The Most Impossible Soulbond

Secrets In The Chamber Of Secrets

The weekend was almost upon them and Pansy could not express just how happy she was about that fact.

Feeling the eyes of Alena and Elwin follow her through every step she took within their sight was stressful enough and silently seething in the mockery of Davis of all people did not help in lessening the stress she was feeling in any way. To top it all off, however, she was now also aware of something very private about Harry and she didn't know how to handle it. It terrified her beyond words, not to mention how embarrassed and guilty it made her feel.

And now she was having lunch in the Great Hall before they'd be having a double-period of Potions class...with the Gryffindors, of course. How was she supposed to handle that? How was she supposed to be in his vicinity, how was she supposed to even look at him?

"Look, I appreciate what you're doing here and how you're feeling and it's more than I expected from you but what's done is done and can we just go on like usual?"

"But how?" she whined, cradling her head in her hands while her elbows were resting very improperly on the table.

"Alright, I swear I wasn't going to ask, but what the bloody hell is going on, who're you talking to and how the bloody hell are you married to Potter?" Theo, who was sitting across from her, asked her before stuffing his face with fish and chips.

Pansy groaned because every set of eyes within earshot was now trained on her. "Well done, Theodore, you bloody dung-for-brains," she muttered. Daphne had gone further down the table to speak with her little sister, Astoria, about something, so she was left all alone to deal with this. Moving her head just so, Pansy glared at him balefully from beneath her fringe, blowing a strand of her from her face as she did so. "It wasn't my choice, alright? It happened when Draco decided to only save his own skinny arse. Harry saved me. He actually risked his life and saved me from those blasted Dementors and that's when this – this bond happened." She shrugged helplessly. "Dumbledore said that Magic itself witnessed what he did, so this...just...kind of happened."

"Couldn't believe it myself when I first heard the news," Blaise piped in, chewing on a piece of grilled pork before washing it down with orange juice. "His mother was supposedly an extraordinarily talented witch though, despite the circumstances of her birth." He shrugged. "Could've hitched it with someone worse, all things considered. That ponce, McLaggen, for instance."

"He's just upset that he lost money to McLaggen for betting against Ireland when our families watched the World Cup finale together," Theo confided to her with a snigger. "It's been weeks and Blaise still hasn't gotten over it."

"I would have...if he'd just stop lording it over me," Blaise grumbled. "Prat thinks he's got good Quidditch sense when he's barely a second-rate flyer himself."

Pansy glanced down the length of the table, mindful of who was listening and who wasn't. Not feeling particularly safe, she shrugged and shook her head. "Doesn't matter now, does it?" she murmured instead. "It's irreversible."

There was a moment of awkward silence before Blaise raised his glass of orange juice. "Cheers, then."

"So...how's it going so far?" Theo then asked.

Pansy turned her gaze from Blaise to Theo. "How's what going so far?"

"You know...your, uh, thing with Potter."

She opened her mouth to say something before clamping it shut. "No. Not answering that," she simply said with a vehement shake of her head. "I'm definitely not talking about that." Pushing her barely-touched plate away from her, Pansy got up from the bench, grabbed her bag from beneath her chair and got ready to head to Potions class. "Professor Snape won't want us to dawdle," she drawled as she left for the dungeons. It didn't matter that they easily had another fifteen minutes or more.