The Most Impossible Soulbond

A Lament For Harry's Gaggle Of Disciples

"Relax," Harry told her as they were standing by the fireplace, dressed in their finest casual robes.

She was wearing a burgundy, long-sleeved robe with a cream-coloured floral pattern while Harry was, admittedly, looking rather handsome in his new black robe with deep red pinstripes. It really made his green eyes pop, despite the spectacles he was wearing.

"Thanks," he muttered under his breath, glaring at the fire with an intensity that was about to burst the flames into flames.

"I don't want to see Draco and the others yet," Pansy admitted, her heart beating painfully in her chest. "I don't think I can bear it."

"What about Greengrass?" Harry wondered. "You've had contact with her. She...she seems accepting."

"She's my best friend," Pansy muttered. Then, she almost flinched at the hesitant touch on her shoulder. She shot a glance to her right when the faint sensation of being wrapped up comfortably in a warm and snuggly blanket washed through her once more, though it was nowhere near as intense as when they'd touched the other's skin. Harry's cheeks were bright red and her own cheeks felt hot as well.

"I, uh –" He cleared his throat but didn't remove his hand. "No matter what, I'm going to help you get through this," he finally said, a determined frown on his face.

"...thank you," she whispered uncomfortably.

Harry then pulled his hand away from her shoulder and they resumed their silent wait for her parents and Biffy.

It was almost like awaiting her death sentence, which, to be honest, it kind of was. A death sentence for her reputation. A death sentence for Pansy Parkinson the pureblood princess. A death sentence for her social standing.

"Shows you what your lot is worth," Harry said through the bond with a scoff. "You like to say all those terrible things about Ron and Hermione but they have my back despite this whole mess."

Pansy just ground her teeth and glared at the fireplace. And here she thought that they had a moment of common courtesy. It could've been a moment of mutual understanding or a moment of finding common ground when there was so little of it to be found. Yet Harry bloody Potter just had to be a coc oen and needle her.

He gave her a scandalized look. "You are a lamb's willy, what the bloody hell?"

Pansy wanted the yell and scream in annoyance. She had forgotten that they were sharing knowledge through this blasted bond and that he now knew Welsh because of it. She couldn't even insult him in Welsh anymore.

"How is being a lamb's willy even a serious insult?" Harry asked through the bond, his expression showing his befuddlement.

"I could also call you a drewgi."

Harry had to chuckle at that. "I'll remember that. Fitting for Malfoy's trolls."

Pansy had to nod. "I have to honestly say," she began loudly, "that I just don't understand whyever he insists on keeping them around." She shrugged and couldn't suppress the small smile threatening to become a big grin. "Nyd ydynt dim gwerth rhech dafad."

"Pansy Parkinson!"

Her father's scandalised voice immediately made Pansy wince. "Oh dear." She hadn't heard her parents join them in the guest room.

"Such language has no place in our home, young lady!" Pansy could hear her father march towards them before he appeared in front of the fireplace, standing tall with his hands on his hips and straight-backed. "And to teach it to Harry of all people, who has almost always been polite and forthcoming during his stay – I am disappointed in you!"