An: -hides- I know, I know, it's been awhile and I do apologize deeply. I had finished my exams and all but then because I've been off Misfit for so long that I found myself totally out of writing. I was running low on the creative department too and I had lost my story plan I originally wrote for this fic. So buggary to that.

But above all, this is my attempt because previously I had received a review (thanks for all the reviews by the way), asking if I was going to continue this. And the answer is yes…even with much struggling.

I've also started a new fic…well planned it at least. Hopefully that would be out soon. It's called 'Perfectly Flawed', its Draco/Hermione.

Right, without much further ado, here is chapter eight.

Misfit – 08 – Under this skin

Pansy got up abruptly –forcing her to break out of her daydream- as the sounds of someone drew closer to her ears. Rubbing her forehead slightly to clear her mind, before Pansy got a better look at the approaching person.

It was Hermione.

Pansy watched Hermione walking in an alarming rate towards her. She turned her head slightly to see if there was anyone around. 'Nope,' Pansy thought.

Hermione didn't seem to realize Pansy's presence…or at least Pansy thought so. Hermione's head was down and her hands lingered near her face, as if to cover it. Though Pansy did not have the best eyesight, she was beginning to see more clearly as Hermione was approach that Granger was in some sort of despair. 'Crying could she be?' Pansy asked herself.

Pansy kept her eyes on Hermione as she continued to approach her. When she was near enough, Pansy made her announcement.

"Hey," Pansy started, eyeing on the girl.

Hermione looked almost frightened at the sound of Pansy's voice. Her head jolted upwards at once to see the identity of her greeter. From that, Pansy could tell instantly that she had indeed been crying.

"You…okay?" Pansy asked, straightening herself up from the grass.

Silence.

"Uh…yeah, I'm fine." Hermione managed though her face betrayed her. She lifted up her hands to wipe a few semi-dried tears.

"Do…" Pansy paused and looked at Hermione, she was obviously upset. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Hermione looked at her and from what Pansy could tell, she was ready to decline and almost declare Pansy insane.

"Look-" Pansy objected, "I know we're not exactly the best of friends…or friends rather. But I just want you to know that…people do change. I mean, I know I haven't exactly been the nicest person to you and probably everyone else but I want you to know that I'm not proud of what I've done."

Trying her hardest to hide a hurt expression, Pansy was ready to get herself up from the grass when Hermione, much to Pansy's surprise sat herself down.

Pansy surveyed Hermione. Her brown hair was down, almost covering her face. But Pansy could tell that she was avoiding Pansy's gaze, directing her focus onto the green grass. Pansy too, directed her focus onto the distant stand. Once again, awkward silence filled the air.

"I hate it, you know?" Hermione began, still avoiding Pansy's eye. "Waking up everyday knowing you have to be perfect because you're Hermione Granger, the smartest and most idolized girl. Of course, I was naïve, at first, I didn't mind it but…"

She paused again and this time she looked up and her gaze finally met Pansy's. Pansy just stared back; she didn't feel the need to reassure her offer of trust to Hermione once again.

"When…when my parents died, I began to realize that this whole faking business wasn't going to work for me. You know, when I had entered the war, I joined to fight for Harry, my friends, my parents and the rest of the world. But after my parents had died, it just seems…I mean I just seemed empty. I know I had Harry, I had Ron but I needed my parents there for me. They were the main reason why I entered the war in the first place and…it pains just to realize the fact that all this time I was enjoying the idolizing, I was putting their lives in danger…and not saving them."

Pansy watched as she broke down, her sobs slipped through her delicate hand that covered her face. It was the first time she had seen her like this. Pansy swallowed a gloat of guilt. She too had to admit, she had once envied and almost loathed Hermione for her status. To Pansy, Hermione seemed perfect. It was her turn to speak.

"Hey, I must admit, I was one of them…" she began, catching Hermione's interest. "One of those who were deceived by your cover. You know…I've been told countless times that no one is perfect but you seemed to be. And I know," she breathed, she was about to let out her biggest secret to someone who's barely built their trust just few seconds ago. "I know, just how hard it is to be some stereotypical character than everyone expects you to be."

This caught the once sobbing Hermione's attention. Their eyes met and shared a brief moment of silent understanding before Pansy continued.

"The Parkinsons' are one of the purest bloodlines to be found in all of the Wizarding world. Our blood goes back ancient times, probably way before this place was built," she smiled a bit, pausing and shifting her focus to Hermione once again, who was locked into Pansy's story.

"Being a Parkinson meant nothing but rules. My ancestors devised this entire book of 'up keeping' the Parkinson name. You can ask Draco, the Malfoys have one too. Honestly, I'm sure if you actually read the contents of those books, it would disgust you. It disgusts me too…but of course, when I was young, I knew nothing of it," Pansy paused again, and watched as Hermione nodded for encouragement.

"After first year, during the summer holidays, I had gone to my Aunt's place over in Madrid. There in Madrid was a summer art program. Now my aunt knew how much I loved art and even though it was a muggle program, she had let me secretly attend. It was the best time of my life," Pansy said, dreamy in her looks before continuing. "There was a boy there who sat next to me the whole time, eventually we became the best of friends just over the weeks time. He showed me how to etch and print while I taught him how to paint. Well…eventually, the summer grew and one day, I had a surprise visit from my parents. They had just returned from a trip in Bosnia. They had found out I was in this muggle art class. Of course, I was pulled out immediately, they were furious about my voluntary involvement to with anything of muggle sort," Pansy said.

Hermione was surprised. This wasn't the Pansy she thought she knew at all. "Did you ever…" Hermione started.

"See the boy? Yes. For a while though," Pansy answered, in which Hermione nodded.

Hermione noticed Pansy's hesitance about something at the mention of the boy. But any further thoughts were interrupted by the voice of Harry down the entrance of the field. Both had totally forgotten that dinner was almost served for they had indeed spent many hours down the pitch.

Hermione nodded to Harry, then turned to Pansy. "Well I gotta run…" Hermione started.

Pansy just nodded, and then Hermione slowly began to get up from the grass. As she was taking her steps towards the Harry, Hermione turned around.

"For the record, I can keep a secret," Hermione said to Pansy who looked up and nodded.

But as Hermione was about to leave again, she turned back to Pansy.

"Pansy?"

The young girl looked up once again.

"Hogsmeade is next weekend. If we uh…ever run into each other, let go have a butterbeer or something," Hermione offered.

Pansy smiled in acceptance, Hermione too returned that very smile before walking off towards a very curious Harry.

An: Ok I thought I should stop here and try to figure out what to write next. Once again, please tell me ways of improvement via reviews. Till next time!