Hey. Here's another chapter. I hope this one goes over well. It's still in the world of Harry Potter right now. Please let me know if you guys liked it, or if I can do better. I'll never know unless you guys tell me. Thanks a bunch :P

HOGSMEAD WEEKEND

It had been a week and like they say, practice makes perfect. Pansy had been getting extremely better at the small spells. She had perfected the repairo spell and the veraverto spell. And the more she practiced the better she got.

It was finally Hogsmead weekend and Pansy couldn't wait to find out what that was. She'd never been to a place called Hogsmead in all her life. It would be an adventure. She wondered what they had in such a place. Hopefully not what the name suggested… Hogs drinking mead.

She waited downstairs, as she usually did, for Draco. She didn't want to go to a place she'd never heard of without him. Even though the little practice sessions didn't do anything for his attitude toward Hermione, he'd tried so hard and for that, Pansy appreciated him.

"Hey, Pansy," said a voice she recognized… but it wasn't one she enjoyed.

She looked up to see Blaize Zabini. "Oh, thank heaven. You've graced me with your presence," she sighed sarcastically.

He smirked, "Where's your guardian?"

"What do you mean?"

"Where's Malfoy?"

"Not ready yet, I suppose."

"He'd better hurry. We leave for Hogsmead in thirty minutes. If were not down there, they'll assume we're not going."

"Us? We're? You aren't hanging around us, are you?"

"Of course not. Your boyfriend and I aren't exactly what you'd call best friends."

"Pansy?" said a shy voice.

She looked back to see Goyle. His face was all read and he looked like he was struggling to find the right words. "Yeah?"

"D-Draco said he can't go to Hogsmead. He wants me to take you to the group that's going. He also wanted me to ask you if you wouldn't mind meeting up with Granger, because Crabb and I aren't going either."

She sighed. She felt a bid disappointed. "He could've at least came down here and told me himself. Tell him sure."

"Alright. Are you ready to go?"

"Yeah, I'm ready."

She stood to follow Goyle out of the common room, when Blaize began laughing. "What's so funny?" she asked.

"You're going to hang around the mudblood?" Blaize asked.

"Don't use that vulgar word!" sneered Pansy.

"Why? I'll bloody use it if I want. Mudblood," he glared.

"It's a horrid word and it implies to nobody that goes to this school!" she yelled.

"Yeah! I know a word that implies to you! You're a blood traitor!"

"Huh?" she asked, confused, "What the hell is that?"

When she looked over at Goyle to get an answer, she found him looking rather angry… his face was red and his fists were clenched… and he was staring a whole through Blaize Zabini. "You're lucky Malfoy didn't hear that, Zabini," said Goyle through clenched teeth.

"So what if he had been. If he's suggesting she run around with that mudblood Granger, he's a blood traitor too. Do you think he wants blood traitors?"

"He who?" asked Pansy.

Blaize smirked, "You don't know."

"I don't know much of anything! Or maybe you haven't heard! I have amnesia! Who is he!"

Blaize kept his smirk, "I'm not the one to tell you, Pansy. You should ask Malfoy. Or maybe this thick git will tell you something."

"You're a jerk," Pansy glared, "Everyone thinks Draco is an ass. Wait till they get a load of you. Come on, Gregory. We're going to be late. I want to make sure Hermione knows I'm walking around with her before we get there."

2

Pansy made it just in time. Professor McGonagall was just loading the last of the students up, when she came running at full speed, yelling, "Wait! Wait a moment! Hold up!"

McGonagall looked at her curiously, "You're lucky you made it, Miss Parkinson. Another minute, and I wouldn't have been able to hold up."

Pansy gave an embarrassed laugh. "Is Hermione already on?"

"No," she heard someone say.

She looked around and saw Hermione in the last load, standing with a red haired girl. Both of them smiled and Hermione waved her over. She walked over to them, and said, "I hate running."

Both girls laughed. "Why are you late?" asked Hermione.

Pansy looked back, watching Goyle walk back into the castle. "I had a fight with someone."

"Who? I'm Ginny, by the way. Ron's sister. Do you remember me?"

"No, I'm sorry. I had a fight with this jerk named Blaize Zabini. He called me a name I didn't understand and I called him a jerk, and then I implied that he was an ass."

"What did he call you?" asked Hermione.

"I'll tell you when we get on."

The last of the students loaded. Hermione, Ginny, and Pansy found a compartment to themselves. "Dean's going to be mad that I didn't sit with him," Ginny rolled her eyes.

"And you'll have to find Harry and Ron later, huh?" asked Pansy.

Hermione nodded, "Yes, but they'll be alright without me for a little while," she smiled.

Pansy and Ginny both smiled. "Now, what happened? What did he call you?" Ginny asked.

"A blood traitor," Pansy said, calmly, but Hermione and Ginny gasped.

"He didn't!" exclaimed Hermione.

"That git!" yelled Ginny, angrily.

"Yeah. What's a blood traitor?"

"They call a pure blood a blood traitor if they make friends with a muggle born," explained Hermione.

"Oh, that's ridiculous! Then half of the students in this school are blood traitors," Pansy rolled her eyes, "Who cares, anyway, what that jerk thinks."

"If you had your memory," began Hermione, "You would."

"Well, then I'm glad I have amnesia. He also said that if Draco suggested I walk around with you, that he's a blood traitor, too, and…" Pansy stopped remembering the last bit of that sentence, "Hermione, he said that someone wouldn't want Draco if he was a blood traitor. He said it like this… he. Blaize didn't give a name. He said Draco should tell me. Or Gregory, but Blaize called him a thick git. Who could he be talking about?"

Hermione had an idea, but she didn't want to scare Pansy. "I'm not sure," was all Hermione said.

Ginny looked worried about this as well, but she just nodded in agreement with Hermione. "I'm sure Draco will be fine. Is he not coming?" asked Ginny.

"No. He wouldn't come tell me himself. He sent Gregory," explained Pansy, "He didn't even send an explanation as to why he wasn't coming."

"I'm sure Ginny's right. He'll be fine," assured Hermione.

"I'm going to question him. So what if he gets mad, right. I'm being a good friend… worrying about him. Aren't I?" Pansy asked, unsure.

"Yes, of course you are," replied Hermione, "If he gets mad, or yells at you and you need someone to talk to, come find me."

"Thanks, Hermione. I'll worry about that tomorrow. Today, I plan on finding out what a Hogsmead is."

Ginny and Hermione both held back their laughter.

Well, there you have it. The latest chapter in this crazy story. I don't even know where it's going. All I know is that I'm typing it as I go, so nothing is absolutely planned out. Let me know what you thought… if you liked it, if it needs to be better, what you'd like to see in future chapters. Thanks… and an early Happy Holidays to everyone!