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Hell Hath No Fury
Chapter 3: Oops….we did it again
Harry P.O.V
I staggered over to my bathroom, half-asleep and terribly cranky. This was going to be a hell of a day.
Flashback
Pansy and I were kissing! I couldn't believe it….not that I'm complaining, because Merlin this girl can kiss. She does this really sexy thing with my bottom lip that just……anyway, I didn't see this coming! I mean I was telling her about my idea and the present we gave Melinda today and then WAM BAM THANK YOU MA'AM! Bloody Hell she was crying, it wasn't the first time I was kissing a crying girl. I kissed Cho fifth year and she was crying, although that didn't truly work out so well. But Pansy was crying because she was happy…I think. Besides this kiss was much nicer then Cho's was. This was soft and sweet, yet I could still feel my desire growing for her.
End Flashback
I splashed my face with some cold water, although I was pretty sure other parts of my body could use the cold water. It was seven o'clock in the morning and I was up. I know, it's mental, but I couldn't sleep all night! I just kept tossing and turning and thinking of what happened between Pansy and I after Melinda's party. I was just getting ready to dress when I heard a crash come from the other side of the flat.
Pansy P.O.V
"Bloody Hell!" I had just dropped my mug of coffee! And I really needed that! Damn Potter! I had been so lost in thought that I burned myself pouring the coffee and dropped the mug.
Flashback
I don't know what got into me! I just started kissing him! I mean that fact that he remembered the lullaby that my mother use to sing to me was just the last drop of water to fill the glass you know? I mean no one has ever done something that sweet or thoughtful for me and not even wanted something in return. I was a bit hesitant at first because I caught him so off-guard I wasn't sure if he would push me away, but then suddenly he wrapped his arms around me and started to kiss me back. It was so sweet and soft, but then it wasn't enough. I could feel the heat radiating off of Harry and I felt like I was on fire. Slowly I felt his hands start sliding lower…..
"Pansy!" BAM, just like that I'm back to reality. I look up to see Harry run out of his room, shirtless, of course, and wand at the ready. Some of his hair was wet and dripping down the side of his head. If not for the fact that I was pretty sure I was flushed and burned this would've seemed comical.
"Are you alright, what happened?" He came over to me as I was on the floor picking up pieces of glass.
"I'm fine, just burned myself and being the graceful well-mannered lady that I am, I screamed and dropped the mug." I replied. Harry laughed and then looked up at me as though doing something wrong. I realized that we were both walking on egg-hells, afraid that somehow we've changed everything. And for some reason I found it hilarious that we were both afraid of the others reaction. Like one wrong move and that was it, the end would be here. I couldn't hold it in any longer and burst out laughing. Harry looked at me uncertainly yet relieved and soon he followed. We stayed like that on the floor in our pajamas for quite some time when all of a sudden a voice boomed into the living room.
"PARKINSON! POTTER!"
"God?" I called out. Harry sniggered.
"VERY FUNNY PARKINSON, NO, BUT IF YOU AND POTTER DON'T GET HERE IN THE NEXT 5 MINUTES I'LL GIVE YOU A ONE-WAY TICKET TO SEE HIM!" I rolled my eyes. A threat from Kingsley was as frightening as a threat from a pygmy puff.
"Why thank you, Kingsley, once again your motivational speaker skills shine. Truly how do you do it? You could motivate Voldemort to play ring-around-the-rosy. Your wife must miss you terribly….. when she's shagging Mad-Eye Moody behind your back!" I snarled. Harry snorted, while Kingsley looked murderous.
"FINE PARKINSON IF THAT'S THE WAY YOU WANNA PLAY! YOU JUST KEEP THAT UP AND YOU'LL FIND YOURSELF FIRED." I rolled my eyes, the offer being both tempting and menacing.
"You promise, Boss." He glared and just like that he disappeared in a puff of smoke. I looked up at the ceiling.
"I amuse you don't I? You're just sitting up there pointing and laughing and saying, 'Oh watch this, look what I do to screw her life up some more!' Don't you?" I asked exasperated. "Cause please don't mind me, just go on entertaining yourself, it's not like I'm going to Avada Kedavra myself anytime soon!" I sighed and looked at Harry who looked at me in half concern for my sanity and half amusement in my lunacy.
"Oh piss off, Potter!" With that said I proceeded to slam the door of my room and finish getting ready.
Harry P.O.V
It was times like this that I realized why Pansy and I haven't killed each other yet. She completely surprised me with each passing hour. I could never really predict what she was going to do or say. And that somehow fascinated me. When I was with Belinda, I knew what she was going to say even before she said it. Usually because she was either going to nag me or apologize. I shook my head. I've never really dated since her, yet I've never really felt the absence of that "girlfriend" figure in my life. No void or empty heart. Just never really had time I guess. I mean with Kingsley on my ass, taking care of Melinda and Pansy…wait…… did I just say that I have to take care of Pansy? I probably meant that I have to take care of her not doing anything stupid. Yeah, that's it. I mean sure we flirted until we were out of hormones, but that was all. Pansy's not my type. Right? Right, of course she's not my type.
"Oh Potter, darling! If you don't get out here now, luv I'm might have to come in there…..and SHOVE A STICK UP YOUR ASS!" I rolled my eyes, yep, definitely not my type, bitch. I opened the door and walked outside to face the little darling.
"There you are the apple of my eye. I was wondering when you would grace me with that exquisitely lovely voice of yours. Oh and those beautiful words of love and devotion, really Pans, sweetie your too much. I believe that I might be blushing!" I sweetly countered. She looked at me sarcastically, yet then seemed to brighten.
"Oh liked that did you? Well Potter, honestly I had no idea that you played for the other team," she positively beamed mischievously, "I mean if you want we can ask Kingsley to change partners, maybe some big bad wizard to show you whose in charge and put something up your--"
"Parkinson!"
Pansy P.O.V
Harry looked homicidal, the vein near his left temple was pulsing and his eyes were full of rage. I smiled flirtatiously.
"Oh are you shy, that's okay Harry. We can stay partners and then if we so happen to find two twin brothers or even two best mates, we can double! Oh doesn't that sound like fun! I'm so excited; we can be like best girlfriends!" I exaggerated by bouncing up and down. Not that Harry minded my shirt was pretty low cut and gave him a wonderful view of my breasts. Seeing that I noticed his line of vision he blushed and walked towards the fireplace and grabbed a handful of Floo powder.
"Well you coming?" He gruffly called out, not meeting my eyes. I looked him up and down. He was flustered and seemed to be pretty "happy" if you know what I mean. I smirked; I guess things hadn't truly changed between us after all. If that was true, then why did I feel a little…..disappointed?
Harry P.O.V
We arrived at work, mush to Kingsley's delight, and got to work. Looking around the room at the mess, it looked hopeless to even try and organize it all. We usually aren't in the office that much, most of the time we're out on raids or tracking down Deatheaters, but lately we've been stationary. It was kind of nice to be able to just relax and live a little. It was times like this that I could really just sit down and evaluate my life and everything and everyone in it, although the thrill of being out there and in action was never a downer.
"Hey Harry, where are those records of the Deatheaters we arrested last week?" Pansy asked breaking me out of my reverie . I turned and looked at her. She was standing in front of a mess of papers and searching through them and putting some chapstick on her lips, quite the multi-tasker. Not even five minutes at the office and already some of her hair was coming out of her ponytail and her cloak was thrown onto the chair. She was wearing a purple tank top that cut low in the front and was long, with it she wore a pair of bleached, very well-fitting might I add, jeans and her grey trainers. I smiled; no one could say she couldn't be hard-working and hott when she wanted to be.
"They should be by the pile over there by the window." I replied after a not so brief pause. She looked at me puzzled.
"Well that took you long enough, I thought you might've thought too hard and burst a brain lobe." She countered. I smiled sarcastically. Then she would open her mouth and all those pretty thoughts would just apparate right out of my head, followed by thoughts like; annoying, sarcastic, rude, bitch, and bipolar. Letting my anger get the best of me I crudely replied.
"Well Pansy darling, I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt, but seeing as how you can't see anything 2 feet away from you pug nose--" She gasped and covered her nose. I was getting ready for the explosion that was about to come my way, but it didn't happen. Pansy just dropped her hand looked at me, not even glared, and walked out the door. To say that I was a bit shocked would be the understatement of the year. Not even a 'fuck you' or 'go to hell, Potter?' No smack upside the head or slap in the face? What the Hell just happened. She looked……hurt. I mean I've always known that Pansy was sensitive about her nose but….then again I did say it rather cruelly. Maybe I went too far. My guilt getting the best of me, I got up and went to find Pansy.
Pansy P.O.V
'Pug nose,' it wasn't like I wasn't use to it. People at school said that to me up until fifth year, when thankfully I grew into my looks and face. But for some reason hearing it now, and from Harry truly hurt, it struck a cord that I hadn't been hit in a long time. I didn't know what to do or where to go, so I just walked out of the office and up stairs to the Department of Wizard/Muggle relations, where, guess who, was the Head of the department.
"Draco," I questioned, peeking my head in the doorway, "are you here?" Yep, Draco Abraxas Malfoy was the Head of the Department of Wizard/Muggle relations. If that isn't irony I don't know what is. I looked at the desk and the chair turned to reveal my best friend.
"Why hello, Miss. Parkinson, to what to I owe the pleasure of your visit?" Draco smirked, I half-smiled. Draco's smirk fell off his face and he got up and came over to me.
"Hey," he softly whispered, "what's the matter?" I leaned on his shoulder and sighed.
"Could we go for a walk?" I asked. He looked at me for a while, as if trying to process the severity of my problem. He turned and walked to the door.
"Ummmm Marcy, could you please hold all my meetings and calls, I'm going out for a while."
"Yes, Mr. Malfoy, of course." Marcy nodded. Draco turned to me and grabbed his cloak. He wrapped it around me and held out his arm.
"Shall we?" I smiled gratefully and took his arm. We walked out of the Ministry and down the street. We stayed in silence for a long time and appreciated Draco for that. He knew that I needed to get my thoughts together before I could talk. He knew me so well; we've been best mates since I believe the age of 2. I mean I've been to Malfoy Manor since I was in the womb, but Draco and I truly became best mates at the age of 2.
Flashback
"Go on Pansy, darling, Draco is outside playing, why don't you go and join him?" Narcissa Malfoy encouraged me leading me to the grounds out back. A little boy with white-blonde hair was outside playing with a miniature broom and snitch, I walked over to him. He saw and stopped. I looked over at him and smiled, he did nothing in return. So me, being the forward little minx that I was walked up to him.
"May I pway too?" I asked being as polite as possible. It was unbecoming of a lady to be rude. He looked me up and down and gave me a withering look.
"Girls can't wide bwooms, only boys can." He stated arrogantly. I would soon come to know that he was only speaking in the Malfoy tone. I got angry.
"Well then, you must not be vewy smart, because only gurls can." I said and stuck my nose in the air. I heard him chuckle and looked down to see him smirking. He held his hand out to me.
"Draco Abraxas Malfoy." I took it and replied.
"Pansy Lorena Parkinson." We shook hands. He then held his broom out to me.
"You can use mine, I can wide my fauvers." I smiled and he smiled back. And that was the beginning of the Prince and Princess of Slytherin.
End Flashback
I smile ruefully at the memory, Draco seeing my smile furrowed his eyebrows. I looked over at him and giggled. He smiled.
"You were thinking about the brooms weren't you?" I looked up at him thoughtfully; we really were two peas in a pod. I wonder why we didn't work back in school. As if he was using Legilimen's on me he answered.
"We're too much alike Pans, to have been able to keep each other happy. Although we love each other without end, we also need someone to challenge us and keep us on our toes. We would've eventually gotten bored and maybe even frustrated, so that we could've gotten in a fight and split badly. I would've hated for us to part and never speak again that would've been like losing a piece of ourselves. We may not be "soul mates" in the lover/partner sense, but I definitely think that we are soul mates in the literal term. I know that we are in each others souls……… and were mates so it works." He smiled like a little boy that just won an argument with his parents. You know that cocky know-it-all smile. It made me laugh.
"It's nice to hear that you know, Pans. You laughing….you don't do it as much as you use to when we were younger. I miss it. Hearing you laugh use to make me know that everything was going to be okay, and that the world couldn't be all that evil, if you found moments to laugh in it." I looked at Draco and couldn't believe he said that. I didn't know that I affected him so much, or that he even noticed everything about me. It made me feel warm inside.
"How do you do it?" He looked at me questioningly, "You can always lighten my moods, and that's no easy feet. Many have fallen in the quest." He laughed. "I'm serious, Draco. You say that I made you feel good when I laughed, well look at who it was most of the time making me laugh. It was you." He looked thoughtful at that.
"I know someone else who makes you laugh like that." I looked at him puzzled.
"Who?'
"Potter."
I looked up at him as though someone had confounded me. Potter? Harry? No he couldn't have, I mean sure he said a good joke here and there, but who doesn't……well there was Percy Weasley, but I think that he's funny looking, so that should count for something.
"And judging by the look of denial on your face I'm guessing that he was the reason you weren't so happy before." Damn him!
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"I don't know what you're talking about." We said in unison. Ughhhh! I hate it when he's right.
"Fine, Oh-asshole-who-knows-it-all! Fine, it was Harry who upset me earlier and I don't think that Harry makes me laugh as much as you say. I mean I would notice---"
And then it hit me, a wave of memories from the past.
Memory
"Well, well, who would've thought that Potter would want to become an Auror and kill the bad guys? I totally didn't see that coming." I mocked.
"Haha, very funny, real witty, Parkinson, although I should say that I truly am shocked to see you here, usually you're the sort we train to catch." Harry replied cheekily. I smiled flirtatiously.
"Awww, Harry don't you know? No matter how hard you train, you'll never catch a girl like me." Harry actually laughed at that, a real laugh.
"Good one, Parkinson." I must've looked shocked because Harry just started laughing harder then ever. He finally fell off his chair and onto the floor. I couldn't help it, he looked so comical, I just started laughing as well. And we stayed that way until Kingsley Shackelbot, who was giving a speech came to us and yelled at us, asking us if we'd been hit with a laughing charm, which only fueled our mirth.
End Memory
Memory
"Harry?" I whispered, we'd been partners for two and a half years now and were curently searching the Dark Forest at Hogwarts. Now and it was really getting dark and cold. I admit it, I was petrified. With all the stuff I heard at school about this forest, I promise none of it was about sweet little fairies and seven friendly dwarfs. I heard some leaves rustle behind me. I turned quickly ready to face my death, but nothing was there. Hmmmm, he's having a little fun is he? Well two can play at this game. I fell to the floor, holding my ankle.
"Owww, oh no, not again!" I cried. I heard a noise from behind me and I looked in the corner of my eyes to see Harry take off an invisibility cloak! He had an invisibility cloak, the filthy buggar, no wonder I always lost him when we were out tracking. Just as he was walking closer to me I turned and pointed my wand at him.
"Incarcerous!" Harry fell to the floor, ropes bound to him.
"Hey, I thought you were hurt!" He moaned. I raised my eyebrow.
"Rictusempra!" Harry started laughing madly. The tickling charm, I learned it when I was seven.
"Yeah you thought I was hurt, but you were going to try and scare me, admit it."
"I," ha-ha, "admit," ha-ha, "it whole-heart-edly!" He rasped out. I tried to hold back a smile.
"Pans-sy Ple-hease!" He was turning purple so I sighed.
"Finite Incantatum." Then before I could even scold him for trying to scare me before he pulled out his own wand.
"Furnculus!" Suddenly my body erupted in boils! They hurt like hell!
"Ahhhhhh! I screamed, I pointed my wand back at him.
"Serpentsortia!" I bellowed. I must have been very angry because three snakes flew out of my wand and made their way to Harry. He tried to speak to them in Parseltongue, but apparently they only listen to whoever conjured them. He raised his wand.
"Incendio!" All three snakes burned and became ashes. By this time I had gotten the boils off. We stared daggers at each other. I looked at Harry, his hair was a mess, and considering it usually is that is saying something and his shirt was ripped everywhere you could think. There was mud on his face and arms and his pants had a tear on his right knee. His glasses were falling off his nose and looked like they were twisted in the middle. I'm sure I looked no better, with my pants dirty and my shirt, with one long sleeve and now one short sleeves and little scars were the boils were. My hair was sticking to one side of my face while the other was sticking up and frizzy, kind of like Granger's hair. We were both breathing heavily.
"Come on Parkinson, I could take you!" And that was it, I burst into giggles. Harry looked like I'd just slapped him. I clutched my stomach I was laughing so hard. I fell to the ground with tears in my eyes and didn't even notice that Harry was right there with me gasping for breath, his own hysterics making him blue. Finally I calmed down a bit as did Harry, unfortunately not before I got the hiccups. I tried to hold my breath but that didn't work, just made me sound like a frog.
"Hold it for longer." Harry said.
"Right Pot-hiccup-ter so that I d-hiccup-ie, good thinking." I replied. He smiled.
"Worth a try." He shrugged. I tried to fight the smile that inevitably came on my face.
"Shut," hiccup, "it."
End Memory
Memory
"Melinda darling stay close-by please!" I called out to Melinda, who was four at the time. We were at the beach with Harry, who was currently getting us some drinks. It was hotter then Oliver Wood's jock-strap. Finally Harry returned with lemonade and to beers. It was the one of the many muggle alcohols that Harry had me consuming.
"Finally, I thought that Voldemort might've risen again and killed you." Harry just smiled cheekily and I stuck my tongue out at him.
"Auntie Pansy Uncle Harry you two silly." Melinda giggled. I smiled at her. Merlin how I loved this girl, I looked at Harry who seemed to be thinking the same thing.
"Auntie Pansy when are you and Uncle Harry going to have a baby?" I spit out my beer. Harry was choking on his.
"W-What?" I stuttered.
"When will you two have a baby?" She repeated as if we were mental. I turned to Harry who looked equally dumbfounded.
"Ummmm Sweetie, why do you think me and your Uncle Harry are going to have babies?"
"Well you're bof my godparents and that's what parents do, right?" She said as if it were the simplest thing in the world. I had to smile at that.
"Well yes sweetie that is what parents do, but your Uncle Harry and I aren't married and we need to be married to have a baby." I looked to Harry who gave me a 'not technically' look. I threw the sunscreen bottle at him. He ducked it and smiled.
"So then why don't you two just get married? I want a godsister or brover." I chuckled.
"It's because your Auntie Pansy……hates me!" Harry dramatically cried and raised his arm to cover his eyes. I looked at him wide-eyed. "She doesn't want to marry me and have my babies! Little Potters running around, doesn't appeal to her!" Harry fell to the floor and "cried." Poor little Melinda went to console her "devastated" Uncle. Harry turned over suddenly and began tickling Melinda. I laughed and picked Melinda up and put her on my lap.
"Oh Melinda honey, your Uncle Harry is a goof. Of course I don't hate him. It just that when a man and woman love each other they decide to get married and then once they get married they decide to have kids, do you understand?" She nodded yet I could tell this conversation would be long forgotten in an hour. She got off my lap and went to play sandcastle. Harry came over to me.
"A lovely performance, Mr. Potter, definetley award worthy." I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. He wrinkled his nose.
"Oh I don't know, I think I could've cried a bit more, don't you think?" I chuckled.
"You are hopeless." I sighed.
"Is that why you won't have my baby?" He replied distraught. I laughed.
"Yes Harry, I just couldn't live if our child turned out to be as hopeless as you!" I cried. He gasped.
"Oh Pansandra, I knew it! You do love me!"
"Oh Harold, I've always loved you and only you. But it's just not meant to be, don't you see? We come from different worlds and you're really in love with my twin sister, Daisy!" He looked at me horrified.
"No, it can't be! I would tell!"
"It's true but don't worry, we'll always have the Final Battle." I sighed. He looked fondly at me.
"Yes, the Final Battle." I laughed out loud. We were always making dramas out of nothing. Ever since he showed me a muggle show called 'soap opera' and I couldn't understand why they always cried, and had twins they didn't know, or slept with everyone! While in my thoughts, Harry snuck over to me and picked me up and ran with me to the ocean.
"Harry let me go this instant!" I screeched. He smiled at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Okay, if you say so." And SPLASH! I was dropped into the icy cold water. I didn't surface immediately, instead dug my nails into the sand to hold me down. I could tell Harry was getting worried so before he could come down and find me I grabbed his ankles and dragged him under. We both surfaced me with seaweed in my hair and Harry with sand. We looked at each other our anger forgotten and laughed again.
"Hey me next, me next!" Melinda was at the shore jumping up ad down. We smiled at went to get her.
End Memory
I looked up at Draco.
"You just used Legilimens on me!" I asked him incredulously. He nodded very simply. I walked right to his face and hugged him.
"Thank you." I whispered. I needed to go find Harry.
End of chapter 3! Yay! Maybe in chpt 4 i'll put the whole flashback of the night after Melinda's birthday party! Haha! Ok so sorry again about not updating quicker but hey 3 updates in less then a week is good! Dare I say ama-za-zing! LOL SO you know the drill! READ AND REVIEW! I hope you enjoy! Comments/criticism always welcomed and luved! Laterz