A/N: This one doesn't have much D/G interaction, but I wanted to expand a bit on Pansy's relationship with Ginny. More in the next chapter (I hope).
Prompt #4: 7/12/17
404 words, according to Google docs.
Comrade was the last thing Ginny Weasley would have used to described Pansy Parkinson. If you told her a month ago that she would be friends with Pansy, she would have cursed you within an inch of your life and booked you a room in St. Mungos. Now? Not so much.
Of course, if you asked her about it, she would blame it all on the Slytherin Queen herself.
"Watch it, Parkinson!" Ginny snarled, barely missing the other girl's expensive leather bag as she passed by. Pansy's nose - less pug-like than Ginny had remembered in past years - turned farther up as she look at her.
"Watch yourself, Weasley." She had a sneer on her face - Was that every Slytherin's go-to expression? Ginny wondered - and swung her bag out of reach of her adversary.
Ginny took one more look at Pansy's sneering, contemptuous face, and burst into tears.
She wasn't one normally prone to tears - she couldn't remember the last time she'd cried at Hogwarts. But her day had been the absolute worst - she woke up with a pounding headache, had gotten detention from Snape by helping Neville out with his potion when she was already done, ran into the infuriating Draco Malfoy, and got another detention from Snape for "picking a fight" in the hallways. On top of all that, Harry had yelled at her during quidditch practice for being distracted and rude to her fellow chasers, and had threatened to bench her during the next match against Slytherin.
In other words, she was pissed. And currently crying in front of Parkinson.
"Weasley?" Her head snapped up, ready to fly at any jibe or insult the sneering girl might throw at her.
"What?" she snapped, angrily wiping at her eyes. Pansy, who was a few inches taller than Ginny, bent down slightly and looked closer at Ginny's face.
"You're crying, Weasley?" she asked, bemused.
"I'm not," Ginny muttered. Pansy barked out a laugh.
"Totally." There was silence for an awkward moment. Pansy broke it by speaking up again. "Well, since I'm in a good mood, I think I'll take you to the kitchens for some chocolate." At Ginny's incredulous look, Pansy shrugged. "It's what Draco did when I was crying." Too tired to care about going to the kitchens after curfew, or who she was with, for that matter, Ginny let Pansy drag her along to the kitchens.
It was all Pansy's fault, really.