Heartchains

CHAPTER 9ish

Pansy heard the bell ring and Hermione seemed to calm down. 

"I'll see you later!" Hermione chimed, grabbing her stuff and leaving to her classes with Potter. 

Once she was gone, Pansy turned to Draco. "I hate you."  

"You get what you get." He said, shrugging. He grabbed his stuff. "Shall we go?"

"Where'd you learn that? Potter?" Pansy said as she rolled her eyes and got up with him.  As they walked to their classes, they chatted fervently about their room-mates.

"I'm telling you," Pansy said, in a loud whisper. "She's too perfect. And she doesn't even try!"

"Yeah, well, Harry doesn't know how perfect he is. He still doesn't understand that people aren't only staring at him for his scar. Now people are looking at his face and body." Draco was blushing feverishly. 

"Well," Pansy huffed. "At least he seems to like you back." 

"What?" Draco stopped. "What?"

"Oh yeah!" Pansy said, knowing that her voice was becoming shrill, as it tends to do when she gets excited. "I don't know how you didn't realize. Oh wait, I do; you're as oblivious as a troll."

"Hey, how could you talk bout your mother like that?" Draco asked, poking her ribs.

"Fuck off." Pansy said, but internally she was dying. Remembering her mother was painful. She couldn't blame Draco for scraping an open wound because well, he didn't know. She hadn't told anyone about her current housing situation, about how her mother had kicked her out for being g-, no, loving the same gender. The lie she had told everyone was that her mother was in Azkaban. It would only take them long enough to remember that her mother wasn't a Deatheater, and for them to start asking questions.

Draco rolled his eyes, unknowing of her inner turmoil. "Anyway," He started. "Potter is still a prat. A bloody git, in fact. But he easy on the eyes, so to speak, so I don't really mind having him as a roommate." 

"Well, that was unusually suave for you, darling. Where's the blush? Aren't you going to go on about his emerald green eyes or how 'Perfect Potter is so perfect'?" She said, knowing she was being a little louder and that someone could hear them.

"Would you shut up?" Draco said, hurriedly. "Someone'll hear you." 

"Oh, what does it matter!" She huffed. "It's not like nobody knows." She knew she'd made a mistake the moment the words flew from her mouth. 

"What?" Draco stopped dead in his tracks. 

Welp, Pansy had two choices, apologize or go with it. She chose the latter. 

"Oh yeah, everyone's known since forth year when you wouldn't stop staring at him during the yule ball. Or when you would go out of your way to follow him during sixth year. Or maybe when-" 

"Alright!" Draco cut her off. "Enough, someone will hear you."

"Honey, it doesn't matter if someone hears us! Everyone knows that you love him!"

Draco turned red. "I-I don't..."

Pansy softened. "Oh, honey." She grabbed his arm. "Wanna skip today's lessons and just head back to the common room? We could just sit and talk without any qualms. No one to hear it. No one to judge."

Draco nodded. 

"Come on, let's go."

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Sorry it's so short, I just wanted to put something up. I decided for a quick fall with Drarry but a nice, slow fall for Pansmione. And don't worry about angst. It's going to be fine. Also, sorry for going out of order with Pansy's pov instead of Hermione's pov but I promise the next chapter will be her's.