Winning Over Slytherin | Draco Malfoy

Chapter 66: Pansy Parkinson

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P A N S Y   P A R K I N S O N

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I can't see you like this. Or, well, not see you. I try and try to be ok. But I'm not. And I might just have to accept that. I have to accept that I've lost you. That it's over.
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Draco's POV

*a couple months later*

I can't believe it. I poured my heart out in that letter. But when she came back, nothing changed, if anything it had simply gotten worse. It's like I don't exist for her. She doesn't look at me. Ever.

One day I thought she did. We were in Potions class, and I thought she was looking at me, mouthing something. I smiled, so happy that she was finally trying to make some contact with me. When she had a confused look on her face at my smile, I turned to look next me, turns out she was looking at the table next to mine, with those two boys that were always together — Sean and Deamus? Dean and Seamus? Something like such. That was disappointing.

After that, I realized she always looked right through me. I tried to sniff around to see if she had said something to anyone about me, and I got nothing. I even tried to talk to the Weasley girl... she slapped me. I knew there was a reason I never liked her. There was one I did like — Lovegood? I believe? But I haven't seen her in a while, I could even go as far as to say I haven't seen her in as long as we've been back from break. She wasn't that bad.

I've tried to move on. I have, I've even tried to see Parkinson in a different way, as more than a friend, but it's impossible. Whenever I'm with Parkinson I just want to be with Kat.

She's like an addiction that I tried to quit cold turkey and I am now in a constant state of withdrawal that's taking a toll on my mental health.

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard the door open and Kat walked in, and looked at me. This time she looked at me. I checked, no one else was in the common room with us. But as fast as she had looked at me was as fast as she had looked away, and started heading towards her dorm room. Turn around Kat. Please. Just turn around. She didn't. I sighed and checked the clock, knowing it was time to head over to the meeting in my family's manor.

Great.

Mal's POV

I was walking towards my dorm room when I heard groans and vomiting coming from the bathroom. The healer in me perked up and I immediately headed inside. To my surprise, Pansy Parkinson was leaning over a stall, vomiting. I sighed and kneeled down next to her, pulling her hair back as she let it all out. Yeah, the healer in me is apparently acting extra strong right now. Stupid healer crap.

She stopped vomiting for a couple seconds to control her breathing, she wiped her mouth with a paper towel and began thanking me but when she realized it was me she pulled back. "Don't touch me mudblood." Rude.

"3... 2... 1..." I counted off and as soon as I got to one she leaned over the toilet again and I pulled her hair back so she could continue vomiting. She stopped for a couple moments and when she thought she was feeling a little better, she lifted her head up to look at me.

"Why are you even here? Don't you have anything better to do with your life then watch me be sick? Or is your life that pathetic?" You are making it so hard to help you.

"I have lots to do but I don't know. I just heard vomiting and came in to help, I didn't really care if it was you." I told her the truth.

"Well... you can leave now." She said as she breathed slowly, trying to control herself.

"Inhale through your nose and exhale through your mouth, that'll help." I reassured her and despite her giving me a glare, she took my advice and did as I said. "Better?" I asked once I had seen the color start returning to her face.

She nodded hastily. "I'm fine. You can go."

"Why do you hate me so much?" I blurted out without being able to stop myself. "I mean, aside from the fact that I'm muggleborn and despite that I got put into Slytherin, why do you hate me?"

"I don't hate you." She huffed. "I just dislike you."

"Why?" I pressured.

"Because you have it too easy. Everything in your life has been practically handed to you." Handed to me? Sweetheart, if you only knew. "I mean, a mudblood has never been put into Slytherin before... no offense." She rolled her eyes at me.

"None taken." I said sarcastically and waited for her to continue.

"And you're the brightest in the school, now that your sister isn't here for you to compete against her." Ouch. "And so many people like you. I mean, you have friends in every single house even though you were only supposed to be friends with your house. And all your friends would fight for you, in a heartbeat, even though you're a Slytherin."

"So?" I shrugged.

"You know how many friends I have? Four. Total. And that's if they could even be called my friends. Four: Crabbe, Goyle, Blaise, and Draco." She groaned angrily. "Ugh! And Draco is the main reason. I mean, he was the first person to even speak to me, but then you come along and ruin the whole thing. It's not fair! I have always been there for him, whenever you and him fought, who do you think he came to talk to? Me. He never really told me any of the specifics but he knew you didn't trust him. He often felt like you were embarrassed of him—"

I cut her off. "No. Stop right there. I have never been embarrassed of him."

"Shut up, I'm talking. I mean, I've always been there, waiting for you and him to eventually break up and then maybe me and him could finally be a possibility. But no, you two have been broken up for months now and he still only sees me as a friend, if even that. It's unfair. He is amazing. You had him and you had a relationship with him, but you decided to throw all that away. And for what? For doing what he had to do? To earn the pride of his father? You know his father, he's a completely psychotic arse. He cared... cares so much about you, and you don't seem like you give a damn. You don't deserve him. But still, he's always picked you. And I try so hard. I try to be there for him, to listen to him, to help him. But I'll never get picked. It's always going to be you." She ranted out the whole truth in front of me and despite me being a little hurt by it, I saw a more vulnerable side to Pansy than I've ever seen, and that just made me more suspicious.

"Do you know what made you throw up?"

She scoffed. "I just said all of that and you want to ask me what made me throw up?" She asked me skeptically and I nodded. "I had a drink." She pointed to the side of her and I grabbed that drink, smelling it.

"Veritaserum. Of course. I should've known. It's mixed with Firewhiskey but that's definitely Veritaserum." That explains why she told me her truth, she had to. Who even gave her veritaserum? She groaned and I helped her up. "Come on, you probably won't remember any of this tomorrow." She stood up with my help and we walked over to her dorm.

I laid her down with a cold towel on her forehead and a trash can right next to her bed. "Well, you're all set up. I'm going to go." I started to head out when she called me.

"Wait... thanks." I nodded at her and started to close the door behind me but stopped myself.

"I know he's amazing. And I know he deserves better. I'm just sorry I couldn't give it to him." I whispered and closed the door behind me.

He does deserve better. And I hope someone can give to him what I couldn't.

Having made up my mind, I walked back to my room, and opened my desk drawer, taking the letter I had gotten months ago but never opened, in my shaking hands and finally opened it.