Twisted (Year 3)

Apologies

~(Y/N) POV~

I wake up the next day and try to forget all about that dream. Draco, Crabbe, Goyle, and I walk to breakfast, then take our seats at the Slytherin table.

"How's the arm, Malfoy?" Lorenzo nods to Draco's bandages. 

This morning, Draco wrote a letter home to his father about Buckbeak. And, he made me wrap his arm into a sling. 

"Madam Pomfrey barely let me leave the hospital wing." He sighs. 

"Does it hurt terribly, Draco?" Pansy appears behind us.

"It comes and it goes. Still, I consider myself lucky. Another minute or two, and I could have lost my arm. I can't do homework for weeks." Draco frowns.

I smile and shake my head.

"(Y/n), can I talk to you?" Pansy taps my shoulder.

"What's up." I shrug.

"Alone." She plays with the sleeve of her robe.

Draco gives me a look. 

I can practically hear him saying, 'Don't let's just go to class.'

But something tells me that I need to talk to Pansy. I've been thinking about her recently, and I've realized that I haven't gotten her side of the story. I've just gone along with the jokes Blaise, Lorenzo, and Draco have been making about her. 

'What happened to make the boys hate her? Did she really snog a bunch of Gryffindors? And if she did, why should that matter? Maybe I should start to make my own decisions instead of following Draco around like a lost puppy.'  

"Sure, come on." I stand up from my seat and follow her out of the Great Hall. 

I'd like to hear what she has to say.

"I feel like we got off on the wrong foot, and I'm sorry for that." Pansy looks at the ground. "I know I can be pushy."

"You can be." I cross my arms. "But I've been a bitch since we first met. So, I can understand that." 

She gives me a weak smile.

"Blaise went on one of his dramatic rants in first year, and I know better than to believe his rambling." I lean up against the wall of the corridor. "He said you made him and Draco uncomfortable. I guess I just went along with it. The whole group did, really." 

"Do you think there's any way we could get past it?" She asks.

I ponder things over in my head for a moment.

"Of course." I smile.

"Great." She exhales, relieved.

"But I can't promise the same for everyone else." I tug at the end of my skirt. "They seem pretty set in their ways."

"And you're still willing to forgive me? Won't they be upset?" She frowns.

"It's not up to them." I shake my head. "That's why I have friends in Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw."

"That's good to hear. I didn't want to stir up more trouble than I already have." Her face lights up again.

The great hall starts to empty. DADA starts in a few minutes.

"Do you have Defense Against the Dark Arts next?" I tilt my head to the right.

"I do."

"Let's go, then." I link my arm with hers and walk into the crowd. 

'I knew the boys were being overdramatic gits. Pansys seems nice.' I think to myself.

We make it to the DADA corridor without any trouble. A few weird looks, sure, but nothing Pansy and I couldn't handle.