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Pansy's Passion
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By Queen of Serpents
Author's Note:This story is going to be pretty straightforward and isn't going to get too fancy with the emotions and vocabulary. It's just in Pansy's PoV so this is how it's going to be: blunt, clear-cut, and no straying from the plot. Enjoy and tell me what you think!
Warning: Strong language.
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Chapter III: Plans and Potions
I paced back and forth in my shared dormitory, scowling, wondering, and of course, the Slytherin special, scheming.
I still remembered seeing them in that tight embrace, kissing each other, savoring the taste of each other's lips. It was disgusting and rather painful to sit through and I still don't know how I made it all through the night like that. I was still able to hear the moans in my head, making me want to gag. However, it wasn't too much of a big deal to me. After all I've seen Draco with other girls before, but still, none of them had been that filthy Mudblood.
How in Merlin's Pants did Draco actually want to be with that filth? How in fucks name did he actually sink so low as to do that? I allowed for casual fucks here and there and even he wanted to score with the Mudblood was fine by me as long as he came back to me.
But he hasn't come back to me yet.
And I'm tired of waiting.
The first thing that came into mind that day was to expose them. However when I was going up to the Great Hall, thinking about telling Millie everything I saw, I realized that what I was thinking about doing was a mistake.
I shouldn't go off telling the whole school what really went on. First off, there were rumors going on already. Second, what would others think about him and me? What about our reputation? And third, I had to take matters into my own hands. Instead of exposing them, separating them should be what I should do.
Yes, I would have to get Draco away from that bitch and claim him for myself.
But how was the real question?
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Maybe telling Draco what happened and asking him the truth would be the best idea, I told myself as I was passing by the Boy's Locker room in search for him. While going there, I stumbled upon Weasley King and Boy Wonder. Suddenly I had an urge to tell them what their Golden Girl was doing all this time behind their backs. They didn't know, I was sure of that. If they did, Draco and the Mudblood both probably wouldn't be alive by now.
So the question that was ringing in my head was, Should I tell?
Well, one thing would be for certain if I did tell them: they would drive the two apart. However, Draco would probably be hurt by the time that happened. And I didn't want to see Draco hurt. Not at all.
I pondered a while longer before sucking up the courage and stepping inside, slipping into the shower room unnoticed. The only people inside were that Irish kid, Potter, and Weasley.
I decided to hide until Seamus Finnigan left. I looked around, making sure no one saw me (which was easy because by this time everyone probably left) and hid in a dark corner behind a bunch of Gryffindor Quidditch uniforms.
I thought Slytherins had this time to practice but apparently it switched without me knowing. Normally Draco would be the last one around in the showers which was the reason for my lateness. I hoped to catch him alone.
But what I found instead of him was just as good.
As soon as the Irish Gryffindor left the area, Potter and Weasley began talking in whispers. I decided to stay still until they finished talking and got out of the showers.
It was from their conversation that a plan was planted in my brain. The perfect plan.
Ooh, I love plans!
"Do you reckon Snape was right when he talked about Malfoy?" Potter said stepping out of the shower room.
"What do you mean Harry?" The blood-traitor replied turning off the showerhead. He was still inside there, I think. I really wouldn't know. I must admit I was quite distracted by seeing the naked Wonder Boy. Mmmm… if I didn't have Draco to compare him to, then I'd say Potter was one delicious young man.
Potter looked around him and I pushed myself further back into the wall. Thank Merlin for those smelly Quidditch uniforms or else Potter – or anyone else for that matter – wouldn't see me.
"That it wasn't he who stole the files but someone else?"
I tried to think about what they were saying but I didn't know a thing. Files? Snape? Draco?
"But how can that be?" The redhead replied, still inside the shower.
"Remember 2nd Year?"
"Oh! You mean the Polyjuice Potion? The one where you can transform your body into that of someone else completely for a full half hour? We used it to get to the Slytherin Common Room back then," Weasley replied. His voice was faraway, reminiscing.
I didn't quite catch the latter part of the conversation. There were two things in my mind after Weasley said those words: the Polyjuice Potion and seeing Ronald Weasley, blood traitor Gryffindor, in the nude.
I nearly drooled right there and told myself to count to ten and close my eyes. Sure enough the image faded and I was thinking about the Potion. It can enable the person who drinks it to completely transform into another person. Hmm… why is it that I have a feeling that can solve all my problems?
Suddenly, a light bulb lit on the side of my head.
And it was then that the plan entered my mind. I felt evil and so incredibly smart. My lips twitched to a smirk and I opened my eyes, ready to walk away and get on with the plan. I was getting hyper at the possibilities. The perfect way to separate Draco and the Mudblood. I couldn't wait!
But then just when I opened my eyes, I saw Weasley still standing there naked. Potter had left, apparently, but Weasley was still there. Within moments, my eyes widened like a deer in the headlights when his hand began its journey south.
I clamped a hand over my mouth to stop myself from letting out a gasp. I tried to tear my eyes away but I couldn't. Wow, the Weasel had grown!
I shook my head and scolded myself.
Damn Quidditch, horny boys, and muscles!
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