her gaze away from him and continued her walk towards the portrait hole.
"Parkinson." His voice was demanding but in a nonchalant way. Pansy groaned inwardly before turning to face the boy she had, had to cling onto for so many years.
"What is it Malfoy?" it was the first time she had said anything but 'Dracee" in a while and a rush of relief spread through her as she said it. Draco eyed her warily. He stood up, taking his time in walking to her. Soon he was not more than a foot away and Pansy could smell his cologne. She felt like she was going to puke.
"Can I help you with something?" she asked innocently, a gleam in her eye. Draco kept quiet, the only response he gave was leaning down and kissing her on the lips. It was a different kiss than he had ever given her, one that started light, but got a bit harder. It was, she mournfully had to admit, an amazing kiss. But at the same time it sickened her all the more that he thought he could still have her. She pulled away, licking her lips and then with one swift movement, turned on her heels, waving her hand dismissively and calling back "I've had better", leaving Draco standing there, eyes narrowed, but with a hint of amusement in them.
Pansy continued to the Great Hall, unabashed by what had just occurred. Her mind was elsewhere, though she did have to give herself a pat on the back. She walked down a corridor filled with windows pouring in with sunlight. It was unusual, seeing as how she spent most of her time either in the library or the dungeons, but beautiful all the same. Her eyes traveled to quidditch pitch. It wouldn't hurt to go and relax there for a while. Switching her sack to the other shoulder for more comfort, Pansy trailed down the steps and across to the pitch. Maybe she could even watch some of the other teams practicing. It was worth a shot.
As she entered, she stopped momentarily as she saw who was walking onto the field. Gryffindor, led by none other than Harry Potter, was walking onto the field wearing their new uniforms Dumbledore had bought for all the teams. She walked up the stairs and took a seat in the bleachers, somewhat high up so that she could get a good view of the whole stadium but not be to high up as for it to be to cold. The mudblood had situated herself right on the edge of the field. Pansy clenched her fists tightly, just wanting to pull out that.thing's hair.
No one seemed to notice her, save Harry of course. He looked over at her, giving a sort of half smile before turning back to his teammates. She was frozen for a moment before scolding herself and taking out a few books, relaxing and starting early on some of her homework.
The time seemed to fly by and before she knew it, the team was landing down on the ground. Pansy hadn't realized it, but she had been staring as Harry soared around, catching the snitch. She had to restrain herself from cheering when he caught it. No, this wasn't right. She shouldn't have anything to do with him. Then again.NO! She gathered up her things quickly. It was obviously a bad idea to have stayed here. The lack of food lately must have been getting to her. As she stood up and turned to leave there was a soft voice from behind her.
"You're here a bit early." Harry said, leaning against the railing, broom in one hand. She could have kissed him right there, but thought better of it and simply shrugged.
"Just wanted to see what we were up against." Was her dim reply. She knew it was a horrible excuse.
"And.?"
She looked at him curiously, one eyebrow raised. "You want my opinion? There's a first."
"Didn't stop you yesterday." His voice had gone cold, making a chill run down Pansy's spine. What is wrong with you? You are a Slytherin, let him know it.
"You're right. And from what I can tell we are going to have no trouble kicking your ass. So if you don't mind Lord Potter, I'll be going."
Harry stood stalk still, his eyes burning into hers. Neither moved for some time, that is, until Weasley ran up.
"Harry is she giving you trouble?" he asked hotly, eyeing Pansy warily.
"She's-"
"It's none of your business Weasley, so stay out of it. See ya Lord Potter." Pansy turned, sliging her bag over one shoulder and heading out of the Pitch without a backward glance. Behind her, she could hear Weasley muttering something like "She's insane that one. Wonder why she isn't parading around Draco."
This made her stop and turn around, marching back to Weasley furiously. She stood right in his face "I hate Draco with everything I have. You have no idea, so stay out of it little Gryffindor. I would rather be with Lord Potter over here than Malfoy. Got it? Good."
Weasley laughed. "You? Not like Draco!? There's a new one!" and started laughing. Pansy swung her hand with all her might, slapping Weasley as hard as she could across the face. He yowled in pain, clutching his cheek.
"Damn Git! You good for nothing Slytherin!" he started yelling curses at her, but before he could even scramble to get out his wand, hers was at his throat. Harry had taken his out and was pointing it at Pansy, though he looked confused. She reluctantly put down her wand and turned once again, leaving the Pitch rapidly. Weasley was still murmuring curses as she left. It left a satisfied grin on her face.
Up in the Great Hall, Pansy was greeted by Celeste who immediately asked where she had been. Draco sat on next to Celeste, leaving an open space between them.
"Where did you go so early?" Celeste asked.
"The Pitch. I just couldn't sleep so I went out there a little early to get some sun." she lied. Draco snorted.
"No, you went out there because the Gryffindorks were practicing for today's match." He sneered. Pansy laughed.
"Yea, that's it Draco. Next thing you're gonna say is I have a thing for Potter or." she grimiced, "Weasley." Draco's mouth curved into a menacing smirk.
"If the situation arises. Though I don't know why you would choose that piece of crap over myself."
"I would choose anyone over you Draco. I've hated you since I met you."
Draco laughed. "That's not the way everyone has seen it. I don't think someone as stupid as yourself could pull that off. Besides, you know you can't resist me."
"Oh? Or maybe, now that I'm not your little tag along, you actually want me and you can't handle that I hate everything about you."
Draco stood up, looking down at her, hot breath on her face. She narrowed her eyes. "Go ahead. Try something." She sneered. She had barely noticed that the entire Slytherin table had gone silent as well as tuffs over other tables. However, she was not about to back down now. Draco stared at her a moment longer, face contorting between anger and frustration. Pansy simply smiled. "You know I would have to say, the Gryffindors are right about one thing. You wear way to much hair gel. I'm surprised your hair doesn't just snap off."
With that she grabbed a piece of toast, put it in her mouth, and trotted off to the library, thoroughly satisfied with herself. When she reached it, most of the place was deserted. She set her bag down on a table and then went wandering aimlessly. She stopped at an isle of books on transfiguration. At the top of one of the shelves was the book she was looking for. Unfortunately for her, she couldn't reach it, even standing on her toes as she was doing when someone asked "You need some help?"
She went back down on her heels and looks over to see Harry standing at the end of the isle. He seemed to be popping up everywhere lately.
"No, I can get it myself." She replied curtly. He chuckled.
"If you say so."
Pansy frowned, turning back to the shelf. A sigh of defeat escaped her lips. "Ok so maybe I can't."
Harry walked over to her and looked up. "Which one?"
"The dark brown one on the end."
He reached up and plucked the book down, taking a moment to read the cover then hesitantly handing the book to Pansy. "You're thinking of-"
"I'm not thinking of it I." she drifted off. "Well anyway thanks." She stepped to go around Harry but he moved in front of her. "Is there something you want?"
He tilted his head. "People don't just change like you did. What is it? An act?"
She chuckled. "I was, but not anymore. So if you don't mind" She moved once more but he blocked her again.
"And Draco?"
Pansy narrowed her eyes sharply. "And Hermione?" And shoved him to the side, stalking out of the isle. He followed her to the table.
"What about Hermione?" he asked, bewildered. She shrugged. "You two seemed pretty cozy the other night."
"That was you? I knew I heard someone. She was just, she needed some guidance."
"Look I don't care. The point is it's none of my business, just like whatever I feel towards Draco," she paused, suppressing a shudder, "is none of yours."
"What about my feelings for you?" this caught her off guard and she eyed him warily.
"I don't feel like fighting right now. So if that's what you're getting at- " she didn't not finish the sentence however, because Harry had stepped close to her, so close she could feel his shirt brushing against hers. She looked up to meet his gaze, at a loss for words. He leaned down and placed his lips gently on hers. Before she knew it, her eyes were closed and she was kissing back. When it hit what she was doing, she jerked away, scrambling to pick up her things and then dashing out of the library, leaving a breathless Harry behind.
Pansy had stayed up most of the night lying awake in bed. By seven a.m however, she became restless and got up early to get dressed. Celeste was still sleeping soundly so Pansy decided to go down to breakfast a little early. Down in the common room, however, Draco was waiting. His eyes immediately locked onto hers as she ascended the staircase. A smirk curled venomously over his perfect lips. It was all Pansy could do to keep herself from ringing his neck right there. But she didn't. Instead, she turned her gaze away from him and continued her walk towards the portrait hole.
"Parkinson." His voice was demanding but in a nonchalant way. Pansy groaned inwardly before turning to face the boy she had, had to cling onto for so many years.
"What is it Malfoy?" it was the first time she had said anything but 'Dracee" in a while and a rush of relief spread through her as she said it. Draco eyed her warily. He stood up, taking his time in walking to her. Soon he was not more than a foot away and Pansy could smell his cologne. She felt like she was going to puke.
"Can I help you with something?" she asked innocently, a gleam in her eye. Draco kept quiet, the only response he gave was leaning down and kissing her on the lips. It was a different kiss than he had ever given her, one that started light, but got a bit harder. It was, she mournfully had to admit, an amazing kiss. But at the same time it sickened her all the more that he thought he could still have her. She pulled away, licking her lips and then with one swift movement, turned on her heels, waving her hand dismissively and calling back "I've had better", leaving Draco standing there, eyes narrowed, but with a hint of amusement in them.
Pansy continued to the Great Hall, unabashed by what had just occurred. Her mind was elsewhere, though she did have to give herself a pat on the back. She walked down a corridor filled with windows pouring in with sunlight. It was unusual, seeing as how she spent most of her time either in the library or the dungeons, but beautiful all the same. Her eyes traveled to quidditch pitch. It wouldn't hurt to go and relax there for a while. Switching her sack to the other shoulder for more comfort, Pansy trailed down the steps and across to the pitch. Maybe she could even watch some of the other teams practicing. It was worth a shot.
As she entered, she stopped momentarily as she saw who was walking onto the field. Gryffindor, led by none other than Harry Potter, was walking onto the field wearing their new uniforms Dumbledore had bought for all the teams. She walked up the stairs and took a seat in the bleachers, somewhat high up so that she could get a good view of the whole stadium but not be to high up as for it to be to cold. The mudblood had situated herself right on the edge of the field. Pansy clenched her fists tightly, just wanting to pull out that.thing's hair.
No one seemed to notice her, save Harry of course. He looked over at her, giving a sort of half smile before turning back to his teammates. She was frozen for a moment before scolding herself and taking out a few books, relaxing and starting early on some of her homework.
The time seemed to fly by and before she knew it, the team was landing down on the ground. Pansy hadn't realized it, but she had been staring as Harry soared around, catching the snitch. She had to restrain herself from cheering when he caught it. No, this wasn't right. She shouldn't have anything to do with him. Then again.NO! She gathered up her things quickly. It was obviously a bad idea to have stayed here. The lack of food lately must have been getting to her. As she stood up and turned to leave there was a soft voice from behind her.
"You're here a bit early." Harry said, leaning against the railing, broom in one hand. She could have kissed him right there, but thought better of it and simply shrugged.
"Just wanted to see what we were up against." Was her dim reply. She knew it was a horrible excuse.
"And.?"
She looked at him curiously, one eyebrow raised. "You want my opinion? There's a first."
"Didn't stop you yesterday." His voice had gone cold, making a chill run down Pansy's spine. What is wrong with you? You are a Slytherin, let him know it.
"You're right. And from what I can tell we are going to have no trouble kicking your ass. So if you don't mind Lord Potter, I'll be going."
Harry stood stalk still, his eyes burning into hers. Neither moved for some time, that is, until Weasley ran up.
"Harry is she giving you trouble?" he asked hotly, eyeing Pansy warily.
"She's-"
"It's none of your business Weasley, so stay out of it. See ya Lord Potter." Pansy turned, sliging her bag over one shoulder and heading out of the Pitch without a backward glance. Behind her, she could hear Weasley muttering something like "She's insane that one. Wonder why she isn't parading around Draco."
This made her stop and turn around, marching back to Weasley furiously. She stood right in his face "I hate Draco with everything I have. You have no idea, so stay out of it little Gryffindor. I would rather be with Lord Potter over here than Malfoy. Got it? Good."
Weasley laughed. "You? Not like Draco!? There's a new one!" and started laughing. Pansy swung her hand with all her might, slapping Weasley as hard as she could across the face. He yowled in pain, clutching his cheek.
"Damn Git! You good for nothing Slytherin!" he started yelling curses at her, but before he could even scramble to get out his wand, hers was at his throat. Harry had taken his out and was pointing it at Pansy, though he looked confused. She reluctantly put down her wand and turned once again, leaving the Pitch rapidly. Weasley was still murmuring curses as she left. It left a satisfied grin on her face.
Up in the Great Hall, Pansy was greeted by Celeste who immediately asked where she had been. Draco sat on next to Celeste, leaving an open space between them.
"Where did you go so early?" Celeste asked.
"The Pitch. I just couldn't sleep so I went out there a little early to get some sun." she lied. Draco snorted.
"No, you went out there because the Gryffindorks were practicing for today's match." He sneered. Pansy laughed.
"Yea, that's it Draco. Next thing you're gonna say is I have a thing for Potter or." she grimiced, "Weasley." Draco's mouth curved into a menacing smirk.
"If the situation arises. Though I don't know why you would choose that piece of crap over myself."
"I would choose anyone over you Draco. I've hated you since I met you."
Draco laughed. "That's not the way everyone has seen it. I don't think someone as stupid as yourself could pull that off. Besides, you know you can't resist me."
"Oh? Or maybe, now that I'm not your little tag along, you actually want me and you can't handle that I hate everything about you."
Draco stood up, looking down at her, hot breath on her face. She narrowed her eyes. "Go ahead. Try something." She sneered. She had barely noticed that the entire Slytherin table had gone silent as well as tuffs over other tables. However, she was not about to back down now. Draco stared at her a moment longer, face contorting between anger and frustration. Pansy simply smiled. "You know I would have to say, the Gryffindors are right about one thing. You wear way to much hair gel. I'm surprised your hair doesn't just snap off."
With that she grabbed a piece of toast, put it in her mouth, and trotted off to the library, thoroughly satisfied with herself. When she reached it, most of the place was deserted. She set her bag down on a table and then went wandering aimlessly. She stopped at an isle of books on transfiguration. At the top of one of the shelves was the book she was looking for. Unfortunately for her, she couldn't reach it, even standing on her toes as she was doing when someone asked "You need some help?"
She went back down on her heels and looks over to see Harry standing at the end of the isle. He seemed to be popping up everywhere lately.
"No, I can get it myself." She replied curtly. He chuckled.
"If you say so."
Pansy frowned, turning back to the shelf. A sigh of defeat escaped her lips. "Ok so maybe I can't."
Harry walked over to her and looked up. "Which one?"
"The dark brown one on the end."
He reached up and plucked the book down, taking a moment to read the cover then hesitantly handing the book to Pansy. "You're thinking of-"
"I'm not thinking of it I." she drifted off. "Well anyway thanks." She stepped to go around Harry but he moved in front of her. "Is there something you want?"
He tilted his head. "People don't just change like you did. What is it? An act?"
She chuckled. "I was, but not anymore. So if you don't mind" She moved once more but he blocked her again.
"And Draco?"
Pansy narrowed her eyes sharply. "And Hermione?" And shoved him to the side, stalking out of the isle. He followed her to the table.
"What about Hermione?" he asked, bewildered. She shrugged. "You two seemed pretty cozy the other night."
"That was you? I knew I heard someone. She was just, she needed some guidance."
"Look I don't care. The point is it's none of my business, just like whatever I feel towards Draco," she paused, suppressing a shudder, "is none of yours."
"What about my feelings for you?" this caught her off guard and she eyed him warily.
"I don't feel like fighting right now. So if that's what you're getting at- " she didn't not finish the sentence however, because Harry had stepped close to her, so close she could feel his shirt brushing against hers. She looked up to meet his gaze, at a loss for words. He leaned down and placed his lips gently on hers. Before she knew it, her eyes were closed and she was kissing back. When it hit what she was doing, she jerked away, scrambling to pick up her things and then dashing out of the library, leaving a breathless Harry behind.