A/N: Alright, the decision is strictly Pansy since a lot more seem to want that pairing. Makes it easier on me since I do have five more chapters already written with that pairing in mind. Means no extra work revising my writing. I am finally getting over my cold but sadly I didn't feel up to updating the last two or three days. Our kitten got out of the house and ran into the street, some prick decided to not to slow down or swerve. Fuckers! She was only like three months old, some people are such assholes. I hope you enjoy this update and I'll try to post again soon.
Also, when I originally plotted this I was going to make it a Blaise x Luna but then thought others would prefer George. If you review, (I hope you do) please let me know who would you rather see Luna with, I'd really appreciate it and as before, which ever is preferred I'll pair up. Thx a bunch!
Disclaimer: Don't own it
Warnings: Language
Chapter Seven
How much longer could the man dribble on? Harry didn't realize just how boring and dull the old bastard's speech actually was. He didn't care to listen any longer. Where the hell was the food? Eating beat having to pay attention to what he already knew. He was already ignoring the pissed off glaring of his ex. At least Ron had the common sense to let it drop. He was trying to be pleasant towards them, knowing that being snotty wasn't going to earn him any points.
Instead of looking at the many freckles of his ex, he turned his attention towards the Slytherin table. He wondered how many of them knew the truth. How many of their parents knew of his true parentage. Malfoy knew, so that meant those close to him had to know by now. He only hoped that they wouldn't speak of it where any others could hear. The Headboy was sitting, surrounded by his court.
Sitting at the blonde's right was a bowed head. The long ponytail was all he could see but he knew who it was. She was turned to the side, quietly whispering to Malfoy. He'd give anything to be a fly on the wall. Both heads turned at the same time to look over at him, indicating that he had been the subject of conversation.
"Harry?" Hermione nudged him when he failed to notice that the food had arrived. What was he looking at it? She tilted her head to see around Ron's big one. The two Slytherins were watching them. She let her eyes roam over Malfoy, since he was doing the same. She hadn't paid much attention to him when they had attended the meeting with the Dark Lord. He had remained silent the entire time.
Harry's mouth twisted noticing the flush and how the Slytherin witch quickly turned away. She been caught staring, Draco had yet to look away. Those eyes were no longer on him but on the witch at his side. He was staring at Hermione and not trying to hide the fact. The blonde was checking her out, "Nice, Mione."
It wasn't her fault if Malfoy wanted to stare. She met the penetrating gaze and quirked a brow in question. Was he expecting her to have grown a tail? She was still the same Hermione Granger, even if she could no longer be considered a Mudblood. Her blood still wasn't as pure as his but her parentage would demand more respect than his. "Like you got room to talk."
He snorted as Parkinson turned again to see if he was still looking. He smiled at the two, probably talking about them. He had to admit that Parkinson wasn't that bad looking, she had a definite cute look to her. Not even the slightly turned up nose affected the fact that she had high cheekbones, full lips and flawless skin. The witch also had a nice little body on her. He had noticed it last year when she had worn jeans to a trip to Hogsmeade.
"Why in the bloody hell is Parkinson staring at you?" Ginny curled her lip, turning her gaze to the Slytherin table. There was no mistaking who the witch was staring at. "Harry, why are you smiling? It wasn't funny. That ugly slut is gawking at you like you were on the buffet."
"I don't think she's ugly, Ginny." Harry wondered if he should point out that Pansy was actually cuter than Ginny, in his opinion that was. She was an attractive witch, which was why a lot of the boys in Slytherin liked her. "Actually, she is rather attractive and she has a nice arse."
"Are you mad, Harry?" Ron couldn't believe he'd say that and in front of Ginny. Was he saying it just to get his sister jealous? Even if it were a ploy to get her jealous, couldn't he chose someone other than Parkinson? The girl was atrocious looking.
"No, Ron, I am very sane. Perhaps, I just have different tastes than you. You don't have to agree with me and I'm not asking you to." Harry didn't care if he didn't agree. Ron had a thing for Hermione. While he would admit that Hermione was a beautiful witch, she did nothing for him. Pansy Parkinson was different and didn't have simple looks, that was nothing to look down upon. "I think she is rather cute and her look is unique."
"But she is a snake. There is nothing unique or cute about her." Ron looked towards Neville for support. The bloke just shrugged and went back to eating.
"Ronald," Hermione couldn't believe he'd be so narrow-minded. "Just because someone is in a different house doesn't affect whether or not they are attractive. Harry is allowed to his opinion, even if you do not share it."
"Yeah but it is Parkinson, she's a dog." She reminded Ron of the dog his Great-Aunt Tessie used to have. With her piggish nose and nasty attitude. "How can he say that and in front of Ginny? How would you like it if I were to say I found Lavender attractive?"
"I would hope you did since you dated her. As far as you saying it, I wouldn't care. We are no longer together so you are free to like or date whoever you please. The same goes for Harry. I believe he has made it clear that they aren't together, so I see nothing wrong with him saying he thinks another girl is pretty." Hermione saw nothing wrong with Harry liking someone else or looking at another. There was no way Pansy Parkinson could be as horrid as Ginny.
"Bloody Hell, HERMIONE!" Ron wanted to shake some sense into her. She was talking about Harry and Ginny like they wouldn't work things out. It wasn't right and she was going to upset them. Why was she being such a bitch? Defending a Slytherin. "NEXT YOU'LL BE SAYING YOU WANT TO SHAG MALFOY!"
Did he have to shout so loud? Harry gulped seeing the anger rising in her eyes. Not only had he said it loud enough for them to hear but all four tables were turning to look at them. Everyone had heard the accusation. What would she say? Everyone was patiently waiting for her reply.
"Who I shag is none of your concern." Hermione made a mental note to NEVER forgive him for his stupidity. The discussion hadn't needed to be shared with the entire room. Even the professors were listening in, aghast at their open argument. "If I want to shag Malfoy, then I will. Your problem is you're scared that he may actually convince me to give it up when you couldn't."
The clearing of an old throat broke the tense silence. Talking began anew, as if a button had released the mute option. Harry watched as Hermione stood and left without saying another word. Leave it to Ron to make the opening feast a spectacle. Not wanting to remain, he got up to follow her.
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"You got the date wrong," Pansy tapped on the date scribbled down in the essay. Snape may allow them a few errors but he was particular about correctly dating important events. "The protest occurred in ninety-two, not three. Fix it."
"That means I'll have to write the blasted thing over again or he'll deduct points for neatness." Draco scratched it out and scribbled in the correct date. He would just consider this as a rough draft. He had another week to get it done. Leave it to the snarky bastard to assign them an essay their first week in.
"Have you noticed the difference in class?" She turned the page of the text book, not really paying attention to the information it contained. Her mind was going back on the things she had learned the week before returning to Hogwarts. The going rumor was that Potter, Granger and Lovegood belonged to the Dark Lord. It had come from her father, he would not lie about it. He was a faithful follower, along with Draco's father. The information had to be kept secret and not discussed while at school. Not everyone was privy to the information. They had all taken an oath to not speak of it on school grounds. To do so would cause pain, something she didn't care for.
"Yes, Snape isn't going to cross any lines. He has his reasons." Draco read the passage in the book, wondering how to word it that didn't sound like he had copied it from a text. He didn't want to talk about it, he had taken the oath about it. Wording the conversation would be hard without breaking his vow. Not only would they feel the excruciating pain, the Dark Lord would know. The man had made sure they knew the rules. They were to watch over his children while keeping the secret. If they risked their safety by talking in Dumbledore's territory, there would be repercussions.
"Yay! Weaslette, is coming this way." Pansy watched the redhead stroll over on a mission. The bitch had been glaring at her for the last week. What was her problem? It wasn't like Weaslette's boyfriend had shouted to the Great Hall that he wanted to shag her. That had been Malfoy being discussed. Either Granger had a thing for her friend or she had some daddy-issues.
"Well, tell her if she weren't so bloody ugly her boyfriend wouldn't have roaming eyes." Draco didn't care if she flew over on the latest Firebolt, he had an essay to work on. He had made Headboy by working for his grades. That meant he had to keep them up and Snape was already making this year impossible to laze about.
"Thanks for the support." Pansy knew why she was coming over. Someone had been tattling and had informed the Gryffindor that she had been watching Potter. Part of it was trying to see the Dark Lord in the Golden Boy. She saw more of Draco's aunt, that crazy lunatic that gave her the chills. It wasn't because he was gorgeous and had a nice arse. Or that she found his hair sexy. He also had bedroom eyes, the kind that could turn a girl on just by gazing into them.
"Parkinson!" Ginny smiled seeing the nervous way the slut was chewing her lip. Her friends stopped behind her, allowing her to address the issue. She would handle this. She was tired of people telling her that Pansy was after her boyfriend. "I suggest you keep your eyes on Malfoy. Harry is with me and he doesn't like you constantly staring at him."
"Really, Weaslette?" Draco almost let Pansy speak but seeing the ginger head so close, he grew aggravated. "Rumor has it that you two have split. Weren't you seen just two days ago snogging with Dean Thomas? Wow, Harry must be a very lenient boyfriend if he is willing to share you with the rest of the Gryffindors."
"Fuck you, Malfoy." That was none of his business. She was only seeing Dean again to make Harry see that he'd lose her if he didn't apologize. He was still hers and she wouldn't allow some Slytherin slag try to tempt him away.
"Not even if the Dark Lord ordered it." Draco wasn't scared of the drawn wand. She didn't scare him and he wanted her to hex him. "Go ahead, hex me. Need I remind you the punishment for drawing your wand at Headboy? Shall I inform the Headmaster that you are causing trouble?"
"Like he would take your side over mine." Ginny wanted to hex him but that was something she'd leave for Ron. "Just keep your little whore away from my boyfriend. Besides Harry would never lower himself for the likes of her. Next time she won't have you around to act as a backbone."
"Go to hell, Weaslette." Pansy snapped, not needing Draco to stand up for her. Had the slut really gotten back with Thomas? Wow, she did move fast and she was calling others a whore? The insult didn't bother her, she wasn't a slut. She had been brought up with morals. "If Harry wanted you, you'd still be his girlfriend. Seeing as he dumped you, he is free to do as he pleases. As in the words of Granger, I'll fuck Potter if I want to."
"I'll warn you only once, stay away from him." What was she worried about? Harry would never look at the Slytherin. He had taste. "Harry has already proposed to me and I will not have you giving him some disease or trying to trick him."
"Right, if anyone has a disease, I'd say you're the most likely candidate." Draco couldn't believe she'd actually accuse someone of being nasty. He would never doubt Pansy's purity. His best friend was a bit of a prude, not loose. "Go away, we are trying to work. Now, before I start deducting points."
Pansy was grateful for the threat, it got the bunch to leave. She didn't want Potter's piece to harass her. "Can you believe that bint? What the hell is she thinking?"
"She is thinking that since someone informed her that Potter has been checking you out, you are a threat to them getting back together." That was the most likely cause of the anger and confrontation. A male didn't stare like that unless he was interested.
"Not likely, I have no interest in Potter." She didn't want him. She would not take Weaslette's leftovers. Even if he were the Dark Lord's heir. They had nothing in common and they couldn't stand each other. There was no point in dating when her marriage would be arranged. This time next year she would be getting married. Being a pureblood, she would have no choice on who she wed. Her father would also be irate if he were to ever learn of her dishonoring her family by giving another wizard her virginity. There would be no point in pursuing someone like Potter.
"Sure you don't and my name is Ronald." Draco laughed at the verbal denial. "What is the matter? Don't tell me you are scared of a challenge? Are you really going to let the Weaslette get away with threatening you?"
"Like you have room to talk, Draco." Pansy wouldn't let him lecture her. "Why are you in the library with me? Why not work on your essay in your dorm? After all, the Headboy and Headgirl have their own private Common Room. Oh, that's right, you're a coward. You suggested we study here so you could hide from Granger. The idea that she may actually want to shag you is too frightening."
"Shut up, Pansy." He wasn't scared of Granger. He was terrified of her. Now she was off-limits for an entirely different set of reasons. He wasn't going to seduce the Dark Lord's first born. He didn't have a death wish. It had nothing to do with being scared of Weasley.
"Why? You don't like me pointing out your cowardice? Why the hesitation?" They both knew that his father would accept the match. Lucius would wet his knickers if his son were to land the daughter of the Dark Lord. Once the war was won, many would seek to win that position.
"I'd ask the same of you?" He wasn't alone. He'd have to be very careful if he decided to pursue Granger. There was the Dark Lord, Potter and Lovegood. He would have to tread lightly as not to offend her. It would be worth it though. Why not pursue what he wanted? He would just have to work harder to prove to the Dark Lord that he was more than perfect for his first born.
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Please review and if you got a preference between George or Blaise let me know pls