Lessons

Ron squinted his eyes in the dark room. "I can't believe this."

"Don't blame yourself," said Harry.

"I don't, I blame you," Ron replied. "You were the one who talked Pansy into coming with us. I can't believe you trusted her. She's about as trustworthy as a pet rat."

"Look, I already told you. I didn't have any other options seeing as everybody else was ignoring me."

"I wasn't ignoring you, I was undercover," Ron argued.

"OK, we're not getting anywhere here, lets just figure out how to escape. We can try and open the door," said Harry who was eager to change the subject.

"What and walk straight past Lucius and say 'It was nice meeting you, we won't call again, your son is a girl, bye de bye' ? There has to be some other way!"

With that, the door opened and Pansy appeared. She instantly drew a finger to her mouth and quietly shut the door.

"Ready to move?" she asked them.

"What?" replied Harry and Ron together.

"We have to leave quickly if we're going to go unnoticed. That means now!"

"And you expect us to go with you because..." Ron asked.

"I'm your only hope," she said with a smile.

"Pansy, you led us to a death eater. That means you're pretty low on the people we trust list," Harry pointed out.

She sighed and took a deep breath. "OK, here's the situation. I knew you wouldn't come with me if I told you Draco's daddy dearest was going to be here, but I needed you here if he was going to trust me with this," she said as she pulled out a small pink crystal. "This is going to help us find out why Hermione is so physco."

"I'm not being funny," said Ron, "but when you speak it just translates as 'I'm lying'."

Pansy began to lose her temper "If you don't want me to help you that's fine. I'll just leave you here. Lucius has gone now but he'll be back later, especially as he's left his sexy snake cane here. So my bit of advice is run while your heart is still pumping."

"Are you going to take us for tea with your death eater parents?" Ron asked sarcastically.

She looked shocked for a moment. "My parents aren't death eaters," she said quietly.

Ron shot Harry a glance. "Of course they are, you're a Slytherin and you know the most evil beings on the planet. Also, you're really horrible."

"Haven't you ever considered that maybe I'm horrible because I'm rich and spoilt?"

Harry and Ron looked at her slightly surprised.

"Harry, I know what Voldemort did to your parents and bringing you here to die a painful death will probably have some kind of traumatic effect on you, but you want to help Hermione and this is the only way. Voldemort knows my parents are filthy rich and he's more than happy to have me show up here whenever I want as a mini death eater in training." They heard voices approaching the room and Pansy rushed over to a black brick in the wall and pushed it in. A hole in the floor appeared and she roughly pushed them through it. "You'll thank me later."