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Posted: October 29 2024
Chapter 11: More than implications
As Harry walked away from the Quidditch pitch and wound his way through the shadowed castle corridors, a flicker of guilt tugged at him. He knew he'd gone out of his way and pulled a jerkish move to push the Gryffindors' especially twins buttons. But after 6 years with the Dursleys, he'd learned that letting his guard down or showing weakness only invited trouble. With the way the Weasley twins sometimes pulled pranks that crossed into cruelty, he'd felt the need to give a subtle warning. 'Hopefully, the message landed,' he thought, but he couldn't shake the nagging feeling in the back of his mind.
He was just turning a corner when a sharp, cold voice sliced through his thoughts.
"So, colluding with the lions, are we?"
Harry turned to see Pansy Parkinson, her eyes narrowed, lips curled in distaste as she crossed her arms and fixed him with an accusatory glare.
"Parkinson," he greeted, his tone calm and casual. Despite her confrontational stance, he couldn't help but find amusement in her attempt to intimidate him. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
Her sneer deepened. "I knew you couldn't be trusted. Draco thinks so too. Somehow you've wormed your way into the Inquisitorial Squad." She scoffed, letting her gaze sweep over him as though sizing him up. "Quite a Slytherin move, I'll give you that... though you're supposed to be a Raven."
"Whatever you're thinking, Parkinson," Harry replied smoothly, his eyes glinting with mild amusement, "aren't you usually arm-in-arm with your 'honey-poo' Malfoy?"
Her face turned stony, a muscle in her jaw twitching as she narrowed her eyes. "That's none of your business, Potter," she snapped, her tone laced with annoyance. "What is my business is catching you with Gryffindors. Are you spying on us? I'll go straight to Madam Umbridge right now."
Harry kept his gaze steady and unbothered. "And?"
Parkinson blinked, visibly caught off guard by his calm response. Her mouth opened and closed, as if she were searching for a sharper retort. "And… she'd expose you as the traitor and kick you out of Hogwarts, you are—spying for Dumbledore!" she finally sputtered, her tone full of indignant accusation.
Harry let out a small, mocking chuckle that quickly turned into full, genuine laughter. "You're funny, Parkinson. Really."
Pansy's eyes narrowed dangerously, her cheeks now tinged with a flush of irritation. "What's so funny?" she snarled, voice taut with frustration.
Harry grinned, leaning a little closer. "You were stalking me."
Pansy's eyes widened, and a faint blush bloomed across her cheeks. She sputtered, attempting to regain her composure. "I was not!"
"Of course, you weren't," he replied, his voice taking on a childish, mocking tone. "You just happened to follow me here to the Astronomy Tower, where we're both alone." He raised an eyebrow moving more closer to her, the teasing smile never leaving his face. "You're giving me signals, Parkinson."
She took a step back, her face now visibly red. "I… I came to confront you," she stammered, her voice losing its sharpness.
Harry gave her an appraising look, tilting his head slightly as he stepped a bit closer. "Didn't seem necessary," he said, still grinning. "If you were really serious, you could've gone straight to Umbridge... or Malfoy. But here you are, all alone with me."
Pansy opened her mouth, clearly flustered. "I—I…"
He raised an eyebrow, his grin widening with amusement. "You like me, don't you?"
Her eyes flashed as she put her hands on his chest and pushed him back, her face still flushed. "No! Stay away from me, Potter!"
Harry placed a hand over his heart, feigning a wounded expression. "Ah, you wound me, dear."
Pansy glared, her cheeks still visibly red with embarrassment and anger. "I mean it, Potter. Stay away," she spat, before turning on her heel and practically running down the corridor, her footsteps echoing in her retreat.
As Pansy's figure disappeared around the corner, Harry chuckled to himself, the sound echoing softly in the empty corridor. He couldn't quite explain it, but there was something oddly satisfying about throwing her off balance like that, watching her anger dissolve into a flustered, embarrassed mess. He hadn't expected to get under her skin so easily, but he couldn't deny that he'd enjoyed every second of it.
"Quite a display," a serene voice murmured nearby. Startled, Harry looked up to see Helena, floating gently in the dim shadows of the corridor as she parsed through a wall, her silvery form almost blending into the pale moonlight streaming through the windows. A small, amused smile played on her usually solemn face.
"You're growing bolder this year," she continued, her tone carrying a subtle hint of admiration and, perhaps, a little warning.
Harry chuckled again, scratching the back of his head, feeling both sheepish and oddly proud. "I don't know what came over me. It was a bit of a jerk move, but... I kind of enjoyed it."
Helena's faint smile widened, her eyes twinkling with understanding. "You're becoming more like that godfather of yours," she mused, shaking her head as though reminiscing on long-past memories. "But," she added, her tone shifting to something more serious, "you should be careful, Harry. Umbridge has taken a special interest in you, and pairing you with Parkinson for patrols was no accident. That was the reason she came to talk to you."
Harry's smirk faded slightly, his expression turning thoughtful as he considered her words. "Ah, that makes sense now," he replied, nodding. "Guess I'll have to be on my guard around her."
Helena floated closer, her gaze turning grave. "Indeed. You're poking at too many thorns at once, Harry. Slytherins, Gryffindors, Umbridge… you're weaving a tangled web. I worry it might come back to bite you."
He met her gaze, giving a reassuring nod. "I'll be careful, don't worry."
Helena's icy blue eyes softened, a rare look of genuine concern crossing her face. "See that you do. And, Harry... you might consider revisiting the Room of Requirement. Your training sessions have been... infrequent," she said, her voice tinged with a hint of disapproval. "It's as though you've been... distracted."
Harry's eyebrow quirked, and he smirked. "Funny, I don't remember seeing you at any of my training sessions either," he teased lightly, hoping to coax her out of her rare serious tone.
Helena's lips curved into a faint smile, her gaze regaining its usual cool composure. "I'll appear when you're serious about training," she replied, amusement flickering in her eyes. She was about to speak more but suddenly faded in the walls again.
Harry barely had time to collect his thoughts before the sound of brisk footsteps echoed down the hall. He turned, smirking when he saw Granger approaching, her expression sharp and set in a scowl.
"Who were you talking to?" she demanded, stopping right in front of him, arms crossed and eyes narrowed with suspicion.
Harry shrugged, his smirk widening as he replied, "A lovely and charming ghost."
Granger's scowl deepened, clearly unimpressed. "Can't you ever answer a question without all the sarcasm?"
Harry met her gaze, his expression mischievous. "And you can't stop poking into things that have nothing to do with you, can you?"
She bristled, her cheeks turning the faintest shade of pink. "I don't—" she began defensively.
"Really?" he shot back, raising an eyebrow, his gaze steady. Her attempt to look unfazed only seemed to amuse him more.
She huffed, shaking her head as if dismissing his words. "Anyway, that's not why I came here," she said, her tone laced with frustration. "What were you really doing at the Quidditch pitch? And stay away from Ginny."
Harry's smirk grew, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Aw, jealous, Granger?"
Her cheeks flared a deeper red as she immediately tried to protest and deny it as she got implication behind his words, clearly flustered. "No, I'm not—"
He stepped closer, watching her eyes widen slightly as he leaned in, his smirk never fading. "Come on, don't lie to yourself. You're jealous that I approached her and not you."
To his surprise, she held her ground, pulling out her wand with a defiant glare, her hand steady. He had to admit, she was braver than he'd given her credit for, well she was lionhearted for sure .
"I don't know what game you're playing at…" she began, voice fierce and unwavering, but Harry placed his hand over the tip of her wand, causing her to falter and go silent for a moment, her eyes darting between him and her wand.
"Game?" he echoed softly. "I'm not the one who came sneaking and stalking me around alone, am I? Where are your friends, Hermione?" he asked, emphasizing her name just enough to make her cheeks flush darker.
Her brown eyes widened, and for a second, she stammered. "I'm not stalking you—"
"Really?" he teased, drawing out the word with a knowing smile. "I'm here, alone, and you just happened to find me. How did you even know where to look?" He leaned in just slightly, lowering his voice. "Gryffindors do have a tendency to hunt, don't they? And you like to hunt me don't you? Am I your prey, Hermione ? I would love to be." he spoke his mouth almost near her ears.
Her face was now a deep shade of red as she looked away, visibly flustered. She managed to regain her composure enough to shove him back with a glare. "Stay away from Ginny," she muttered, her voice low, before spinning on her heel and hastily walking away, nearly tripping in her flustered hurry.
'Damn,' he thought to himself with an amused shake of his head, 'I'm really good at scaring away girls. What a jerk move, Harry. And I would have to find a way to counter that map.' he thought, knowing certainly how she found him.
He barely had time to process the encounter before another voice interrupted his thoughts, this one calm but tinged with amusement.
"So this is your true nature, isn't it?"
Harry turned to see Daphne Greengrass emerging from the shadows around the corner, her expression cool and collected, though a hint of curiosity danced in her eyes.
He let out an exasperated sigh, raising an eyebrow as he glanced at her. "What's with everyone catching me alone in the corridors today?"
Daphne smirked, folding her arms as she stepped closer. "Parkinson came to me a few minutes ago, raving about what a 'creep' you are and how you're now *obviously* spying for the Gryffindors," she said, her voice laced with amusement.
Harry snorted, crossing his arms and shaking his head. "And what do you think?" he asked, raising a brow.
She tilted her head, studying him for a moment. "I think you're playing a dangerous game, Potter," she replied, a glimmer of approval in her eyes. "But before you decide to charm your way through any more of Slytherin's finest, a heads-up—you've got patrol with Parkinson tonight. She might not have told you, considering how thoroughly you seemed to scare her off."
Harry let out a low laugh, leaning back against the wall with a satisfied glint in his eyes. "Guess that's one way to deal with her," he said with a shrug, unable to hide his amusement.
Daphne's smirk widened, her blue eyes sparking with humor. "I'll admit, that was a good move. I don't think I've ever seen Parkinson look so rattled."
Harry chuckled, the glint in his eyes turning slightly mischievous. "What can I say? It's all in a day's work."
She let out a soft laugh, shaking her head as she gave him an approving nod. "Well, Potter, looks like you're finally embracing that mischievous side of yours. Just… don't get too reckless." Her gaze softened briefly. "A bit of fun is one thing, but tread carefully."
He nodded, smiling as she turned and began to walk away, her steps light and unhurried. "I'll keep that in mind," he called after her, the smirk still lingering on his face as he thought over his recent encounters. 'Sirius was right… this does feel good.'
It was late at night, and Pansy Parkinson stood by Snape's office, nervously glancing down the dim corridor as she waited. Her mind wandered back to earlier, her irritation bubbling to the surface. 'Draco didn't even come with me, and he didn't believe a word I said about Potter being… creepy,' she thought, frowning. It annoyed her how unprepared she'd been for his taunts and his strange, unsettling way of twisting every word she threw at him. She had barely spoken with Potter in the past four and a half years, but now, here she was, paired with him on patrol, of all things.
A sudden voice broke through the silence, making her jump with a loud shriek.
"Careful, Parkinson," Harry's voice drawled from behind her, clearly amused. "You're defeating the purpose of a patrol if you're going to announce our location with a shriek like that."
Pansy turned, eyes wide as she saw him, that irritating smirk of his plastered across his face. "Where did you come from?" she hissed, trying to collect herself. "And don't ever do that again!"
Harry shrugged, slipping the cloak over his shoulder. "Ahh, but I thought you liked me, Parkinson."
Her face twisted in a scowl. "I don't," she replied, crossing her arms. "I'm only following Madam Umbridge's orders. I still can't believe she assigned me to patrol with you of all people."
Harry chuckled, feigning a wounded look. "Oh, I'm so lucky to have a stalker after me."
Pansy shot him a glare, her cheeks flushed with annoyance. "I am not your stalker!"
He grinned. "Then Malfoy's, perhaps?" he quipped, clearly enjoying her discomfort.
Pansy's scowl deepened. "No," she said sharply as they began to walk down the corridor together, her footsteps echoing against the stone floor.
"Hmm, could've fooled me," Harry said with a mischievous smirk. "I would've thought you'd be the dedicated type. Loyal to Malfoy's every whim."
Pansy rolled her eyes, giving him a hard look. "I'm not here to discuss Draco, Potter. Let's just finish this patrol."
They walked in silence for a while, Harry's occasional glances making her tense. He seemed perfectly at ease, hands tucked behind his back as he strolled beside her, while she couldn't shake the irritation bubbling inside her. He seemed to enjoy needling her, like this patrol was just another game. As they turned down a corridor leading to the main hall, Harry caught sight of a figure near the doors—a blonde girl with dreamy eyes, standing outside in her usual eccentric fashion. Pansy's eyes narrowed, A sneer crept across Pansy's face as she saw the perfect opportunity to make her presence known.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" she sneered, her voice dripping with malice. "The famous Loony Lovegood, out on her own at night. What are you doing, Lovegood? Communing with your imaginary friends?"
Luna looked up, unfazed by the insult, her wide, silvery eyes blinking at Pansy with calm curiosity. "Hello, Pansy," she replied softly, as though they were old friends meeting by chance. "No, I was just thinking about the stars. Did you know some say they sing?"
Pansy rolled her eyes. "The stars… singing? How typical of you, Loony. You really are as mad as they say," she spat, stepping closer in an attempt to intimidate her.
Harry took a step forward, positioning himself subtly between Pansy and Luna. "That's enough, Parkinson," he said quietly but firmly, his tone holding an edge that made Pansy pause.
Pansy's eyes flashed with irritation as she looked at Harry, his unwavering stance both annoying and unyielding. "Protecting her now, are we, Potter? Seems like an odd choice for someone trying to climb up the ranks in the Inquisitorial Squad."
Harry raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. "Funny, I thought we were here to keep order, not torment random students just because of who they're."
Luna gave Harry a small, grateful smile, watching the scene unfold with her usual calm demeanor.
Pansy spotted her as well, and her lip curled in disgust. "Well, well. Rooting for Loony Lovegood, are we?" she sneered, her voice laced with disdain.
Harry's expression didn't change, though he shot her a quick glance. "She's my housemate," he replied, smoothly lying, "and she couldn't solve the riddle to enter the dorms so here she is."
Pansy's eyes narrowed as she looked between him and Luna, suspicion plain on her face. "And she's friends with Gryffindors, isn't she?" Pansy's voice was biting. "I'm sure she came from one of their secret meetings."
Harry chuckled, crossing his arms and fixing Pansy with a bemused look. "So let me get this straight—you call her 'Loony' because of how strange you think she is, but at the same time, you think she's capable of scheming with Gryffindors?"
Pansy's face flushed as her scowl deepened, clearly irritated by his casual tone. "You ? She's a Ravenclaw, and for all I know she could be their member ."
"Right," Harry replied, brushing her off as he stepped over toward Luna. "I'll finish the patrol alone from here, Parkinson. Feel free to report back to Umbridge if you're so keen."
Pansy opened her mouth as if to protest but ultimately huffed, turning on her heel. "Suit yourself, Potter. But remember, don't come crying if she finds out," she snapped before stalking off, her footsteps loud as she disappeared around the corner.
Harry waited until she was out of sight, then turned to Luna. "Alright there, Luna?"
Luna gave him a dreamy smile, nodding. "Oh yes, thank you, Harry. I had a rather tricky situation with wrackspurts."
"Got it now?" he asked with a grin.
"Oh, I always do. It just takes a bit of patience sometimes," she replied, her gaze drifting as if watching invisible creatures flit through the air.
He chuckled, nodding toward the Ravenclaw entrance. "Better get going before Parkinson decides to double back."
She nodded with a serene smile. "Thank you, Harry. It was kind of you to help."
With a final nod, he watched her slip through the doors, leaving him alone in the corridor once more. As he started back, he couldn't help but chuckle to himself. 'Looks like I'll need to keep my wits about me on these patrols. I still need something for Umbitch though'
So, this was for the Eleventh chapter. I know some might think this drama, just hold on I'll quicken the pace .
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