Harry Potter stabbed his hand with his quill for the fifth time in as many minutes. His hands were still slippery from a potion that blown up from Neville's cauldron in Potions. Not only did it make his hands slip, but it made doing his 40-inch long assignment for Snape nearly impossible. Frustrated, Harry grabbed his beaten up old canvas bag and furiously slammed his books and quill into it.
" Honestly, This is bloody impossible! Especially with my hands covered in slipping slave!" Harry cried in exasperation as he stormed his way out. What Harry failed to notice was a warm body colliding with him.
" Merlin's balls! Oh I'm sorry…." Harry cut off short when he realized who exactly he had bumped into.
Never let anyone say that Pansy Parkinson was an ugly girl. Her slightly pugged nose from when she was younger had hardened into a fine aristocratic point. Her eyes had lost some of their unremarkable dullness and were replaced with a sharp twinkle, like one would see if they looking into a very sharp knife Harry gasped as he gazed into those deadly looking blue eyes. Unsurprisingly Pansy noticed his little intake of breath.
" Fancy running into you Potter." She almost sneered, but not quite, her deep voice had lost the gravely quality it had had when they were younger. Now it was just plain seductive.
Harry was at a loss for words, he stepped back a little to give him a little bit of space, and some imaginary security. He quickly appraised her. He shoulders were a bit wider than most girls he had met, and she was taller too, but that didn't mean she was manly. No, it was quite obvious that she was a girl; Harry chalked up her classic beauty to Old Russian bloodline. Gulping loudly like a dying fish, Harry looked up to her face, which was still coolly appraising him, like a lamp she saw in a shop and thought she might buy. Then he noticed streaks on her cheeks.
" Pansy? Have you been crying?" he asked tentatively, he figured this situation couldn't get any worse by asking a simple question. Her eyes softened a bit but then quickly turned sharp again.
" Why would that be of any of your concern Potter? Why, of all people would the Griffindor golden boy care about the fat Slytherin cow Pansy Parkinson?" she really was crying now. Sniffing loudly she collected her composure.
" Millicent told me that Draco was here, and that he was kissing Cho Chang! The little rat is actually trying to cheat on me! Well, no wonder. Its probably because I look like a man."
Harry didn't know what to say. It was obvious pansy needed someone to talk to but, he wasn't sure he was the right person to do it. Besides she was a Slytherin , and he didn't trust her. He glanced at her again. However, she did look every good in her black school robes, not many girls could fill them out the way pansy could, not that was without trying.
Harry mentally berated himself, "god man your checking out a SYTHERIN!"
But that nagging voice shut up the moment Harry said;
" Pansy your not ugly, I thin your are beautiful." She blushed prettily and actually took a step back in surprise.
" Potter you are just saying that,"
" No really Pansy! I mean besides bumping into you, I think I am glad I ran into you. I was kind of wondering if you would go to Hogsmeade with me, you know next weekend." He was glad to get that off of his chest. He was worried Ron would find out about his crush on the Slytherin girl and tease him mercilessly about it, or even take the Mickey out of Pansy instead.
She just kissed him in the entrance to the library.
