𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋

Chapter 5

Ch.5:

Pansy walked into the Express and tried to suppress the butterflies in her stomach. This year was going to be different; she just knew it. She caught her reflection of the surface of one of compartment windows and smiled. It was a pretty smile.

Over the years, she had grown into the definition of a future pureblood lady. And regardless of what others believed, it was not entitlement. One might be born a pureblood lady, but that meant little if you didn't know how to carry the title and influence others. So far, she was the queen bee in Hogwarts and only her dear friend, Daphne Greengrass, had any hope of taking that title from her.

While she was the queen bee, Harrison was the king. His immense wealth, power and looks gave him an advantage over everyone else. People flocked to him due to his name and his apparent status of the Boy-Who-Lived. And he looked the part. He was handsome with deep blue eyes and fine bone structure with a lean and strong figure, but most of all he was extremely powerful. She knew that many girls had their eyes set on him, herself included.

But unlike them, she had a chance with him since no one had caught his eye yet, but Pansy knew that the person that did would have to be special; they would have to be of superior breeding, powerful and beautiful to be able to not only capture his attention, but keep it. And that would be the hard part.

They would need the ability to keep his attention and challenge him mentally. A pretty face would not do; after all, physically appearances would fade with time. But they would also need immense strength to withstand the plots and deception of the Light. Harrison was a public figure in their world and his chosen would have to be able to socialize with the crème de la crème of wizarding nobility; and through it all, they would need to hold their hand up high above all the slander and intrigue.

For all these reasons, Pansy spent her years at Hogwarts assessing the competition. But, she found that no one posed any real threat. Some were clearly gold diggers and others while pretty had no real intellect, status or breeding. She was even amused by the pissing contest between Chang and Weasley. Both were used whores that would never marry into any family of importance. Unknowingly, or stupidly, they had destroyed not only their chance with Harrison, but their future connections as well. Hell, Weasley should have known better seeing as she was a pureblood.

The Weasleys might have been blood traitors, but even they knew better. And thanks to their daughter's mistake, they would be shamed by their own blood. Now no matter how successful they could be, future generations would be barred forever of any social advancement because a Weasel could not keep her legs close. Her actions would be a huge strike against the family that would warn other pureblood away. How could they trust them, if their own daughter was no better than a Knockturn whore?

Unlike the Muggle world, legitimacy was important. Purity mattered as so many charms, potions and rituals (illegal or legal) existed to make heirs appear out of nowhere or dup people into believing they were family when they were not. For that reason, wizards and witches from all different backgrounds were more obsessed with legitimacy more than blood purity. And as Harrison was Lord of three houses, he would want the best.

Pansy was not blind to his flaw unlike others. She knew that Harrison was no saint; he was cold and cruel and Pansy knew that he used girls for pleasure and practice. Even she was not sure what exactly she saw in him beyond his superficial qualities. But she liked him; she liked his conversation and his quick and clever retorts. Pansy respected him for his knowledge and cunning and had the Light not been lead by a twisted old man, he would have been in Slytherin.

His bloodlines and power would without a doubt produce strong heirs. That was one factor that all purebloods looked for, that her family valued the most. The only one that could compete with him was the Malfoy heir, but alas he was a mere child.