Pansy wakes the next day with a smile on her face. Somehow now she feels light again, more relaxed than she has been in the past weeks. Her perception of the world seemed to shift once she accepted that this was now a challenge, a game and she would not let Hermione strawberry-face Granger win, or her Slytherin housemates. She would be victorious. She will be the one walking into that Ball with the most breathtaking dazzling dress Hogwarts has ever seen, and every Slytherin would know that she, Pansy Parkinson, could not be messed with. She was going to take it all in her stride and be so nice that it would make Granger vomit.
There was a certain bounce in her step as she walked towards breakfast with Daphne, Millicent and Tracey.
"You've certainly cheered up this morning. Do tell" says Daphne
Pansy merely smiles sweetly at her friend. As much as she loves Daphne, she knows full well what her friends are capable of, especially with something as precious as that gorgeous dress up for grabs.
The Great Hall is abuzz with students chatting and laughing. The tables filled with a plethora of delicious food Pansy can't wait to sink her teeth into. She spies her favourite
"Grangers back" says Millicent nodding towards the seated Gryffindor's
Turning towards the Gryffindor table, Pansy is surprised that she missed Granger's return given how bushy and large her hair was today. It would be hard for anyone to miss the mane thinks Pansy.
Breathing in deeply "Good morning Granger" says Pansy cheerily as she walks past the Gryffindor table towards the Slytherin's "Good to see your colour has returned"
Pansy can't help but smile, joy filling her body all the way to her toes, as her pleasant greeting is met with nothing more than tight-lipped suspicious glares from Granger and her bumbling friends.
She has to stifle a laugh as she makes her way to her seat. This may be more fun than she thought it might be if that reaction is anything to go by. By being nice not only is she agitating Granger, but fulfilling her side of the wager. It's perfect thinks Pansy what could possibly go wrong.
Pansy's good mood continued throughout the morning, her mere presence near Granger seeming to agitate and infuriate the Gryffindor more and more. Pansy could see in Granger's eyes her struggle to understand why Pansy was being nice to her. Her frustration growing at a puzzle she finally couldn't solve. Things were going swimmingly for most part, until their joint potions lesson late in the afternoon.
Pansy chats aimlessly with Daphne, when Professor Snape swoops in, his black cloak billowing behind him, the entire class instantly quietening. He always had a way of silencing a room.
Turning to face the classroom he speaks in barely more than a whisper, "Today" he says slowly "We will be preparing the Wiggenweld Potion. A powerful healing potion, that can be used to heal injuries, or reverse the effects of a Sleeping Draught."
Pansy feels an uneasiness wash over her as Professor Snape's beady black eyes seem to single her out from the class and bore straight into her.
A sly smile crosses his features "We will be pairing up. Your partner's name will appear on the board" and with a quick flick of his hand, names appear on the blackboard behind him in a thick white scrawl.
Murmurs of disbelief fill the room almost instantly at the realisation that he has unusually paired Slytherins with Gryffindors. Pansy scours down the list, her name, Pansy Parkinson, appearing right next to none other than Hermione Granger.
Pansy's stomach locks tight. Was Professor Snape in on the wager too? It wasn't unheard of Professors partaking in wagers but it was very unusual. They normally left such shenanigans to the students.
"I got Longbottom" moans Theodore Nott "Wish me luck"
Well that is a plus side, thinks Pansy at least she will get a very good mark having been paired with the know-it-all Gryffindor.
Pansy can't help but roll her eyes at the look of distaste and discomfort on Granger's face at having been paired with her. Taking a deep breath Pansy makes her way towards Granger. It was evident that Granger had no intention of moving from her spot to the Slytherin side of the room.
"Good afternoon" says Pansy as she sits next to Granger " Shall I prepare the cauldron or get the ingredients?" asks Pansy as politely as she could.
"I'll prepare the cauldron. There's less chance of you messing up the collection of ingredients." snips Granger
The hairs of the back of Pansy neck bristle to attention, she clenches her fists, an angry ball propelling her towards lashing out and giving Granger a good slap across her face for her rudeness. She pushes back her stool and storms off to collect the ingredients.
Don't let her win she repeats to herself, biting down her annoyance, as she makes her way towards the potions cupboard muttering under her breath, about the complete and utter rudeness of Granger.
Returning to the table with the ingredients in tow she reminds herself again not to let Granger win and that there are only a few more weeks to go before things can go back to normal.
Annoyance still thrumming through her veins Pansy reads the potion instructions and begins placing the ingredients in order of use. Salamander blood then Lionfish spines, followed by Flobberworm mucus and finally boom berry juice.
It always made sense to her to place the ingredients in order, she didn't understand how others could just pile the ingredients in front of them, she likes them in a neat row.
She can feel Granger watching her with scrutiny, given she doesn't say anything Pansy can only assume she agrees with her methods.
They work in silence adding the salamander blood to the potion until it turns red; both peer into the cauldron as Pansy slow stirs the potion until it turns orange.
"We need to add more salamander blood until it turns yellows now," says Granger adding the salamander blood one drop at a time "and now keep stirring it, until it turns green" she adds
Pansy continues to stir in slow meticulous motions, she always found it therapeutic and relaxing to just forget about things focus on the swirls of smooth colours the potions made. Pansy smiles the potion now begins to turn towards a bright shade of green, as it should. They actually work quite well together thinks Pansy.
So focussed of the potion she nearly jumps out of her skin when she hears a scream, her heart beating frantically against her chest.
Her stomach lurches at the site of Granger.
A thick custard-like greenish-yellow slimy substance is dripping slowly from her brow, her mouth agape in shock. Pansy can't help but gag, her stomach constricting and releasing, bile reaching throat. Someone, somehow has flung the Flobberwom mucus towards Granger hitting her square in the face. Laughter erupting from the Slytherin's in the room.
"That's disgusting" croaks out Pansy unable to look at Granger, the urge to vomit growing.
She can feel the weight of the Slytherin's stares on her amongst their laughter, waiting to see what she would do. What would Longbottom do she reminds herself. She should turn and help Granger wipe it off, something she desperately does not want to do. Squeezing her eyes shut, she draws a deep breath and turns to Granger, whose face is full of fury, as she stares at the blob of mucus on her fingers.
Taking a cleaning cloth from the table, with shaking hands, Pansy moves to attempt to wipe Granger's brow. Nausea swirls unrestrained in her stomach. Her stomach clenching, vomit sits in her throat, she has never seen anything as disgusting as this before.
What happens next takes Pansy with such surprise, she can't she help but yelp as Granger swots Pansy's hand away angrily.
"Don't touch me" says Granger through gritted teeth, anger burning in her brown eyes
Shock quickly turns to anger "I. Am. Just. Trying. To. Be. Nice" grits out Pansy, her blood now pumping furiously, her temples pulsate. Why does Granger have to be so rude and make everything so difficult?
"Well don't. It doesn't suit your character"
"Why you filth-"
"What's going on here? Who did this?"
Professor Snape is at their desk, fury burning in his black soulless eyes as he takes in the mess. Pansy can't help be thankful for his arrival, there was no way she was going to be able to bite her tongue any longer, and she would have surely lost the bet.
With one flick of his wand, the gluggy mucus is cleared from Granger's face and table. But even Pansy knows that is not a proper clean. Nothing but a shower will get rid of the stickiness and smell.
"When I find out who did this" there was a sudden hush in the classroom as Snape addresses them all "We do not waste ingredients on this," he says eyeing the class, and pointing a hand towards Granger before adding "Well. Continue with your work"
"Add more of the salamander blood Granger" spits Pansy returning to stirring the potion with vigour.
Anger still flowing through her veins, the air around them is thick with animosity and tension as they continue with their potion in complete silence. Thoughts of pushing Grangers head first into the now turquoise potion mixture swirling endlessly through Pansy's mind. She cannot wait until the Ball, and then finally then, she will be free to tell Granger exactly what she thinks of her. The bell that rang twenty minutes later could not have been more welcome.
With one swipe of their wands, the contents and potion are cleared ready for assessment, both Pansy and Granger refusing to acknowledge each other as they leave the potions classroom.
Pansy's anger has still not disappeared by bedtime, in fact, the anger had been bubbling and boiling in her all day like molten lava ready to explode at any moment.
Pulling out a piece of parchment, she analyses the timetable she has devised. She has decided the best way to move forward was to avoid Granger altogether. If she can't see her, then she doesn't have to be nice to her. She has worked out Granger's lesson plan the most likely route she would take to get to the next class. Apart from the classes, they shared it meant she could not see Granger at all.
It would, however, mean taking an alternative route herself between classes but it was a sacrifice she was willing to make, so she didn't have to see the bushy haired know it all.
Pansy's plan of avoidance worked beautifully for the remainder of the week. Other than the classes they shared, and meals, a time that most of Slytherin's dared not attacked Granger, due to the watchful eye of Dumbledore and McGonagall, she didn't see Granger. And when her friends questioned her on why she wanted to take the longer route to classes, she merely responded that she wanted the additional exercise before the Ball. Yes, Pansy's plan was working.
Feeling content as she thrums through the latest edition of Witch Weekly, Pansy lies back into her fluffy pillows. It was Friday evening and she did not have to be nice to Granger once since the potions lesson.
She hums to herself as she pours over all the hairstyles in the magazine wondering which would suit her and her dress the best for the Ball. Pulling her quilt over her legs, she makes herself comfortable.
"I can't believe it," says Tracey entering their dorm with Daphne "Those two? Really?" she says shaking her head
"Apparently, they are down in the old classroom right now
Pansy's ears immediately prick to attention. The old classroom was located not too far from Professor Snape's potion class. No-one really knew if it was an old classroom or not, it was barren, lacking furniture or any items that a normal classroom would hold not even a stray vial could be found. It was the perfect venue to scare and tease the first year Slytherin's with, threats of locking them in overnight as well as for snogging students to be alone. Not that Pansy understood the fascination with that, yes you were alone but there was hardly any ambiance or anywhere comfortable to sit or lie as the case may be.
"Who two?" asks Pansy eagerly
"Theo and Bridget," says Daphne screwing up her nose "but I don't believe it. Bridget's parents would lose it."
A sly grin passes Pansy's lips. Bridget and Theo have been the main agitators of the wager, it would be nice to have some dirt on the two and finding them in a compromising position would be wonderful ammunition for the future.
"Well there's one way to find out," says Pansy kicking her blankets off "Let's go"
"Where?" asks Tracey
"The old classroom of course," says Pansy making her way to her cupboard and grabbing a thick woollen coat, another fine purchase from Madam Bellance's.
"Pansy-"
"Come on. I need witnesses" says Pansy
"If you insist," says Daphne smiling mischievous, she too obviously wanting to catch Theo and Bridget out in the throes of passion.
Pansy pulls the dark woollen coat tightly around her, pushing her chin deep within the collar the moment they enter the hallway from the Slytherin Common Room. Typical of Scottish weather, the sunny day has turned into a chilly night with a frosty bite to it.
The darkness thick in the halls, the illuminated torches hanging from the stone walls barely shedding light as they cautiously make their way down to the old classroom.
Silently and stealthily they approach the old Classroom, adrenaline flooding her system, at the prospect of catching Theo and Bridget out and finally having the upper hand.
Pansy stands near the door, listening. She strains to hear voices or other insinuating noises. She listens intently. She can't hear anything, she quirks a confused eyebrow to Tracey and Daphne. Driven by curiosity her fingertips tingle as she quietly opens the door, attempting to focus her eyes on any movement in the dimly lit room. She can't see anyone.
Just as Pansy is about to turn and tell her friends so, she feels the sudden push of hands in her spine, thrusting her into the room and almost tumbling her to the floor. Pansy spins around quickly at the sound of the heavy wooden door slamming shut.
"What in bloody Merlin's name-"
She tries to open the door, twisting the knob frantically left to right, but it was all in vain. The door holds stubbornly in its place. Nothing was going to budge it.
"Daphne, Tracey" calls out Pansy but the reply is merely the sound of giggles from the other side of the door
A shudder runs through her. It was locked. She was locked in, trapped. Her friends had locked her in the room. She was stuck, she began to feel claustrophobic as the air thickened around her. She searches frantically around the door for a weak spot, a crack she can break open.
"Nice friends you have there"
Pansy screams spinning around peering intently into the dimly lit room, so scared that her heart missed a beat. She wasn't alone. It took only a moment for her to realise that the other person was none other than Granger, sitting calmly against the stone wall, her legs and arms crossed staring at Pansy with an annoyed look on her face.
"Bloody hell." mumbles Pansy turning back to the door "Daphne, Tracey" she yells pounding her fist on the door before a lightning bolt idea strikes her - I'm a witch. Pulling her wand from her coat she instantly feels calmer as she feels the magic wood between her fingers. Pointing her wand at the door "Alohomora" she says.
Nothing
"Tried that." comes the annoying voice from behind "seems like your ... friends are very good at locking charms".
Of course, they are thinks Pansy it's one of the first spells one learns as a Pureblood. Family secrets and heirlooms needed to be protected, locked and hidden away from undeserving eyes. Only Millicent was better than Daphne at locking charms.
A rustling sound has her casting her eyes downwards, a piece of torn parchment slides under the door, coupled with more sounds of giggling. She furrows her brow in annoyance, her hands on her hips, when she gets out of here she is going to kill them. Written in Daphne's neat handwriting are the words remember, be nice Pansy
Pansy turns and slides down a nearby wall opposite Granger, defeated, resolved to the fact she was stuck here until Daphne or Tracey let her out.
Both girls sit opposite staring at each other with contempt. Pansy bites back the urge to childishly stick her tongue out at Granger. Instead, she crosses her arms and huffs out her annoyance, for falling for such a simple trick.
Time moved slower than a Flobberworm in the sun. Pansy sighs, there was nothing to look at but the stone wall or Granger, who annoyingly had the produced a novel from somewhere and was now reading silently. Sighing again Pansy begins counting the stones that make up dull grey walls. This whole event excruciatingly boring and annoying.
Pansy pulls her coat tighter around her, other than her and Granger all that seems to exist in this room is an icy chill, that if it wasn't for this extremely expensive cost with built-in warming charms would be nipping at her very bones.
An absurd thought strikes Pansy as she wonders how Centaurs keep themselves warm in the forest, with their bare chests. Especially the female centaurs, Centaurides, their breasts exposed to the cool weather would be horrendous. It would be torturous on a snowy Scottish evening. She feels a tinge of pity for the poor beasts. Perhaps someone should leave a jumper near the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
A shuffle and the sound of Granger rubbing her hands on her arms draws Pansy's attention away from her thoughts.
Granger's knees are raised creating the perfect resting place for her novel. Her arms wrapped around herself tightly, hands rubbing at her forearms. It takes a moment for Pansy to realise that Granger isn't wearing a coat, just a jumper and those muggle pants, which Pansy can never quite remember the name of, janes? jones? jeans? - Either way Granger must be feeling the cold of this room. Serves her right for all her rudeness thinks Pansy looking away crossing her arms
The parchment still partly tucked under the door catches her eye. The words be nice Pansy shootout at her.
She huffs, looking from the parchment to Granger, still cocooning herself tightly into a ball, back to the parchment, and back to Granger. In the dim light, it was hard to tell but her lips might actually turning blue thinks Pansy. With one last look at the parchment, she sighs. She can't believe she is actually about to do this, in for a sickle in for a galleon, she thinks as she begins to unbutton her coat.
She pauses at the last button, drawing a deep breath she undoes the button and holds out her arm to her side, the chilly air instantly caressing her flesh through her top.
"Granger" is all she can manage to say as she sits there her coat open, ready to welcome bloody Granger in
Pansy watches impatiently as it takes a moment for Granger to realise that Pansy is actually offering to share her coat.
"No thank you" chips Granger "I'm fine"
Pansy can't resist rolling her eyes at the sheer stubbornness and defiance of Granger. She would be lying if she said she wasn't a little offended that Granger would rather freeze than take assistance from her.
"You're lips are turning blue and I don't really want to be blamed for your death" spits Pansy "nor endure the smell of your rotting corpse"
"Don't be ridiculous" says Granger who now looks towards Pansy's warm and inviting coat. The thick inner fleece tempting Granger to succumb and accept Pansy's offer.
As Granger weighs up her options, Pansy can feel the hairs on her arm stand to attention, small goosebumps tingling on her arms and chest, this room was so cold, no wonder boys brought girls here, you had no option but to cuddle to stay warm.
"Come on" hurries Pansy "I'm getting bloody cold too now"
A few more moments pass, and Pansy is sure that this stubborn Gryffindor would actually choose to freeze to death over her coat. She feels like a fool sitting there, her arm stretched out until reluctantly Granger closes her book and begins slowly to make her way towards Pansy. A satisfied grin crosses Pansy's, she had actually won. It may have been a forced small victory but she had actually won.
Pansy shivers from the coolness of Granger's clothing as she leans into Pansy slowly and tentatively as if waiting for something bad to happen.
Granger sighs as the warmth of Pansy's coat and body heat penetrate through her cool clothes. She gasps and marvels as the coat magically enlarges to engulf both of them in its warm woolly goodness.
"It's designed to be fitted. It tailors to your body if you change shape" advises Pansy "hopefully I don't ever get to the size of two people" she says
"I don't think that would ever happen. You look after yourself too well" Granger says barely in a whisper as she instinctively moves closer to Pansy in the hope of comfort and warmth
Lost for words, Pansy can feel her cheeks heat into a blush at the compliment. This is actually the most civil either have been to each other since, well, since forever.
Pansy desperately searches the room for something to focus on rather than the fact she is sitting in a classroom with her arm around Granger, practically cuddling her of all people. She wiggles her toes, and clenches and releases the muscles in her legs. She has never felt so awkward and uncomfortable despite how perfectly moulded Granger is against her.
Obviously oblivious to the fact of this ridiculousness of the situation or perhaps simply trying to distract herself Granger begins reading her novel again.
So bored, Pansy casts a secretive sideways glance at the novel Granger is reading. She's never read a muggle novel, but there are only so many times you can count the number of stones on the wall before you become as looney as Lovegood.
Pansy can't sustain this silence anymore. The silence between them building the awkwardness in Pansy to the point she just wants to scream.
"What are you reading?" she asks in a feeble attempt to suppress the growing urge to smash through the door and run back to her dormitory.
"To Kill a Mockingbird"
Pansy gasps in shock "Why in Merlin's name do you want to learn how to kill a Mockingbird?" Her eyes wide in shock and dismay, Mockingbirds were so little and delicate, it sounded completely barbaric.
Pansy tenses, the look that Granger gives her is one of complete disbelief as if she is a complete idiot.
"It's not a how-to book" chips Granger before returning to her page ignoring Pansy's attempt at small talk.
Granger's about as talkative as the stone walls. Pansy is positive that Granger would rather see her at the bottom of the Great Lake getting attacked by mere-people than be here, but none-the-less here they are and Pansy is bored.
"What's it about then," asks Pansy
Slamming the book shut "why are you being nice to me Parkinson?. What are you up to?" spits Hermione accusingly her eyes narrowed in utter distrust
Because I have to, you stupid bint are the words on the tip of Pansy's tongue. Taking a steady breath, "I'm stuck here too Granger, in case you hadn't noticed. This isn't my ideal way to spend a Friday night. I'm bored and I was just trying to kill time. I'm just trying to be helpful and you are just being rude and obnoxious." she says instead, which is not exactly a lie, as she turns her head from a shocked Granger in irritation.
She can feel the blood pumping fast through her veins, Granger has a way of vexing Pansy to the point her stomach turns, and here she is stuck in an unpleasant and uncomfortable position. Just count the stones again Pansy she tells herself.
Moments of silence pass, as Pansy stares at the stone wall, making imaginary shapes cast from the nearby flickering candlelight.
"It's about racial inequality" whispers Granger
"What?" says Pansy unable to keep the annoyed tone from her voice
"The book. It's about racial inequality"
Pansy refuses to answer or look towards Granger, instead choosing to stare at the plain dull grey walls. She doesn't care that it comes across as being petulant she is still agitated with Granger.
"It's from the perspective of a six-year-old. continues Granger "Her dad is a lawyer who takes on the case for a black man who has been accused of raping a young white woman. I don't want to give away too much, but basically, the book looks at the prejudices of the society and legal system because of his skin colour"
Still refusing to look at Granger, Pansy wonders why on earth a six-year-old would be providing commentary on a case of such a disturbing nature. A good parent would shield a child from such atrocities.
That's how Daphne and she became such good friends. When her mother had found out she was pregnant with Pansy she began to distance herself from certain individuals, the Malfoy's for instance. Of course, they were still polite with one another, and would catch up on occasions but not like before, her mother feigning illness due to a difficult pregnancy when she wanted to avoid certain meetings. That's how she and Daphne became such good friends, her mother choosing to associate more with the neutral Greengrass'.
"I could lend it to you if you like" suggests Granger, which Pansy knows full well is some sort of peace offering.
Pansy merely shrugs, she too could be as stubborn as Granger.
Granger sighs. Not nice is it when someone is utterly rude thinks Pansy feeling some level of retribution. She can sense rather Granger's thought ticking over in her mind. Again moments passed in awkward silence.
"Are you excited for the Ball?" asks Granger
I was until this stupid bet thinks Pansy still remaining silent. The Ball was the reason she is stuck in a cold room with Granger.
"Lavender thinks the Green Hartlets will be performing."
"What? Really?" blurts our Parkinson unable to contain her excitement. The Green Hartlets were only the newest and most amazing band at the moment. Pansy has been desperate to see them perform. She didn't think Dumbledore could top the Weird Sisters performance from the Yule Ball, but if Dumbledore has managed to get The Green Hartlets, she would be more than impressed.
Damn it, Granger has made her break her resolve of ignoring her until this whole ordeal is over. The small victorious smile on Granger's face confirming she is thinking the same thing.
She may as well indulge in the conversation. It's better than staring silently at the wall.
"Do you have a dress yet?" asks Pansy at least this was a topic of conversation she could get excited about
"No. I haven't had the chance"
"But it's only a few weeks away" gasps Pansy "How will you know how to accessorise, or wear your hair if you don't have a dress," she says staring at Granger who runs her hands through her big hair self-consciously.
Pansy takes in Grangers features. Granger has physically changed over the years thinks Pansy, her teeth no longer the size of an overgrown beaver. Her hair whilst still too big has tamed somewhat over the years, and she actually looked quite nice at the Yule Ball in fourth year, so nice nor Pansy or Draco had anything snide to say. Her hair thou she would still need to manage her hair.
"Just don't use sleekeszy" offers Pansy as advice.
Before she realises what she is doing her hands are in Grangers hair like a salon professional evaluating what she has to work with "it'll weigh your hair down and make it look greasy" she says so caught up on giving advice she barely registers the look of shock on Granger's face.
Her fingers feel through the avalanche of honey chocolate curls, the softness taking her by surprise, she had always assumed the tangled mess of curls would feel wiry. "It might sound crazy but use Curlzup, it'll actually loosen your curls and give them a bounce. Millicent has been using it and it's worked a treat" says Pansy still unaware of the intense stare she was receiving
With her hands still in Granger's hair she looks down to Granger. Really looks at her as if just noticing her for the first time. Her eyes are mesmerising, brown sprinkled with gentle honey swirls. Framed by thick lashes they are bright and warm. She notices how Grangers eyebrows are raised with something between confusion and intrigue. The colour has returned to her lips, highlighting her perfect cupid's bow, they look plush and inviting. For half a second Pansy has the urge to touch them, to perhaps even kiss them to see if her lips are as soft as they look.
Like a bucket of ice water being tipped on her head, the thought drives her back to the moment and the oddly intimate position they are in. Thrusting her hands from Granger's hair she pushes her back against the wall again, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her body feels hotter than dragons' breath; she refuses to look at Granger, embarrassed by the strange thought and her actions.
Pansy shifts uncomfortably, shuffling her feet against the stone floor. That heavy silence settling over them like a hefty blanket again, the whole situation painfully agonising as Pansy wishes the ground would open and swallow her up. Granger sits rigidly next to her, as she too comes to terms with the moment.
The sound of a soft tap on the door has Pansy jumping to her feet away from Granger, her heart jumps to her throat.
"Pansy?" comes the soft question from the other side of the door
It's Millicent. Her shoulders slump in relief, if anyone could get her out of here Millicent could, she was a master at locking spells.
"I'm locked in" calls out Pansy
Pansy holds her breath in anticipation, unable to look Granger in the eye. She cannot describe the swell of relief and happiness she feels as the door slowly creaks open to reveal Millicent. She has never been so happy to see her friend; she could actually run up and hug her.
"You ok Pansy?" says Millicent peering past her, perhaps checking to see if she had hexed Granger and lost her side of the bet.
"I am now," says Pansy pushing past Millicent desperate to get back to her room and away from the room and Granger.
Confusion reigning supreme as Pansy hurries back to her dorm. Millicent is behind her struggling to keep up with her fast stride. The air feels thinner as she breaths in deeply, what on earth happened in that room.
Her temples pound furiously against her skull as she storms through the Slytherin Common room towards her room. Pushing through the large wooden door she spies Daphne and Tracey sitting closely together deep in conversation, scheming new ways to torture Pansy no doubt.
"Pansy" they exclaim in unison, pulling away from each other, shocked that she is out of her locked cell
So agitated and confused, Pansy cannot string the words together to form her usual tirade.
Blood pulsating through her veins she stomps towards Daphne, who is unable to hide the look of fear from her features. Grabbing a nearby pillow, her hair flicking across her face, she begins whacking Daphne hard.
"I. Thought. We. Were. Friends." grits out Pansy between whacks as Daphne attempts to protect herself from the onslaught of fluffy blows, laughing hard.
Pansy's frustration grows the more Daphne and Tracy laugh out loud. "It's not funny" spits Pansy falling short of stamping her foot in a tantrum before throwing the pillow in Tracey's face and storming back to her bed, drawing the curtains dramatically around her.
She may not be able to see Daphne and Tracey but their laughter ricochets off the walls straight into the sanctuary of her bed.
Flopping onto her bed, she closes her eyes and breaths in deeply, her heart still beating faster than a herd of galloping Hippogriffs. The smell of a perfume, not her own, manoeuvres its way into her senses, a gentle combination of vanilla and citrus. Her stomach clenches with nerves. Granger, it has to be Granger's perfume, she thinks
Shaking her head she can't believe what has happened this evening. She shivers the whole ordeal shaking her to the core, she can't believe she even for a moment considered kissing Granger, a girl, a Gryffindor, and muggleborn. Her throat restricts, her thoughts distracted by the softness of Granger's hair and her confused feelings. She needs to forget it ever happened, the whole thing.
She reaches into her top draw rummaging for something to help her sleep, and forget. Grasping onto a small vial, Pansy pops the cork and downs the yellow vial, twisting her lips in disgust. Sleep rolls around instantly, her eyes begin to droop, her heart slowing to a steady beat, each limb becoming heavy. Hazy visions of hands in wild curls, honey coloured almond shaped eyes and plush inviting lips luring her to sleep.