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Pansy's Passion

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By Queen of Serpents

A Note From the Authoress:

Ramble: Getting back into the spirit of fanfiction took a really long time. I'm sorry for making you guys wait. I just wasn't feeling it for a while.

Note: I did quite some research on Canon!Pansy after a little note from my new beta and innocenteen and I hope I'm able to make this Pansy more like the real one –without ruining the plot of course. It's hard because her character is seen in a very biased point of view, Harry's, so we don't really how she is. But hopefully I'll be able to keep her slightly more canon. Although in this chapter, I don't it's any more canon than the previous chapters.

Another note: Ron/Pansy? Harry/Pansy? Whatever do you mean::smirks:

And thank you for the reviews once again!

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Chapter IV: Operations and Observations

Oh joy, I thought whilst rubbing my hands together in a diabolical manner. The plan was too perfect, too Slytherin-like, too good to be true. Now I couldn't wait to put it into action. Operation Split-Up The Mudblood From Draco, or OSUTFD, has begun!

I don't recall how I got away from Weasley and the debacle he started, but all I remember is that I felt all tingly inside. An uncomfortable ache began between my legs and the image of him was stamped into my retinas.

I'll never look at Weasley the same way ever again.

He distracted me from starting the plan for a while which was stupid because I've seen plenty of guys wank off. But I suppose it never crossed my mind that he would be the type. Who was he thinking about?

Probably the Mudblood.

My mood was fouled after thinking about the Mudblood. What the hell was so great about her?

I nibbled my bread and then took another bite out of my salad. My girl friends flanked around me, teetering and yakking their heads off.

"Pansy! Oh Pansy! Did you hear? Did you hear about Draco? What is the Pureblood line coming to!" Millicent Bulstrode cried out dramatically.

"It's bad enough all the eligible Purebloods are either betrothed or taken, like you and Zabini, but did Draco have to go too!" Mandy Brocklehurst wailed.

Unlike normally, they were getting me extremely annoyed and quite depressed. I finished my salad and got up. "I'm going to find Blaise," I announced loudly.

I didn't want the to follow me. Normally having the Slytherin girls around me always gave me an air of importance. I felt wanted and queenly but at the moment I needed to be alone.

And I didn't want them to follow me to the library.

I was going there so I could research—boy does that sound weird coming out of me—on how to make the PolyJuice Potion. Saying that I would be with Blaise would keep them away for a pretty long period of time, enough for me to copy down the ingredients and the instructions. They would probably think we were going somewhere to shag or something.

Blaise and I are actually going out, boyfriend/girlfriend style. We snog, we shag, we go to Hogsmeade together like ordinary couples. However, my heart always belonged to Draco and Blaise, despite knowing this from the start, did not object. I don't know what his motives are, but he's a nice guy and I needed someone there for me, as a friend, as someone who cares and can comfort me, while brooding about what girl Draco brought over the night.

Besides, Draco didn't love me. He knew my feelings for him, yet he never responded to them. He never took me seriously no matter how hard I tried.

And I? Well, I honestly gave up. I decided to wait it out, go to other people, until Draco got his hormones under control. But now that the Mudblood was here, it was the last straw. I cannot stand him touching that filth.

I opened the door to the library and was amazed by the vastness of it. Thousands of rows of shelves and millions of books upon them. It was a wonder really. I never saw the beauty in a library. I now can slightly grasp what makes the Mudblood come here so often. Not only was it a good place to meet a guy to snog—there were a lot of dark corners—it was also so grand; one can really loose themselves here.

Madam Pince looked at me enter and raised an eyebrow. She said nothing, however. The last few times I came here was with my pose of Slytherin girls to make fun of Granger—and look at Viktor Krum in 4th year—but every time, Madam Pince kicked us out.

I looked for a book on PolyJuice. I don't know how long it took me, but by the time I found it, it was well past curfew. The entire library was dark and even Madam Pince left. I lit my wand and continued my search, walking over towards the darker areas of the library.

It was after another half hour of no progress that I began to hate the library again.

Finally, I found it. The book. I leafed through the pages, landed on Polyjuice and magically copied the pages. It was late, and I needed to go back to the Slytherin Common Room before Filch caught me.

But it was when I was stuffing the pages into my bag, that I heard, distinctly, a moan and then… a few giggles and a chuckle.

I recognized that chuckle from anywhere.

Draco…

…and the Mudblood.

Again. In the library.

I followed the noise, anger flaring inside me once more. I turned a corner, went past two rows of endless shelves and came across the scene. She was sitting on top of the table with Draco on the chair. I could only see the back of her body, and was able to tell that her shirt was discarded. Her bushy hair was all over the place as she tossed her head around, moaning.

Oh God, that moan. I wanted to punch her face so hard, Draco wouldn't bare to look at her. I wanted to break her jaw, break her face, pluck her eyes out. Make her so hideous Draco wouldn't give her a second chance.

I hated those sounds she made and I hated how Draco chuckled at her.

And was that a smile?

Did Draco actually smile at her? Oh dear! He's running his hands through her hair.

I couldn't bear to look anymore and ran. I ran all the way to where I had the book opened and my stuff scattered.

I hugged the book where I found the ingredients to the Potion to my chest with tears following freely down my cheeks. They were angry tears and now my hatred of anything, anyone, Mudblood intensified. Father thought women were weak and therefore did not want me to become a Deatheather, but now I was ready and I would show him.

The plan was no longer OSUTMFD, but it was Operation Destroy Hermione Granger. I was going to ruin the Mudblood's life and once I'm going to be through with her, I was going to eliminate all the Mudbloods and Muggles there are.

It was a promise.

A Slytherin's promise.

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Authoress's Note: Short? Yes, I know. But it's better than nothing! I'll have the next chapter up for you guys as soon as I get my creativity back. Plus, the chapter's more of a filler. I'll have more humor, conspiracy, and boys in the next one.

All Hail,

Queen of Serpents