Disclaimer: If I owned it then not only would I be blonde, but I would also have to have had children something which is not true. So without further ado the plot and anything you don't recognise is mine other than that it all belongs to J.K.Rowling.

A/N: Yeh I know it's been a while but had coursework etc. to be doing, next chapter will be looking at Pansy's story up to this point; I wasn't going to just kill her and leave it at that. Got it all planned out just got to write it so hopefully I'll have it done for next weekend.

Warning: Oh and one minor bit of language (only one word) at the end, if you feel that you won't be able to read because of this, the choice is yours.

A couple of hours previous, through the eyes of Harry Potter….

Harry had been marching down the more expensive side of the street for little more than ten minutes. The pathway had been inlaid with a layer of pure gold to show that only the most important people were allowed to walk alongside this street let alone on the actual path itself. He fancied himself unpredictable and to show that he meant business absolutely no one knew just which house he lived in as the entire block of terraced houses belonged solely to him. Various spies had seen him walking in one door and leaving in another, then just to confuse others, certain lights would turn on suddenly; without warning at any point in the day, code breakers had tried to find a pattern to the events maybe leading up to revealing just which house he lived in.

All of them had failed.

A loudmouth would argue that he lived in none of them and that the sequence was purely random; they would have been right, had anybody actually listened to them.

He reached his home where Pansy could be expected to be sitting, on a crimson chair waiting for him. He liked the idea of knowing exactly where something or someone is because it gave him power and he loved power. Even now he was still smirking at the idea of placing Hermione in the chamber of secrets, bleeding, alone and helpless. That was what he really loved about her the fact that only he could make her feel so useless everyone else would see her standing tall and yet he saw her vulnerable, so pitiable that even he wanted to tell her everything was all right. Yet she didn't love him and she was better of dead than with someone else but first he was going to try and break, then turn her before striking the fatal blow. Hermione deserved one final chance to redeem herself.

So picking a door at random he opened the lock manually and turned to see Pansy exactly where he left her, "Like a Barbie doll" he mused to himself. Rubbing his hands together gleefully he watched as she immediately rose, bowed and gestured for him to take a seat, something which she did routinely every day.

Refusing to acknowledge the seat (and therefore forcing Pansy to remain standing) he ploughed directly into his plan which involved inflicting large proportions of pain towards his Hermione.

"Now I gather you know where Draco is seeing as your like a lost puppy without him. The plan is simple all you have to do is……………

The Chamber of Secrets, entrance of Draco, Pansy and Harry….

The light which had previously lit up the horrid words which remained permanently plastered to the walls, now shone down on a weak Hermione who had noticed that the wand and person was none other than Pansy Parkinson.

"Come to watch me suffer Mrs. Potter or is there some other reason for you staring at me so avidly while Harry no doubt creeps up behind me?"

The question was rhetorical and received no response other than a gasp at her audacity in the presence of the Minister of Magic; among other things. What she did not expect was to hear a low chuckle near her right ear reminiscent of her.., but it couldn't be:

"Draco!"

She grabbed firmly onto the manly figure and gave him a massive hug. Draco allowed himself a smile before releasing her and turning to face her with a cool, icy, nonchalant stare. Harry who had yet to make his no doubt over-the-top entrance finally made his way over, his movements somewhat snake-like. She did not see the transformation due to the sight before her eyes of Draco snogging Pansy tenderly, as if he loved her.

Then a massive cobra was coiling around her body and slowly muttering in parseltongue: "He doessssn't love youss". The words were too much to bear and she desperately tried to remove the snake's slimy grip, something which caused it to emit a vehement hiss. During this process Harry returned to his normal body

eyes flashing dangerously, as he gently caressed the side of her chin. He attempted to kiss her but without any hesitance she turned her face away, something which earned her a slap. Once again he received no response or reaction leading him to become angrier and drawing his wand he cast the cruciatus curse with little remorse. Seeing her crumble he gripped her body tighter stroking her as if he had never hurt her in his life, the sight was almost childlike.

Hermione who regained enough consciousness to speak, aimed a cutting line in the direction of Pansy who had only slightly detangled herself.

"Have it all now bitch. Happy that you've finally gotten Draco plus all the money and power that you've always wanted?"

She turned away not expecting a response and yet she received one.

"No-"

She was prepared to continue but was stopped by a firm killing curse made by none other than Harry, her so called Husband. He coolly twirled his wand in his hands, whistling innocently as he received two shocked and incredulous looks.

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