Okay, guys. Here's where Lizzie is going to go completely by Pansy, now. She's still Lizzie, and has Lizzie's frame of mind, of course (diabolical, I know), but I'm just getting sick of the Lizzie… uh… Pansy thing and I'm sure you are, too. Anyways, I'd like to thank the people who reviewed so far. If you'd like to see anything happen in this, let me know, and I may be able to make it happen. Thanks, guys!

CHAPTER TWO

JUST TRYING TO FIT

Pansy looked up and down the rows of tables. She was released early enough to have breakfast with the others. The only thing was… she didn't know where she was supposed to sit. She was terrified she would sit in the wrong place and cause a commotion. So, she just looked for a familiar face. The only one she saw was Harry's.

She slowly walked up to him, and said shyly, "Hi."

Harry looked up at her a bit surprised. His two friends were beyond surprised. "Hi," said Harry, "How are you feeling?"

"Out of it, still. I'll be okay. How about you? How's your nose?" she asked, putting her index finger to her own.

"It's alright," answered Harry.

When Pansy smiled at Hermione, she almost choked on her breakfast. "Oh, my God, are you alright! Pat her back, red!" Pansy shouted at Ron.

Ron did as she said, looking at Pansy like she was a ghost. "Harry told us about how you… I didn't really believe it until now!" said Ron, astonished.

"Don't worry about me! Are you alright?" she asked Hermione.

Hermione nodded, "I oku…" she mumbled.

"Harry, I mainly came over here because I don't know where to sit," Pansy whispered to him.

Harry looked concerned, "You sit with the Slytherines."

"Oh… but where is that? I don't see that blonde guy that visited me last night."

"That's because he's coming this way," Ron pointed, "Do you remember my name, by the way?"

She smiled, and shook her head, "Sorry."

"I'm Ron Weasley and she's Hermione Granger."

"Oh, well it's nice to…"

"Pansy!" she heard someone call.

She didn't respond right away. Hermione smiled, and said, "That's you."

"Oh, right! Yeah?"

She turned and was face to face with Draco Malfoy. "Oh, it's my friend. How are you, friend?"

He smiled, a bit uneasy, "This isn't something you would do."

"What?"

"Talk to Potter, Weasley, and the Mudblood."

Hermione looked insulted, and Ron and Harry looked furious. Pansy looked at them apologetically, "Tell me what that is," she said to Draco.

"Later. Come on. You sit over here with us."

"Her name is Hermione," Pansy said, defiantly, "Did you know that?"

"I know what her name is," said Draco, annoyed at the scene she was causing.

"Then say it."

"What! Pansy, we don't have time for this…"

"To say someone's first name? It isn't hard and it only takes a second. Try it. Say their first names."

Draco glared at her, "Fine. Then, will you please just… come to our table."

She smiled, "Yeah. Go on. First names."

"Harry, Ron, and… Hermione. There, I said it," he sighed, looking as if it took every ounce of energy to say what he said.

"Okay. Bye, guys," Pansy waved, "Lead the way."

Draco took her hand and led her to their table. There were to young men at that table that reminded her of professional wrestlers. "Have a seat," said Draco, smiling up at her.

"They won't try to eat me, will they?" asked Pansy, and Draco actually laughed at the comment… she felt bad for saying it, because they had confused expressions on their faces.

"No! They won't eat you. Have a seat."

She took a seat beside of Draco. "So… what are their names?" she whispered to Draco.

"Problems, Parkinson?" asked Blaize Zabini.

"Shut it, Zabini," warned Malfoy, "Their names are Crabb and Goyle. They're our friends. That's Blaize Zabini."

"Oh. Okay."

"Look… after classes, I think we should talk. Try to get that memory back. We don't need another scene like that one."

"What's wrong with them?" she asked, "They all seem so nice."

"Nice? They've been our enemies since we started here."

"But… why?"

It seemed like such a simple question… but he didn't answer right away. He just studied her, "Well… just because. We all come from different families, we all have different beliefs."

"So, we don't like each other because we're different?"

He smiled, "Yeah, I guess."

"Does it seem as silly to you as it does to me?"

He looked sympathetic, "It won't seem silly once we get your memory back. I promise, we will get it back. I'm going to be busy, but… I'll make time for you."

'For such a little jerk,' thought Lizzie's Pansy, 'he sure is good to her. He must really feel a lot for this girl.'

She smiled, "Thanks. You're really sweet."

"We'll start going over some things today. Right after classes are over."

"Okay," she agreed.

2

Classes were over, and the students were supposed to go back to their common rooms. The problem with that was, Pansy had no idea where that was at. She had lost sight of Draco after their second class. It turned out that she didn't have every single class with him. She didn't even have every single class with Harry, or Ron. She did have her last class with Hermione. She didn't care that she wasn't suppose to like them. She still thought the reason was silly. She was just too shy to ask for help, which was even sillier, now that she thought about it.

So, Pansy sat outside, hoping someone would come over and help her, or yell at her, or something so she could explain her situation. That's when a rather large hand fell on her shoulder. Her eyes widened, she looked up at a large hairy man. She was scared as hell, until he spoke, "Alrigh' there, Parkinson? Shouldn' ya be goin' to yer common room?"

He was gentle when he spoke, making Pansy's fear sink away, "I should be, but… I know this sounds silly, and… I don't remember where it is."

"Righ'! I was told abou' that."

"You were? Oh, thank God… I mean Merlin. People seem to say that a lot."

"I'm Haggrid, Parkinson…"

"Call me Pansy. Or I may even forget my name," she smiled.

He smiled, "Alrigh', Pansy. Come on. I'll take ya to yer common room…"

"You don't have to," said a familiar voice.

It was Draco. "What are ya doin' out o the castle, Malfoy?"

"Looking for her… Professor," he said, looking at Haggrid with disgust, "You had me worried sick. I looked all over for you, but couldn't find you, and…"

"I'm fine," she smiled, "I just didn't remember where the common room was. That's all."

He gave a relieved smile, "Well, let's go. We have a lot to discuss."

"Okay," she smiled, "Thanks so much, Haggrid. I really appreciate ya trying to help me."

"Yeah," glared Draco, "Thanks."

3

"Okay," said Pansy, as soon as they were alone in the common room.

Everyone else had gone to bed. Pansy and Draco were sitting by the fire. Pansy was warming her hands, enjoying the warmth it brought to her cold fingers. It was definitely cold in the dungeon.

"Okay," she repeated, "The first thing you have to do is explain to me what a darn Mudvayne is."

Draco looked confused, "You mean mudblood."

"What did I say?"

"Mudvayne."

"Oh!" she said, embarrassed, "That's a band!"

"Never heard of them."

"They rock. You don't know what you're missing. Okay, then. What's a mudblood?"

"A mudblood is a muggle born."

"What the hell is a muggle?"

"Someone non-magical," he smiled, "This may take longer than I thought."

"It may," she smiled, "Good thing you're patient."

"Yeah, good thing. Anyway, a mudblood is a muggle born. Someone who doesn't come from a witch or wizarding family. It means dirty blood. Unworthy of doing magic. Someone who doesn't deserve to be a witch or wizard."

"Is that the definition… or yours?"

He looked confused, "That's the definition."

"That's a horrible word," she said, looking downhearted, "And… you call that nice girl that? That's horrible. I called her that?"

'No,' she thought, 'not me. Her. It was her, not me. I'm only temporarily her. I can change this, for now.'

"You used to call her that. If you don't feel comfortable doing it for now… don't worry. I won't get mad at you. I couldn't get mad at… anyway…"

"You love her, don't you?"

She didn't know what made her say it, but she wished she hadn't. He was giving her a confused look. "Love who?"

"Uh… your mom. It must be a word she uses often, and that's why you say it. You love your mom."

He laughed, "I say because I want to. Because they make me mad, and it seems to get to them the most. I say it because… I guess that could be a reason. My parents do use it often."

"It's a horrid word, and I won't use it."

"I won't be mad if you don't. Don't expect the others to see things that way, though, Pansy. We're pretty set in our ways. If someone bothers you, I'll abuse my authority and… well…"

"You have authority?" she smiled, "How cute."

"Cute?"

"Okay, I use the word cute, now. Sue me."

He smiled, "I think you should get to bed."

"Are you going to bed?"

"Uh… no. I have something I need to do. I'll be back in the morning. Don't leave the room without me."

"I won't."

He kissed her cheeks. She was surprised to find she had chills running up her spine… the good kind. "Good night."

"Night."

With that, she got to her feet, and began to climb the stairs. 'He's a kid, Liz. A sixteen year old kid. Get over it. You've got to find a way to get yourself out of this story and back into the real world,' she thought.

A/N: Well, tell me what you thought. I know there was a whole lot of dialogue going on there, but… I'll work on it. So, just let me know what you thought and if there's anything else I can work on. Thanks so much.