House Loyalties
by: angelicmayuka
Chapter 2: Down
Pansy P.O.V.
I couldn't believe this. I was standing in Professor McGonagall's office next to Harry Potter for God's sake! To make matters even worse, Professor Snape was with her! Both of them were staring at us as we were...well...staring at the floor. I waited for the huge lecture to come. I didn't have to wait long either.
"What were you two doing out of your dormitories at two o'clock in the morning?" McGonagall started. "Well Mr. Potter? Ms. Parkinson? Like to explain this to me?" she tapped her foot, waiting. Neither of us answered. What were we gonna say? 'Oh sorry Professor McGonagall, we were taking a midnight stroll in somehow the same place at the same time when we suddenly amazingly predicted running into Filch and ran into a broom closet?' Hell, that even sounded stupid in my head!
"Well, this can't go unpunished, even though I dislike doing this type of thing to my own house." Snape drawled. I glared at him in my mind, slimy git.
"I agree Servus. I say 50 points from each house don't you?" she said with a nod of the head.
"Throw in detention for a week and I think we've covered this little...incident." he said, his lips forming a cold sneer. Potter and I gaped. 'A week?' was the thought running through my head.
"Then it's settled, you'll both recieve an owl about your detentions tomorrow at breakfast. Back to your dormitories, now." McGonagall barked. Both of us nodded and left her office.
"Damn it." Potter muttered before shoving his hands in his robe pockets. I almost nodded in agreement, but I caught myself. I glared at him fiercely and swept towards the Slytherin commonroom and I knew Potter went off to wherever his was. When I got back to the portrait, it was smirking at me knowingly.
"Get caught in a closet with Potter eh Parkinson? I'd watch it, he's in Gryffindor." the portrait said, it's sickening smirk widening. I kicked the wall and glared at the portrait of some ugly old Slytherin man.
"Shut it. Let me in." I growled. It nodded and swung open and I stalked in and threw myself onto my bed, noth bothering to be quiet anymore. I fell asleep, dreading tomorrow. This was going to be a week of pure hell to have detention with Potter. Damn. It. All.
Normal P.O.V.
All the students were eating breakfast peacefully, when the owl post swooped in to greet them. One of the school's owls dropped a letter in Harry's lap before turning around and dropping another in Pansy's. Harry's eyes narrowed and opened it.
Potter and Parkinson,
Your first detention will take place at ten o'clock tonight.
Meet Professor Snape and I in my office. Don't be late.
Professor M. McGonagall
'Great.' Harry thought dryly. He looked up to see Pansy reading the same letter. She slowly looked up and met his eyes. His eyes narrowed at the sight of the dark circles under her eyes. He shook it off though as Ron looked at him.
"Wassat?" he said his mouth full of food. Hermione growled.
"Don't talk with your mouth full Ronald. It's disgusting." she said. Ron rolled his eyes but swallowed the food anyway.
"So...what is that Harry?"
"Oh...nothing much, just-" Harry began but was suddenly interrupted when Lavendar and Parvati ran up to him.
"Is it true Harry? Is it?" they both said breathlessly.
"Is...what true?" Harry asked slowly.
"That you were caught in a broom closet with Pansy Parkinson and now you both have detention for a week?" they said together in one breath. Ron and Hermione gaped and turned to Harry who was glaring furiously at the two girls.
"It's all over the school, so we wanted to know if it's true! The portraits, ghosts, and even Peeves are chatting about it non-stop!" Lavendar added.
"H-Harry?" Ron and Hermione said slowly. Harry sighed and his eyes darted to see Pansy practically covered in people questioning her, mostly...girls with murderous looks on their faces. It was rather scary to say the least. He turned his attention back to his own mob.
"Yes I have detention, and no, I'll say nothing more." he said with a low growl before standing up and leaving the Great Hall with a bunch of people behind him still asking him questions. Hermione eyed the Slytherin table carefully to see Malfoy watching her. Finally seeing that he'd caught her attention, he rose an eyebrow at her and she shrugged in response before returning to her meal.
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Harry and Pansy met each other in Professor McGonagall's office that night at ten o'clock, right on the dot. Both were very peeved to see she nor Professor Snape were not there. So much for not being late. Then the door flew open and both professors walked inside.
"Good you're both here. Now, for your detention, Dumbledore has decided it's high time to put a stop to these ridiculous house rivalries. So he's decided it ends...with the two of you." she said and Snape had adopted a very annoying smirk. Pansy and Harry shared a somewhat terrified look before looking back at their professors.
"H-how does he propose we do that?" Pansy asked rather smally. Snape's smirk and looked at them.
"Well...your detentions will be a little bit different than we normally do." he said, his eyes sparking in amusement at how uncomfortable both of them looked. Frankly, this scared the living daylights out of Pansy and Harry as they both imagined the cruel and unusual things Snape might subject them to. Both shivered involuntarily in their minds.
"Anyway, I bet you're wondering what that could possibly mean." McGonagall said, amusement clearly evident in her voice.
"Really? I never would have guessed." Pansy muttered dryly.
"Say something Parkinson?" Snape suddenly asked. Pansy looked down.
"No." she muttered.
"Good. In any account, your detention tonight...will consist of-" she cut off and muttered something and pointed her wand at them before finishing, "-cleaning every single broom closet in this school. Together. I trust you won't go against our wishes of that. In any event I suggest you two get to know one another in that time, you'll need to for...later detentions." she finished suggestively. She grinned.
"Professor, there's tons of closets in this school!" Pansy objected.
"Actually there is 236. Don't worry though, your combined efforts should make the work go faster." she added.
"Professor! It's broom closets!"
"Well, you and Mr. Potter seem to like them well enough, I don't see the problem." she said looking down at the two of them. Pansy fell silent. "Good. See you both tomorrow in Transfiguration." she said and swept out of the room. Snape handed Pansy a map of all the closets in the school.
"You'll be needing it, you need to know where they all are and it won't wear off until you've cleaned them all." he added with a sneer.
"What won't wear off Professor?" Harry said finally speaking up. Snape's sneer turned even more sadistic if possible, but he didn't answer, instead, he followed Professor McGonagall out; his robes billowing behind him. They were let standing in McGonagall's office.
"Well...let's get started. Hell if I'm working with you, so you take the left wing and I'll take the right."
"Whatever." Harry said with a shrug. Both turned and began to walk in different directions when suddenly something stopped them from going further apart and the both crashed back into each other, once again sprawling out onto the floor.
"Damnit! Is this what Snape meant?" Pansy swore. They looked in horror, they were connected together invisiably by the wrists.
"So...I guess we have to work together eh?" Harry said with a wolfish grin.
"Shut it Potter, let's just get this over with." she looked at the map and saw all the closets. "Ugh...this is gonna take bloody forever!"
"Whatever, we have our wands, we'll just use a spell-" Harry began saying, but suddenly both their wands popped out of their hands and dissapeared. Harry gaped. "What in the hell?" he asked in frustration. A scroll appeared in a puff of smoke. It read:
Almost forgot, no magic for cleaning.
You will find your wands by your beds when you are finished.
Professor M. McGonagall
Harry looked rather pissed off. Pansy merely growled at the note as it burst into flames in Harry's palm.
"Note the keyword there...almost."
"Duh, Parkinson."
"So. As I was saying...this is gonna take forever." Pansy stated again.
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Harry and Pansy were working on their tenth closet and had still yet to speak to each other. They worked rather quickly together...but it was getting really boring...really fast. The silence was getting to both of them. Pansy frowned, 'Hell if I'll be the one to start the conversation.' she thought in annoyance. She didn't have to though.
"What the hell did Professor McGonagall mean when she said we would need to get to know each other?" he asked finally breaking the long, drawn out silence. Pansy shrugged.
"Hell if I know, they've all gone bonkers. Fallen off their rockers if you ask me! I think they're secretly conspiring against us. This is bloody torture."
"Yea, and what of that nasty comment she gave us to, how we seem to "like closets just fine" or something along those lines. What was she getting at? It's not like we did anything anyway." Harry muttered in annoyance.
"We know that, but those bloody portraits are probably spreading false rumors still. Hell, I almost got beheaded today by all your fanclub girls. They're friggin' creepy as hell!" Pansy spat.
"Fan...club?" Harry asked in confusion. Pansy's jaw almost dropped. Almost.
"You mean you don't even know? How the hell can you not know you've got a bloody fanclub?" Pansy asked.
"Hey! I don't keep track of that. Who'd want to?" he murmered surpressing a shudder.
"Don't ask me." Pansy shrugged it off again.
"So...if we have to get to know one another, may as well start now."
"I guess." she mumbled.
"Full name?"
"Pansy Amonia Parkinson. Tell anyone that and you're a dead man Potter."
"Right. Anyway, Harry James Potter."
"We'll switch off I guess. Birthday?"
"July."
"March."
"Favorite color?"
"Black."
"Green."
"These questions suck. Let's ask something worth knowing eh?" Pansy asked mischeviously.
"Fine by me." Harry challenged raising an eyebrow. Pansy grinned.
"First kiss. Who was it?"
"Cho Chang. You?"
"Draco Malfoy."
"Was it any good?" Harry asked in amusement.
"Dunno, he's the only one I've ever kissed, got nothin' to comare it to."
"Same here. She hates my guts now though."
"Sucks to be you. Anyway...virgin?"
"Yea obviously."
"Me to."
"For some stupid reason that surprises me."
"Oh yea, I got pinned to a slut position." Pansy said with a growl. Harry noticed and smirked slightly.
"Obviously your not." he added.
"Bingo." Pansy said, a small smile sliding onto her face.
"Alright. Let's see...most embarassing moment?" Harry said, a malicious grin formed on his face. Pansy smirked back.
"Well that's kinda tough. I've done tons of stupid stuff. I'd say...it was probably when we had all these mega-important people at our house and I was serving them their food and I tripped on this stupid skirt my mom made me wear. I not only spilled the food all over them, but my skirt got ripped off in the process." Pansy said with a laugh. Harry grinned. Pansy actually seemed like a regular girl when she wasn't surrounded by her awful friends.
"That would've been very amusing to see." Harry said with an amused grin.
"What, the people dripping in food or my skirt getting ripped off?" Pansy said raising an eyebrow. Harry grinned rakishly at her.
"I dunno." he said coyly. "Anyway, my turn I guess. The most embarassing thing for me was when I just got done taking a shower and Hermione walked right in, didn't knock or anything! Slammed open the door in front of the whole entire commonroom." Harry said, a faint blush rising to his cheeks. Pansy grinned.
"Now that'd have been amusing eh?" she said slyly. Harry half-heartedly glared at her.
"Whatever. You're turn."
"Hmm...ever had a girlfriend?"
"I don't know if you can count Cho...but otherwise no."
"Hmm...well I sorta "dated" Draco...but eh." Pansy shrugged. "Too high maitnence, not to mention the fact that he acts like your dirt beneath his shoes."
"I guess...thought he only acted like that to us Gryffindors."
"No. He's like that to everyone...except lately the mud-"
"Don't finish that sentance." Harry said glaring coldly at her. Pansy did; she stopped midsentance and fell silent.
"What, got a crush on her?"
"Sorry, not your turn." Harry retorted, yet his voice was rather cold.
"Oh, right."
"So...you a deatheater?" Harry asked quietly. Pansy slowly rose her eyes to meet his. His green eyes bore into her own blue ones as she stayed silent. She desperately wanted to get away from him...from this question, but with their magical bond, she couldn't. She tried to lower her gaze but somehow couldn't. Harry stayed silent, he'd stopped cleaning the closet and was watching her closely.
"I-I-" her voice faltered. Harry sighed and went back to cleaning.
"Never mind. Let's just get this done." he muttered. Pansy still didn't speak, it seemed as if she didn't trust her own voice. They finished the rest of the closets in silence.
-
They sighed, they were finally done. They looked carefully down at their wrists and pulled at them to see the invisible bond had vanished.
"Good. Now I have to get to sleep, I've got bloody quidditch practise tomorrow and I'm gonna be dead." he muttered. He looked at his watch, it was 3 a.m. This sucks. They both thought miserably and went their seperate ways.
"Later...Potter." she muttered. Harry stopped and looked at Pansy in surprise.
"Right. See you at tomorrow's detention eh Parkinson?"
"Right." Pansy smirked. They finally left.
A/N: Yaaay for the next installment of House Loyalties!
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