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Chapter Two

"What the hell is this?"

"What the hell is what?"

"This."

Draco slammed down a piece of parchment in front of Pansy and she glanced up from her book at the message written on the parchment: Hey baby, top o' the mornin' to ya! Meet me in Myrtle's Bathroom tonight at 9:30. She rolled her eyes.

"Seamus Finnegan gave that to me," she said, and went back to her book. The text was grabbed out of her hands and tossed to the floor, along with the torn-up parchment. Pansy just sighed exasperatedly at the sight of her heated boyfriend pacing across the Slytherin Common Room.

"You need to start wearing bigger clothes," Draco said, who stopped pacing and stood in front of Pansy, staring down at her gravely.

"I wear a robe! How much bigger can you get?" Pansy retorted, flicking her wand at her book and whispering "accio." It floated over to her and she caught it in her palms, opening it up again and skimming for the page that Draco so rudely interrupted.

"Well, wear less make-up," he said.

"Fine."

Draco sighed and sat down on an opposite couch, taking a swig of firewhiskey. Pansy couldn't help smirking a bit behind her book. Draco actually seems jealous, she thought. Finally, a bit of attention. Too bad it wasn't exactly the positive attention she wanted. Pansy groaned and closed her book. She had a Transfiguration test tomorrow in which she had to turn a chair into a litter of kittens, plus a paper due on the mating ritual of homosexual trolls, but she couldn't concentrate on any of that right now, not with Draco sulking about some idiot boys taking an interest in her, boys whom she didn't even consider attractive. Seamus? Please, Pansy had higher standards than that.

"I'm going for a walk," she announced. Draco stood up straighter.

"What? It's nine. You're not allowed to wander the corridors this late," he snarled.

"What are you going to do? Report me to Snape?" Pansy snorted. She put her things on the coffee table and walked past Draco, ignoring the incredulous look he was giving her and hastily swinging open the door that lead to the hallway. A chill swept past her and she wrapped her arms around herself, cursing that she should have worn a sweater. She didn't know where she was walking, and Draco was right—she shouldn't be out this late, it was against the rules. Pansy smirked. Draco didn't care about the rules, he just didn't want Pansy to leave him while he was on a rampage.

As Pansy walked by a suit of armor, the dark halls only illuminated by the light of the mounted candles, she heard faint footsteps approaching and froze. A moment later, she heard voices and ducked into the nearest bathroom.

"I knew you'd come," said a voice from behind her. Pansy yelped and spun around, taking out her wand—it was Seamus Finnegan, and she suddenly realized that she was in the abandoned bathroom of Moaning Myrtle.

"Ugh, get off it," Pansy groaned, flipping her hair back over her shoulder and turning to lean her ear against the bathroom door. She strained to hear through the door to see if she could hear if anyone was coming, but it was hard to hear with Seamus right behind her, babbling on about "no one will come in" and "I'll be gentle with you if it's your first time"…

"Shhh! Shut up," Pansy snapped. Seamus just closed his mouth and smiled, leaning up beside Pansy. She ignored him and slapped away the hand that felt for her thigh. When she didn't hear anything after a few minutes, she opened the door to leave, but Seamus put his hand against it to stop her from opening it. She glared at him and he raised his eyebrows at her, still smiling.

"Excuse me," she said.

"Have somewhere to go?"

Pansy drew her wand and pointed it at Seamus's throat.

"If I don't hex your fucking brains out, Draco will," she said, never lowering her gaze or her wand. Seamus took his hand off the door and crossed his arms.

"Fine. You're probably just a fucking tease anyway."

"Yeah, that's it," Pansy growled, hurrying out of the bathroom and briskly heading in the opposite direction of the Slytherin Common Room. Not a smart idea, she thought. But she wanted to get away from Seamus and she didn't feel like talking to Draco quite yet. She was stomping loudly, arms crossed, her eyes lowered—that's why she didn't hear the pair of footsteps approaching, the low slightly jubilant voices, see the ginger hair…

"Excuse us," George Weasley said, causing Pansy to jump back and look up at him. He smiled down at her and shot a look at his twin brother, who was staring down at Pansy with wide blue eyes. Fred cleared his throat and grinned.

"Pansy, is it?" Fred asked.

Pansy snorted. "Sorry. I don't talk to Weasleys." But she didn't make a move to leave, only crossed her arms. Fred grinned.

"Neither do we, usually," Fred said.

"Or at least some of them."

"We try to avoid them as much as possible, actually."

Pansy rolled her eyes and went to move past Fred, and he crossed his arms, grinning down at her. Without really knowing why, Pansy stopped and stared up into his face—innocent, boyish, but a mischievous glint in his ocean-tinted irises.

"We usually don't talk to Slytherins, either," George said, interrupting their gaze. "So come on, George, let's leave this lovely lady alone."

"To wander the dark corridors all by herself."

"Hope Peeves doesn't find her."

"I'll say."

"Bye then, Pansy."

Fred and George turned to walk away, grinning at each other.

"Wait," Pansy said. "What were you two doing so close to the dungeon anyway?"

They stopped and turned back to face Pansy.

"Collecting Finnegan," George said.

"He's up to no good, even by our standards," added Fred.

"Something about a date in Myrtle's bathroom."

"Oh, don't worry about that," Pansy said quickly, walking toward them. She listened to her boots clink on the hard floor, knowing that the twins were staring at her.

"Care for us to escort you?" Fred asked.

"Not in the slightest."

She heard them laugh as they turned around and walked in the opposite direction, back to the Gryffindor Common Room.

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"She's not as pretty up close as I thought she was," George said to his brother when they got back to the Common Room. They had given up on trying to find Seamus after half an hour of searching, and besides, they had only done it because Hermione had promised Fred a little something special if he did—George didn't know about that part, though.

"I dunno," Fred shrugged, settling down into an armchair. A huffy Hermione came sauntering over to them, staring down at Fred especially.

"So I'm guessing you didn't find Seamus," she said.

"That would be a negative."

"This is horrible," Hermione sighed, lowering her voice to a whisper. "You know he has a…problem."

"He's just horny," George said. Hermione grunted and tossed a glance at Fred, who gave her a small smile and winked. Seamus wasn't the only one, and Hermione looked very tempting tonight, her hair in pretty brown waves around her face and her cheeks tinted with a rose blush.

"You two can tend to him then when he comes back," she said, turning to walk away. Fred waited until his brother wasn't looking to stand up and follow her. When they got to a quiet corner, he touched her hair, causing her to turn around and look up into the feral grin on his face.

"A deal's a deal, Fred," she said.

Fred groaned. "Don't tease me Granger." And he bent down to brush his lips against her neck—the spot he knew she couldn't resist. But to his surprise, she moved away and smiled meanly up at him.

"I'm not. You didn't find Seamus, so no goodies for you."

"You're so cruel."

"You'll live."

To tell the truth though, Fred had been looking forward to getting with Hermione—not that he didn't always look forward to it, but the last time they had gotten together had been about a month ago, and their time had been cut short because they heard a teacher coming (they were fucking on the desk of an abandoned classroom), and not all of Fred's needs were satisfied. But he stopped himself from begging Hermione—that was one thing a Weasley twin would never do.

"I'll see you later, Fred," Hermione said, grinning up at him devilishly before walking off with Ginny and up the girls' dormitories. Fred grimaced and sat back down, arms crossed. Hermione was fun to fuck around with, but sometimes she got on his nerves. She was Hermione, after all. There was only so much of her he could take. He felt his mind drifting away from Hermione and falling on a certain violet-eyed beauty. He shook his head of the image of Pansy, but it was harder than he expected—he had to admit that something about her struck him. It wasn't just her beauty, it was something…something…

Fred couldn't quite place it. Either way, he felt very strange and self-conscious sitting in a public area dreamily drifting off about Malfoy's girlfriend, so he stood up and paced, trying to think of something to get his mind off Pansy. He sighed. Normally he would go to Hermione for a little shag at a time like this, but she had made it very clear that that was out of the question, at least for tonight. He gazed around the room, looking for a prospect. Fred knew he didn't need Hermione. Just as he was searching, he felt a light tap on his shoulder and turned around, staring into the smiling face of a very blonde, very shaggable Katie Bell.

"Hello Fred, how are you?" she asked.

"Never been better."

"Listen…have you done that paper for Umbridge yet? The one about…oh, what was it…"

"I can't remember, that bitch should die, and no, I haven't done it. But…we can do it together," Fred said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully and grinning down at her. Katie shrugged.

"Better than doing it alone, I guess. It's loud down here; come on, we can go upstairs to your dorm."

Fred watched Katie walk away and his grin grew wider. All thoughts of Pansy erased, he followed Katie Bell upstairs to his room.