𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄

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- PANSY PARKINSON -

It was confusing. I was used to all that negative attention; the disgust, the envy. I fed off of it. Lived for it. But the way Harry looks at me, made everyones opinions if me void. In those moments we are all that mattered.

Hearing Harry's name shattered me, seeing the look of a boy lost in the legend. But he took it in his stride, straightened his features and hid his face in shadows in the true golden boy way. Seeing him after, hurt and critized. Battered and betrayed by his friends, even with Gryffindors embracive ideals - it still didnt surprise me that they outcast him. I could smell the envy from the poor bastards from a mile way.

Normally, i wouldnt have bothered. Would have flirted, maybe fucked around a little. But it wouldn't have been serious,  more of a must for a certain reputation.

But Harry.

Merlin, the way that when he smirks the dimples in his cheeks never fail to impress. The way his hair is always a mess, no matter how hard he tries. He has a hold on my heart, and its starting to bleed.

Looking down at him with Cormac had left me dumbstruck. He had done that for me, faced detention for me.

"Your staring Pans"

"I know" I say, the need to be honest taking over, to let the mask fall to the floor. Just as Cormac had. Absolutely comical.

He has my bag, carrying it along with his own. It's feels weird to be so dependable on him, i usually want to get away as fast as witchly possible. But with him, there's nothing i wouldn't do to be closer. He smells like safety - My soul would follow him through lifetimes, just for another glimpse.

It'd been two days since the incident in the library, and we'd been spending more time together than we ought. It'll attract too much attention, what if word gets back to my parents? They'll sense trouble and betroth me to the next available pureblood.

I mean, Harry's bloodline isn't completely out of line. The potters were once in the sacred 28, were they not? Charlus Potter even secured himself a bride from the noble house if Black, Dorea. 

All I've been taught to believe is superiority, me other them. Its been droned into me since i started to think for myself, my dads opinions forced onto my brother and i - mother choosing to drown us out with expensive wine rather than to berate us like Father would.

"You ok Pans?" Harry asked, confusion clouding his expression, "you look dazed"

With a sigh, i met his eyes. "I was just thinking of home. It's been a while since anyone's written back."

Not a total lie, Phineas, My eldest brother was travelling in Czechia, ( hiding from our parents, most likely ) and Penn's an apprentice to a famous curse breaker in Egypt. Each thinking they'd get away from our dear mother and Father, but forgot they about me. Now I'm left to bear our burden.

"You don't talk about your family often, are you close?"

Trying not to look him in the eye, "No, not really but... I, I don't want to talk about it."

He looks conflicted but chooses to put the topic to rest, we reach the stairs dungeons and i each for my bag.

 
"You don't want me to walk you to the door?"

"Not scared of the dungeons Harry? That some real misplaced Gryffindor bravery, its dangerous for your lions to be in snake territory." I say with a smirk.

"Your worth the risk, Pansy"

My smirk drops, and i feel my eyes widen, merlin why am i swooning over the bare minimum. I gather my thoughts, before i start drooling over that sharp Mother-fucking jawline, and left him waiting, watching.