Harry Potter and Pansy Parkinson FF
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"You know, your the last person i thought i'd confide in. Except, perhaps, Malfoy" The corners of his mouth turned up at the thought.
"I'll always be here to listen, unle...
I tap my quill on the table, in boredom. Mind too occupied with the image of her in my families signet ring to translate runes. It's been in my family for generations, but their only trinkets. Special yes, but the fact that she has something of mine means so much more to me right now.
I feel insane, i've known her for years. And never exchanged a word. So much time wasted, so much time being used and interviewed by people, popularity is never what i wanted. I always lived a simple life, i never wanted fame, and i'd take any scraps pansy was willing to give me.
Merlins beard, what i'd give to just sit and stare at her features up close again.
Maybe we'd read poetry together, or take country walks, drink coffee together in the mornings and sprits together in the evenings. Perhaps we'd live in a small country cottage, or a high up city penthouse. We'd be unstoppable. I know we would. One day, just maybe...
CLICK?!
the sound brings me back from my trance to find a confused Hermione, hair wild as always, snapping her fingers to get my attention.
"Harry i asked you a question? Merlin what're you thinking about thats got you in such a haze?"
"Nothing Mione, just tired what'd you ask?" I reply, scratching my head and feigning a yawn.
"Question 7, i can't figure out if the rune is partnership or defence. Ehwaz or Eihwaz? Whats your thoughts?" She whisper shouts at me, stressing over the answer. Poor Mione, always stuck in her own head.
"Looks like Eihwaz to me" i give her a smile of encouragement and she smiles back. Mouthing a thank you.
She goes back to her work, and i try to focus on mine. Rune after rune but nothing sticks. My consciousness obsessing over pansy, as though nothing else matters.
The first moment we properly met, was shrouded in pain, in misery. I wasn't in a place to find love, how can i ask anyone to love me when all i wanted was to be alone? Is this the universes way of telling us that we are made for each other? Both broken, both wanting.
I went into that carriage wanting to be alone with my thoughts, having had enough of other peoples opinions of how i should live. And i left knowing that i won't let anyone dictate my life, that i would dedicate it to being myself. And if that meant being selfish and having Pansy to myself, then call me gluttony. For she is all i crave.
Runes class ended and potions was next. We had potions with Slytherin, with Pansy.
I rushed as i packed up my parchment, quills and books. Leaving Mione behind, "Harry wait up!" But i didn't, it was as though my feet had minds of there own, and knew the path towards her well.
And funnily enough. There she was. Early to the class, sitting in the corner, smiling to herself as she played with my ring. She hadn't noticed me yet, i walked towards her. The class was empty, bar us. "Nice ring Parkinson, where'd you get that?"
She jumped at the sound of my voice, a mental wall forming, before she saw it was me and knocked it back down. "Wipe that bloody smile off your face Harry"
I didn't, i continued smiling, even as people started to walk in and i went to my seat. An ever present smirk haunted my face, she likes the ring, she plays with it like i would.
The Professor entered, class started and we took notes. The lesson dragged on, and i kept glancing across the room, to find her looking at me too. And i felt it. A nice feeling in the pit of my stomach, this was what it was like to be wanted? If only in secret. I delight in the thought, us. Together?
Her words echo again in my mind, from the train, from the library, Not everyone is worth saving... Im not good enough... I would kill an army of hundreds for her, and it's barely been a week. She soul corrupts mine, and i can barely glimpse who i was before. Is this obsession? Is this passion? All i know is that i burn for her, that i will continue to burn for her.
Her eyes when i gifted her my ring, i would do anything to see them bare into mine again. One smile, One touch, one kiss.
I'm consumed by her, she sees things in ways i do too. Neither of our lives have been easy. We are troubled. Constantly swimming through pain. Each of us victims of Voldemort, albeit in different ways. He took my parents, he took my own life from me. Turned me into a prophetic legacy. He took her freedom, her power and i intend to win both back. I'm tired of being everyones Golden Boy.
Gold never really suited me anyways.
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A/N: I love dark-harry tropes, i hope shit works out for them...
