A/N #1: HA! Look, I updated. Really, I have alot of this already finished, just never got around to uploading it. Thank you for the reviews, they were super-duper lovely! I hope that this please everyone. And thank you too Matty for your wonderful touching idea, off adding a bit more drama to this: A VERY LIGHT crossover with the Gossip Girl's series.

Warning: Can be very dark at times. A lot of foul language and some sexual tension.

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Disclaimer: All characters belong to the lovely women- JK Rowling and Cecily von Ziegesar with the exception of a few originals.

The Flower and Dragon

Or perhaps in Slytherin

You'll make your real friends,

Those cunning folk use any means

To achieve their ends.

--Chapter 2

"Is anyone sitting here?" Came a voice from the door.

Pansy who had been strangely immersed in a book called, "Long Lost- Finally Found", a book about three wizards who go out to fight a dragon to win a witches heart. Each different in their own way and each the same in there own way. The witch was really not who they thought though in the end, she's really a hag. But even though she's not beautiful like they thought, the third wizard still falls in love with her. When the moon rises for the first time, the hag realizes that he isn't who what she thought, but even threw their complicated lives they fall in love. Though the book was once a best seller, now it's forced in the bottom shelf. Pansy found it by accident while searching for an old ruins book.

Pansy liked to pretend that she was the hag at times, and that really, somewhere out there, a wizard was fighting for her. Her dragon slayer, Hmm… More like my own Dragon. That is what he's named after, after all, Pansy smiled softly to herself, lowering the book from the end of her nose.

After her mother had dropped Cal and Pansy off at the station, Pansy didn't go to her normal seat in the Slytherin compartment. Instead she went to one as far up she could find. She didn't want to face everyone, not yet at least. She wasn't even sure she could tell them that Draco had finally wrote to her. As much as she wanted to rub in Daphne's face, she couldn't.

Looking up, Pansy met the gaze of Blaise Zabini. He grown at least another foot or two, and his dark hair had grown out. If Pansy's mother had seen it she would have freaked. It was unruly, curling around his ears and forehead. But for some odd reason, Pansy found it sexy how it fell in his dark eyes. She gave him a small smile and shook her head for him to sit down. She hid her face behind the book, hoping he wouldn't see the small amount of blush creeping up her neck.

"So," Blaise started, leaning over in his seat across from Pansy. "Have a good summer?"

Pansy lowered the book down once again and nodded.

He just chuckled. "Not going to talk to me are you, then?"

Nod.

"Fine. That's okay. But I should remind you, Pansy, that your not the only one whose been worried." Said Blaise. He put his hand on the top of her book and pushed down ward till it was laying flat in her lap. Pansy didn't even protest. "There. Much better. You know I can't stand to talk to people when I can't see the whites of their eyes."

Pansy fidgeted slightly. What if he hadn't gotten a letter from Draco? What if he doesn't know? Oh, stop that Pansy. Of course he got a letter, why else would he be in here? Pansy sighed. "Di- Did you get a letter?" She finally asked, staring him directly in his eyes.

Blaise shook his head.

HA! I knew it! Draco didn't really; he just wants me to feel safer, Pansy thought to herself, lowering her gaze with a small scowl. I must have been insane to think that Draco could care so much about me. He's a Malfoy. Cold-blooded, rich, powerful, slimy, rotten, cocky bas-

"You should stop those thoughts right there." Blaise warned. Pansy's head snapped up at him, her eyes narrowed at him pointedly. "Look, Draco didn't write to me. He told me in person."

WHAT? "Liar." Of course he's not a liar. Draco was probably with him all summer, sleeping around with all those gross pureblood sluts.

"Pansy, I can't tell you right now. I can't do it in the open, I'm sorry, but you have to believe me. It's nothing like you think." Blaise retorted. "I honestly was quite shocked when he told me… I didn't know he cared so much…"

So he does care? "Care about what?" She snapped, shoving her book back in her bag.

Blaise chuckled. "You."

Pansy resisted her urge to grin like a fool and just muttered, "Oh." Softly, trying her hardest to look innocent and naïve to the statement. Half of her would have loved nothing more than to just jump up and hug Blaise tightly, but the other half was telling her to do other wise.

She watched from the corner of her eye, as Blaise sat up, crossing his arms over his chest, and leaning back into the seat, watching her with a small glint in his eyes. "So," He stated, pulling a small carton from the inside of his robe and pulling a long, thinly wrapped cigarette out. "I hear you and Fallon had an interesting summer." He stated, using his wand to light the end of the cigarette and then placed it in between his lips.

"Yes, I guess you could say that." Muttered Pansy, waving her hand in the air to keep from breathing in the smoke, which she realized wasn't anything more than a monkshood and scurvy grass. The smell lingered though, and it wasn't that pleasant after a few hours. It began to reek and smelled of spoiling pumpkin juice. "God, Blaise. Can't you at least open a window?" Pansy coughed.

"Oh. Right. Sorry." He muttered, using his wand to pull the hinges of the train window open. "Hey, look whose back!"

Pansy's inside's squirmed. Draco… he's back, Pansy beamed. She couldn't control herself at this point; she almost leaped out of her seat to see out the window. She spotted several familiar redheads; a larger, plumper woman was squeezing the two, while the twins handed them each a small bag, which Pansy remembered from her fifth year, they almost gave poor Professor Umbridge a heart attack!

"Where is he?"

"Where's who, Pansy?" Blaise asked slightly stunned, but when Pansy turned around he knew whom she was talking about. "Oh."

"Never mind." She spat. She could feel her eyes begin to burn. She wanted to cry again, but that wasn't going to happen, not in front of Blaise Zabini. Instead, she gave a harsh sigh and sat back down in her seat, feeling even lower than before. "I'm guessing you were talking about Potter?"

Blaise nodded, blowing the smoke out the open window. "Yeah." Pansy looked at him. He could tell that part of her wanted nothing more than to hex Potter to an oblivion, but the other half wanted to help him, at least so she could get Draco back. "He's not coming, Pansy." He said quietly, his voice harsh.

"I know." She spat. "I didn't expect him to."

Blaise sighed. "Yes you did," replied Blaise, reaching over to brush hair from her face. "Your brother told me about last night."

God how she missed that feeling. She missed the lingering touch of a Draco. She missed his silver baby hair's that always feel in his face at just the right time, the way his pale gray eyes always seemed to be consuming her within him. She missed the way he would wink at her across the room when he would jinx Longbottom's cauldron after Snape moved them apart to make Potter and Granger miserable during their forth and fifth year. She missed his stupid jokes that were never really funny and his stupid impressions of Granger. She even missed the way he would argue with her. She missed every first and last detail about him.

Her lip trembled and she sucked in, chewing on the skin lightly to keep her from crying. "It's not fair, Blaise…" She whimpered. Blaise nodded. "I- I can't…"

"Pansy, he had to do it." He pointed out. "You have to pull through this. You can't let them see you like this. They'll see your weakness and use it against you." Blaise warned.

She wanted to cry hard. She wanted to show him how much she cared. Was it so wrong? "I know." She said simply, taking a deep breath to control and pull herself back together.

The two sat in silence once again, waiting for the train to finally begin to move. Pansy had abounded her book once again, not bothering to read any more about fairy tales. They were causing her to become more of a silly, wallowing little girl than she ever had been, with the exception of during the Yule Ball. The whole night she, Daphne, and Fallon had spent three hours dressing and fixing their hair. Pansy 's mother had bought her the girliest looking dressrobe that De'Luc's made. That's a robe shop in France that her mother was very found of. The dressrobe was the color of frosted pink, like the color of pink rose. It was covered in lace and even had pearl buttons where the hooks would be. Everyone else wore plan colored robes with maybe a few add-ons, like Daphne wore a purple dress with a wrinkled material. So Pansy dressed up a bit more than needed? It was what she was known for, was it not?

Being the biggest Prima Donna?

So she liked attention and she liked having control at times? Really, who didn't? It's not like she could help it. She grew up being spoiled by her father and raved at by her mother. She liked to exaggerate everything at times. Not to the point that they're unbelievable, but just till everything was more interesting. It was part of her sneaky, Slytherin skills though. After all, a Slytherin uses what powers they do have, to get what they want. It's called ambition. And that was something Pansy had always been strict about. She never leaves a task undone. How very Granger of her?

"Anything off the trolley, dear?"

Pansy adverted her gaze from the window over to watch as Blaise rose. She eyed the Minkim's Every Flavor Toffee's. She was half tempted to buy a box. She loved the cotton candy and strawberry tart flavored ones. She and Draco, back in their earlier years, would buy a box and share, daring each other to eat the green and black ones. Draco always ended up losing. He had some major fear of the green ones. Everyone always thought that they were booger, but they really turned out to be some sour flavored fruit.

Last year, after Blaise had gone off the some tea party, Pansy, Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle all stayed in the compartment. While Crabbe and Goyle stuffed their faces with the chocolate frogs, Pansy sat, eating a small box of toffees, while Draco rested his head on her lap. He wouldn't even look at her in the eye that day. She just expected him to be tired. After all, his father had been imprisoned only a couple of months before and Draco hadn't been sleeping well, or that's what he told her. Of course, later she found out the real reason.

He was too busy working on his task to sleep.

"Here," Blaise threw a box in Pansy's lap with a thud and sat back down. Pansy stared at the chocolate frog for a minute and sighed. "Eat it," ordered Blaise, stuffing his own chocolate frog in his mouth. "I've been ordered to watch over you, and the first thing you're going to do is eat. Your nothing but bones."

Pansy muttered small thanks and ripped the box open. Inside was the usual, a chocolate frog, ready to leap, but Pansy grabbed it first and nibbled on it, and a wizarding card. She picked it up and stared at the white-haired, twinkling blue-eyed wizard, an inscription underneath reading his name.

Albus Dumbledore.

Pansy chucked the card as hard as she could at the glass window, watching as the train began to speed up, the card flew out with a soft whisper. Blaise was watching her with a small scowl. Pansy whimpered slightly and slunk back down into her chair, releasing the grip she had on the chocolate frog. The charm on it had worn off and it had stopped moving and squirming. Chocolate covered her long, slender fingers.

"This is his fault." Pansy hissed, using her wand to clean the warm, thick syrupy liquid from her hand. "If Draco would have…" Her voice trailed off. Her breathing had increased slightly, and she was gasping, trying to control herself.

Usually Blaise would have laughed at her for her behavior, but this time he actually gave her a pitied look. His dark eyes almost looked glassy and harsh. He didn't need to see the card to know what or who was on it. There were only a few people who could cause Pansy Parkinson to act like that. And only one of them was on a wizarding card. There was only one thing for sure about this year he knew of, it was going to be long and hard.

As the minutes seemed to pass, more and more like hours really, the sun began to fall gracefully over the green hills they passed. They were barely outside of London, when they went threw an underpass and the compartment went black, their only lighting being from the lamps. Pansy had scooted all the way over to the seat against the wall and had her head resting against the cool medal wall. Her legs were crossed gingerly at her ankles like her mother had taught her and her arms resting in her lap. Blaise watched her from his own seat.

It was odd. Just being the two. Pansy was so use to the group of five they always had, occasionally six or seven, but normally when Pansy was with Blaise it was while he was with Draco. Other wise Pansy was off with the gigglett's. That was Draco and Blaise's fancy name for the group of girls Pansy hauled around with her. There was six of them- Pansy; Daphne; Fallon; Tracey; Millicent; and at times Bridgett Mendelssohn- a scorn-faced girl, who used the words like, "duh, like, totally, no way, and omigod" way to much.

Draco and Pansy had always been known to lead everyone around. Pansy was in control of the girls and Draco felt that he was in control of the whole Slytherin house. In a way it was the truth. It wasn't a total lie though; they were prefects, which gave them even more power. Pansy had even some how managed to become the Head Girl. Who ever decided that must have been seriously screwed up in their head. Hermione Granger and Pansy Parkinson, the Hogwarts Head Girls. What joy that was going to be… She still hadn't found out who the head boy's were. The only reason she knew that Hermione was the other Head Girl was from her letter saying she would be sharing a dorm with her.

Oh God.

Pansy shuddered at the mere thought. If only Draco were still at school. Then he would have been Head Boy. Draco loved nothing more than abusing his power. Pansy was a bit more mature with hers of course, she really did like the badge, but she'd never tell anyone that. It made her feel… Smart? Well, whatever it was that it did, she liked.

Half an hour later, the express had traveled far from home and was now baring closer to Hogwarts. Pansy's stomach kept churning every time the compartment door would open. Every time she would take deep breath, holding it till the intruders finally showed themselves only to be let down.

"OMIGOD! I FOUND HER FALLON!"

Pansy looked up at the loud shrieking, a small smirk growing on her face as she watched two girls rush in. Fallon's face was rather red and puffy looking, and Bridgett looked like she had just chugged four or five bottles of butterbeer.

"Oh thank gods!" Fallon gasped, plopping down on a seat next to Blaise who just gave her a curious look. "I've been looking for you all day! I thought you decided not to come back!" She said, laying her head on Blaise's shoulder.

"Of course I came back. You know I couldn't stand another day I that house." Pansy laughed softly, though the bitterness in her voice was clearly visible. "Mother was becoming to much to handle."

"Oh," was all Fallon said, watching her carefully. Part of Pansy knew that she was seeing right past the mask she had put on.

"I'm famished. Got any thing to eat?"

"Just a sugar Quill."

Bridgett's nose wrinkled. "Fallon, you can't eat that. You'll get fat."

"As if I'm not already," muttered Fallon with a small frown. Her hands instantly traveled down to her stomach, a small pudge was visible, but it was nothing like Millicent's.

Blaise's eyes rolled. "You are not, Fallon. You're curvy, and that's hot. Keep talking like that and I'll shove a whole bag of toffees down your throat."

Pansy and Bridgett both snorted softly at his comment, trying their hardest to keep a smirk from forming along their lips. Everyone with two eyes saw that Blaise fancied Fallon, he was always looking at her form the back of the classroom and in the common room. But then again, Blaise would flirt with anyone with two legs and boobs.

Fallon's eyes narrowed. "You'd like to shove more than that down my throat, wouldn't you?"

Blaise's lips curled slightly. "Is that an offer, Kirby?"

By this point, Bridgett and Pansy were both red faced and biting down so hard on their lips, they were sure it was going to draw blood. Pansy had her fingers clutched around the seat, holding her composure, and Bridgett had her hand covering her mouth.

Fallon shuddered slightly. Every one knew she hated her last name. It was so repulsive sounding and reminded her of some dog. She took one glance over at the other two girls and smirked. "Well, Zabini, do you want it to be?" She asked, her lips curling up in a divine smirk that made him shudder.

"Yes," He replied, his dark skin seemed to tinge pink slightly around the crown on his forehead, but he played it cool. "Do you?"

"Sorry, Blaise. I choke on small things."

Ouch.

Well, that had to be a first, because Blaise looked like he had been hit with stunning spell. He blinked a few times at her, but his stunned expression curved into a rather familiar smirk. It wasn't the first time that he had been turned down for one of his sexual conquest. Blaise was the Slytherin that all the girls drooled over. Even while he and Daphne were a "couple" he was still shoving random females into the broom closest, no need in going in detail here.

"I'm going to find the trolley. Pansy, want to come with me?" Fallon asked, glancing over at the ebony haired girl.

Pansy gave a small sigh. Part of her wanted to just stay where she was, but another part of her would have loved nothing than a nice walk. "Yeah, sure."

"Don't eat to much, Fallon." Bridgett reminded. "Were almost to the school, the fest will be great."

"Yeah, it there is one." Blaise muttered under his breath.

All three girls looked at him suspiciously. "What do you mean?" Pansy asked in unison with the other two.

"Nothing. Just go on. Bridgett, you should go find Bulstrode. She was looking for you at the station."

"I already found her. She was busy like, sucking Crabbe's tongue." She shuddered softly.

Pansy paused in the doorway. Wait? Did she hear that correctly? "Crabbe and Goyle are back?"

Blaise shook his head. "Not Goyle. His father sent him to Durmstrange after he was caught by the auror's." He stood, stretching his tall, dark body and sighing. "But Crabbe's back. Just as thick and grumpy as usual."

"Joy." Pansy muttered.

Fallon sighed. "Come on, Pans. This topic is boring me."

"Right."

With that, the two girls set out too find the trolley. After each compartment they passed, Pansy could see the lack of students. There were not nearly as many students than before. Most of which looked like older students, many grim faced and disappointed looking. Pansy felt a small wave of sympathy for the first years that had arrived. What if it this was their last of their day's to live? Pansy had never felt so strange, but just looking at them caused her insides to curl with guilt.

"AH HAH! Found--- Potter."

Pansy stopped, blinking softly, watching as Fallon bumped into the tall, raven-haired boy. His glass toppling down the bridge of his nose slightly. He was quick to push them up, his eyes scanning over Pansy quickly and then Fallon.

"Kirby, Parkinson." He mumbled, no real tone to his voice.

Pansy felt her heart begin to pound like a racehorse in her chest. How dare he even show up. After what happened. After everything that they had been through and he has to show up. It was sickening. It was his fault that Draco couldn't complete his last year of school. It was his fault that Pansy would never be able to be renamed a Malfoy. It was his fault that Draco was locked up in some old, dirty, grimy cave with Snape and the rest of the death eaters. Everything was his fault.

"Get out of the way, Potter." Pansy hissed, venomously.

Harry gave her a startled look. Just as his lips opened to speak, Pansy interrupted him, pushing him aside. "I said- move. It. You can save your heroic pity talk for someone who cares." She blinked back tears daring to erupt from her eyes, and pushed him further, Fallon just staring at them with disbelief. "Your not welcome."

"Parkinson, wait—"

Fallon reached out and grabbed his wrist. "Leave her be. You took everything from her already. Don't make this any worse." She hissed, her fingers tightening around his arm till she was sure it would bruise.

By the time Fallon turned around, Pansy was already locked in the train's loo. Her eyes saddened as she stood near the door, listening to the soft sobs emitting from the small space. She had no clue that this was going to worse off for Pansy than before.

Fallon had spent all summer with Pansy, trying to comfort her. Pansy had gone threw the denial stage, really. She wouldn't admit that Draco was really gone, merely kept telling herself he would come back to school, he was probably in France or Greece. Fallon knew the truth, everyone around them did. Draco wasn't coming back, not unless by some miracle he was proven innocent to the act's of the attack on Hogwarts. All summer she watched Pansy write him letter after letter, only to have them come right back to her the next day. She watched her, as she sat on the duvet on Pansy's bed, chewing her thumb nail, as Pansy would stare into the sky, hoping for some sign. Her brother Cal, had taken to informing Fallon of Pansy's action's. No body aside from the few Slytherin's, their families, and the Order knew that Draco was suppose to kill Dumbledore. The truth was still lingering. Pansy wouldn't believe that Draco had done it. That's why Snape left. Snape had to take care of it. Draco had told her about Snape's and his mother's vowel. And Pansy knew before everyone else that Draco hadn't finished the task. So now he was running away from the Order for helping the death eaters get in, from the Dark Lord for not finishing his task, and from himself. It was all a huge circle really.

Fallon stared at the door blankly, her pale eyes softening with every whimper. She had brought her hand up to the door, leaning her head against the metal and sighing. It wasn't till she saw a familiar bushy and ginger haired girls walking up to her. Both of them giving each other a curious look.

"Is something wrong here? Is some one ill? I'm a Head Girl," Hermione Granger boasted. "Should I find someone? I believe the new Defense-"

"Will shut up, Granger." Fallon hissed threw her gritted teeth.

Hermione and Ginny both looked dumbfounded.

Fallon straightened up, brushing down the front of her blue sweater. "Is it not enough that you already took everything from her? Can you not leave her be? Because of you-"

"I beg your pardon?" Hermione interrupted, her cheeks tinged pink. She had no clue what this girl was on about. And from the looks of it, neither did Ginny.

Fallon growled. "Do use all a favor. Keep away from us. We don't need your sympathy." Fallon stepped closer so she was only a few inches apart form the bushy-haired girl. She was nearly a whole foot taller than her when she was standing up straight. "Keep your filthy, mudblood, and the rest of your blood traitors away."

"Shut up, you foul beast."

Fallon's eyes turned to the red head, her eyes grazing over her slender form. "Your words have wounded me, Weasley. I didn't know that you had such great comebacks." She snarled. "Who taught? Potter?"

"What's going on, Fallon?" Pansy shot, pulling the door to the loo open. Her turquoise eyes widened as she met the familiar girls. "What do you want, Ganger?"

"Pansy-"

"Save it." Pansy hissed, wiping her face quickly, ridding herself of the stained tears. "Come on, Fallon. We have better things to do than waste or time with this trash." She was not going to waste another breath of air of on the,. She was sick of fighting. Sick of everyone.

Hermione's cheeks reddened. "Parkinson, you are a Head Girl. You should be setting an example!" Hermione stated, matter-of-factly.

Pansy took one look around and snorted. "For who? There doesn't seem to be much of an audi-"

"Hermione, Ginny! There you are. I thought you two got lost--- What is she doing here?" Ron Weasley spat, his green eyes sweeping over Pansy with a scowl.

Ginny, who had been clutching her wand around her fingers by her side, dropped it into the pocket of her muggle pants. "Hermione heard crying, so we came to check up on whoever. It was only Parkinson, though."

"Oh." Ron muttered, his eyes lowering. He didn't need to ask why, he had heard enough over the summer. "Come on, Hermione. Harry has something- er, important to talk to us about. He says it's urgent." He shoved his hands into his pockets, his green eyes sweeping up, searching Pansy thoughtfully with a frown. "We should leave them alone."

Pansy was so shocked that Weasley wasn't already calling her pug-nose Pansy, that she could feel her jaw hanging down. That was a first. Since when was he nice? And since when did he blush? She shook her head, straightening up, and watching as Ron took Hermione hand, dragging her along, and Ginny tailing behind grumbling. Pansy gave a sad sigh and stepped out of the loo completely, shutting the door behind her completely. She could just imagine Draco dragging her along by her hand like that… And everyone else muttering about their PDA as he pushed her against the wall, his lips trailing hot kisses along her neck, while he whispered into her ear softly, their hands entwining by her side—

"Pansy? Are you listening?" Pansy blinked from her daydream as Fallon jabbed her in the arm. "Oh thank gods. I thought you were getting sick or something."

"No, no. Just thinking," About ravishing Draco Malfoy, my childhood best friend, right in this very spot, "that's all."

"Right." Fallon stated, nonchalantly. "As I was saying, we should get back, where almost there."

Pansy nodded. She didn't want to leave that spot, not yet at least… But she followed Fallon back to the compartment, none-the-less, and was shocked when they entered too see the Golden Trio and Blaise all in a deep discussion. They all stopped talking and jumped up from their seats when they saw the ebony haired girl entered. Harry looking away from her: not daring to catch her eye. And Ginny who had her hand resting on Blaise's thigh affectionately.

Pansy blinked. "What's going on here? Blaise, why is The-Boy-Who-Won't-Die and the rest of these bent's all in here?" She barked.

Hermione was the first to speak up. Her cheeks flushing slightly. "Oh. We—We were just... Talking about duties. We forgot to meet up earlier."

"And you failed to inform me of this, meeting?" Pansy's brows rose threatening.

"Well, we wanted to leave you alone. To you know, clean up." She muttered, looking away.

Pansy could see clearly threw her lie, but ignored it. "Duties? What is Potter and Blaise doing here then? They aren't prefects."

"Oh. Um, well, Harry is Gryffindor Head Boy. And Blaise is the Slytherin. He's taking over for Draco-"

"Don't you dare say is name, you mudblood." Pansy snarled. Fallon, behind her was catching Pansy's wrist to keep her from doing anything rash. "Get out. All of you. This is the Slytherin Compartment. I need to change."

With out any more words, the four were pushing out of the compartment, not even looking at anyone. Blaise merely stared at Pansy, watching as she pulled a cardigan off and replaced it with her jumper, her robe following. Fallon was busy pulling on her shoes to even notice as Millicent, Crabbe, and Bridgett all entered the compartment, already dressed.

"I suppose you think I'm daft enough to believe that, don't you Zabini?" Pansy hissed softly leaning down in front of him so no one else would hear. Not that they were listening. Everyone was too busy gossiping and catching up. Pansy allowed his name to roll off her tongue like fire whiskey. She had always been one to resort to the last name technique when she was pissed.

"Pansy-"

"No, Zabini. Don't Pansy me. I want to know what's fucking going on here. What the hell did they want?" She growled. Pushing him back as he rose to calm her down.

Blaise sighed. "I can't Pansy. Believe me, I want to. But I can't." replied, Blaise. "Pansy, please, just trust me. You have too."

Pansy huffed. "Fine."

A/N #2: Erm. My excuse is I wrote this part at three AM when I couldn't sleep. Not very good, but I hope you still like it.

--Isabella