Pansy Parkinson lay on the sofa of the Slytherin dungeons with her feet propped up on Blaise Zabini's arm.
A first year hurried through the dungeons, "Has anyone seen my book? Anyone?" the eleven-year-old cried.
"Shut it, you hog, I'm trying to sleep, these bloody annoying first years," she drawled. Blaise chuckled, taking a large swing of Firewhiskey that he had smuggled in.
The first year turned around and glared at the duo. "You never do anything but lie here on the couches! Why don't you shut it, y-you whore!"
Pansy got up, twirling her wand in her hands. She straightened her shirt and strutted over to the first year.
"Blaise, darling, what should it be today? Crucio or -"
"No, please don't! I didn't mean it! Don't, please," the first year begged.
Pansy easily towered over the first year, "Who are you to tell me what to do? Did I not tell you to shut it already, you deaf bimbo?" Pansy growled.
The first year nodded. "So, darling, your choice today," Pansy said, gesturing over to the Italian across from her.
"I don't know, baby, I'm trying to have a drink right now. Why don't you make a choice and then join me back on the couches?" he suggested, chugging the bottle.
Pansy rolled her eyes.
"You're going to get into big, big trouble if you hurt me! Headmaster McGonagall will get angry, you don't want to do this, " the helpless first year threatened.
Blaise spit his drink out and rolled on onto the floor, howling with laughter. Pansy simply scoffed and glared harder at the first year.
Terrified, the first year tried to justify her words. "I-i'm not wrong. She will come after you two. You don't want to do anything to me."
The two older Slytherins glanced at each other with humour in their eyes.
"What?" the first year demanded.
"She really thinks she's doing something, " Pansy smirked. Blaise waved both his eyebrows at Pansy and blew an air kiss.
"Funny. Very funny, " the first-year said, starting to get angry.
"Since when has anyone cared about us ? We're the dirty Slytherin Death-Eaters. Funny you seem to believe that all-mighty McGonagall would give a bat's crap about what we're doing."
The first year stood there, confused.
"Don't you get it, you idiot? We're Slytherins . We're the bad guys. We're supposed to be the heartless monsters. The Gryfinndors are supposed to come and save the day."
"We're the "darkness" in the lightness of the damn school. Or maybe they're the lightness in us," Blaise attempted to explain.
"Is there really such thing as the 'light' and the 'dark'?" the first year inquired.
"Alright, alright, that's enough, you filthy baboon," Pansy interrupted, shooing the first year away from the common room.
Both she and Blaise knew the answer. Some find the light while others find the light. Blaise and Pansy had never found the light. Pansy wasn't sure if she ever wanted to. She was perfectly happy with staying in the darkness with Blaise and him with her.
The door of the dungeons suddenly opened before Pansy spoke again. Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy walked through the door.
Yes, Hermione Granger. Yes, she was walking through the dungeons as if she were walking through her own home. And yes, Granger and Draco were not holding their wands at each other's throats. In fact, Draco may have sneaking love-eyes at the girl beside him. And yes, they were definitely in love with each other.
"Malfoy?" the curly haired Gryfinndor asked as they both walked through the doors.
Draco grunted in return and ran his long fingers through his blonde hair.
"Why's your common room password invenire lux ? 'Find the light'? What's that supposed to mean?"
"It's exactly what you think it means, Granger. You are the brightest witch of your age, are you not?"
Blaise and Pansy glanced over at each other again, knowingly.
"Fancy seeing you there, Granger," Blaise greeted.
Granger waved at Blaise. "Pansy, your hair looks nice today," the girl continued.
"I know. I didn't ask. I don't need you to tell me how I look today. That's what mirrors are for, Granger."
"Anyway, Malfoy, what does it mean?"
"Bloody hell, woman. Are you or are you not the Brightest Witch of Your Age?"
Blaise spoke up. "Drake's right, Granger, it's exactly how it sounds."
She looked like she was going to ask another question, but she dropped the topic.
"Draco?"
The blonde grunted again. "Stop asking me these questions, Granger."
"Play Wizard's Chess with me?"
Pansy took a seat on the sofa beside Blaise and took a sip of his Firewhiskey. Draco wasn't going to say yes. He would never say yes. Every single time she, Blaise, or Theo had asked him to play, he had always turned down the offer.
"For you, Granger. Just one round."
The couple on the sofa stole one more scan at each other.
Invenire lux. Some find the light while others find the light. Draco Malfoy was lucky enough to find the light. As for Blaise and Pansy, they didn't mind staying in the darkness. They didn't care about the darkness. It was love that kept them together.
