Chapter 5

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"Morning Drakie!" yelled Pansy in a sing-voice at the top of her lungs.

"I swear, if this becomes a habit I will just have to remove her vocal chords. Violently." Draco mumbled angrily. Apparently he just wasn't a morning person. Or a Pansy person for that matter either.

"Might I ask why you insist on waking me up on the wrong side of the bed?"

"Well you see, it's just such a lovely day out today. The birds are chirping the sun is shining…" Pansy again sensed she had overstepped her boundaries. Without another peep she turned on her heel and left the room. "Well it's not my fault we can't all be constantly happy like me," she grumbled under her breath.

"I heard that!" Draco yelled as he sent a book sailing mere inches above her head.

She turned and gave him a look of indifference as she continued her way down the stairs.

I wonder what that little punk is up to this morning. She is never so ecstatically happy unless she has excellent news (which in all their history together had only happened once) or when she is in the process of planning or performing what she considers to be some kind of torment. Draco sighed with resignation and decided to get dressed. Well, I suppose I'll find out sooner or later. The little nitwit can never seem to keep her mouth shut, especially if it's some kind of 'secret plan' of hers.

Down in the Great Hall, Pansy narrowed her eyes at the blonde-haired, violet-eyed Lavender Brown. She only got Cinderella because she's Trelawney's favorite. That crazy woman just didn't seem to understand I was made for that part. I mean, look at me; I'm nearly perfect for the role. And Lavender can't even sing for Merlin's sake. She seethed as her face hardened into a sneer. And if Trelawney can't figure that out for herself, I'll just take matters into my own hands.

There was a good reason Pansy Parkinson had been placed in Slytherin. Though the girl did not look it, she was cunning. Not smart, mind you, but definitely crafty. When she really wanted something she would go to absolutely any lengths to get it. In fact, she would pay Blaise Zabini any price he asked to get something from Professor Snape's Private stores.

"Lavender," Pansy whined. "Could you please help me on my Divination, I am completely confused. I have two cups of tea here, could you help me with that first assignment we had in class? I really want to learn to 'see.' Otherwise, there is no way I'm going to pass."

Flattered, Lavender consented immediately. "Oh sure you poor dear; inner eye a bit cloudy?"

"Yes, yes, that's exactly it. I just knew you would help me." She replied with a sickeningly sweet smile.

That smile sent shivers down Lavenders back. Something in the back of her mind told her not to help her. I'm being ridiculous. She's just nervous and trying to be nice; after all, she is a Slytherin. And what kind of Gryffindor would back out on a promise to help?

"Alright, hand me the tea. There is only 20 minutes left of breakfast and we really don't have time to sit and chat." With a silent sigh of acquiescence she quickly gulped down the tea, wanting to make the lesson as short and painless as possible. "Ok, do you have your divination book?"

"Oh dear, I must have left it in the common room. I'll just quickly run back and get it, ok?" Pansy said in a rush.

"Hmm… I don't think we really have time for that today. Why don't we just get together tomorrow alright?"

"I suppose that will work." Pansy replied, trying to look disappointed.

"All right everyone, time to start. First, I need Cinderella, the two evil stepsisters and the evil step mother." Professor Trelawney declared, trying to get everyone's attention.

"Umm… Professor?" Lavender said hesitantly.

"Yes my dear child?"

"Well, you see Professor; I won't be able to participate today. For some reason no matter how hard I try I just can't pretend to be Cinderella. In fact, I just can't seem to lie at all; not that acting is lying or anything." She said in a hurry. "I just don't understand it."

"That is very interesting indeed. Why don't you report to the medical wing and have Madam Pomfrey have a good look at you."

"Yes Professor, I'll go down right away."

"In the mean time…" She sighed as she looked around the room. She needed a replacement Cinderella for the moment to keep practice flowing. Seeing no one else capable for the part she dejectedly made her decision. "Miss Granger! I need you to step in for Miss Brown until she can fix whatever malady is afflicting her. Miss Parkinson, you will step in for Miss Granger."

"Yes Professor," they said in unison, but for some reason Pansy just didn't seem to happy about the situation.

I just don't understand that child… I give her a bigger role for the day and she gets frumpy about it. And to think she had the nerve to try out for Cinderella.

As Draco watched the events of that afternoon unfold, some things suddenly became crystal clear to him. Bloody Hell…

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