Disclaimer: Do I even have to say this? Oh well, better not risk getting sued. I DO NOT I repeat DO NOT own Harry Potter. Thank you.
Author Notes: Here, my lovely readers, is the next chapter. I hope it is long enough for you, it is the longest one in the story so far...My sister and I worked hard on this one. I hope you find it as humorous as we did! Also, I want to say something, just for your futher understanding. If you have noticed that Pansy is acting OOC (very perceptive if you have) then I have a explanation. This story is about Pansy, who is supposedly really a distant/cold person, correct? Well, the point is, that around George, she looses her cool, and acts like a different person. Thats the point of the story...get me? Anyho, hope you enjoy this chapter
I walked cautiously down toward the quidditch field, unsure as to what my punishment would be. I was positive George would be able to think of something purely nasty, rivaling a Slytherin. Therefore I was shocked when all he did was to motion to some old brooms that needed polishing.
Perhaps this detention wouldn't be as bad as I thought.
I discovered a couple hours later how wrong I was.
He had thought of something so perfect in it's nastiness that I was sure he had ended up in the wrong house.
The first thing that struck me as wrong was the silence.
Don't get me wrong, silence is a wonderful thing, but this was painful--He was completely ignoring me.
I, Pansy Parkinson, do not put up with being unnoticed, and shunned.
Certainly I found myself wondering why I cared, but that really didn't matter because I was angry…extremely angry. I could feel loathing bubbling inside me, like dangerous potion in a cauldron.
This was before I discovered the second, and worse, part of his plan.
Against my will I could feel my eyes slowly creeping over to where the prat was sitting. Oooh, the gap separating us was tantalizingly narrow.
Subconsciously I did a few calculations in my head, measuring the distance I would need to jump in order to reach his throat before he realized what had hit him.
He shifted and I looked down in just enough time, sweat prickling on my neck.
What was I thinking? Was I going insane? I couldn't just kill him outright, it would have to be more subtle; oh yes, and agonizingly slow.
I rubbed the wax into my broom handle with renewed vigor and purpose, plans formulating in my mind. I stole another quick glance at his statue-like form; just because I had given in to my desire to look at him didn't mean my self control was gone, I simply changed my mind.
My eyes narrowed in vitriolic hate as I saw the pair of nice brooms he was cleaning. Probably the jerk's and his brother's.
Then, it hit me. Of course! How simple! Images of my perfect revenge flashed through my mind. Then suddenly I froze, my broom almost falling out of my frozen hands. I was now looking into the hateful prick's muddy eyes. I knew then I was dead; surely my forceful emotions of hate and dislike had shown right through my mask. I waited, sure that he would say something to me.
Who wouldn't after seeing the look that must have been on my face.
But he didn't.
Instead he smiled amusedly, which I was sure was directed at me, even though he continued to ignore me.
"What is your problem?!" I said heatedly, after a long period of silence. He seemed to not hear me and continued to polish his blasted brooms.
"Are you deaf?" No nod, just complete silence.
"I guess so." He was still polishing methodically. Two could play at this game.
10 minutes later….
"Talk to me for Merlin's sake!" He looked up finally, and grinned.
"I believe your detention is over Ms. Parkinson."
I shot him a look of venom.
"Fine." I dropped the polished brooms on him unceremoniously, and turned, starting to walk away.
I was ablaze with anger, but why?
The only thing he had done to me was refuse to talk, surely that wasn't on my list desired things. Then why did it make me so furious?
I filed this disturbing and confusing thought away for later. I had other things to do now. Lets see…my plan.
How and when was I going to carry it out?
I gave it a few moments consideration and decided that early tomorrow would suffice. But, the first phase would have to be done tonight.
I glanced furtively around, checking if anyone was near.
Well considering curfew was long since past, all the corridors were deserted. The only one who might have been a threat was George, but I was certain he had headed toward his quarters a while back.
Doubling back the way I had come, I applied all my stealth to traverse the hallways with complete silence. In what seemed a very short time I was standing back in front of the supply room, the dark night veiling me from any prying eyes.
I snorted at the ease at which the lock was picked. Creeping into the room, my eyes quickly adjusted to the gloomy interior. It took a considerably longer time to locate the gleaming brooms of those brutes.
I chuckled with glee as I picked them up and began my plan. I muttered a quick spell and replaced them carefully where they had been. I smirked with satisfaction.
My glee evaporated when I opened the door, or rather attempted to open it and failed.
Then I did something I don't normally do.
I lost my composure.
I began rattling the doorknob trying to pry it open with brute force. When my spells also failed I resorted to using verbal and physical force on the stubborn hunk of wood in front of me.
I beat at the door hysterically, screaming in frustration. All my pent up rage of the last few days went into the onslaught.
However, I seemed fated to humiliate myself in front of a certain…coughcough…professor. One of my more furious kicks ended up somewhere other than the solid monolith in front of me. To my surprise, the slightly yielding substance it collided with gave painful yelp. I looked up, utterly mortified.
There stood my adversary, flameboy himself.
"Uh" I said stupidly.
He looked up, a grimace on his face. "Was that entirely necessary?"
"Um, I suppose not.." I mumbled, looking at my guilty foot.
"What were you doing out here in the middle of the night anyways?" He said, his tone curious.
"I was taking a walk.." I started out nervously. "and a giant hippogrif flew by and the wind pushed me in here, and magically unlocked the door, and I was stuck in here for oh so long." I said wildly, my hands going into big spiral motions. "Oh thank you, you saved me! And oh, look at the time, I really must be going!" I finished off, and started to push past him. But I never got past him. He grabbed me by my elbows and shoved me in front of him.
I smiled nervously. "Yes?" I am so dead.
"You really expect me to believe that outlandish lie? Honestly!"
"Well, no I didn't. I mean..its not a lie!" I said lamely, whacking myself inwardly for my stupid words.
"So..why were you really out here?"
My mind raced, as I searched for a excuse.
"Fine, I think I left my special broom polisher in here…And I didn't want to wake you up, so I just came by myself.." That was more convincing.
"Oh okay."
Yes! He must have believed me!
"You may go now, just be careful that no one catches you.." I nodded numbly.
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I didn't sleep well that night; and it wasn't only because I only made it into bed at 2'oclock in the morning, I was just too preoccupied with disturbing images of my sure and certain punishments.
Naturally, I awoke…well, I was never really asleep, so you couldn't really say that…with only one thought sustaining me. Despite my exhausted state, I still looked forward to the results of all my labor and planning.
Today.
Today was the day I had been anticipating for quite some time.
I moaned and rose slowly from my bed every muscle and joint in my body protesting. After what seemed like an hour of preparing myself I took one last wistful glance at my very messy bed. Surprisingly, I arrived at class early; something I wasn't planning for and certainly not wishing. Especially after last night. I gritted my teeth and marched out onto the quidditch pitch.
OF COURSE! He would have to be here. Of all times, my mood is definitely not better. I marched stolidly ahead and sat down, determined to be silent. Despite his idiocy he must have understood and just continued preparing for the lesson.
I only moved once the other students began arriving. Positioning myself strategically I waited. When all the brooms were passed out and the students dispersed throughout the field I muttered under my breath and performed a very discreet movement with my ebony wand. Then I innocently continued with my task.
Looking through my eyelashes I was rewarded by a glimpse of a very confused George whose broom was performing a seemingly erratic set of movements. I barely suppressed a laugh as he reached out and tried to control it.
I had based my plan on this action of his, and let out a breath I hadn't known I was holding. When the broom forced him to begin waltzing, I didn't have to pretend I wasn't looking: the entire class was now focused on the drama in front of us.
Yet, as I watched and listened vaguely to the laughter erupting around me, the smirk on my face darkened into a perplexed frown.
My entire plan ruined!! And, yes, it was the prat's fault.
The infallibility of my plan also banked on another key aspect. I assumed, in my stupidity, that he couldn't dance. And what intelligent, scheming person wouldn't? I mean, of course such a lowly person from a lowly impoverished background wouldn't.
And, if I hadn't been watching with my own two eyes I would never have believed it. In fact, he couldn't just dance, he could dance. In fact, if I wasn't in complete denial, I would say he could dance as well as myself. So, far from my planned reaction, all the girls around me were swooning at his smooth gliding. After an agonizing few minutes, he stopped and swept an elegant bow.
Allysa Pumperknicle of Hufflepuff fell of her broomstick, the airhead had fainted clean away. I mean, I do admit no girl would be immune to this dashing, charming action of such a handsome hunk….WAIT! Did I just think that. Great, now I'm going to have to get my brain washed. Stupid, stupid me, I berated myself.
After gaining control of my thoughts, I concentrated on scowling with all the ferocity I could muster. I almost fell of my broom at his next words. "Alright, now we will be doing some running: three laps around the track." I simply couldn't help myself.
"WHAT!" I screeched. He couldn't be serious, I couldn't run if my life depended on it. What did I ever do to deserve such punishment. Well…actually, I better reword that. HOW COULD HE! I knew I was overreacting, but, my nerves were really pushed beyond their limit at this point. Hearing my loud noise, his head snapped around in my general direction. He looked confused for a second before finding my eyes, and smirking.
"Do you have a problem Ms. Parkinson?" He said it calmly, but I saw the brutal evilness in his eyes. I struggled with my conflicting emotions for 10 seconds before answering.
"No." my voice was strangled (I mean, of course, do you expect me to be calm..its running people. Running!) and came out sounding more like "numhp"
He smiled. "Okay class, follow me this way. Dumbledore has set up a track, or area to run, for us."
I heard a few girls groan, but I was silent, too busy drowning in despair.
There was one fact about me, that was weakness. I could not run. No, its not that I didn't want to run. Its just that I seemed to get the unlucky genes from my mothers side, which meant I cannot move my legs in a fast motion, or run. My legs moved sluggishly as the class moved to the large track. I gulped as we were told to line up. This was it. My death. My life was officially over. I would be the laughingstock of the entire school. Forever. Oh great.
"Okay, on the blow of my whistle, run. Remember, 3 laps, the loser has to run 3 more." I snarled without realizing it, and a couple people gave me strange looks before backing off. Draco and Blaise were in the front of the group, with a couple other Slytherin guys. They would obviously have no problem finishing the 3 laps required. I, on the other hand, knew that I would loose, and therefore be forced not only to do 3 more laps, but spend even more time with the red haired prick. Lovely.
The whistle sounded, and the boys in the front bounded off, quite fast in fact. Then the rest of us started to run. I am very sad indeed to have to admit this, but even the brainless Hufflepuff girls were managing to run faster than me. I had not even gone 5 feet, before I started to pant in exertion.
One lap later.
Yes I had finally made one lap, only two more! The problem, everyone else had just finished their second laps. Drat.
I scowled as the faster ones sped past me. Stupid prats. Even Allysa was keeping up, and passed me. How nice. As I finished my second lap, everyone stopped running, and left. Left me by myself. And I called Blaise and Draco my friends…honestly. As I continued to run, I heard the thud of footsteps behind me. Someone spun me around. Flameboy.
"What do you want?" I hissed.
He raised a eyebrow. "As the official loser, you have to do 3 more laps.."
Thanks for reminding me Mr. Obvious.
"Can you let go of me so I can finish those laps..I'm getting rather hungry."
He smirked and stepped back.
One lap later.
I panted.
"Honestly woman, how can you not run any faster, my great grandmother could outrun you!"
I didn't reply, as I was busy keeping my energy, and I if spoke, I was quite sure that I would faint from exhaustion.
"No wonder you look like a cow…"
You can murder him later. I kept on reminding myself.
"Okay, heres a joke. Who looks like a cow, runs like a slug and sweats a ocean?"
He paused, as if he expected me to reply. I didn't. I looked straight ahead, and kept on running. I passed the line. Only one more lap left.
"Fine. The answer is : Pansy Parkinson!" He laughed loudly to himself. I snorted inwardly. What a jerk. He couldn't even make up good jokes either. I didn't hear anything for a while, and decided that he had finally stopped harassing me. Suddenly, a figure appeared next to me.
"How bout we race, if you beat me, I'll let you off detention tonight." He smirked.
I nodded.
"Okay, start." Right then I knew that it didn't matter how tired I was feeling, or how much I was sweating. I would beat this arrogant, overgrown horses backside if it meant dying. He waved annoyingly at me before sprinting off. Better to let him believe he is winning.
Instead of sprinting like he had, I gained speed gradually, coming silently up behind him. Then at the last moment, I pulled ahead of him, and ran far ahead in a burst of speed. And I won. He then joined me at the finish. I panted loudly for a couple seconds before talking.
"I won." I stated.
He frowned. "I know."
"I won!" I repeated, almost happily.
He scowled.
"YES! I beat you at running! GO ME!" I yelled. Okay, maybe I was acting Juvenile. His expression darkened, but then he smirked, and I stopped my little victory dance, afraid.
"Well, even if you did manage to beat me only because I was running slow purposely, Ms. Parkinson." He stopped, and I blanched. The little prat was trying to steal my glory. "All your other laps were quite pitiful indeed, and so I will have to ask you to come and be personally trained by me for a month."
Okay, that was so not funny.
"Are you kidding me?" I said incredulously.
He frowned. "No, Ms. Parkinson."
I rolled my eyes. Now he was trying to act all professional.
"What time then, Professor Weasley." I emphasized the Professor part.
"After class, for a hour."
"Yes, sir!" I said it very soldierly.
"Are you mocking me Ms. Parkinson?"
"No, sir."
He smirked. "Do you really want more detentions."
I growled. "I really need to go to supper now, Professor Weasley…"
"Alright then, good ahead, Ms. Parkinson."
"Okay." I said, smiling innocently. As I turned to leave, I heard him mutter "cow" under his breath. I would not let him get away with that.
I whirled around. "Excuse me Professor Weasley?"
He looked horrified. "Um, I said, um, my mum bought a sow!"
"A sow?"
"Yes! A sow! Um, you see my mums going on this diet…And, um, she needs to eat um piglets!"
"Eat piglets?"
"YES!"
I blinked.
"Surely, you can come up with something better than that.."
"Whhat aare yoouu talking about??" he stuttered.
I smiled. "Nothing Professor Weasley."
He fumed. "Why is it, that every time I try to be KIND to her, she just gets all MEAN!"
I didn't expect that. "Um, maybe cause I don't WANT to be his FRIEND!"
He blushed. "I said that out loud." It was a statement.
I almost giggled, but stopped myself. What was wrong with me? Pansy Parkinson doesn't giggle. Allysa Pumperknicle giggles. Then, as if someone had heard me, I heard a strange animal-like grunting. I turned around, and who was there, but a very disheveled Allysa doubled over, grasping her cramping side. After what seemed to be two hours of Allysa grunting, and George and I looking absolutely flabbergasted, she made it.
"Ooh, Georgie, I needed to talk to you!" She cooed. Her cooing was very different from her grunting is all that I can say. "But someone seemed to have taken up all of your time." On the outside her voice sounded sweet, but she looked to me with hooded eyes, her voice poisonous. What had I done? George flushed, and I raised a eyebrow. What had I missed?
Allysa fluttered her eyelashes, and strangely enough, George started to inch his way towards me.
"Um, I think I should be leaving now.." I said hesitantly.
George turned to me, and cast me a look of utter desperation, which the Hufflepuff bimbo didn't see, as she was too busy primping her hair.
I started to walk away, but he grasped my arm tightly.
"Don't you have detention with me??" He said meaningfully.
"Um, no…" I started to say, staring at him strangely. What was he getting at?
I found out soon, as he stepped on my foot when I tried to move away once more.
"What are you doing??" I hissed quietly.
"You can't leave me here..with that creature!" He nodded discreetly to the airhead.
I laughed patronizingly at his ridiculousness and ungrounded fear. My laughter was cut short as I looked with utter astonishment as the said airhead launched herself into the air, aiming for a certain redhead.
"HEEEEEELPPPP" George yelled in slow mo. I didn't stop to think, but instead threw myself at the blonde torpedo and stuck out my fist, effectively knocking her out of her trajectory. I blinked with shock at the prone form lying at Georges feet. Oh Merlin, what had I done??
George looked up, and I expected a look of disgust but instead he thumped me on the back loudly.
"I do say, Good Job! That was a excellent maneuver!" he grinned at first, but it faltered when he realized what he, a teacher, had just said. He coughed.
"I mean, that was horrible! What a nasty fall from the stands! We better get her to the hospital wing."
My mouth was hanging open.
"We should tell Madam Pomfrey that she might not be thinking clearly when she first awakens, that was a nasty accident, and her brain might still be muddled." He added, winking at me.
"Maybe I should suggest a memory charm, you know, to get rid of the traumatic details of her experience." He said thoughtfully.
My mouth snapped shut. What was he playing at? Weren't we still enemies? He was acting as if we had some sort of truce. Whatever.
"I need to go to supper Professor." I said coldly, before turning and walking fast to the Great Hall.
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