To Seduce a Serpent - The Diary of Pansy Parkinson

Just a short one today, to get my back in the swing of things. Hopefully, the next one will be up sooner!

October, 1997

The Monday After, In Potions

I have learned things that have scarred my mind, will give me nightmares in the near future and possibly prevent me from ever looking at Daphne the same way ever again.

So after a night of laughs, shrieks and eating four times my weight in chocolate, I woke up in a great mood. After a steaming hot shower and jumping on Daphne's bed, I was ready to face the day. She moved slowly, muttering about how perky I was and how my perkiness deserved death, but I know she secretly loves it.

Everyone secretly loves me.

We headed to the Great Hall for breakfast, and after sitting down, Daphne turned to me. "What do you think I should do about Blaise?" she asked, buttering her toast. "I mean, he wonders why I never kiss him anymore, and I don't want to hurt him."

I took a bite of my eggs and sighed. "You know I'm no good with these type of things."

"But you're my best friend," she said seriously, putting her toast on her plate and looking down at her hands. "And despite the shitty advice you give, I like to hear it anyway."

"Excuse me?" I said loudly, looking around as I realized the other occupants of the table were staring at me. "Excuse me? I believe my advice is good, or at least better than any advice you've ever given me." She looked at my skeptically, and I gave in. "Okay, so my advice isn't that great." Another skeptic look. "Okay, so it does suck. But," I added, "there's no reason to point that out when I'm only trying to help you."

We didn't get to finish our conversation because Draco and Blaise walked over at that moment and sat across from us. "Good morning, ladies," Blaise said warmly, looking Daphne up and down. She inhaled sharply and looked over to me. I shrugged and she looked back at Blaise and attempted a smile.

It failed miserably.

"Good morning, boys," I purred, trying to distract them from Daphne's discomfort. It must've worked because Draco smiled at me. "How did you sleep?" I asked, pushing my eggs around my plate with my fork. For some reason, I really don't like to eat in front of him. I'm always afraid I'll get egg in the corner of my mouth or gravy on my shirt and not notice. Then he'd think I'm some type of pig and that would not bode well for our future relationship.

"Pretty well," Draco replied, reaching for the toast.

I nudged Daphne under the table and she nearly choked on her eggs. "That's wonderful," I replied, glancing over at Daphne. She mumbled something about having to go, and she stood.

I rose to follow her, but as she passed the end of the table, Nott stood and followed her out. Not wanting to interfere with their little tryst, I sat back down. "What's wrong with her?" Draco asked, not looking up from his copy of the Daily Prophet.

I focused my attention on him, wanting to change the subject quickly. "Must be her time of the month. Aren't we late for Potions?"

Ack, here comes Snape. Must. Hide. Quickly.

Pansy, Queen of Hiding Her Journal Quickly

October, 1997

Lunch, My Favorite Subject

Just a quickie...

Nothing happened in Potions. Daphne glued herself to my side, so I didn't have the opportunity to socialize.

In the halls, however, something quite interesting happened.

As we filed out, I 'accidentally' bumped into Granger. Her books fell, and as Potter helped her, Weasley stormed over and glared at me. "Watch it, Parkinson," he growled.

Granger put her hand on his arm and his face turned from tomato red to pink. "It's not worth it, Ron," she told him quietly, shifting her books to her other arm. "Watch out, Parkinson. Wouldn't want to scuff your shoes now, would we?"

I arched my eyebrow and smirked. "You know, if your incredibly large hair didn't obstruct your view, my shoes wouldn't be in danger of being scuffed." Oh how lovely it is to rile the ickle Gryffindors. And how easy, too.

Before Weasley had a comment, Draco was by my side, his arm protectively around my waist. "Scarhead, take your Weasel and leave."

"Come on, guys. We have better things to do than bother with the ferret."

Draco walked me (and Daphne, because she wouldn't LEAVE ME ALONE) to our next class. He even carried my books and opened the door for me.

In other words, he's eating out of the palm of my hand. Score thus far: Pansy - 7, Draco - whipped.

Love,

Pansy, Who's Time Is Up

October 1997

Dorms, Just Before Dinner

I usually don't double write, but Daphne blew up today. I don't think I've ever seen her that mad.

She and Nott got in a fight, so the first person she ran to was Blaise. I honestly never thought he was this dimwitted, but apparently he's the world's biggest fool. They ended up snogging the life out of each other, and Nott snapped. He called her a whore and stormed off. Daphne got off Blaise and slapped him, hard, and basically told him to go service himself. She ran after Nott and no one's seen them since.

I pray to whatever force controls all the drama around here that Daphne is not going to return pregnant. Or with one eye.

So, Draco sent Crabbe and Goyle off to comfort Blaise, leaving me alone with him. At first, I thought it was just me imagining he was moving closer, but when out knees touched, I knew it wasn't. I smiled.

Score: the obviously successful seductress - 8 , the unwitting seductee - 0.

Well, I suppose in all fairness, I haven't really been keeping his score, but you know what? His problem, not mine.

So, we're sitting there, our knees touching for the whole damn common room to see, and he puts his arm on the back of the settee, which at this point in time, means it's dangerously close to falling across my shoulders. I really should get some kind of award for this...

Despite the obviousness of my charms working and working well, I decide to play hard to get. I hear he likes it that way. So I turn my head and smile at him. Our faces are getting dangerously close, and he puckers up. Oh, what an adorable face... I smile and pat his leg (quite high up might I add), he swallows hard, and I whisper, "See you at dinner." I then rise, smooth my skirt and unceremoniously bolt up to my dorm.

Sheer genius on my part, if I do say so myself.

Love,

Pansy, the Wittiest and Most Ingenious Girl You Will Ever Have the Privilege to Meet

October 1997

Halloween Night

The Common Room

Usually I don't usually bring you out someplace as public as our Common Room, but as everyone else is passed out or snogging in a corner, I don't mind a bit.

Every Halloween, we Slytherins usually throw a lovely, all-you-can-drink Firewhiskey party. It's a blast, and lucky for us, today is a Friday, meaning we can sleep off our hangovers in peace.

I don't usually drink. Mother always told me Daddy drank all our money away, and while I now know that's not true, it was her 'wise' investing in younger, much more good looking men that ate (in some cases, literally. Ew.) all our money, Daddy is a drinker. So I avoid it as much as possible.

Draco doesn't. In his inebriated state, he asked me for something I have not the audacity to repeat. I smiled and told him to go wait in his room for it. He must've passed out, because he hasn't come back down to see if I'm coming or not.

My dilemma:

This could be a lovely opportunity for me to say we did said something and now he has to date me because I'm a good girl and I don't do that kind of thing with boys I'm not dating. Of course, at the same time I could take the high road on the whole thing and just say I didn't remember that conversation. Ugh, the high road is so boring.

So here's the plan: I'm going to sneak up to his room, take off my shirt and crawl into bed with him. Some may call it the low road, but I prefer 'playing dirty'. After all, I think I'm getting pretty good at it. So, off to execute the plan and brush up on my new dirty girl status. Wish me luck!

Love,

Pansy, Girl Who Cannot Believe She Just Asked an Inanimate Object to Wish Her Luck

November 1997

My Dorm, Alone

So the plan went quickly askew. In expectance of my arrival, Draco crawled into bed completely nude. So I take off my shirt and crawl under the covers next to him. I just thought he had his shirt off, so I smile wickedly and gently run my fingers down his chest, lower and lower until (my thoughts exactly) Bloody. Fucking. Rats.

I squirmed out of that bed like a bat out of hell, and just as I'd picked up my shirt, a sleepy voice from behind me says, "Leaving so soon?"

Shitshitshit.

I combed my fingers through my hair, trying to make it look like we'd just had passionate, mind numbing sex. "I figured I should go back to my dorms," I whispered, hoping he couldn't see how red my face must be. I nervously fidgeted with the collar on my shirt.

He rose up on his elbow and grinned at my sleepily. "Why so soon?" he arched his eyebrow and yawned. "I don't have any objections to you staying here." He patted the spot next to him and yawned again. "Plenty of room."

I tiptoed back to the bed and took a deep breath. Bring him to knees, I chanted in my mind. And hope you don't do something stupid. I dropped my shirt and felt around for his. No way I was going in this without someone's clothes on. It was soft and smelled amazing, so I slipped it over my head, loving how well it covered me. I gulped and crawled into bed with him.

He pulled my to him and closed his eyes, grinning like a maniac. I could smell the booze on his breath as he leaned in to kiss me. "Third year," he whispered, his arm around my waist. "I've been wanting this since third year."

Oh, Merlin, help me.

I turned around and he pressed his front firmly to my backside. "Night, Pansy," he whispered lazily, inhaling my hair.

My throat was too constricted to respond. Needless to say, I did not sleep at all last night. Partly due to his snoring, but largely due to his nakedness.

Once he let go of my waist, at about 7 AM this morning, might I add, I shot out of there, not bothering to pick up my discarded shirt. I practically dove onto my bed and forcefully pulled the curtains shut. I busted into nervous giggles before breaking you out and telling you just how low the low road can get.

I think I'll go with the high one from now on, I think there's less molesting of inebriated persons on that route.

Love,

Pansy, the Girl Who Cannot Make Herself Stop Giggling