The Most Impossible Soulbond

A Small Revelation

Sharing this bond, or whatever it really was, with Potter was the most annoying thing Pansy had ever had the displeasure of experiencing in her life.

The boy's thoughts were constantly on a rampage and she was hearing every little thing. Some, however, were downright confusing and, if she dare say so, worrying. In his obvious grief over Sirius Black's death, he was becoming downright murderous, swearing to himself to take vengeance and to kill one Peter Pettigrew. If she remembered correctly, wasn't he the man Black had supposedly killed among that bunch of muggles? So, Potter was either barking mad or there was more to the story than she had known.

She neither asked out loud nor through their...bond – that still made her want to throw up – and he didn't elaborate either. All that remained was speculation for her.

Pansy, however, had issues other than Potter's grief and love for serial killers right now anyway.

She sighed and rolled her eyes at the low growl she was hearing in her head.

Two days had passed since she had woken up in the infirmary and now she was on her way back to the dungeons. Her friend Daphne had visited her a couple of times and relayed some interesting things about dear Draco. Apparently, he had yet to disclose what had happened that night to their social circle. Oh, she was going to love this. She was so going to love this.

First, he abandoned her out there to a werewolf and Dementors and then he didn't even pay her a single visit to apologize at least. He had every bloody right to be embarrassed. And she would heap even more embarrassment upon him, she'd make bloody sure of that. Her wrath was not something to be trifled with and Draco had better hoped that she'd actually gotten killed that night.

And once she reached the entrance to the common room, ground out the password and stepped inside, her eyes narrowed upon spotting the reason for her ire. Wasting no further time, she strode towards him with purposeful steps.

Draco then caught sight of her as well and gave her one of his stupid, easy smiles, his arms stretched out invitingly. "Pansy! I'm so –"

The slap echoed loud enough throughout the common room to stop any and all conversations and activities being held, all eyes directed towards her, but she couldn't care any less. Up until she actually saw him, she hadn't even realized just how angry she was at him.

Ignoring Potter's whooping in her head, she pointed a finger at him. "You bloody coward," she hissed at Draco, visibly seething, jabbing him at his chest with her finger. "There was a werewolf. I was this close to getting a Dementor's kiss!" She screamed the last part. He just stood there, eyes wide in shock and a hand on his – hopefully painfully – stinging cheek. "Do you know what it feels like when a Dementor tries to eat your soul? I do! You couldn't even be bothered to run away with me! You could've grabbed me or – or pulled on my arm or carried me for all I care! But you almost left me to die, you – you stupid, cowardly arse!"

"Pansy –"

"Don't talk to me." She narrowed her eyes at him. "The worst thing is that it was Potter who saved me. He almost died with me trying to protect me. Potter!" Pansy could see his annoyance and disgust and that was the only reason she even brought it up. "Not my childhood friend. Not you. Potter was with me when I thought I was surely living my very last moments. Let that sink in, Draco."

Still shaking in anger, she quickly pushed past him and walked to a table occupied by their year-mates. She gave Daphne a quick hug, then sat down properly, her arms crossed over her chest. Gradually, conversations resumed around her as normalcy returned slowly to the rest of the common room when Draco joined them, sitting between his muscles Gregory and Vincent.