To Seduce a Serpent - The Diary of Pansy Parkinson

September 1997

The Dormitories, Everyone Else Is Asleep and I'm Bored

So, the Welcoming Feast was a disaster. Daphne and Blaise sat at the farthest end of the table, meaning I was all alone with Crabbe and Goyle. They're a joy to talk to, really they are. They just sit there and pick their nose when you try and complain about how pointless and boring the entire event is. Dumbledore rambled on about something or other pertaining to something stupid. I never pay attention. Daphne *betrayer* usually fills me in, but she was too busy with Blaise to notice the death glares I was graciously bestowing upon her back. Stupid Daphne…

The food (thank Merlin) came just as I thought I was going to starve to death. Naturally, I couldn't find the stupid food trolley, so I had to wait for the Feast to eat. When I write mother I'll tell her it was self control. Ha-ha, self control…

So, after I helped myself to the pudding (it was delightful, mind you) and stuffed my face full of whatever was next to it (delightful as well) Daphne the Traitor and Blaise Snottyknickers joined me and we went up to the dormitories.

"Get enough pudding?" Blaise sneered. "I saw you stuffing your face. It was revolting."

"Sort of like your looks," I replied, rolling my eyes. "The greasy, slicked back hair and nose up your arse attitude are so last year."

"Since when did you become the fashion expert?" he snapped, reaching up to touch his hair.

"Since you went back in the closet," I mumbled. He's such a drama queen.

"Break it up you two," Daphne scolded, stepping in between us. "You're setting a bad example for the first years."

"Since when did you care about what examples we set?" I asked her, linking our arms. "We are the bad ones, we do what we want, whenever we want and we don't care who sees. Remember?"

"That was before my little sister came into the picture," Daphne whispered, looking back at her little sister Darla. "She tells Mother and Father everything I do."

Merlin, I'm glad I'm an only child. Little siblings are so overrated. "Daphne, where's your sense of adventure? We're seventh years! No one cares what we do!"

"If I want a cut in the family fortune I better care about what other people think of what I do," she whispered, casting another glance back at her sister. Darla looks a lot like Daph, except Daph has her father's amazing blue eyes while Darla has her mother's brown ones. And Darla carries herself like a scared little baby while Daphne carries herself like a queen. Well, more like a princess, being as I'm the queen. "And besides, if I have perfect grades this year, I'm going to Milan all by myself this summer."

I rolled my eyes. Daphne's mother is such a control freak, I've been going places by myself since I was fifteen. "Well, I guess you'll have to behave yourself. But just because you do doesn't mean I have to. I plan on being as bad as possible, and if you don't want to join me, I'll find someone else."

Daphne glared at me, but I didn't care. She found Blaise, I'll find someone to enjoy the wonders of being bad with.

We reached the statue and Blaise (he's a Prefect I think) mumbled the password (this week it‘s Bogsroot) and we followed him inside. It's just as I remembered it, but when the itty firsties saw it, they started chattering and whispering and it completely ruined my wonderful reverie of the first time I'd seen it. Damn those pipsqueaks. Sure, once upon a time ago I was like that, but can't they keep it down a little bit? Can't they see I'm trying to evoke peaceful memories here!?

Draco stormed in at about that time and hurled himself onto one of the couches. Crabbe and Goyle walked up and stood behind it in their bodyguard manner, and I perched my little arse on the very edge at the bottom. Blaise and Daphne took the couch across from us, and Draco lifted his head. "What, nothing to say Parkinson?" he sneered. "Usually you're all over me by now."

"What, like this?" I asked innocently, standing up and walking to his end of the couch. I placed my knee on one side of his waist and threw the other one over him so I was sitting on top of his stomach (washboard flat, might I add). "Happy now?" I asked, sticking out my lower lip a bit.

His jaw went slack and his eyes widened. I smirked at him, and when I heard the little giggles, I realized the stupid little firsties were watching. I managed not to blush (too much, at least) as I climbed off him and took my seat at the very edge of the couch. But when I looked back at Draco, he blushed.

Score one for Queen Pansy.

We were all quiet for a minute before Draco stuttered about his meeting with Dumbledore. He avoided looking my way, so it was obvious I'd gotten to him. Even Daphne gave me a curious look, so I mouthed ‘I'll tell you later' at her. She didn't get it, and leaned closer. I guess she thought I was whispering. I shook my head and glared at her, and she finally got it. Ugh, I'm surrounded by idiots…

So after Blaise and Draco finished their long, boring conversation about something or other, Draco stood up and said he had to go back to the Head Dorms. He sat up, but before he stood up, I grabbed the collar of his robes and pulled him to me. "I want a private tour," I whispered, hoping I sounded seductive. It must have worked because his neck flushed, and when I let go of his collar he jumped up and hurried out of the room.

I grinned. This was too easy. If I had known Draco Malfoy could get so shook up over something like this I would have tried this act years ago. Of course, tomorrow I'd probably be the one rushing out of the room to get away from him, but can't a girl bask in her glory for a moment or two?

So, Daph and I trekked up the stairs to our dorms, she began giving me the third degree. "What was that?!" she gasped in between laughs. "He practically ran out of the room! What did you say?"

"Well," I began, shrugging. "He said the Head Dorms were magnificent and I just said I wanted a private tour."

She cracked up and grabbed the rail. "Pansy, that's-" laugh "that's-" laugh "horrible!" She bent over and clutched her stomach, but her laughter rang through the stairwell.

I pulled her up and slapped her across the face. "Daph, it's not that funny," I told her, grabbing her elbow and helping her up the stairs. The slap didn't help, she was still laughing so hard I thought she might blow up. "Daph, Daph, woman get a hold of yourself!" I shouted, shaking her shoulders.

"I'm sorry," she gasped, tears coming out of the corners of her eyes. "You should have seen his face, I've never seen Draco Malfoy look so uncomfortable!"

"Was there a ‘Pansy, you're a genius' in there somewhere?" I asked, her laughter becoming contagious.

She got down on her knees and actually bowed down to me. Then I lost it. We stumbled into our dorms, shaking with laughter.

"What's so funny?" Millicent Bulstrode demanded, her bed creaking as she wobbled off. Charlene Borgin and Beatrix Bole (the other two girls we're forced to share this room with) walked over to us, and we sobered up immediately. There's nothing like a bunch of big, ugly girls to sober you up.

"Nothing," I told them, holding my head up high. Charlene rolled her eyes and glared at me. We've had a bit of a rivalry going on since Theodore Nott called me the Queen of Slytherin last year. I guess she thinks she's hot shit. "Now if you don't mind, Daph and I have more important things to attend to than the questioning looks of you lot."

Daph smiled and marched to her bed, and I did the same. See, here in Slytherin we don't keep our things in trunks, we have wardrobes to put them in. Daph and I share one, which is good because now I can fit into her clothes (thanks Mother, even though I hated every minute of that damned diet). She won't know what hit her…

XxXxX

September 1997

The Dormitories, Watching As Everyone Scrambles To Find Their Clothes

This morning I awoke an hour before everyone else so I could shower and get Daphne's good clothes before she does.

The showers are my favorite thing about the dormitories. You use your wand to start them (unless you're a firsty, then you're on your own) and you can get the water to smell like a type of flower. I've always gone with lilac, but today I tried the rose. I smell amazing, by the way.

So, after a refreshing shower, I dug through the wardrobe and found one of Daphne's green skirts and grey sweaters. My legs are a little longer than hers, so when I shortened the skirt, it went way short. The sweater is just a little tight in the chest area, believe it or not, and when I put on the tie and straightened it in the mirror, the mirror whistled. I pulled the pair of lace stockings mother had bought me for my little assignment and put my shoes on, the mirror whistled again. I winked at it, feeling a bit impressed with myself and it blushed. I never knew the mirrors did that.

So, I'm watching everyone get ready, which is pretty interesting if you think about it. I mean, if you think about it, what store would make clothes big enough for Millicent Bulstrode? She's a big lass, and shoving that into a uniform would take talent. And loads of fabric.

Daph is finally ready, so I'll have to go. Besides, I was about to go down there anyway, I'm starving. She hasn't even noticed I stole her clothes!

Score two for Queen Pansy.

September 1997

Free Period, In the Library

What started out at a brilliant plan quickly turned foul. So, double Potions is the first subject I had, and after ravaging the breakfast table Daph and I set out.

Loads of guys stared at us, and at first I thought it was because I had something on my face, but after Daph assured me I didn't I realized it was because I actually looked good.

I looked good. Great even. Like sex on legs.

Maybe not that good, but you get the picture.

So, I took my seat in Potions, and much to my surprise (and delight, at first) Draco had to take the seat next to me. Not because he wanted to, but since all the other seats were taken, and it was the only one left, he had too.

And I'm not going to say score because this was definitely not.

I hiked my skirt up a bit, and just as I had planned, Draco's eyes followed the end of it till it reached the top of my stockings. He grabbed the desk, hard. I looked at him, and when our eyes locked, I arched my eyebrow (or at least that's what I meant to do) and hiked it up a bit more. He bit his bottom lip and his hands clenched the desk harder and dragged his eyes away from my leg. Suddenly, he smirked.

He released the desk and let his hand fall on my knee. Professor Snape came in and began the lesson. "Two can play at this game," he whispered, moving his hand up my thigh a bit more. When Snape told us to come up and get the supplies, I jumped up and ran up to the front of the room.

I collected the supplies slowly, not wanting to go back to the desk and get tortured. I had to turn this game around if I was going to leave with my sanity. This is when the plan went to hell. Seriously.

I took my seat, moving it as far away from him as possible. Then, I thought of something. I pushed the quill off my desk and bent over slowly to pick it up. It almost worked, except he put his hand on my bum and I jumped up, hitting my head on the corner of the desk.

"Shittenknickers," I mumbled, standing up slowly. I grabbed the edge of the desk as the room moved a bit, and in a dizzy streak of brilliance, I fell into him. "Ouch," I moaned, inhaling his scent. Discreetly, of course. "I feel dizzy."

With surprising care, he pushed me into my chair and knelt down in front of me. Talk about compromising situations. "Pansy?" he whispered, pushing my hair out of my face. I knew he was resisting the urge to smirk. His mouth twitched and I let my head fall on my shoulder to hide the blush creeping up my neck. "Are you okay?" he asked, trying to be sincere.

I wanted to slap him. All I had to do was reach out and smack! But no, the logical part of my brain kicked in and I put my head on my arms. "I don't feel so well, you'll have to finish the potion." To make my point clear, I moaned, "My head…" and buried my face so I wouldn't have to look at him smirking.

"Fine, but only because I feel bad for you," he whispered, his lips dangerously close to my face. Again. That pompous bastard. So then--

Whoops, next period in five minutes--