The Most Impossible Soulbond

Summer Holidays

"Place it on the desk, Biffy, then leave," Pansy ordered their ugly, little house-elf, who brought her a plate with Pwdin Eva, her favourite dessert.

"Yes, Lady Mistress Parkinson," the creature squeaked in its high-pitched voice and did as told before disappearing with a pop.

When she wasn't learning from her father, she was spending her time doing her homework. Distractions. That was what she needed and that was what she gave herself. The busier she was, the less she was thinking, the less she was remembering. All of her focus went into the task at hand, which, right now, was her Transfiguration homework.

She placed her quill gently on her desk, careful not to make a mess with the ink, then leaned back into her chair, giving in to the urge to thoroughly stretch. It was time for a break, so she grabbed the plate and began eating her little treat.

So far, half a month in, their summer hols had been, thankfully, fairly quiet. She traded only a few words with Potter and, other than that, just spent most of her time holed up in their manor. There was little desire to meet with anyone whatsoever when the inevitable fact of this soulbond becoming public knowledge was looming over her like a killing curse.

"I hope you choke on your food, you fat whale..."

Pansy blinked, slowly chewing her small bite of Pwdin Eva before swallowing it and placing her plate on her desk. Her brows furrowed and her lips curled to show her extreme displeasure.

"What did you just say?! Do you have a death wish, Potter?!"

"What? What are you talking about?"

She wished she could face him right now, just so he could feel the full force of her utterly disbelieving expression. "If you think you are being clever, you are not. Did you not just say something about hoping that I will choke on my food and that I am fat?"

There was a moment of silence. "That wasn't meant for you."

"Who is it then you want to choke on their food, hm? Wouldn't have pegged you for the murderous type, Potter." Pansy paused, then chuckled. "Then again, you are sad over the death of a serial killer."

"Sirius was innocent!" Potter exploded at her, making her wince.

"What do you mean?" she wondered, now genuinely curious. Picking up her plate once more, she continued to eat her dessert. That sounded like it was going to at least be entertaining.

"I'm not going to tell you anything, Parkinson. I already said too much and I'm not going to 'entertain' you."

"Don't be a spoilsport!"

Then, only silence greeted her, much to her annoyance. "You can't just say something like that and then refuse to elaborate, Scarface!"

He still didn't say anything and just began reciting spell after spell instead.

Insufferable.

-

Time passed and, before she knew it, the rest of the month was behind her and it was already the end of July and time for the Summer Ball.

This year, it was the Fawleys who hosted the ball, another Hufflepuff family after the Macmillans. Pansy was wearing a cream coloured, light dress robe with a frilly skirt. Her eyebrows were neatly done, her fingernails manicured and painted a nice peach.

Upon arriving there with a portkey, she grumpily busied herself with smoothing out her dress and hair. It was a dreadful way of travel when one was prettied up like she was. Unfortunately, floo would have been even worse with all the soot and whatnot and the Fawleys lived in Berwick Upon Tweed, which was far in the Northeast corner of England and too far away from Cardiff to apparate safely.