Uncomfortable Truths - - (Drarry Fanfiction)

Chapter Seven - Drunks

As soon as Harry, Mike and Steve enter the common room Pansy leaps from her chair and heads over to the three boys.

"Harry, darling, what happened?" Pansy smiles, "Dray, Theo and Greg came back in such a state. They wouldn't tell me what's wrong. Ron told me you were there, so, sweetheart, what happened?"

"None of your business." Michael says as he stomps off to his own room. Stephen sighs and goes to sit with Terry Boot in the alcove, dragging a blue bean bag chair with him.

"That's what Theo said. Harry please?"

"Sorry Pansy, we're not supposed to talk about what happens." Harry starts walking towards his friends.

"Harry," Pansy grabs hold of his waist and pulls him back, "Harry, there's something wrong and I can't help them if I don't know." She whispers.

"Listen, Parkinson, if you want to know so bad go talk to Malfoy. He's still your Prince isn't he, let him make the executive decision. Now, let go." Harry watches Malfoy enter the common room with Nott and Goyle.

"Potter, listen sweetheart" Pansy backs him up against the wall, "He won't tell me, Nott won't tell me, Goyle won't tell me... that leaves you. You'll tell me won't you." She runs her hand up his arm while he turns red.

"Parkinson, I'm not in the mood for this, I've had a crappy day and you doing... whatever this is, isn't going to work, ok, so let me go."

"But Potter..."

"Let him go Pansy," Draco growls from behind her, "how many times do I have to tell you to get off him before it sinks in?"

"He's free for the taking Dray. You don't own him or me. Tell me what happened today and I'll leave Potter alone for one week."

"No, but you'll leave him alone anyway, won't you Pans?" Draco whispers something Harry can't hear and she lets him go.

"Fine, you win this time Dray, but we're not done here." Pansy smirks at Malfoy first and then Harry, "See you around Potter."

"My god that woman's terrifying." Harry mumbles as he scoots around Malfoy and heads toward Hermoine and Ron. Malfoy snickers as he leaves for the Great Hall with Nott and Goyle.

"Thanks a lot, you two, just left me to face Parkinson alone. Where's your Gryffindor courage?" Harry sits heavily onto the couch next to Ron.

"How are you doing that?" Ron asks.

"Doing what? Surviving Parkinson, I'm not, I had to get saved from her again. I owe Malfoy some chocolate frogs or something."

"No, not that you git. How are you sitting next to me? That cushion's green."

"Why does he keep saving you from Parkinson?" Hermoine wonders.

"He probably has a thing for her. They were hot and heavy back in our 4th year." Ron answers.

"Probably." Harry nods.

"I don't think so, anyway Harry, how are you sitting there?" Hermoine found a new puzzle to solve.

"I don't know," Harry stands trying to avoid any more questions today. "DuBois wants me to stay with the Slytherins and Ravenclaws. That group is completely mental. I think I'm going to do it."

"Wait, why?" Ron looks miserable, "Don't you want to come with us?"

"It's completely mental, Ron, like totally dysfunctional. It's a riot. We fought for half the time we were there. Malfoy's funny when he's pissed."

"Is he? Is he funny when he's pissed?" Ron looks angry.

"When it's not directed at me or my friends, yeah, he is. What's your problem?"