A/N: I don't own Harry Potter
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Insane Prompt challenge: 56 character: Pansy Parkinson
Seasonal Challenges: Summer
Specific House Challenge 2 -Gryffindor
Trait: Daring
Writing club August
Disney Challenge: Tinker Bell - Write about someone with a bad temper
Liza's Loves: Vicious Mockery - Write about mocking/insulting someone - or someone being mocked or insulted
Warning: Triggering language
word count: 606
Pansy looked at herself in the mirror. She'd heard it all before, pug-faced Pansy, ugly little dog of a girl, bitch. She didn't mind that last one too much, she'd in fact made it part of her. Yes, she could be a bit controlling, a bit mean, but who wouldn't be in her circumstances. She wasn't pretty enough to find a boy, a man of her own. Her family wasn't wealthy enough, wasn't high enough for her to have a marriage contract. What good being a pure-blood if it didn't come with perks? She often pondered thi, coming to no actual conclusion save that she was better than a mudblood. Except... that wasn't right. Granger was beating her at every subject. Little muggle-born Granger, the Gryffindor princess. Merlin, she hated the girl. Maybe it was time to show her just what a bitch she could be? She'd even noticed Draco watching the little mudblood. Draco, her Draco, well, he would be, in time if she had anything to say about it.
"Hey, Granger!" she yelled seeing the girl outside the charms classroom. Granger paused. Pansy couldn't believe her luck. She was alone, Potty and Weasel weren't there.
"Yes?"
"I see the way you're looking at my boyfriend. Draco is mine, you little slut!" Granger rolled her eyes.
"I'm not interested in Draco, Pansy." Pansy laughed. The girl thought she could lie to her face. She shoved Granger against the wall, not hard enough to hurt her, just enough to get her attention. With her back against the wall, Granger looked... well, defenseless, weak, her coffee colored eyes open in slight terror. Pansy felt a bit a thrill looking at her. A thrill she hadn't felt looking at Draco, or Theo, or even Blaise. Slowly she got into Granger's face. Why hadn't she noticed how her lips parted just so? How her face paled in fear?
"Really? Because he's sure looking at you. I wouldn't look away from him if he was interested," she stated. Hermione shook her head. Pansy felt a flutter somewhere below her navel.
"I told you, I'm not interested in Draco," Granger stated again. Pansy blinked, the girl wasn't lying, she could tell. She could always tell when someone was lying to her.
"Oh. Well, he's still looking at you and I don't like it. Maybe you should find someway to make him stop," she suggested snarling and trying to ignore the strange urges to touch, to kiss Granger that had started forming.
"Such as?" Granger asked. Pansy bit her lip. Suddenly she didn't care if Granger had been staring at Draco, suddenly she didn't care about Draco one bit. With a hint of a smirk, Pansy leaned over and kissed Granger's lips. At first, she almost pulled away, but slowly she returned the kiss, adding a little more passion to it. They broke apart and stared at each other.
"That might be a start," Pansy stated. Granger nodded slowly. Pansy could tell her head was reeling, her own was. There had been something there, something she'd never felt. Could it be the magic everyone seemed to talk about?
"We might need to do that a bit more before he stops staring at me," Granger whispered.
"I think I'd be willing to do that. He'll be coming out of the potions classroom in a minute, maybe we should, um, position ourselves there?" she suggested. Granger nodded and allowed Pansy to take her hand. Yes, Pansy had heard it all, but somehow, now none of those names mattered. Now, all she wanted, all she hoped, was that soon Granger might call her her own.