The Incident of Houses

Chapter 3: When she stole his heart.

The school days had been long and arduous, for during them Harry had been allowed a break from the chaos of the place he will call home for the next two months. Yes, it had already been a month since he had begun living with the three girls, who were as different as night and day. There was Pansy Parkinson, a sixth year Slytherian who enjoyed making fun of others and generally antagonizing people of all kinds. Next there was Cho Chang, a seventh year Ravenclaw who, despite the tragedies in her life, managed to conduct herself as a cream filled tart whenever she came near Harry. Lastly there was Samantha, an enigmatic fifth year Huffelpuff whose monstrous intelligence was dwarfed only by her supreme shyness. They all had a way of catching him with his pants down or parading around in their underwear, which brought Harry out of his reminisce and back to the current situation of unhexing himself from the ceiling. He had been forcefully attached to the ceiling when he had made the mistake of walking into the bath when all three girls had decided to take one together. Needless to say the spell was a very strong one and with out the free use of his arms there was no hope of him coming down any time soon. Or that was what he thought until the spell began to weaken. "Time-delay." Muttered Harry sardonically. Then the spell released it tiring grasp as Harry plummeted to the ground with a one-eighty face plant on to the hardwood floor below.

The next morning Harry awoke to the icy chill of a bucket of water poured from the mischievous hands of none other than Pansy Parkinson. Who, to Harry's complete surprise, was wearing a thin black summer dress with her long silky hair flowing behind her unkempt. Harry had been awe-struck and unable to move from the position he had been under her. He was suddenly jolted back to reality when her face shifted to a lightly mischievous smile "Stop staring at my panties and get up. You don't want to spend all of your Saturday laying on the ground do you?" Harry sprung to his feet

"Where are Cho and Samantha?"

"At the clandestine house meetings. You know the secret meetings that the houses set up." She stated rather assuredly, But stopped short as she noticed Harry's wandering eyes.

"What's the occasion?" Harry indicated her sultry summer dress as it draped loosely from her athletic curves.

"It's Saturday, stupid. Can't a girl get out of those stuffy robes every once in a while?" She huffed "Listen, I don't want hang around those Slytherians today. How about we go for a walk in hogsmead?"

"A walk? What for?"

"Just shut up and come on!" Pansy hissed as she grabbed Harry's hand and tried to pull him toward the door. Harry slipped her grasp and stepped back from her.

"Jeez, at least let me get some proper clothes on first." He said indicating the pajamas he was still wearing.

"Oh right," she smiled uncomfortably as he trudged to the second floor and put on his favorite pair of clean jeans and zipperless hooded sweatshirt; they where both cleaned to dress standards and looked as if brand new. Harry was quite wary of going anywhere with Pansy alone; after all, the girl was two things: quick with her wand, and quick with her temper. These things made for a quite a formidable opponent.

"That slinky dress doesn't help my concentration either." Harry sighed and went back downstairs, but before he could reach the first floor and rejoin Pansy he heard riotous voices and decided to listen in. Pansy was standing in the midst of a small group of female Slytherian. All of them gathered around her like vultures stalking a wounded animal, yet Harry decided to wait and find out what was going on. The small conversation quickly escalated into full on shouting match, as Pansy begun to make threatening motions towards the girls Harry decided it was time to step in before the house was destroyed. However, before he got the chance he heard something that ignited his blood. "Listen, Bitches, What I do with Harry or any other house is none of your business!"

"Yeah right, mud-blood lover!" scoffed Millicent Bulstrode

"GET OUT!" yelled Pansy

"Who's going to make us?" Harry took this as his cue to make an appearance and he walked into the opening of the foyer. He noticed the heads of the Slytherian girls turn and soon Pansy's followed suit. Harry saw them visibly cringe under his presence as if Valdemort himself had just walked into the room.

"I believe that pansy asked you all to leave," He began in a calm voice "Please do so or you will receive a first hand account of what makes some of the curses near to unforgivable."

"You wouldn't…" questioned Blaise Zabini. Harry got straight into her face so that their noses nearly touched.

"Try me." He growled; the girls must have seen something in his eyes that scared them because they took the bluff seriously and backed down. They all exited the house with extreme haste and when Harry had lost sight of them, he shut the door. Harry, turned to Pansy begged the question "What was that all about?"

"It doesn't matter. Come on." Pansy responded with a swift snatching of his hand and nearly yanked his arm from its socket as he flew out of the door and was set down by the broom rack on the front porch. "Let's take the Firebolt!"

"I thought that you wanted to walk?"

"Firebolt, please." She asked in the singsong voice that women usually use when they want something, and like any well-trained male Harry shrugged his shoulders and capitulated to her demand. Harry picked up the handle and straddled his broom. Wasting no time, Pansy quickly jumped on behind him and latched onto his waist all the while burying her head into his shoulder and her breasts into his back. Harry did his best to ignore the soft masses that squeezed against his back and he kicked off of the ground.

Little did either of them know that the misty eyes of Hermione Granger where on them with a look of betrayal on them. Hermione would not let this stand for long; she did not know why her face had become red with at the sight. Wait, yes she did, all Slytherian girls where harlots, without an ounce of feminine respect for themselves. Hermione knew what Pansy was after and would be damned if she let her take it.

Harry and Pansy spent the entirety of the day walking amongst the stores and cafes of hogsmead. Pansy was seemingly having the time of her life, and showed it by getting uncomfortably close to Harry every time a group of girls from Hogwarts came anywhere near them. Pansy pretended not to notice that the very same group of Slytherian girls that had caused the scene had been following them since they arrived. Harry had grown tired of this charade and decided to call Pansy on the reason she wanted to be with him. So, rather forcefully, he pulled Pansy to the nearest restaurant, obtained seats at a near by and sat Pansy down. "Pansy what's going on with you and those girls?" He wondered bluntly

"Oh they're just trying to be bullies, you know how Slytherians are…"

"Tell me the truth, or I leave you here."

"No don't. Listen those girls are black mailing me."

"What? How?"

"Suffice it to say that they have something on me that I don't want in the open." Pansy's face turned a bright shade of crimson.

"What do they want you to do to keep it quiet?"

"…"

"What?"

"I'm suppose to get you drunk, so they can take pictures and sell them to Rita Skeeter."

"I need more bad press, like George Bush needs more money."

"Who?"

"Never mind, do you think that you can lure them to the shrieking shack in about half an hour?"

"How am I supposed to do that?"

"You act like you saw them when I go to the bathroom and tell them off for following you. Slip away and I'll prepare the shrieking shack."

"What do you have in mind?"

"Something that will please everyone but them."

Harry excused himself and went to the bathroom; Pansy played her part perfectly. Harry noticed just how good an actor she was as he transfigured a large hole into the wall and slipped out to prepare the shrieking shack.

Later, Pansy with the girls in tow approached the shrieking shack. Pansy had managed to lure them with ideas of kinks that Harry had revealed to her while in the throws of passion. Needless to say she had made up any such occurrence and kinks for her own benefit. She had no idea what was going to happen but could barely hold her excitement. After all, the boy had stood up to Valdemort on three previous occasions and survived; a few cackling teenage girls should be a walk in the park.

The girls huddled together as the ghastly, frigid wind whipped across the decayed wall as the rat eaten floor creaked as though dementors lumber these very halls. The icy chill of the floor seemed to freeze their very souls and Pansy was beginning to buy into the shrieking shack's appeal when a pair of gloved hands shot from the darkness and pulled her into it. She struggled with all her might, as the other girls didn't even notice her disappear. However, when she was pulled back she was met with the mischievous face of one Harry Potter. "Shhh, Wait a second then give the loudest most terrified scream you can muster." Pansy did as she was told and the resulting scream almost convinced Harry to flee in terror himself. Harry composed himself and snuck behind the frozen girls and muttered the word "invertious." With a flick of his wand the girls had been turned on their heads as their clothes erupted from their bodies in tiny splintered shavings. "What was that!?!" yelled Pansy

"I…I don't know, all I wanted to do was scare them not get an eye full." Harry stammered but gathered himself and walked out into the opening with camera as he began to snap wildly as the now exposed girls screamed, fruitlessly trying to cover themselves.

"Stupid, dirty-minded author." Cursed Pansy under her breath as she joined him. However, when she did reach him he stopped and handed the camera to her. With a stern look on his face he turned toward the floating girls.

"Now Pansy has something on you." He said as turned and pulled Pansy out of the Shrieking Shack in a dramatic exit.

"You're just going to leave them like that?" wondered Pansy

"Yeah, it'll give them some time to think about who not to mess with."

"You know, Slytherian could have used you."

With that they went back to the cottage while the girls landed on the ground of the shrieking shack with a loud thud. Pansy knew that through everything Harry had still managed to stay the fun loveing teenager he had always been. She did not care about who was in what house any more, just which house they were going to buy when she stole his heart.