Once, again. Thank you for all those who have reviewed! I hope you all like this next chapter. I personally found it hilarious.
Pansy was walking to class as if on a mission. The reason? Draco Malfoy was following her.
"Parkinson, really, we have to talk," Draco said, but more of a command than a request.
"I think I told you everything I wanted to tell you last night. Now please, be gone," she huffed and waved her hand as if dismissing a house elf.
All throughout the hallway people glanced in their direction.
"Yeah, but you didn't let me get to say what I wanted to say," he responded, desperately trying to keep up with her in the crowd.
"Tough. I gotta get to class or else I'll be late"
"We have that class together! Wait up"
"Well, you're walking too slow. I don't wanna miss anything important," she shot back.
"To WIZARD ART OF THE 12th CENTURY?!" he cried incredulously. "We used to skip that class all the time! You remember. We used to go make out in the –"
Bloody hell. Pansy definitely didn't wanna hear him finish that sentence. No stroll through memory lane thanks. Without warning, she started running and ducking through the throng of students.
It took Draco a few seconds to realize what she was doing. He started chasing after her, but she already got her head start. Plus, she was a smaller frame so it was easier for her to slip through the crowd.
Pansy continued by making a sharp left and then going up the stairway two steps at a time. It was less crowded now so she sprinted even faster until she burst through the classroom. She found Daphne and sat down next to her, trying to catch her breathe. Daphne merely looked at her and cocked an eyebrow.
"Don't ask. I'll explain later," she told Daphne.
Draco arrived seconds later, but he was too late to corner Pansy. Class had already started. He threw her an annoyed look, but she merely shrugged her shoulders. She mouthed out the words 'too bad' in his direction and that caused him to furrow his eyebrows together as if he was really mad.
Time felt like it stood still in that class, as usual. Pansy started doodling on her parchment. It started out as a pot or kettle of some sort. Then, grinning wickedly, she drew a fire underneath it and Draco inside. Suddenly, Daphne elbowed her. Pansy looked up and Daphne slipped her a note. Pansy opened it up cautiously.
It was from Draco. She didn't even need to read it to figure that out. The handwriting said it all. He always did have good penmanship. She sighed and scanned it.
'We should talk. Blah Blah Blah. Meet me right outside after class. Blah Blah Blah'
Pansy rolled her eyes. AS IF. What crackpot story was he gonna feed her? She wondered how he would explain it all. Dumping her, then moving on to Violet. He would probably make up some sort of excuse in order to expunge himself of any fault. That sounded like Draco. Nothing was ever his fault. People just misunderstood his words and actions, or so he always said.
She nudged Daphne.
"Hey, will you take my stuff back to the common room after this class?" Pansy whispered.
"Why? What's up?"
"There's something I gotta do. Please? Do me this favor and I'll owe you"
"You still owe me for the last two favors," Daphne complained, in a small voice.
"Just do it!" Pansy hissed, but still in a whisper.
"Fine," Daphne said, giving up.
Pansy nodded her thanks and then raised her hand. The old coot they knew as the professor glanced at her.
"Bathroom," was all Pansy said before he nodded.
Pansy got up and started walking to the door. Draco watched her with a suspicious look. She stuck her tongue out at him. She waved her hand at him as if to say 'bye'.
His eyes widened as if he realized what she was about to do.
Not good, Pansy thought. She made haste and walked out the classroom. She had barely gone a few steps when she heard the classroom door open again. She looked back and saw Draco exiting.
"Oh bloody hell," she said. He saw her and started in her direction.
"Parkinson –" Too late, because once again Pansy was running. He ran after her. But this time there was no ducking or weaving. The halls were empty, and he was gaining on her.
Pansy looked back and realized he was closing in on her. She ran faster, and descended stairways so quick she thought she would surely fall. But she didn't so she kept running.
"Parkinson, stop!"
She ignored the request. "Get the hell away from me Malfoy," she shouted back.
They were now going through another hallway, but it had come alive from other students who had just left classes. Pansy didn't even bother weaving. She just barreled through the crowd, pushing and shoving. At one point she ran smack dab into Weasley.
"Move it!" she commanded.
"What is your problem!?" he demanded.
"I need to get through," she yelled. But he didn't budge. He leaned over to some fellow Gryffindor. "Blimey, I think I just felt her up," he said, referring to their collision. Pansy had slipped around him but heard the comment. She turned on her heels, and punched him in the face.
There was silence.
"Not on your life, Weasley!" Everyone had turned to stare at her. And a mere ten steps away in front of her was Draco. They made awkward eye contact for a few seconds. Then she turned again. And ran.
"Damn it Parkinson! Stop running!" he called to her.
"Stop chasing me!"
They exited the castle and were now outside in the grassy sloping landscape. He pushed his legs harder, and took a running lunge. He tackled Pansy from behind. They tumbled and rolled and finally lay still.
"Finally," he muttered in between gasps of air. He looked for her and found her crawling away. He grabbed her ankle and dragged her back to him.
"Draco you ass! You're getting grass stains all over my uniform!"
"Just sit still will you?" But just in case she wouldn't comply, he grabbed her wrist and gripped it tight.
They sat there for a few minutes, just panting. He turned to her and smirked. "All those years you spent tagging along after me, who knew in the end I'd be the one chasing after you," he said.
"I was an idiot back then," she retorted. She struggled with his grip. "You're holding me too tight," she complained.
"What? And risk running through the whole castle after you again? Tsk."
Silence again.
"This had better damn well be important," she said, sighing as she finally resolved to listen to him.