Screw the Malfoys, Pansy blooming
“Goddamn Potter. Public apology and all Lord-like so I can’t even call him out in public anymore. But I still hate him and I have to undermine him. The goddamn champion of Mudbloods and halfbreeds and his weird pets he thinks are his sisters…I need a plan.” Draco Malfoy muttered.
“Draco, sweetheart. You have been muttering the same five sentences over and over for hours. You are stressed. Why don’t you forget about Potter, and think more about Parkinson?” Pansy, Draco’s girlfriend asked. She wanted to run her hands through his hair, but it hasn’t grown back yet after the dragon scorched it off.
“Think about Parkinson…great idea, Pansy! Maybe your father can help us plan. He’s not as busy as mine!” Draco said. “He’d like Potter gone too!”
Pansy’s smile, which was affectionate before, turned strained. “No, silly, I mean me!”
“Ah, so you are helping me with my next scheme?” Draco asked.
Pansy’s eye twitched. “No Draco, I mean, let’s just enjoy each other. Doing boyfriend-girlfriend stuff. Kiss, talk, go on a nice date in Hogsmeade…”
“Hogsmeade! Great idea.” Draco said. Pansy was happy Draco finally caught on. “We can use our date as a cover to spy on Potter’s motley crew and we wait to strike…”
Pansy puffed her cheeks, turned red, and looked ready to explode. But she held herself back barely, took a few deep breaths to calm down and spoke again. “No Draco, just a date. No scheme, no plan. Just a nice date.”
“But how would I be able to get back at Potter?” Draco asked dumbly.
“FORGET ABOUT POTTER, YOU DUMBE BLONDE PRETTY BOY!” This time Pansy didn’t hold herself back. “You always talk about how you hate Potter, Mudbloods and everything that is not a hundred percent human and Pureblood wizard. But I have a life outside of that, I have needs outside of that. And I need you to be a boyfriend. Is that so hard?”
“But their sheer existence…” Draco muttered.
“They’re not going anywhere! They’ll be around later to get rid off if you care that much. But I’m here now. We are dating but we barely do boyfriend-girlfriend stuff. I want to be showered in compliments, given gifts, have a romantic walk down Hogsmeade, snog. Something. Talk about other things in life like romance, hobbies…anything else but Potter or his crew. I want to know I matter in your life?” Pansy said.
“You matter to me, Pansy!” Draco said.
“Oh yeah, where do you see us in the future?” Pansy asked.
“I see us together, a happily wedded couple, large mansion with elves serving us and a family…” Draco said. Pansy felt less angry when he said that. “And Potter and his ilk dead at our feet, or maybe a little alive so we can rub in our success.” There it was again.
“Draco, you make it sound like this whole future you see is just to get a one-up over Potter.” Pansy muttered.
“Yes.” Draco said with a smarmy grin. It was like he thought this was normal.
“Look, I don’t like Potter either, or I don’t like him on principle of you not liking him, which is perhaps not true dislike, but he is not the center of my entire life. I mean, I can do stuff OTHER then torment him. You get that?” Pansy said.
“I don’t understand.” Draco said with a confused look.
Pansy wanted to strangle him. ‘Find a nice boyfriend of pure blood’ her parents said. ‘Aim high, like the Malfoys’ they said. ‘They’re good people with bright futures’ they said. She thought Draco was a good sort. Rich, handsome, pureblood…Er, there were other reasons but Pansy may have forgotten about them. Maybe because he was Slytherin? I mean he has all the traits, he’s cunning…wait, no that’s not right. He is ambitious…no wait, he is stuck in one place with no way to move forward. What other traits that scream Slytherin…Pureblood? She already said that.
She guesses sometimes she was taken in by his status and pretty face but she thought if it was worth all that if she had to deal with…this manchild. It was cute at first trying to defeat his rival…when they were eleven. They are fourteen or fifteen, now they’re growing up but Draco…did he really change? “Now, do you have any hobbies? Or interests? Don’t think about Potter or his friends, is there something else you like to do?” Pansy asked. Maybe he’d get it if she could get him to talk about hobbies.
“I enjoy Quidditch!” Draco Malfoy said. She knew that already but she felt hopeful that it got him on a different track. “Especially when I bought all those brooms and got onto the team, the look on Potter’s face!”
How did one guy manage to raise her hopes so high and then make them crash like a Hippogriff with a stroke in mid-flight. “Do you even enjoy Quidditch for non-Potter-related reasons?” Pansy asked.
“I don’t understand the question.” Draco Malfoy said.
This time Pansy Parkinson lost her crap! She tackled him to the ground and started strangling him, Crabbe and Goyle having to pull her off. After she calmed down, they let her go. She then pounced on Draco again, which had her pulled off yet again. After three times Pansy had calmed down and Draco had a few extra bruises and dislocated shoulder. “What is the matter with you?” Draco asked.
“The matter is…you are a loser!” Pansy said. “You have no life! Sure, Pureblood traditions are important, but you have nothing of yourself to live for. Everything you do is in the vain of getting back at Potter for a supposed sleight and now I think about it, the guy had the right idea to not hang around you. He holds weird company but at least he is surrounded by people and creatures with braincells!” Pansy ranted. “All you talk about it Potter, of things your father will hear about, Potter, things daddy buys, and did I mention Potter? You care more about Potter then you do me! Am I just an extension of you, a future trophy wife whom just stands there and goes along with everything?”
“Well, yeah!” Draco said. Guy had the survival instincts of a peanut.
Pansy’s face fell, the sheer audacity. “I wasted three years of my life with you.” She realized. “I expected to be married off to someone one day. I could live with that if it was to make the family proud and to keep tradition. But no matter what…I’d rather play nice with the Mudbloods and advocate creatures then I would spend the rest of my life with you. We are done, Draco Lucius Malfoy!” Pansy gave him a two-fingered salute, turned around and left.
“What the f*** is her problem?” Draco wondered. “Never mind, I’ll deal with that later, at least I can back to scheming against Potter in peace.”
“And they call us stupid.” Crabbe noted to Goyle.
“They’d be right. We’re stupid but they tend to forget we’re not the only stupid ones and also that not all stupid people appear stupid at first glance.” Goyle said.
“But if we know we’re stupid, it means we know something and not that we know nothing making us a little less stupid?” Crabbe babbled.
“Crabbe, you blew me mind.” Goyle replied.
“Stop yapping and help me scheme…no wait, can’t count on you for that, you’re too dumb. Just stand there and remain quiet like good bookends.” Draco said. The two blockheads wonder why they even put up with him.
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“What the f*** were you thinking, Lucius Abraxas Malfoy?” Narcissa Malfoy asked her husband at home, screaming her lungs out.
“Thinking about what?” Lucius asked.
“About how dragon liver has gone up by two Sickles in price.” Narcissa snarked. “I was talking about the dragon at the freakin’ tournament, you lobotomized Demiguise!” Narcissa spat. “What were you thinking?”
“I didn’t count on Dumbledore getting all that extra security or that disgusting transformation of the Dragon into a halfbreed. It’d have been a good plan to get rid of the Potter boy otherwise.”
“If that security wasn’t here, most of the people in the audience would be dead!” Narcissa shouted.
“Yeah, getting rid of the Mudbloods, their supporters and everyone else. Ministry would be under scrutiny and they’d beg me and my friends to lend support to fix it, giving us even more power…” Lucius explained.
“Even our son!” Narcissa reminded him.
“He’s ok.” Lucius assured her.
“He got his hair burnt off, and so did you! If the shields weren’t there my son would be roasted like a chicken!” Narcissa said. She felt a vein pop in her head due to sheer stupidity. “You could have gotten him killed. Just like that stint with the cursed book and the basilisk.”
“To be fair, I didn’t know it was a basilisk and it was supposed to only get rid of those impure but it couldn’t even do that…” Lucius said.
“It doesn’t matter if it was successful or not! Our son could have been caught in the crossfire. He could have been dead!” Narcissa said.
“But he isn’t!” Lucius argued.
“That’s not the issue. The issue is that you were incredibly reckless and endangered our son and probably several of our allies’ children with this idiocy. We are already in hot water due to Barty Jr.’s capture and you do this.” Narcissa said.
“A temporary problem. While we aren’t allowed to leave the country, we are able to delay everything until a plan is formed, everyone is too busy with the Tournament. We have time to let this cool down so we can go back…” Lucius started to say but his wife interrupted him.
“Barty’s testimony will lead to my cousin Sirius getting a fair trial and no doubt he’ll walk free due to unjust imprisonment. Don’t forget that I’m a part of the Black family and he is currently the head. He could make things difficult for us. Don’t forget a lot of our fortune came from a Black Family dowry.” Narcissa ranted.
“But the Malfoys are wealthy too!” Lucius argued.
“Not as much as you think, certainly not enough to have made a difference at the Ministry without the Black funds. After all the original Malfoys coming to Britian from France were criminals escaping justice whom conned their way into some money and used it to buy citizenship.” Narcissa explained.
“That is an exaggeration!” Lucius noted.
“Which means its largely true. Well, Sirius adores the Potter boy and loves him like a son, probably making him his heir. At best we’ll have to kiss up, at worst we’ll be poor and divorced.” Narcissa said. Though she wondered if divorce was all that bad.
“It doesn’t have to come to that. I have connections in the Ministry. If Black enters custody of the DMLE I can have him vanish and our son will be the future head of the Black family instead.” Lucius noted.
“Oh, before that may have been true, but the current Ministry under Fudge is shaken up. Not to mention the DMLE got a nice, huge donation from Potter so they can bring in better tools, people and security measures. Black is somewhere only Bones and select few know and those people aren’t going to tell anyone. And guess what? The donation was due to selling the Basilisk corpse of the same beast your actions unleashed. If you hadn’t acted on your own whim we would not be here!” Narcissa said.
“How can you know all that?” Lucius asked.
“You’re not the only one whom has connections at the Ministry. What do you think me and the other wives talk about during our tea parties? The housework we let our elves do?” Narcissa answered. “Anyhow, it all started because you fucked with the Dark Lord’s book and now he is going to be so pissed when he returns. I can’t have our family get killed. My son was nearly killed by a snake and a dragon, I don’t want him to be dead at the hands of a madman.”
“The Dark Lord won’t kill any of us. I have power within the Ministry. I’m useful for him. He will be miffed but not enough to kill us.” Lucius said.
“The Dark Lord kills people for taking the last cookie.” Narcissa droned. “I don’t want Draco to become a next gen Death Eater.” Narcissa said. “The boy isn’t too bright and as much as I love him, the Dark Lord would have a reason to kill him quickly or send him on a suicide quest.”
“No, we have power, we have riches, we can work with it. We are too valuable for the Dark Lord…We will be able to rise again, and at the same time purge the filth of the society…” Lucius began.
“I don’t care what that noseless wanker wants us to do! I didn’t take the Mark, you did. I didn’t stop you from letting him use our manor for meetings before since we’d otherwise be killed for denying him. But I can’t do that again. Things are different, I am a mother protecting her child. And I’d do anything to do that, even if I have to kiss Sirius’ ass and ask for protection.” Narcissa said.
“Don’t you dare fraternize with your blood traitor cousin! It will put a bigger target on your back. We prove ourselves loyal, we can regain his favor and take our place at his side as rulers of the Wizarding world.” Lucius said.
“You are a cowardly, spineless prat! You would throw our son under the bus and risk our lives for a chance at forgiveness from a psycho maniac!” Narcissa said.
“Nothing will happen to him, in fact the Dark Lord is eager for new recruits, it’ll be a honor for Draco.” Lucius said.
“That’s it! I’m out! I am not going to be subservient to the Dark Lord and risk my son’s life. I am getting out. I am going to take my distance from you and I’m taking our son with us. Kicking and screaming if I have to.” Narcissa said.
“You are nothing without me, you are a trophy wife. You have nothing to call your own. You’d be lost.” Lucius said.
“Hardly. I have connections to the Blacks, I had a promising career prior to you forcing me to quit after Draco was born and I should be able to pick it up again. And I also have connections like I mentioned. I have a lot of intel too, so I can make myself valuable really quick.” Narcissa said. “That and it’d be fine to see the sister again that hasn’t been driven mad.”
“Andromeda is a blood traitor whom shacked up with a Muggleborn!” Lucius noted.
“I don’t like her choice in spouse either but I still miss her. So now…get out!” Narcissa said.
“Out? But this is Malfoy Manor? I own this, not you!” Lucius said.
“Remember that bad investment and you needed to save money? You put the manor in my name.” Narcissa said with a sly grin. For all the Slytherin Lucius thinks he is, she is that and more. “Babby, throw him out!”
The Malfoy’s new house elf appeared. “Aye-aye Misstress Cissy!” the House-Elf said.
“What? No! Elf, kick her out! I am the head of the family, obey me!” Lucius said.
“Don’t forget that you couldn’t be bothered to get a new elf and I had to do it. I registered Babby under my name, so he is bound to me, not you! That’s what you get for not doing anything and riding on your ancestors’ coattails and just throwing money at everything instead of having an accomplishment to your own name.” Narcissa said. “Babby, continue throwing him out. You don’t have to be gentle about it.”
And again, Lucius had bad luck with House elves. Like Dobby kicked his arse almost two years ago, Babby threw Lucius out of the manor. On his face. In the mud outside. The guy spluttered before getting up, screaming and throwing a tantrum for about an hour before giving up and leaving, upon finding out he can’t get back in.
Narcissa sighed, sat down and had a bottle of Odgen’s Firewhiskey near her to calm her nerves. She took a few glasses before calling her elf by her side again. “Babby, please deliver a letter to my son, and another to Mrs. Bones, whom probably is in contact with Sirius because of his upcoming trial. I must act fast if I want to protect myself and my son.”
“Babby be on it, Mistress Cissy, ma’am!” the House elf said as he saluted and teleported away with the letters.
Narcissa continued to drown her sorrows. She realized she has kicked a hornet’s nest. She may not have been a Death Eater unlike her husband or some other relatives but she didn’t have the cleanest of hands, she knew that. But she can’t afford things like pride if she was about to survive.”
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Ron Weasley knew life was full of surprises. After all he never expected to get past three-headed dogs, keys, killer plants and giant chess sets to help Harry obtain the Philospher’s stone. He didn’t expected to go in an Acromantula filled forest and the Chamber of Secrets of myth. He didn’t expect to see Dementors up close. And he didn’t see Pansy Parkinson down the corridor, leading to the kitchen, sitting on the ground surrounded by tubs of half-eaten chocolate & peanutbutter ice cream. And she looked miserable.
It was a look of misery he knew. He saw it on both Ginny and his mom during difficult moment in their lives, recovering from the ordeal with the Chamber of Secrets. Down to the ice cream tubs. And Percy too upon learning the man he admired, Barty Crouch Sr. to be no better then the criminals he persecuted. Poor Percy, he could be a berk but his world was shaken up. But…this was Pansy.
What did he know about Pansy? That she was Draco’s friend or girlfriend…He barely talked to her directly, only hearing her speak during class and the times outside of class she just followed Draco’s lead. Like an extension of Draco, a minor character in the story where Draco was a main rival and she just a groupie. Kind of a sad and empty existence. And now she lay there, miserable as hell.
On one hand, it’s Pansy. Slytherin bitch supreme. Though he has learned to warm up to some Slytherins whom had proven they weren’t berks like Draco. He could tolerate Daphne and Tracey. But on the other hand, he barely knew her. What was she other then Draco’s side piece? He could just walk on and let her wallow…though it’d be incredibly wasteful of all the ice cream tubs she didn’t finish.
There was something different. She didn’t have her usual scowl, she just looked heartbroken. It was kind of sad to see. Though he wasn’t stupid enough to think that made her innocent. But on the other hand, a part of him felt he should pity her. But should he say something.
Ron knew he was many things. Stubborn, thick-headed, temperamental, and not the most empathic. It had led to problems with his current friendships. But he had tried to work on himself since then and things were going…all right so far. Though he wondered…If he treats Daphne Greengrass and Tracey Davis with respect now, should he also give Pansy benefit of the doubt? He had more memories of her being nasty then the other Slytherin girls but…maybe it’s a bit of Gryffindor chivalry in that can’t see a damsel distressed. Would she count as a damsel.
But despite everything, Ron was a good guy. A flawed but good guy. Ron thought he’d be crazy, but would decide to approach her. Though at the first sign of trouble he’d hex, get up and run. “You’re going to finish that tub of ice cream?” Ron at that moment realized that he didn’t know how to break ice properly.
“Sod off!” Pansy said.
“Fine, then be eating ice cream alone in a depressing way, bitch!” Ron scoffed.
“Plonker!” Pansy shot back.
“Pug-face!”
“Pig!”
“Bint!”
“Prat!”
“Bimbo!”
“Moron!”
“I’m out!”
“Fine…” Pansy said as she continued eating her ice cream. Ron hadn’t left. “You still here? Why?”
“I dunno? Why are you even here? Aren’t you supposed to be with your boyfriend or something?” Ron asked.
“FYI, I broke up with Draco Malfoy.” Pansy said. “Not that it’s any of your business.”
“I’m sorry?” Ron asked. “Er…do you say that to someone after they go through a breakup? You apologize?”
“Don’t pity me!” Pansy said as she took a huge scoop of ice cream in her mouth. “The smarmy bastard’s head so up in his own arse he is seeing out of his mouth. It’s all about him and how he is going ‘to make Potter pay’.”
“Doesn’t he have hobbies?” Ron asked.
“Apparently not.” Pansy replied.
“Darn, I always joked about him having no life, but turns out it’s true.” Ron said with a chuckle.
Pansy chuckled a bit too. “In hindsight it’s a little funny. But I wasted years of my life with him. It’s a relief but…where does one go from here?”
“I have no idea.” Ron said.
“Hardly surprises me.” Pansy snarked.
“No, I have no idea because it’s you and I don’t really know you. I don’t know what you want in life. So best you choose for yourself.” Ron noted. “What do you like? Quidditch? Chess? Potions?”
“I don’t know…most of my time is doing what my parents asked, find a good pureblood boy for the family and integrate with them, continue the family name. And like them live of our investments and gold.” Pansy said.
“Sounds utterly boring to me.” Ron said bluntly. “No wonder most Slytherins are cranky, none of you have hobbies.”
“I have them…” Pansy said, not sounding convinced.
“Sounds like you broke up with Malfoy as he has no life, but you don’t seem to have one.” Ron stated.
“Well, your family is poor, there isn’t enough money for you to probably do something good.” Pansy said.
“My family doesn’t have a lot of money, that I admit. But you know? I never wanted for anything. We got food, clothes on our backs, roofs over our heads. And despite everything, everyone in my family carved out their own path. I know people look down on my Dad’s fascination with Muggles, but it makes him happy. Mom is full time housewife but she is one of the toughest ladies you’ll ever meet, raising seven kids and she is pretty damn good with Charms. Percy got hired to the Ministry fresh out of school, Bill is a Cursebreaker, Charlie is a dragon handler and let me tell you none of those jobs are easy. Fred and George have a future with Zonko’s. And my little sis still has to carve a path in life, but I’m sure it’s going to be great too. We have an accomplishment to call our own. Life wasn’t easy and beat us down but we thrived and all got to do what we wanted to do regardless.” Ron said.
Pansy wanted to reply. But the bluntly honest redhead was right in that she can’t remember what the last thing was her family accomplished. Most of her family’s riches is due to things the first Parkinsons did. She didn’t even remember what gave them the prestige they have. “What about you?” She decided to ask.
“I don’t know. I thought I knew but I recently made a huge mistake. And now I’m thinking on whom I wanted to be.” Ron admitted.
“Oh the spat with Potter.” Pansy noted. “I wonder why he even took you back, your little badge show was not that impressive.”
“It may have been a few badges, but there was a huge gesture behind it. I don’t think you’d understand. I should have known you are just like the other slimy snakes. So stuck up in a little world where riches and purity became the center, you don’t know what else to do with your life. You aren’t really living. And I should know, I was in a headspace once where I was obsessed with what I didn’t have, I forgot what I did or could have.” Ron said. “I don’t know why I bothered.”
“Wait…don’t leave.” Pansy said before Ron leaved.
“Why?” Ron asked.
“I dunno, you’re the smartest person I’ve spoken to as of late. Which is a bit sad.” Pansy said.
“Yeah, I can’t imagine a life where you have to live with a smarmy ferret and a pair of braindead gorillas all the time.” Ron said. “Though I must say that I’m not that much better a person to talk to as I have admittingly no filter and a temper.”
“At least one person whom is honest with me even if they dislike me.” Pansy sighed.
“I don’t think I dislike you.” Ron said. “Like I said, I barely know you. Whom even is ‘Pansy Parkinson’.”
“At this point…I don’t know.” Pansy said.
“Figure it out. Or you’ll life be emptier then those ice cream buckets. Which you shouldn’t stop eating halfway, it’d be a waste otherwise.” Ron noted. “Just…don’t bother me or my friends with your bitch moods.”
“Don’t worry. Unlike Malfoy I’m not obsessed. I’d rather stay clear. Less stress for all parties involved.” Pansy said.
“Fine.” Ron said. Uncomfortable silence followed. “So…I’ll be going now. Homework and all.”
“Don’t break your single braincell figuring it out.” Pansy said.
“Don’t drown in icecream. It’d give Filch much more work.” Ron replied as he left.
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Later in the Great Hall, people having study sessions or playing games. “You look pensive Ron…It’s bizarre to see that look on your face.” Daphne noted.
“Ok, second time I’m snarked by a snake girl today.” Ron noted, eating slower than usual.
“Huh?” Several people at their table asked.
“Ran into Pansy. She dumped Malfoy. Smart choice of hers.” Ron noted.
“Well I may not like her but even she didn’t deserve Malfoy. No one deserves to be stuck by Malfoy.” Tracey said as she took a bite of an apple in the fruit bowl before them (a small snack for busy students).
“So you spoke with her?” Harry asked.
“Yeah, she was sitting there, all depressed gorging on ice cream. We had sort of a talk…there were insults but not a real fight, and then there was a weird understanding it was utterly bizarre. I don’t know whether she was a girl or a Slytherin or both. Told her to get a life, basically.” Ron said.
“Understandable, I think that aside our splinter group, most Slytherins didn’t have a life or interest. Luckily I have a love for potions.” Daphne said.
“And Daphne is my life.” Tracey added, smiling at her girlfriend.
“Talking with Pansy Parkinson. Why did you even bother talking with her? While I don’t want to judge people by house, Pansy isn’t…” Hermione asked. “We know that is a bit bitchy.”
“We don’t know a lot about her, though. And I think she doesn’t know a lot about herself either;” Ron said.
“I don’t follow.” Harry said.
“Yeah, it was confusing. I think we had one of those talks that make you think but you don’t know what to think about after.” Ron said.
“I think you’re driving out some wrackspurts.” Luna said as she was feeding pieces of fruit to a little pet she was holding.
“Er…I guess?” Ron said. “You know, I’m not feeling it now. I need a distraction. Anyone care for a round of Wizard’s Chess?” Ron asked.
“No thanks, I’m not in the mood to have my arse kicked in Chess again.” Harry noted.
“Me neither.” Hermione said. Chess is the only thing she was never able to surpass Ron in. No one else was in the mood either.
“Can I try?” a familiar voice asked. It was a shock whose voice it was.
“Pansy?” they all asked.
“You expected Morgan Le Fay?” she snarked.
“What are you doing here?” Hermione asked.
“I ask that myself. I just…didn’t want to be over there right now.” She said as she gestured at the Slytherin Table. “I’m not here to pick a fight. I know that if I fire one spell I have a flock of you after me. I just…need a distraction.”
“Oh, you play Chess?” Ron asked.
“No, never played before but…I don’t know what else to do for now, so may as well learn.” Pansy asked. She sat in front of Ron, other side of the Chess board. “Well, start explaining. It’s one of the few things you are somewhat good at.”
“It’s still one more thing then you what you’re good at. What can you do?” Ron asked.
“Explain me the damn rules and we’ll find out, you prat.” Pansy said.
“Cow!”
“Seaweed brain!”
“Serpent!”
“Kiss!” Luna interjected, breaking up the bickering. They stared at her. “Oh, I thought we were yelling random stuff at each other. Kiss was the first word that popped in my head. Don’t mind me, I had dreams about very gallant boys and very bookish girls this past week.” Luna said as she fed the pet she was holding little pieces of banana.
Pansy was caught off guard. Normally she would shot an insult or make a comment, but knowing she was surrounded by people whom could easily kill her she decided against it. “Why do you have a bat?” she decided to ask.
“Why do you NOT have a bat?” Luna asked as she kept feeing the fluffy little bat banana. “Her name is Jinx by the way. I thought people wanted to know.”
Pansy turned to Ron, whom just shook his head. Pansy sighed. “Let us continue.”
“Should we just let her sit there?” Harry asked. As he is now confused.
“Like she said, not much harm she can do with so many people arounds. Certainly with Snape on a short leash.” Hermione said.
“I am not sure if Pansy is just going to change that easily.” Harry noted.
“No change comes easy, Harry.” Luna noted.
Gryffi tapped the table, drawing attention. She grabbed a flower decoration from the fruit bowl. The flower looked dried, but she waved her hand over it, and the dried flower becomes full of life again and bloomed. She put it back in the bowl. They realized the flower was a pansy. They looked at the human Pansy, whom despite her slight scowl still paid attention when Ron showed her how the Knight moved.
They blinked for a bit. “Well, it’d not be the weirdest thing that would have happened to us. Not even top ten.” Harry noted.
“I wonder why Malfoy isn’t making a fuzz about it.” Hermione wondered.
Then a boom sounded in the Great Hall. “Not me this time!” Seamus said.
At the Slytherin table, Draco was black and scorched again. “What the f*** Is up with this fruit bowl!”
“Guess he has other things on his mind, like the never ending streak of bad luck he has.” Maps said impishly. “On an unrelated note, someone can help me look for Malaclaw venom during the next Hogsmeade visit?”