Look for the Chamber Of Secrets reference lol haha
Chapter 7: Seeker And Snitch
After dinner, Pansy and Hermione went out to the Quidditch pitch to watch Gryffindor practice. Normally Hermione avoided the pitch as she wasn't much of a fan (besides seeing Ron fly around), however, she was needed to distract Ron long enough for Pansy to make her move.
Like Ginny on Gryffindor, Pansy was a chaser on the Slytherin team. She loved the way the wind felt in her hair when she zoomed around on her broomstick. The feel of throwing the quaffle through the hoop was exhilarating, she got a natural high off scoring, and she scored almost every single time.
She figured a good strategy to get Harry where she wanted him was to let him think he had a home advantage as well as play a bit on his ego. She had it all planned out in her head exactly what she wanted to do, knowing that Harry's arrogance would allow him to easily fall for it.
Pansy and Harry had an acquaintanceship rather than a real friendship. They had somewhat of the same friends so of course they would interact with each other from time to time. While she was pretty sure that Harry didn't really look past anything but her pretty, Pansy knew a lot more about him than the average person would think she did.
She knew that Harry tousled his hair quite a bit. It wasn't to look cool like most girls thought. It was because Harry could never get his hair to be neat. No matter what he did to it, it would always look at if he was on his broom all day. It frustrated him, it was a big insecurity of his.
She also knew that when Harry was deep in thought, he would bite his index finger and stare off into space. She knew his favorite color was blue, she knew that he liked to blow bubbles with his bubblegum, but didn't because he didn't want to appear childish, she knew that he was moody, she knew that he was clumsy, and she knew that the trigger that started to make him use girls was when Cho Chang took his virginity and then fucked Cedric Diggory a week later.
She knew all of this, and yet probably had three full conversations with him in the whole seven years they had known each other. Why? Because Pansy was extremely observant. She always needed to know what was going on around her at all times. She never wanted to be caught up.
"So, how did things go with Ron today?" she asked Hermione as she sat back looking for the practice snitch Harry had let loose.
"They were okay." said Hermione, blushing at the thought of it. "We studied together and talked, and then he laid on my lap and went to sleep while I read to him.
Pansy smiled at her, thinking how that was probably the cutest sight. She knew that Hermione would be fine, Ron wanted an actual relationship with her.
However, she also knew Hermione, and that Hermione wouldn't push herself to after Ron out of fear. Which is why she didn't tell her what Ron had really said. Ron needed to open up to Hermione himself, and Hermione needed to let her hair down and be herself around him, and thoughts of Ron wanting just one thing would motivate her to open up and show him what she wanted. True, Hermione would be pissed when she found out that Pansy lied, but at least she and Ron would finally have each other.
"Sounds nice. He didn't look up your dress did he? giggled Pansy.
"No!" said Hermione, quickly. "It wasn't like that. At least, I don't believe he did. He could have while I was reading. Oh gosh this is exhausting." said Hermione as she covered her face.
"Hermi, stop. You're fine." said Pansy, finally locking onto the practice snitch. "If he did, he did, if not, it's fine. You already know the plan, and he doesn't know that. You have the control, remember?"
"I know, I just don't know if I really want to do this." said Hermione. "It isn't fair for me to put my feelings into someone that only wants to shag me. And eventually, we will all have to put our actual feelings into this."
"You need to learn to separate your emotions from situations. Like me. I'm just going to shamelessly flirt until Potter can't resist any longer. And then I'll crush his soul." said Pansy, pointing her wand at the snitch.
"You're evil." said Hermione, shaking her head. "What are you doing anyways?"
"Fishing. said Pansy, with a grin. She muttered a spell and then the snitch turned as if on a dime and headed towards her, where she politely caught it.
"Watch and learn. Oi, Potter!" she called out.
Harry looked up in the stands and saw Pansy holding his snitch. How the hell did she manage to get and hold onto it? No one could do that but him, that's how it was designed. He quickly mounted his Firebolt and flew up to the stands.
'At least this will give me a chance to look cool.' he thought.
Pansy grasped the snitch in her hand and put it behind her back.
"I do believe you have something of mine." said Harry, trying to sounds casual as he flew into the stands and landed in front of Pansy.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Potter." said Pansy, being coy.
Harry looked at Hermione for some assistance. All he got back in response was a shrug.
"My practice snitch if you please." he said holding his hand out to Pansy. "I have no idea how you caught it in the first place. It's only supposed to respond to me."
Pansy took her hand from behind her back and opened it. The snitch sat in her palm, its wings lightly fluttering as if it was content sitting there.
"That's because I had wanted it. And I always get what I want." said Pansy with a mischievous grin on her face.
Harry was taken aback. How was it that she was playing the game? Shouldn't it be the other way around?
He looked at his watch and seen that it was after 8. Even though he knew he should hold the team longer, something about Pansy's playfulness drew him in. He wanted more.
"PRACTICE IS OVER, YOU GUYS!" he yelled down to his teammates. While all the others were happy to stop and get their weekend started, Ron was annoyed. He flew up to the stands where Harry, Hermione, and Pansy were.
"Hey mate, what's with the early stop?" asked Ron as he swooped in and landed on his feet in the stands, giving Hermione a bit of a rush.
"I just don't feel like practicing anymore." said Harry, not taking his eyes off Pansy and the sexy smirk she was giving him.
"But we have Ravenclaw tomorrow and-"
"We can practice more in the morning." said Harry through gritted teeth as he gave Ron a look that said for him to go away.
Ron, finally catching the hint, nodded. "Alright, mate." he said as he laid his broom on the bench. "Hermione, you wanna take a walk somewhere?"
Hermione couldn't help but blush at the offer, even though that was the plan all along. "Sure, it was getting too cold out here anyways. See you back at the castle, Pansy." she said as she got up and walked with Ron down the stairs.
"She's such a dear, isn't she?" said Pansy. "Too bad your friend is oblivious."
"He's more knowing than you think." said Harry. "Now, do you want to explain how you got my practice snitch? It's only supposed to respond to me."
Harry reached for the snitch, but Pansy lifted it up over her head. "Maybe it's attracted to me no. I am quite charming you know."
Harry was starting to enjoy this game. "That you are. That still doesn't explain how you got my snitch." he said as he reached up to get it. Pansy quickly put her hand behind her back, grabbing the broom that Ron had left and mounting it quickly.
"You're the seeker. If you want it back so bad, catch it." she said and then she took off.
"Merlin this girl is going to kill me." said Harry, charmed by Pansy's silliness. He mounted his broom and took after her.
Pansy flew straight up into the air, higher than Gryffindor tower. She stopped and looked back, not seeing Harry behind her. She laughed at her triumph.
She turned around and was startled by Harry appearing in front of her, hand grabbing the broomstick she was on. A satisfied smirk graced his face.
"Well, aren't you a clever seeker." she said, handing Harry back his practice snitch.
Harry took it gracefully out of her hand, allowing his to linger a couple seconds in hers. "Thanks. I didn't become the youngest seeker in a century first year for nothing." he said proudly.
Pansy rolled her eyes. Must you always be so arrogant?" she asked.
"It isn't arrogance if it's true."
"Whatever."
Harry chuckled as they descended to the middle of the pitch.
"I didn't realize you could fly that fast. You handle a broom well." complimented Harry as they put the brooms in the broom shed.
"You never noticed? I am a chaser after all." said Pansy, feeling a bit irate that he never knew.
"Well I'm a seeker aren't I? I'm usually not paying the other team's chasers, beaters, and keepers any mind as I have to concentrate on the snitch. I leave that to Ron, as he is my co-captain." said Harry as he put on a freshening charm on himself until he got back to Gryffindor to take a shower. He didn't want to smell sweaty around Pansy and kill the vibe he was trying to create.
"Oh yeah. Right. Well, I guess I can say you're an adequate seeker. Not that I was paying attention to you or anything." said Pansy, acting as if she were shy as they walked back up to the castle.
"Why not? I pay attention to you." said Harry.
"For anatomy purposes of course." said Pansy, pretending to be bothered by the thought of Harry checking her out.
Harry stopped, record scratching in his head. How could she possibly have known that he checked her out? She wasn't supposed to realize that at all, that would mess things up. "Hey. Wait a minute. You're making me sound like a pervy git or something. I pay attention because you're an interesting person."
"An interesting person with a shapely ass and nice legs?" asked Pansy, laughing on the inside.
Harry felt as if he had a spotlight being shone on him. Either she was a mind reader, or she must have overheard a conversation before. "I mean yes you are attractive, but I don't just always focus on physical attributes you know. I'm not a knuckle dragging caveman."
"Or like Blaise." said Pansy, making the both of them laugh.
"Oh yeah. I'm nothing like him." said Harry.
'Oh shut up, you're more like him than you think. But you're going to pay for it.' thought Pansy.
"Perhaps we should start put budding friendship over? Hi, my name is Harry Potter. What's your name?" said Harry, holding out his hand for Pansy to shake.
'What is he playing at?' thought Pansy. 'He's supposed to be a slimeball, not this nice guy.'
"Pansy Parkinson." she said, shaking his hand.
"I admire your flying." said Harry.
"I admire yours too." laughed Pansy. "You should be a seeker."
Harry laughed. "Maybe one day we could have a fly?"
Pansy stopped walking. "Like, you fly me?"
"Yeah. What's the matter? Scared, Parkinson?" antagonized Harry.
"You wish." said Pansy, boldly.
Harry laughed. He couldn't help being impressed with Pansy's quick wit and confidence. She almost reminded him of a female version of himself.
Pansy couldn't help but admire Harry's as well. Though she found arrogance repulsive, she actually found his amusing and was a bit attracted to it.
'Stop it Pansy.' she thought. 'You're supposed to make this git fall for you, not the other way around.'
The two kept walking and conversing until they reached the point when Harry was to head up to the tower and Pansy to the dungeons. They said goodnight to each other and parted ways, each slightly confused about how to approach the situations they were in. And also each liking it.
