Chapter 34: Pansy

-3rd person POV-

In the Slytherin common room was Pansy Parkinson with complex emotions. A moment ago Red Weasley, someone he hated, said things that pierced his heart. She couldn't accept what she said, if it was like that then everything she strives for would be a lie.

'That damn Weasley just wants to mess with my head again, he should learn from Gemma, he doesn't know anything about me or Draco, he just talks stupid. It's not that Draco doesn't recognize what I do for him, it's just that for the honor and nobility of his house he can't lower himself to show it in front of others. Yes, that's it, I'll show it to you'

She ran out of the common room to try to find Draco, but it was too late to reach him and she didn't know where she might be. With that she decided to go to the great hall so she could meet him when he went to breakfast, plus she could prove to Weasley in person that she was wrong, which she was even more excited about.

The girl ran out to the large dining room hoping to meet that boy she was in love with. When he got to the Slytherin table she couldn't find him, but she sat down to eat something meanwhile until she showed up.

Some time after she finished her breakfast, a blond boy followed by two other burly boys entered the great hall and sat down at the Slytherin table. When Pansy saw them she quickly got up and went to where they sat.

"Drake!" I call the happy girl.

The boy just ignored her when he saw her, he already knew how insistent Pansy was, plus he couldn't forget what he saw in the Slytherin common room. He couldn't help but glare at her, then remember how he found her asleep in Weasley's arms.

"What do you want?" Malfoy asked in disgust.

"I already told you, it wasn't my fault" she excused herself after understanding why he was looking at her that way "I lost a bet and Weasley took the opportunity to cast a spell on me, I wouldn't even want to touch him if possible" She explained desperately trying to eliminate any confusion .

"Hum" Draco finished nodding, he preferred to believe that a true Slytherin to think that she had sided with Weasley. He was still upset, but not so much with Pansy, it was Weasley who was the problem from the beginning, if it wasn't for Snape reprimanding them, surely many Slytherins would go after him.

"Draco… I want to ask you something" she said, but she started to get nervous. At this moment she realized that if Weasley was right then her world would fall apart. "What do you think of me?"

"Why do you ask that?" She said with a frown.

"Just answer please" Pansy said shakily.

"You are one of the sacred 28 pure bloods, the Parkinson family is very honorable and noble, just as magicians should be" she said without much encouragement what she thought.

"No, I'm not talking about my family, I want to know what you think about me. Would you choose me or Crabbe and Goyle?" She said quickly as she grabbed Malfoy's sleeve somewhat anxiously.

"Why bother with that so much...?" Said the boy annoyed by Pansy's insistence as she took his robe from her hands "I would choose Crabbe or Goyle, they are more useful" he pronounced without taking into account the feelings of the girl.

"What?! Why? With everything I try to help you and make you happy" the girl said anxiously now with glazed eyes, holding on to Malfoy again.

"Let go of me" he said abruptly removing Pansy's hands from himself "that's why I choose them. They at least are useful unlike you, you're a girl, so I don't send you to do my errands like a them, plus you're too emotional. You're too annoying, you insist on being close to me at all times, I can't even have breakfast in peace without you asking me stupid questions. With the two of them I don't have these problems" he said without the slightest compassion "Leave of being so sticky that the only thing you do is to disgust me, now leave me alone, I want to have a quiet breakfast at least once" he said very abruptly

He was right about Parkinson's behavior. Ever since Red Weasley had appeared in his life, his attitude had changed.

Due to the conflicts between the two, Pansy had gotten closer to Malfoy, since in addition to being his lover, he was also the opponent of the red-haired boy, and to further show her support and annoy the redhead, the girl tried to get closer. more to Malfoy. But she didn't know that what she did for a boy like Malfoy, who didn't understand well about the feelings between men and women, was nothing more than an annoying attitude, so all the effort she put into pleasing him had the opposite effect, bringing those words loaded with so much dissatisfaction that I was now listening to.

Pansy froze on her spot, she couldn't believe her ears, Weasley's voice saying this morning along with Malfoy's words now repeated inside her head on an infinite loop.

She ran out of the great hall, since she couldn't stay here anymore, she felt her heart ache, her eyes burn and her vision tremble.

Her performance did not go unnoticed by her roommates, who had arrived shortly after Malfoy. They didn't get along due to her fanaticism for the blond boy, but now that they saw how Malfoy treated her they felt even more disgusted with him. She if she couldn't even treat her friends well what can she expect from others

They knew Pansy's feelings for Draco, so the words she said to him were especially hurtful in her opinion. Even though they didn't get along with her, they still felt sorry for her and reconsidered whether they should go comfort her.

Pansy had run to the bathroom to cry for a while, she felt her heart break. Maybe if Weasley hadn't spoken to her this morning telling her that she was nothing to Draco, even if she heard the same words today, she probably wouldn't have been so affected.

She washed her face several times trying to wipe away her tears not caring that the other girls going in and out of the bathroom saw her in this state, but still she didn't seem to stop. After recovering a little she left there, but with a weak body, she walked, but she did it involuntarily, she herself does not remember how she got to class.

Sitting at her desk, she fell silent. She didn't hear the class or anything around her, the voices in her head echoed over and over again, she was in class, but she wasn't aware of it. Inside her she tried to find an excuse for what happened today and comfort herself with it.

During lunch she ate only out of habit and during that time she gave the red-haired boy a long look, she couldn't make out the emotions she felt, but her words echoed once more. She can't take it anymore and she quickly finished what was left on her plate to get the hell out of there.

When all the classes for the day were over Pansy was going to go straight to her bedroom, she didn't want to do anything else.

As she walked, she said in her mind.

'You're right, the problem is that I was too insistent, he doesn't dislike me, it's just that it wasn't the best time to ask him. It was my fault for invading his space, I just have to stop being so clingy with him... he doesn't hate me, it was just a small mistake 'she repeated to herself trying to deny the possibility that she feared so much .

When she got to her bedroom she was able to find her three roommates, each of them on their beds doing homework. She got depressed because of her bad luck, she wanted to come to be alone, but she met all of them here. She thought maybe it was best to go outside, but she didn't have the heart to risk running into Draco again today, so she just leaned against a wall away from the other girls.

"Pansy, are you okay?" Davis asked.

"Yes why do you ask?" She said listlessly trembling and confused, since she hadn't gotten along with them for a long time.

"We saw today" revealed Millicent "with Malfoy"

"Nothing happened today, just... just..." she started to tear up without being able to finish responding, the moment she remembered it, those feelings came back and she couldn't help but cry.

Tracey walked over to the sobbing girl and hugged her. She didn't hate her, although she disliked the decisions he made of her, even so she was someone very empathetic and kind, so he felt bad for her.

Pansy ended up returning the hug crying on her shoulder. Millicent and Daphne also came over to hug and comfort her. After that they took her to sit on her bed with them, there they offered her some sweets and they started talking.

The girls chatted and laughed, talked about the teachers they didn't like, the new rumors that were going around, about their old misfortunes when they were girls during their etiquette education... little by little the differences they had at first dissolved, through laughter they approached again.

A couple of hours passed while they laughed and ate something, Pansy also started doing her homework with them. It felt great to have friends to talk to again.

"I can't believe Malfoy would look down on you like that, and everything you do for him?" Complained Tracey, who is the most outgoing among them.

"It's not his fault, I was too clingy with him." Pansy tried to excuse Draco.

"Well, he should feel grateful that with his attitude a pretty girl is so persistent with him," she said, causing Pansy, despite her belief in Malfoy, to feel happy to be considered in such a way.

"... Anyway, it's all Weasley's fault" she after stopping for a moment she got angry again with the red-haired boy, for no other reason than wanting to find a guilty party.

"And what does that have to do with anything?" Millicent asked

"Yes, that Malfoy is an idiot he has nothing to do with Weasley, unless you tell me that when I was little I hit him on the head with his broom" continued Davis.

"He put a spell on me...it's all his fault"

"He Spelled you?" x3

"Yes, you know... yesterday..." she said somewhat self-consciously

The three girls looked at each other and then at Pansy. They didn't know what to answer her, since she seemed very sure of that.

"He didn't spell you"

"Yeah, we saw how you fell asleep on your own. He didn't do anything to you."

"Umm… well, I may have fallen asleep, I was really tired, it wasn't my fault. But I'm sure he did cast a spell on me while I slept" she said confidently.

"Why do you say that?"

"What did he do to you?"

"I'm sure he cast a confusion spell or something on me, since when I woke up...he...looked different. He was completely different from the Weasley we know, he looked...handsome." She hesitated to say "How could that disgusting Weasley look so beautiful? I'm sure he did it to confuse me" she remembered what happened yesterday.

The three girls looked at each other again and after a moment Tracey started laughing.

"What is so funny?" I ask Parkinson.

"Weasley's always been pretty cute," Tracey laughed.

"That can't be true" she was startled by what she heard, she was sure that she had been spelled to believe that, "Tell her Millicent" she looked for support thinking that maybe it was Tracey who had strange tastes.

"He…he does look pretty cute…" Millicent said a little sheepishly as she hid her face against the pillow trying to cover her blush. Out of all of them here, she was the one that the red-haired boy liked the most who defended her a long time ago and said that she looked beautiful.

"Daphne...?" She turned to her last hope.

"Certainly, I think within the margin he does look good" she said in a monotone, only pausing for a moment from her writing without the slightest change of expression "I think I heard he has a curse on him"

"Yeah I heard it too, while he was talking to some Hufflepuff girls they mentioned it" Tracey said.

"Do you talk to Hufflepuff?" Parkinson asked surprised.

"Not only Weasley can have friends everywhere, in fact it was thanks to him that I started talking to others, he's quite good. They are nice girls when you meet them, although at first it was difficult, after we met everything was quite nice" I comment bringing the surprises of the other three girls "I said I was Red's friend and with that I was able to start a conversation with the others, the girl named Susan seems to like him a lot so I wonder a lot about him, mainly about whether he was bothered here at Slytherin to which I told him the truth and..."

"Tracey, you're going off on a limb," Daphne stopped her.

"Ohh, sorry, where was he? Ah, yes... I was told that he has a curse that a witch put on him because she was jealous of his beauty. They said that it would make everyone who sees him fear him and that when someone who is afraid of him will be unable to contemplate his beauty. It is said that this is the reason why his hair has the color of blood, that it was dyed that color when he was cursed" he recounted the gossip he had heard.

"I also remember that he didn't look so good at first, but when he helped me when Malfoy attacked me something changed, from that moment I can see him as he really is" Millicent commented.

"Me too," Tracey said.

"I always saw him like that, I think I was never afraid of him" said Daphne.

"I don't think you're afraid of anything in this life, Daphne, you're weird," Tracey laughed, but she didn't gain any expression from the girl.

"That can't be true" Pansy exclaimed "I was never afraid of Weasley"

"So why now if you could see he was handsome?"

"That disgusting, disgusting Weasley with his hideous pig's blood hair is not handsome in the slightest," she sulked.

"Seriously, I thought I heard a moment ago, when you thought you loved him, that he had become very beautiful" the girl mocked "Pansy doesn't want to accept that she likes the way Weasley looks" she laughed along with Millicent.

"Shut up" she threw her pillow at the girls who laughed at her "That's a lie, I don't like that damn Weasley. I thought we were friends again, don't make fun of me" she complained annoyed.

"Hahaha, seriously" Tracey said and then went over to her bedside table and opened a drawer to take some photos "I think here I have proof to the contrary... if not how could you fall asleep so peacefully in her arms" she said while I selected one of them which said -When you can only sleep in his arms-

When Pansy saw the picture of her sleeping in Weasley's arms she froze, she had completely forgotten about them.

"Give it to me" I jump off the bed towards Tracey.

She this she ran and had to chase her around the room, jumping beds and knocking over furniture. Both girls ran across the room, only stopping when Pansy was finally able to get the photo, completely married, red and messy.

"Okay, you can have that one, I have plenty of others" Tracey laughed as she showed them the other photos that she was holding in a fan shape, like a hand of cards.

Pansy realized that all this chasing was futile, she got just one of many. She exchanged her gaze over the photo she had in her hand and the ones Davis had, even more so when she read what they said, some of them were too embarrassing.

"Please...give them to me" she said pitifully.

"And what do I gain from it?" The girl laughed.

"I won't tell Professor Snape that you were the one who accidentally dropped his vial of thestral tears, the other time you went to his office while he was away" she said very threateningly.

"You wouldn't dare" she said widening her eyes.

"I would do anything for those photos" she said confidently, since they were clearly a stab at her person and reputation.

"Hmm… just take them, damn it" she said annoyed as she handed him the photos.

Pansy quickly tore them into pieces and cast a burning spell on them to erase all traces of them.

"You two don't have any more, do you?" She asked the other two classmates of hers.

"No, I'm not interested in those things" Daphne said.

"I do, but you have nothing to threaten me with" laughed Millicent lying on her bed.

"She has a picture that I sneakily took of Red hidden in her things," Tracey said off to the side.

"Tracey! We're supposed to be on the same team!" Millicent yelled at her completely red.

"If I can't have them, why can you?" she replied.

Pansy looked at Millicent for a while after hearing it, but at this moment it was not important, what mattered were the photos of her. With something like that, she got the photos that Millicent had, but she had to promise her that she would never mention anything about that photo to anyone.

After finishing those photos as well, she let out a long sigh.

"I think you're forgetting that you still have the most difficult hurdle left," Daphne reminded her.

"Which?" I ask confused.

"Weasley...they got the pictures of him, so it's certain he would have them too. From what I understand of him you'll have a hard time getting them off him. He's not easy at all, possibly one of the most complicated people in the world." which to get them" he reminded her.

At this point Pansy froze and then hit her head with her wand for forgetting the source of all this trouble. Unlike her classmates, who despite having to extort them to get them back, she knew she wouldn't use them against her, but he was different. Clearly it would be impossible to trust her good will to obtain them.

The other girls in the dorm laughed a bit at Pansy's misfortune and her comical performance.

Pansy, on the other hand, had to endure the teasing and gain courage for what she was going to do next...