Kiss Me Freely (Book 2)

Chapter 15 : You Lost Me

You Lost Me

"Frendo!"

An arm fell to the floor with a clang, the dummy rocking back and forth on its springs from the forth of the attack. The socket where its shoulder once was had been crushed, a ball of plastic and fake flesh that look disturbingly painful.

Grinning cruelly, Pansy spun around, twirling her wand in the direction of another dummy, successfully splitting open its arm, exposing its hollow exterior. If it had happened to any human being, it would have cut right through to the bone and possibly through the bone itself if it were powerful enough.

Her smile widened as she continued to move around, casting curse after curse, spell after spell, at any and all of the dummies that rose up to attempt to cease her efforts. On the other side of the Room of Requirement, Daphne, Astoria, and Maryse were seated on a couch, watching with either smiles or shock and worry. Astoria was on the edge of her seat, hands gripping her knees as a smile remained permanently plastered on her face, a cruel, and malicious grin that twisted her looks. Daphne and Maryse exchanged a small look behind Astoria's back, each knowing that Pansy was taking this way too far.

"Did you see that? Completely crushed the chest. Now, I bet that goodie-two-shoes Granger doesn't know how to stop that!" Astoria gushed as Pansy continued to cast.

Maryse and Daphne nodded, more just to avoid confrontation rather than in actual agreement. While Maryse wasn't too sure that Hermione could block it, Daphne was fairly certain that the Gryffindor was quite capable and able to block just about any spell sent her way. She was, after all, the brightest witch her age and had helped in the defeat of the Dark Lord. Rumours said that she had even killed Lucius Malfoy. Now that was a terrifying thought. If someone had been able to kill the senior Malfoy, then they could easily take on a passionate, yet weak caster like Pansy.

Daphne let out a quiet sigh, gently rubbing her face, careful to avoid her mascara. She was getting tired of Pansy's antics and really wished that the girl could see just how silly she was being. She was exaggerating things, pretending that the situation was far worse than it actually was, and she was taking this way too far. She didn't need any spells to stop anything; Daphne was fairly certain that Draco was more than willing to spend time with Granger. All Pansy needed to do was talk to Draco, although it didn't seem likely that it was going to happen any time soon.

Pansy suddenly came running over, face flushed; sweat beading on her brow, with that smile always on her face.

"Did you guys see that?" she squealed, a little skip to her step. "Did you see it? Aren't I amazing?"

Maryse and Daphne quietly nodded while Astoria began gushing about how much she adored Pansy and wished to be like her, telling the girl that Granger did not stand a chance. Daphne was still fairly certain that her little sister was growing as delusional as Pansy was.

"You two aren't saying anything."

Looking up, the other two simply shrugged. "There isn't much to say," Maryse began softly with a small smile that didn't meet her eyes. "You are a wonderful witch and those spells are certainly powerful and good enough to stop Granger in her tracks."

Nodding, as though to say 'I know,' Pansy turned to face Daphne, her expression telling the girl that she demanded praise.

Fighting the urge to roll her eyes, Daphne cracked a couple knuckles instead out of habit. "Maryse is right, those spells certainly are powerful. But...are they necessary?"

"What do you mean? Of course they are necessary! I need to get that Gryffindor bitch off of my man, no matter what!"

Massaging her temples, Daphne exhaled softly. "What I mean is, have you tried other methods first? How about you just try talking to him. Not arguing, just plain talking, without insulting anyone. You might be able to get the gist of things through that alone."