This story will switch POVs with every chapter. It will be between Pansy's and Harry's and will go back and forth for now. Just giving you a head's up :)

Your eyes whispered, "Have we met?"

Across the room your silhouette

Starts to make its way to me

The playful conversation starts

Counter all your quick remarks

Like passing notes in secrecy

And it was enchanting to meet you

All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you

Chapter 2: Breaking The Ice

Well that was a surprise.

I was already shocked that I had even gotten Head Boy. I thought for sure Dumbledore was mental to give it to me. Hermione had made Head Girl but turned it down when she found out that Ron didn't make it with her. Well, she said it was because of N.E.W.T.S, but come one, let's be real here. She was still going to be a Gryffindor prefect, but it would have been nice to actually know who I was to be rooming with.

Well, now I knew.

I'd only really encountered Pansy Parkinson once in my entire time in Hogwarts. It was 5th year. She had dropped her shit all over and people had seen, but didn't even attempt to help her, so I did. She seemed to be nervous, but she had thanked me and gave Seamus the death stare for what he had said to me about her.

I had only heard about her from other students. She always seemed to hang with...or on...Malfoy. Apparently, she was desperately in love with him or something like that.

Hermione hated her. She had never said anything positive about her, and she tries to say something nice about everyone that she meets. Ron didn't think she was too bad. Her and Gin were like sisters. And if you got along with Ginny, then you must be okay. Even her and Malfoy were friends for some mental ass reason.

The news of her being Head Girl was kind of unnerving. I pictured myself coming in late at night and seeing her and Malfoy going at it.

Was not looking forward to it.

Still, I sat down and decided to at least be civil to my new dorm mate.

I sat down across from her. She acted like she was nervous to be by herself around me. She seemed stiff, as if she didn't want to look my way.

We sat in silence for awhile. She continued to try to avoid looking at me. I on the other hand tried to see if I could get a good look at her before she chewed my head off about staring.

She was actually not that bad looking. Her hair was black although not as black as mine, she had what seemed to be green eyes, only hers looked faded, almost transparent. Yeah she was pretty. Very pretty in fact.

Now to try to get her to talk.

"So, you made Head Girl." I said trying nervously to break the ice. "Congrats to you."

She looked over at me as if I had pulled her from deep within her thoughts. "Thanks, same to you." she said, almost in a whisper.

"Thanks." I said not knowing anything else to say.

Damn. This was more awkward than when Ron and Hermione would ice each other out and I would have to jump back and forth in between them to talk.

"What's your name again?" I asked her.

She looked at me as if she was insulted that I didn't know her name. Sure I did actually know it, I was just trying to find anything to get her to talk.

"Pansy. Pansy Parkinson." she said hurriedly, very much annoyed at the fact that she was telling me something that I should have already known.

"I'm Harry." I said smiling.

She seemed to give a small smirk at that. "Of course. I know who you are." she said.

"Yeah...well that is to say-"

"But also of course you wouldn't know who I am." she said looking away.

"Oh I did. I just wanted to see if you would tell me." I said jokingly.

A small grin tried to emerge from her lips as she seemed to chuckle to herself at my ill attempt at humor.

"Are you trying to hold in your laugh?" I asked her, joking with her again. "It's better to let those things out."

Her grin got a little bit bigger and she seemed to blush some. I guessed that I was slowly but surely chipping away at the ice instead of fully breaking it.

"You know, I would have never pegged you for the shy type." I said to her. Which was indeed true. Any time I ever saw her, she was always talking to Ginny or her hideous friend Millicent Bulstrode, or Zabini. And of course the prat Malfoy. If it wasn't for Ginny, I would think that she only wanted to associate herself with her own house.

"I'm not shy." she said in a low voice.

"Well then maybe you should talk to me. After all, we will practically be living together for the next 9 months. We should at least get to know one another." I said.

"You're right. I'm sorry I'm just not used to talking to others outside the people I already know." she did blushing a bit deeper. I was finding her blushing to be rather amusing. Although I couldn't understand why she was doing it.

"How do you think you come to know people? By talking to them. Don't worry, I don't bite."

"I hope not." she said now genuinely smiling.

Was that a flirt?

"Why don't we try this again yes?" I said holding out my hand. "Hi, I'm Harry Potter. I like long walks and hate rude people."

Pansy giggled and took my hand, shaking it. "I'm Pansy Parkinson, and I take short walks with rude people sometimes."

I laughed. Looks and a sense of humor. I was intrigued.

"Pleased to make your acquaintance." I said smiling. She seemed to blush at that and turned her head back towards the window.

"So, what's it like to be in Slytherin?" I asked, genuinely curious.

Pansy seemed a bit put off and annoyed by my question. "You're actually interested in what my house is like? Or are you more interested in Draco Malfoy?"

"I didn't mean to offend you at all" I said defensively. "I would ask the same to anyone else in Hufflepuff as well as Ravenclaw. Just curiosity. Frankly, I'm not the least bit concerned about Malfoy."

That didn't change her attitude at all. "You realize Draco is indeed my friend correct? One of my best friends to be exact."

"I thought he was your boyfriend." I said.

Pansy rolled her eyes. "Sure. Everyone thinks that. Poor pathetic Pansy Parkinson, always chasing after the Slytherin King Malfoy, despites the fact that he doesn't give a damn about her. That's what you really think, isn't it?"

Damn. She was really pissed about that. It was time to diffuse, Harry.

"Pansy, if I offended you I apologize." I said. "I for one, never thought like that. I'm not gonna sit here and say that I hadn't noticed that Malfoy seemed uninterested in you, but I'm not gonna call you poor and pathetic. I've been a victim of unrequited love before as well. I don't want to talk about that with you though, and I'm sure you don't want to talk about him. Could we possibly start over?"

Pansy looked at me as if she was studying me. The hardness in her eyes started to soften as she nodded her head.

"Okay." she said, a bit more calmly this time. "Sorry for snapping. Draco is just a sensitive subject that I rather not get into."

"I'll agree with you on that." I said.

"So I guess, to answer your question, being a Slytherin isn't that glamorous as people in my house make it to be. And just so you know, we aren't all evil. Everything is not what it seems."

"Just like not all Gryffindors are brave." I said thinking of Lavender and Neville.

"Awh come on. Your house is the Chosen house. Everyone knows that." she said.

I shook my head. "I don't think so. We get in just as much trouble as you guys do."

"What's wrong with that? Do you have a problem with being bad Mr. Potter?" She asked me.

"Being bad really isn't my thing. I don't see anything wrong with bad girls though." I said with a grin. She blushed and chuckled at my words.

"Sweet Harry Potter is into bad girls? I would have never suspected."

"You know any?"

"A few." she said blushing even harder than before.

I couldn't figure out for the life of my why I was flirting with her. If anybody would have told me that I would be doing such a thing, I would have found them barmy and would have questioned if they had been confunded.

Ginny had came back in talking about how she had to leave my cabin. Apparently, Ron and Hermione's sexual tension that they wouldn't give into was crowding up the room. She sat down beside Pansy and I silently observed them. Well mainly Pansy.

There was something about her that made me curious. Something about her that seemed out of place. Here I was thinking that she was one type of girl, and she had came and shown me a different side of her.

This girl was a mystery. And I had decided to be Sherlock Holmes.