House Loyalties
by: angelicmayuka
Chapter 3: Stairs
Pansy P.O.V.
Potter's question had really thrown me off. Why'd he have to go and ask me that? Do I look like a deatheater? Well...actually...I probably do. That however...is beside the point. Whatever...my point...is. Anyway, that question really hit home. My parents were pressuring me about that earlier today as a matter of fact. They sent me another bloody owl speaking of how they wanted me to "make them proud" this Christmas. Psch, yea right. Hell if I'm gonna go sell myself to Voldemort for a Christmas present. They can dream. on. Yet...didn't I want to join the Dark Lord? I mean, it's just something I was expected to do...a thing I had always accepted as the truth...but after talking to Potter, he didn't really seem like the whole golden hero boy everyone said he was. He made me believe I had a choice...wether to join Voldemort or not. It was really strange...he seemed...normal...ahh what the hell am I thinking about him for? Damn it!
Harry P.O.V.
I really had expected to have Pansy say that she was a deatheater straightforward to my face...yet she didn't. She had hesitated and couldn't speak looking me straight in the eye. Ron's walking up to me...wonder what he could possibly want? Probably wants to interrogate me about Pansy and then about our detention. I'm not in the mood right now. Oh well.
"So Harry, you look like shit." he said sitting next to me and propping his feet on the table. I took this oppurtunity to glare at him.
"Oh thanks Ron." I said dryly, but honestly! Who in their right mind says that instead of hello? Wait...Ron isn't in his right mind all the time.
"Just speaking the obvious." Ron said jovially. I eyed him suspiciously, he was up to something.
"Spit it out Ron, what do you want?" I asked. Ron's eyes twinkled mischeviously.
"I won't bother acting innocent. How was it? Was detention with Pansy an experience to remember?" he chortled. I glared at him harder.
"It's possibly one of the weirdest detentions I've ever had in my life Ron. She's weird and no, it's not something I'd like to repeat, but I don't have a choice for the rest of this week."
"Well, what'd McGonagall make you do?" he asked. Sometimes, I wanted to punch Ron in the face, and this was one of those times.
"She binded our hands invisibly together and made us clean all 236 closets in the school." I said, a miserable note floating into my voice. I saw Ron stifling his laugh. My glare intensified if possible. Ron composed himself quickly and smirked at me.
"Sorry sorry, it's just a rather amusing thing eh?"
"No. No it's not." I said rolling my eyes.
"Whatever you say mate. So what do you reckon you'll be doing tonight."
"I dunno, but whatever McGonagall's got planned, I already know I don't like it."
Pansy P.O.V.
You know, I hate Potter's stupid fanclub girls. I mean I just want to eat my friggin' breakfast in peace, but noo. I can hear Malfoy snickering at me and I swear, if he keeps it up, my fist will be in his face. So, to prove my point, I have stomped painfully hard upon his foot, and imagine that! He shut his face! Stupid prat, it's about time. What are these idiotic girls saying anyway? Maybe it's time to slightly listen to whatever the hell they're babbling about.
"How dare you get into a detention with Harry Potter! You're not worth the dirt on his shoes or the dust on his robes! Do you think you're so high and mighty that you can get into trouble with him!" some idiot girl was shrieking at me.
"Yeah, yeah!" one of her lackey's added pointlessly.
"Not to mention the fact that you were in a broom closet with The Harry Potter! Have you no shame?"
Ok...so maybe it was a bad idea to remotely listen to them rather than tune them out. No, I don't have any shame because it was his bloody fault! I swear, these fanclub girls better lay off soon. I let my cool unruffled gaze turn away from them, letting their words fall on a deaf ear. Just my luck. Potter took that exact moment to decide to stroll into the Great Hall. This just set those stupid girls off even more.
"How dare you!" the main girl shrieked.
"How dare I what?" I growled.
"You have the gall to look at Harry Potter!"
"Especially in front of us!" added one of her other lackeys. I hear Draco sniggering again. I kicked him...hard. He coughed. I rolled my eyes and somehow Potter noticed.
"Did I hear my name?" he asked nonchalantly. Ron smirked as the girls he was looking at seemed to melt on the spot. They immediatly fell into line.
"Oh, Harry!" said the leader as she pulled goo goo eyes at him. I snorted, the look on his face as she leaned closer to him and he leaned further backwards to avoid her. It was really quite amusing to see how all the lackey's around her seemed frozen and unable to string two words together at the sight of Potter merely looking at them. They looked like they would melt into the floor with happiness. It was rather sickening. Who would act like that for Potter?
Harry P.O.V.
I couldn't believe this girl, she was practically trying to kiss me! Urgh...she needed to get away from me. I heard Parkinson snort and I took this oppurtunity to ask myself why I was doing this again. Oh yea, these "fanclub girls" were ready to commit murder here. I was much too nice of a guy. Damnit.
"So...don't tell me I'm the topic of conversation here." I suggested directly to Parkinson, easily knowing my words would piss her off. They worked to, I saw her fuming and it was quite amusing really.
"Oh, you're not worthy Potter." she said grinning at me. I smirked back as I saw the "fanclub girls" practically gasp at her.
"That's good, I'd hate to think you're going soft Parkinson."
"Wouldn't dream of it Potter."
"So if I wasn't the topic of the conversation, then why may I ask-" I turned to the "fanclub girls" in question and finished"did I hear my name" The girls were speechless, couldn't answer me without spilling the secret of the organization. I smirked knowingly.
"O-oh, just having a f-friendly c-chat with good ol' Parkinson here..." the "leader" said unable to cover the stuttering.
"Oh well, guess I'll never find out." I said my eyes sparking mischeviously. I turned to Ron. "Let's go. Did you hear? I heard this strange rumor that I have a fanclub. I'd really hate to think anybody'd join it, don't you think? I mean I couldn't never date someone who'd rather fawn over me with a bunch of other people than speak up to me wouldn't you say?"
"Oh yes, I wholehartedly agree Harry." Ron said supressing a snort of laughter. The "fanclub girls" in question jaw's dropped. I smirked and sent a conspiratory wink to Parkinson. She caught it because she smiled mischeviously, her eyes shimmering with amusement. I couldn't help it...she did look rather attractive...damn stop it! This is Pansy Parkinson I'm talking...no thinking about here...ugh. I could tell the girls saw it to because they were practically fuming. I could feel my smirk widen as I walked away with Ron.
"Later." I said over my shoulder. We went to sit at the Gryffindor table and Ron turned to me as I had expected.
"What in the hell was that Harry? You were...flirting with Pansy Parkinson!" he hissed. I smirked.
"Of course I was." I said as if talking about the weather.
"Care to explain?"
"Sure." I said as my eyes twinkled merrily at Ron's confused look. "My fanclub was going to rip Parkinson apart so I made them break it up. Look, they've stopped ganging up on her." I said jerking my head in their general. I was right, the girls had left the Slytherin table to find someone else to bully.
"True, but why would you save her in the first place?" he asked. In truth, that was the question running through my head to, but I couldn't let him know that.
"Blackmail." I said nonchalantly. "You see, now she owes me."
"Ahhh...you sly dog you!" Ron said accepting my lie. I smirked, was gulliable written on the ceiling? Oh well. Just then the school owl dropped my next detention note in my lap. Joy.
Potter and Parkinson,
Your next detention will take place at midnight tonight.
Meet Professor Snape and I in my office. Don't be late.
Professor M. McGonagall
I sighed and pushed my food away, I suddenly wasn't hungry anymore. I stole a glance at the Slytherin table to see Parkinson glaring at her notice then looking up to glare at me. I rolled my eyes, couldn't I even get a bit of appreciation? I did just save her from the rabid fangirls after all. I smirked to myself, who was I kidding? Appreciation or gratitude from Parkinson was like saying a dementor stopped sucking up happy thoughts. Wouldn't ever happen.
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Normal P.O.V.
Pansy and Harry met once more met each other in Professor McGonagall's office. It was midnight and both of the two students looked dead tired. Both Professor Snape and Professor McGongall were already there waiting for them. Professor McGongall stood up when the two entered the room.
"Good, you're both here. Now for tonight's detention, the two of you will be getting us these herbs" she handed Harry a small list with pictures "-from the Forbidden Forest."
"The Fo-" Pansy began, her eyes wide
"Yes. You both are 7th years and know enough magic to take care of yourselves. Plus, Poppy needs them tonight and I don't have time so it's up to you. Put them into these bottles" she shoved a handful of bottles into Pansy's hands "-then take them to Poppy when you're done. Now, in the Forbidden Forest, stick together. I will know if you don't. I don't think this time I have to bind you together, but if I find out either of you disobeyed this order, you'll both be bound together the rest of the time if not all day during classes as well. Do you hear me?" she threatened. Both students nodded.
"Take your time, the herbs are throught the forest so I doubt you'll find them too easily." said Snape, his customary smirk firmly in place. Both professors swept out the room. Pansy and Harry sighed. Pansy plopped into a chair and began beating Professor McGongall's desk with her fists angrily.
"This sucks! I hate you Potter! This is all your bloody fault!" she shrieked, a glare forming in Harry's direction. Harry shoved his hands in his robe pockets.
"Don't even completely blaim me for this Parkinson."
"Watch me Potter." she started to storm out of the room. Harry caught her arm. She turned to glare at him. "Get off me Potter."
"I don't know about you Parkinson, but I'd rather not be chained to you ever again, let alone during lessons! So we have to do this together."
"Fine! But I'm not liking this at all Potter."
"Good! Neither am I!" He growled and both left in silence. They had only reached one of the vast hallways when Harry once again submitted to conversation.
"What herbs do we need to find?"
"I dunno, but this list is way too long. Damnit McGonagall!" Pansy hissed. Harry merely shoved his hands into his robes...again. Pansy hissed obscenities under her breath. Harry rolled his eyes.
"Next time I feel like wondering around at night, I'm gonna lock all the teachers and Filch into closets..." she murmered.
"Psch, next time I feel like wondering around at night I'm taking my invisibility cloak." Harry murmered, yet Pansy caught it.
"You're what?" she asked turning to him. Harry looked to her.
"I bet anything you heard me, so don't make me repeat myself."
"Invisibility cloak? You have one?"
"Obviously." Harry said rolling his eyes.
"Then why in the bloody hell weren't you using it that night?"
"Someone else was using it alright?"
"Yea, but if you had had it, then we wouldn't be in this mess!"
"What? Oh please you're trying to blaim this on me again!"
"Exactly! It's your fault! It always is!"
"If I remember correctly, which I do...you were also out of bed after hours so you are just as much to blaim."
"Would you lot quit yelling at each other? Some of us paintings want to go to sleep tonight." an old man wheezed from one of the picture frames.
"Shut it you old geezer." Pansy snapped. Harry rolled his eyes again.
"Ok look. We both were out of bed, we both got caught. Now we're both doing detention like we should yes? So let's just get it over with."
"Whatever." Pansy murmered.
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Pansy and Harry stood in the middle of the Forbidden Forest. They had only gathered about 3/4's of the needed herbs and it was about 3 o'clock in the morning and both looked dead.
"I hate Professor McGonagall."
"Ditto that to Snape." Harry muttered.
"There's gotta be a bloody easier way to do this other than scouring the ground." Pansy muttered to herself. They went to the next patch of herbs after the next.
"Bloody hell." Harry sighed and fell to the mossy ground. He gripped at his hair. "How long have we been at this?"
"Look at the bright side, only five more days."
"That's a bright side?"
"Better than seven isn't it?"
"Point."
"Maybe I should have actually payed attention in Herbology one of these days."
"Sounds like a good plan." Harry murmered when a crack sounded behind him. He was suddenly alert but stayed quiet. Pansy turned around to look at a tree that had a strange moss growing among it's branches. She turned very quickly at a sudden noise before she was pushed and thrown backwards hurtling towards Harry and knocked them both over. They landed painfully on the ground and to both Pansy and Harry, this position was getting very old very fast.
"What in the hell was that?" Pansy asked.
"What happened?" Harry asked answering her question with a question.
"I dunno...I was looking at that tree when suddenly something hit me."
"Are...you ok?" Harry asked tentavily. Pansy's Slytherin pride immediately flared up.
"Of course I am! I don't need protection or pity by some Gryffindor." she spat.
"Then why the hell are you still on me" Harry asked slowly raising an eyebrow. Pansy immediatly realized her mistake and scrambled to her feet. She didn't trust her mouth so she resorted to glaring at him coldly. Harry slowly stood and brushed off his robes. "I am still wondering as to what attacked you however..." he said slowly.
"Whatever. It's the bloody Forbidden Forest, I'm sure it has all sorts of dangerous creatures ready to eat us." Pansy muttered.
"Like Aragog?" Harry mused aloud.
"Like...who?" Pansy said looking oddly at him. Harry shook his head.
"Never mind. We have to finish this."
"Whatever." Pansy muttered. It wasn't like she was acutally interested in what Potter had to say in the first place. They resumed their search, though this time Pansy was more on the alert; that last attack had done something to her and it was beginning to feel a searing pain in her leg. She lightly looked down at her partially covered legs because of her skirt and robes and saw a stream of blood running down it. She grimaced and pulled her robes over her leg not to attract Potter's attention. The last thing she needed was pity from him. She frowned as she shifted her weight to her bleeding leg and pain shot up through her. She frowned, she wouldn't be able to walk straight or mask her limp and he would deffinately notice that. If she gave him one thing, he was observant. That was something she really wished he wasn't. She frowned deeper as he added a new herb to their bag and marked another name off their list.
"Ten more to go." he muttered to himself.
"Good." Pansy added. She was itching to get to the school, her leg was really beginning to bug her.
"I think we should head this way." he muttered looking to their left. Pansy nodded but didn't move. She would rather walk behind him as to lessen her chances of him noticing her leg. He shrugged and walked on ahead of her. She followed behind him wincing slightly with each step. Yet both stopped dead in their tracks as they both heard a definate crack right ahead of them. An ominous shadow was slowly making it's way towards them and both took a few steps backward. Harry's eyes widened.
"I'm thinking...we should run in another direction." he said hastily.
"I-I...I can't!" Pansy said frightfully as she looked down at her leg...she could barely walk let alone run.
"What? Why n-" he cut himself off turning around and only then did he realize the blood running down her skin.
A/N: Yaaay for the next installment of House Loyalties! creepy music oooh what SHALL happen next! Review please!
Review Responses:
SlytherinDamian - XD Yes I'm glad I'm not rushing it, I've been trying not to and I'm glad to hear that everyone's in character. XD hmm...vibes? creepy music maybe...:P
yoyo - The reason they're getting along is basically because they're headboy and headgirl in this fic. I don't want to get other couples too involved becuase it's based on Harry and Pansy...but erm I can't make everyone happy.
panuru4 - XD Like I said to yoyo, they're getting along because they're headboy and headgirl. Personally I like Draco/Ginny and not Draco/Herms anyway. XD Glad you like. That and I don't really want to much of other couples...I don't want the focus to get off the main characters ya know?
CMaca - hmm...XD well this chapter should've answered your question. :D Hope you liked the answer. I think it's an interesting twist. :D
The Cheshire Katt - XD Yaaay I'm so glad you like it!
Damia - I'm so glad you like this story to. It's helping to work on two stories so that way when I need a break from one...I have the other. XD My other stories are sort of...on hold. Well I already had written the part explaining the deatheater stuff before I even posted the first chapter...(I had written 3 chapters XD) so now...you like the explanation? I hope so. :D Yes! Glad to know my story is making you think of the couple in a different light. :D
irishdrinkingjig - Does this count for...almost immediatly? I'm really glad you like the fic so much. :D