House Loyalties
by: angelicmayuka
Chapter 6: You
Harry's P.O.V.
I've officially decided my days can't get any worse I think. Then again, Hermione once told me that every time you think it can't possibly get any worse, it does...and you know Hermione; she's always right. I really was dreading going down to the Great Hall, I wasn't in the mood to read McGonagall's latest detention note. I really wish I could just stay in bed all day long and ignore everything, but who knows what Parkinson would do to me if I missed one of our detentions. She'd probably hunt me down, skin me and roast me. Just the thought of that scares me. Then again, why should I care? Sadly enough I have to get out of bed because I can hear Ron downstairs and he's probably ready to drag me bodily out of bed. Just as I was sitting up Ron slammed through the dormitories doors. I looked up to see his angry face. I shrugged, Hermione probably just bothered him to actually do his homework for once or something.
"About time mate, I was ready to grab a bucket of water." he said calming down a bit before speaking.
"Yar yar, what's up?" I asked.
"Hermione." Ron growled darkly. I smirked knowingly.
"What now?"
"She's raving about how I'm wasting my time when I could be studying and how I should be nicer to Loony Luna." Ron shuddered.
"She has a point you know." I said running a hand through my unruley hair. "We have a few tests coming up and you know Snape is going to grill us. Secondly, didn't you want to be idoled before?"
"Gah stop it Harry, you're sounding like her. Have you two been hanging out too long now?
"Nope, I've barely talked to her, I've been stuck in detentions remember?"
"Ah that's right. How is the Parkinson/Potter saga going?"
"Don't call it that, it makes it sound like we're dating." I said resisting the urge to throw up. Ron grinned maniaclly.
"What? You mean all those rumors aren't true?" he said with a fake gasp and look of shock. I threw my pillow at his head and hit a bullseye.
"Shut it, it's bad enough hearing the rumors around me without you adding to them."
"Have you heard the latest rumor? I find it rather amusing."
"Oh? Which one?" I asked as began brushing my teeth.
"Just the one that someone saw you and Parkinson shagging in the Trophy Room last night." Ron said cooly as if talking about the weather. I immediately spit out my toothpaste and began coughing violently.
"WHAT!" I shrieked my voice sounding a bit higher than normal. Ron started laughing hysterically while I glared daggers at him.
"I wish I could say it's not true, but Herms and I heard it this morning. Supposedly some first or second year was walking after hours and heard a crash by the Trophy room and took a peak inside and found you laying on top of Parkinson." he said grinning wickedly. "Something you'd like to share with the rest of the family?" Ron finished waggling his eyebrows suggestively. I groaned and started beating my head on the counter. Parkinson was seriously going to kill me now. I remember what happened vividly as I recounted last nights events to Ron.
I looked up to see the trophy I was shining was at one of the higher shelves so Parkinson immediately suggested I do instead of her. She muttered something about uniforms and skirts and perverts. I rolled my eyes but started climbing the ladder. I got to the shelf and leaned to the right a bit to reach the trophy. Just as I had grasped the handle however my foot slipped and I fell down. Right on top of Parkinson. An audible 'oof' came from both of us as loud clang came from the trophy crashing into the floor. Thankfully an unbreakable charm had been placed on the trophies so Filch wouldn't have our heads.
"Get off me Potter!" came her sharp voice from beneath me. I grumbled and she shoved me backwards. She then got to her feet with a vicious glare. "Can't you do anything right at all Potter? Are you so imcompetent that you can't even climb a ladder? I mean honestly, it's not even remotely genlemanly or anything. Get some respect Potter!"
"Parkinson...shut up. It's called an accident. You know, when you don't mean to do something? Stop harping on me anyway, it's not like you died or anything..." I said rolling my eyes as Parkinsons glare turned even more icy.
"Man I wish I'd been there to see that." Ron said with a grin.
"I wish I hadn't been there at all." I said with a sigh. "I mean I know she was pissed, but honestly she didn't need to go on and on about it."
"Well mate, it's not exactly like you weigh a feather or anything..." he said carefully but I glared at him anway.
"Are you insinuating anything there Ron?"
"Nope, those gits downstairs in the Great Hall are."
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Pansy P.O.V.
I sat at the table resting my head on the cool wood. I could hear girls shrieking at me from other tables and taunts as people passed my spot at the table. Hell, even other Slytherins were mocking me, saying I'd betrayed their house by sleeping with a Gryffindor or something stupid like that. I swear, Potter will be a dead man when I see his ugly face again. I mean I'm a Slytherin yes, but to shag our enemy? Wouldn't happen in a million years, I'm not that crazy or stupid. Even the thought grosses me out. Where do people come up with these things anyway? Finally the climax came, the I.C.P.F.G. came up to the table ready to give me the third degree. What's the I.C.P.F.G. you ask? The Idiotically Crazy Potter Fanclub Groupies. I was just dealing with these morons yesterday. Don't they ever leave a girl alone?
"Parkinson!" came the shrill, annoying, loud, obnoxious...ok whatever the main girl's voice I didn't bother to grace her with one of my witty replies. "Who do you think you are? You're stepping way out of line girly."
"Line? Where is it? I don't remember stepping over a line this morning...oh wait you mean the line between my carpet and my rug?" I said dryly. The girl gaped but eventually stopped trying to immitate a goldfish and tryed to retort again.
"Don't play smart with me bitch. We know you're game."
"Oh? It's fun isn't it, Pansidditch. The rules were supperbly made, seeing as I made them up myself."
"Stop the nonsense already Parkinson."
"Me? You're the one spouting off nonsense you mindless groupie. You come over here telling me how I've commited countless sins against the world and currently I don't even know what for. If it's about that goddamn rumor that I've been sleeping with Potter, get a life. Why in the hell would I sleep with that-"
"-Devilishly ever-handsome male?" cut in the ever-cocky voice of my current least favorite person on the planet. Yea, you guessed it. Potter was cutting in on my little 'conversation' with these morons again.
"No I was more thinking along the lines of disgustingly ever-egotistical git." I retorted throwing him a glare. He grinned and just for a fleeting second, I felt like those freaky fanclub girls...it seemed like everything stopped. I shook it off quickly to listen to his reply.
"You wound me Parkinson...you do."
"Yea yea, obviously not wounded enough to kill you, too bad."
"Now Parkinson you can't honestly want me dead can you?"
"You want an honest answer to that question?"
"Are you capable of giving me one?" he asked, a mischevious glint shining in his eyes. My glare on him intensified.
"Oh you-"
"Mate." came the interrupting cough of Potter's weasel sidekick. He turned to face Weasley then shrugged.
"Later all, no fighting while I'm gone." he said giving a wink. The girls around me all floated away with blushes and squealing like madmen. I frowned and glared harder if possible before turning away sharply in annoyance. How did he do that? He's saved me from the moronic fanclub girls twice just by talking to them. It was damn annoying.
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Harry P.O.V.
I settled down at the Gryffindor table and reached for my breakfast as if nothing had happened, but seriously, breakfast was the furthest thing from my mind. Why...why did I care that Parkinson was being bullied by those creepy girls? Ron was staring at me again. I was seriously starting not to care anymore.
"Harry, mate...I know you want blackmail material and all but-"
"-but what?" I snapped looking at him. He immediately backed down a bit and carefully chose his next words.
"It just seems like...you're...uh..."
"Oh come on Ron, spit it out."
"It just seems like you're...you know..."
"Obviously not, so get on with it." I said, my impatience growing further.
"Well...like you're...flirting with her or something." he said as if speaking Voldemort's name all timidly. I almost burst out laughing right there. Me? Flirt with Parkinson? Not in a million years...right?
"Oh come on Ron, think about who you're accusing me of flirting with. Parkinson? Get real. Anyway, since when is it any of you're concern whom I flirt with anyhow?" I said raising an eyebrow.
"It isn't, but she's a Slytherin Harry. You know, the evil gits that dwell in the dungeon?"
"Ron, not all Slytherin's are evil." Hermione said coming up to them at the table. Ron frowned at her.
"Yes, yes they are."
"No Ron, they're not all evil."
"Hermione, what planet are you living on?" Ron said incredously. Hermione frowned. I layed my forehead on the table and tuned out their bickering. That is, until a letter dropped onto the back of my neck. I groaned and opened it up to find exactly what I was expecting.
Potter and Parkinson,
Your next detention is at 10:00 PM.
Meet Professor Snape and I in the Great Hall. Don't be late or face the consequences.
Professor M. McGonagall
"That you're new detention note?" Ron asked, it seemed both he and Hermione had given up trying to convince each other that they were wrong for today.
"Yes, I keep them tacked up on my wall as momentos to the school for when I turn 100." I said dryly. Ron grinned.
"Oh yes I know they have such a special place in you're heart."
"You know they do, so special they deserve their special place at the bottom of the lake."
"Ok you two, stop it, the comments are annoying and stupid." Hermione interrupted with a frown. I made a mock pout at her.
"You ruin all our fun 'Mione."
"Whatever, we have Potions to get to and I'm not going to be late because you two are making sad jokes about Harry's detention."
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Pansy P.O.V.
Snape slammed through the dungeon classroom's doors as usual. He was pissed off about something again...probably the fact that he has to deal with the Golden Trio this period, can't really say I blaim him, I dread this class most of the time as well. Not that I'm stupid, oh no. I'm actually quite good at Potions, but still, I've been seeing enough of Potter lately as it is. Though it is always funny to see Snape pick on Potter, it always has been. I looked up to his little board after seeing him wave his wand. He glared at the class before sitting down at his desk.
"Don't start yet, Dumbledore has this wonderfully vulgar idea of mixing up the houses so we have a seating arrangement." he sneered as the class collectively groaned. I glared at Snape heatedly as he swept around the room pointing at the counter and saying a pair of names. He pointed to the front desk. "Finnigan, Crabbe." the next set. "Longbottom, Nott." next row. "Granger, Zabini. Thomas, Goyle. Weasley, Malfoy." he said, a sadistic smirk sitting firmly in place. I almost slapped my forehead, that was bloody murder waiting to happen. I heard Potter actually groan.
"Don't kill him or anything Ron." he muttered. My glare towards Snape was slowly getting worse, the class was quickly dwindling and both Potter and myself were still standing. If he even dares-
"Potter, Parkinson." came the call of fate as he pointed to one of the desks in the last row. He did dare and I'm going to kill him for it. I sat down next to Potter and dumped my things next to the chair. I was muttering dark obsceneties under my breath that I didn't even realize Potter was trying to get my attention until he slammed his wand on the counter in front of us.
"Parkinson!" he practically shouted in my ear. I flinched and glared at him.
"What?" I snapped. He rolled his eyes.
"Since you obviously weren't paying attention-" he started and I rolled my eyes but he finished his statement. "-we're supposed to start this stupid potion and without my partner it doesn't quite work out right now does it?" he finished in annoyance. I glared at him, this class was not going to be utter hell.
"Fine, whatever."
"Ugh. Do you want to prepare the ingredients or actually put them in the potion?"
"I'll put them in the potion, at least I know that I can count the number of stirs needed." I said scathingly. He glared but rose from his seat to gather the ingredients. I rested my head in my hands and let my elbows rest on the countertop. Snape was doing this on purpose, he deserves to be fried, boiled in his own potions...
"Parkinson, this is getting old."
"What?" I said looking towards him.
"It's ready to start, or did you forget that I'm not competent enough to do the potion right?"
"Shut it Potter." I snapped irratably as I skimmed the directions on the board. It was a relatively easy potion so I dumped the ingredients Potter had handed to me and begun my stir count. At exactly thirty-two stirs counter clockwise, I had Potter put in the roots he had finished slicing up. I began the count again, thirty-six stirs clockwise. The class actually finished relatively fast without the mini-spats I kept having with Potter over the stupidest things. I groaned inwardly, I'd be seeing him for hours again tonight Damnit. I was carefully pouring the finished potion into the vial to take up to Snape's desk when Weasley came by for a visit.
"Oy Harry, you hear?"
"What, a new rumor? I can't wait. Lemme guess, I'm a father now or something?" Potter asked sarcastically. I almost choked, he was really weird sometimes. Weasley had a wolfish grin on his face.
"Oooo no but I can start spreading it if you like."
"I'll kill you. Now what is it."
"There is a new ball coming up, the poster was put up a bit earlier this week but I forgot to grill you on it."
"Just go away Ron."
"I could...but my potion's done and Parkinson is finishing up yours so what better is there to do then bother you? So...who are you gonna ask?"
"Who knows."
"Well don't wait too long, you'll end up with Parvati again."
"Oh shut it Ron, you didn't even ask Padma, I asked her for you." he said which immediately shut him up as his ears flushed a deep pink. I smirked. I quickly scribbled both our names onto the vial and flew from my seat seemingly surprising the two dimwits beside me. When I returned Weasely was laughing his arse off about something and Potter was glaring daggers at him.
"Oh come on Harry..."
"Sod off Ron, you're starting to get on my nerves." he said in a dangerous tone. Weasely calmed down a bit and stepped backwards a few steps.
"Now now, don't go all hex-happy on me there, just pointing out the obvious."
"Sod off!"
"Right right, I get the picture." he said with a smirk and walked off toward's Granger's table, probably off to bother her instead. I rose an eyebrow at Potter as I saw him literally throwing his things back into his bag angrily.
"What's wrong with you?" I asked in wonder. He glared at me
"Leave me alone." he snapped. I frowned.
"Don't bite my head off Potter. All I said-"
"I know what you said Parkinson, and why do you bloody give? It's not like you actually care so don't bother asking." he said in annoyance and was out the door the second Snape said we were dismissed. I smirked, so even he got angry with his friends. He hadn't even waited for that Granger girl whom actually came up to me.
"Did you do something to Harry?" she asked with a frown. I smirked.
"Oh so Potter blows off some steam and I'm automatically to blaim?" I said haughtily. Her frown deepened.
"No it's just-"
"-Just that I'm a Slytherin so naturally everything is my fault?"
"No-"
"Well whatever. It wasn't me anyway, it was that Weasel friend of his so quit accusing me of doing something if you don't know the facts. I thought you were all about facts Granger." I hissed before flouncing out the doorway. What does it matter...that...she actually cares if her friend is upset anyway?
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Harry P.O.V.
I walked slowly towards the Great Hall, dread filling me with each step as I saw Parkinson and the two professors waiting for me. Well it doesn't really matter, I'm not actually late. I walked up to the two professors completely ignoring Parkinson next to me.
"Now that you're both here, we'll describe you're next detention." McGonagall began. "This one is a bit different from the rest and was completely Dumbledore's idea before you go shifting the blame on us."
"Of course we both find it amusing."
"Anyway, you actually won't be serving this detention tonight."
"Wha-?" both of us asked at the same time.
"Actually it'll be tomorrow night." Snape said with a smirk. Tomorrow...something about tomorrow was trying to click in my head but I just couldn't remember. It seemed however that Parkinson did.
"You're forcing us to skip the ball? Whatever that's fine, I wasn't going with anyone anyway."
"No no...you see you both are required to go to the ball, but the catch is..." McGonagall began again but Snape finished instead.
"You two must go together but act as if it was you're own decision to go together for you see some writers from the Daily Prophet are going to be interviewing each couple that comes and we can't have you acting as if you hate each other so you two must go and must be civil." he said with a disgusting smirk. My jaw dropped and if my eyes had started functioning again I would've seen Parkinson's drop as well. No way...I'm forced to go to this bloody ball with Parkinson?
A/N: Three cheers for an update! hmm...I'm trying to decide wether Pansy should fall for Harry or the other way around.
Disclaimer: OO I DON'T own Harry Potter and co.
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