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Potions just finished. It was wonderfully interesting and oh-so predictable. With nothing else to do but a long essay on the uses of some potion ingredient that even Merlin couldn't pronounce to do I think I'll go through the lesson.
So anyway, I walk in and Draco saunters over to me. Arrogant pig-headed jerk he is he asks me to be his partner. Or rather he tells me we're going to be partners. I then pretend to be overjoyed. Smile sweetly. Sit down and do whatever he says. Draco actually sucks at potions. He does nothing except read the text to me. But I can't complain. Who in their right minds would complain to Draco Malfoy? My parents would have a field day with me.
Moving on, after putting the instructions on the board Professor Snape asks me to stay after class. Oh, that's surprising, yep, really surprising. Sigh. Then as I'm trying to concentrate on my work and do a two-person potion by myself the King of Annoyance begins to attempt to sweet talk me. "Wonderful job in Transfiguration, love," he says.
Mentally, 'Oh, why thank you so much. Go jump off some cliff now please.'
Then I say, "Thank you Draco. You're too kind."
"Ah, think nothing of it," he says. I glance over and he looks triumphant. What? Are you just shocked that with how big your head is you can keep yourself form falling over? Arse.
So, amazingly I finish the potion and it seems to have turned out properly. I bottle and label it and wait for class to finish. La, la, la, come on you stupid class finish! Hurry, he's preparing to talk again! "And that is all for today. Put your potions on my desk. I'll look at the pathetic results later. Class dismissed. Get out of my sight!" Professor Snape says and I sigh with relief. Thank Merlin!
I stay behind as everyone files out. "Ah, Miss Parkinson," Snape starts.
'What is with all these pure-blood fanatics and saying 'Ah? I mean every second sentence has some form of the expression in it! Just watch.' "Yes, Professor?" "I have heard of your little hmm, stunt, earlier today. I would appreciate it if you could refrain from those actions, as they are hard to clean up. Ah yes, and Professor Mcgonagall and the other teachers have not yet found the reverse spell. If you could enlighten us?" 'Wow, three times in five sentences. How do they do it?' "It'll wear out by 5 tonight, sir," I reply. He smirks, properly mind you, and nods. I take this as my sign to leave and do so.
Now I'm sitting in the ever so exciting History of Magic class, which I use for a type of study hall. I can't benefit from these classes so I mine as well get work done, or, avoid getting work done as I am doing today. And, in the time it took of me to retell my last lesson it is time for supper, a.k.a. the lesson is over.
I wonder if Mcgonagall will be there. I could use a laugh, for by now the curses will have worn off and she will be trying to glare at me. Fun, fun.
Pansy Parkinson walked out of History of Magic and straight down to the Great Hall. She sat down at Slytherin Table and glanced towards the Head Table. Sure enough Mcgonagall was attempting to glare. Pansy defiantly smiled sweetly and then proceeded to finish her supper as fast as humanly possible. Once, succeeding she got up and went to Slytherin Common Room.
Well, that was interesting. He glare was worse then normal. Pity, just when I thought she was improving snort. Kidding, kidding. I ate really quickly again. Which A) makes me feel like throwing up and B) means I don't have to put up with Mr. High and Mighty. You have to weigh your options. Which is worse? Feeling sick or High and Mighty. Well, rather obvious choice there.
Christmas Break is approaching quickly and actually I'm rather frightened. I still have to talk to Dumbledore but I don't know what to say. And will he believe me? What'll keep him from just throwing me into Azkaban? Not that I would blame him but the prospect of Azkaban is a rather horrifying one. I'm also planning on telling him of my suspicions about Professor Snape.
That'll be hard. I mean, I'm basically insulting his judgement there. I'm basically telling him the person he hired to teach, the person he trusts, is a mad, killer, Death Eater. He doesn't seem like the person to be rash or impulsive but this is a fairly big deal. The What If's are killing me. They've always been one of my worst enemies.
What if I go to Azkaban? What if he orders I'm Kissed? What if he understands but I fail? What if I'm killed? What if? What if? What if? Damn, What If's.
So, yeah, I'm scared shitless here. But I can't let anyone but you know that. They wouldn't understand. No one does.
Pansy Parkinson
Pansy shut her diary with a sigh. She blew out the candle she was writing by and sat silently in the Common Room. She watched from the shadows and safety of the dark as the other Slytherins filed in and straight up the stairs. Every Slytherin always went straight to the dorms after supper. Well, almost every Slytherin.
Once Pansy was sure she was alone and no one else would be coming she let a few silent tears slide down her face. Eventually she got up and wiped her face dry. She took her things and went up to her dorm where she would spend another restless night.
A/n: Hi everyone. Or hi Mooncheese! My only reviewer again, sigh. Well, I would be flattered if you advertised on your profile for me. I'm glad your enjoying the story so much. Happy Holidays everyone too! Just in case I don't update till after them. I'm not sure if I will or not. But anyway, you know the drill. R/R
