Chapter Forty-Four
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“Weasley,” Pansy yelled, sticking her head around the door. “Oi! Weasley!”
The guitars stopped, Blaise stopping several seconds later. “What the fuck d’ya want Parkinson?” Ron asked angrily. “We’re trying to practice here.”
“I thought Harry was supposed to be here,” Pansy said, rolling her eyes. The room absolutely reeked of testosterone. Oh how she hated that smell.
“Hey guys,” Theo said, rubbing at his hair. “Where is Harry?”
“He went next door with that Portuguese guy about an hour ago,” Seamus said, branding a long pointy stick at Pansy. “Now get out or I’ll disembowel you.”
“With a drumstick?” Pansy said scathingly, raising a perfectly plucked eyebrow. Seamus waved the stick until it was about three millimetres away from Pansy’s nose. She lifted her hand up and brought the stick down sharply, grinning at his Seamus‘s wince of pain when it hit his thigh. “I’d watch your back if I were you Finnigan. Men who go round waving sticks at Parkinsons don’t usually live to wave them again.” The door slammed.
Pansy looked at the door next to Blaise’s flat. It didn’t look like the flat of Portuguese kidnappers, but you could never be too careful. She knocked on the door cautiously. It snapped open.
“Yes, can I help you?” the opener asked. Pansy nearly laughed out loud. It was a short blond woman. She can’t have kidnapped Harry. But she was a short blond pretty woman. Which raised the terrifying thought that Harry had gone in voluntarily.
“I’m here to see Harry Potter,” Pansy replied coldly and heard a groan from behind the woman, showing that Harry was indeed there.
“I’m sorry,” the woman said politely, smiling at Pansy. Pansy nearly threw up. Obviously she was one of those simpering, sickly sweet women, no girls, that Pansy couldn’t stand. “but I don’t really see what it has to do with you.”
“Oh believe me Blondie,” Pansy growled, pushing past the girl into her flat, “it has everything to do with me.”
Harry’s eyes widened as Pansy entered the room. She seemed to give out an aura of absolute curiosity. He winced. This wasn’t going to be good.
“Now,” Pansy began, a forced smile settling on her face. “Will you please tell me what the fuck he,” she pointed at Harry, “is doing in this dump.”
“Excuse me,” the woman began, finally indignant. “This is my flat and if-”
“I asked you a question,” Pansy interrupted with a wave of her hand. “That means I would like an answer now.”
“We were having a quiet drink,” the blond woman said, narrowing her eyes. Pansy snorted. As if someone that short and simpering could be a threat to Pansy. “Or at least we were, until you interrupted so rudely.”
“As in a date?”
“Yes as in a date!” Blondie replied angrily, waving her hands around. “Now if you do not get out now I will-”
Pansy laughed and made a lunge for the girl, grabbing her by her long hair and causing Harry to gasp. Pretty Pansy’s arse. “Now you listen to me sweetheart,” she growled in her ear, tugging on her hair. She shivered. “You go near him again and I will make sure you can‘t go near any other guy. I don’t know if he’s told you, but that pathetic scrawny looking guy sat cowering in the corner is mine. God knows why I want him, but I do. You get your pretty pink claws into him and I’ll scratch you up. And believe me, my claws are much sharper and longer because they have got a lot more use. Understand darling?” The girl nodded. “Good.” Pansy released her hair and she scrambled over to the other side of the room. “My name’s Pansy. Pansy Parkinson. You might want to remember it, although most people only know me as the biggest bitch this side of the country. They don’t say much any more.” The woman swallowed. “And as for you,” Pansy continued, turning to Harry, who shifted back. “You are coming with me.”
She marched over to where Harry was sitting and yanked him up by his hair. She tugged him across the room and turned just before she shut the door. She smiled sweetly at the girl now collapsed on her sofa and said politely; “Thank you for your hospitality. I won’t be seeing you.”
Pansy Parkinson was on a roll and woe betide anyone who got in her way.
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“Weasley,” Pansy yelled, sticking her head around the door. “Oi! Weasley!”
The guitars stopped, Blaise stopping several seconds later. “What the fuck d’ya want Parkinson?” Ron asked angrily. “We’re trying to practice here.”
“I thought Harry was supposed to be here,” Pansy said, rolling her eyes. The room absolutely reeked of testosterone. Oh how she hated that smell.
“Hey guys,” Theo said, rubbing at his hair. “Where is Harry?”
“He went next door with that Portuguese guy about an hour ago,” Seamus said, branding a long pointy stick at Pansy. “Now get out or I’ll disembowel you.”
“With a drumstick?” Pansy said scathingly, raising a perfectly plucked eyebrow. Seamus waved the stick until it was about three millimetres away from Pansy’s nose. She lifted her hand up and brought the stick down sharply, grinning at his Seamus‘s wince of pain when it hit his thigh. “I’d watch your back if I were you Finnigan. Men who go round waving sticks at Parkinsons don’t usually live to wave them again.” The door slammed.
Pansy looked at the door next to Blaise’s flat. It didn’t look like the flat of Portuguese kidnappers, but you could never be too careful. She knocked on the door cautiously. It snapped open.
“Yes, can I help you?” the opener asked. Pansy nearly laughed out loud. It was a short blond woman. She can’t have kidnapped Harry. But she was a short blond pretty woman. Which raised the terrifying thought that Harry had gone in voluntarily.
“I’m here to see Harry Potter,” Pansy replied coldly and heard a groan from behind the woman, showing that Harry was indeed there.
“I’m sorry,” the woman said politely, smiling at Pansy. Pansy nearly threw up. Obviously she was one of those simpering, sickly sweet women, no girls, that Pansy couldn’t stand. “but I don’t really see what it has to do with you.”
“Oh believe me Blondie,” Pansy growled, pushing past the girl into her flat, “it has everything to do with me.”
Harry’s eyes widened as Pansy entered the room. She seemed to give out an aura of absolute curiosity. He winced. This wasn’t going to be good.
“Now,” Pansy began, a forced smile settling on her face. “Will you please tell me what the fuck he,” she pointed at Harry, “is doing in this dump.”
“Excuse me,” the woman began, finally indignant. “This is my flat and if-”
“I asked you a question,” Pansy interrupted with a wave of her hand. “That means I would like an answer now.”
“We were having a quiet drink,” the blond woman said, narrowing her eyes. Pansy snorted. As if someone that short and simpering could be a threat to Pansy. “Or at least we were, until you interrupted so rudely.”
“As in a date?”
“Yes as in a date!” Blondie replied angrily, waving her hands around. “Now if you do not get out now I will-”
Pansy laughed and made a lunge for the girl, grabbing her by her long hair and causing Harry to gasp. Pretty Pansy’s arse. “Now you listen to me sweetheart,” she growled in her ear, tugging on her hair. She shivered. “You go near him again and I will make sure you can‘t go near any other guy. I don’t know if he’s told you, but that pathetic scrawny looking guy sat cowering in the corner is mine. God knows why I want him, but I do. You get your pretty pink claws into him and I’ll scratch you up. And believe me, my claws are much sharper and longer because they have got a lot more use. Understand darling?” The girl nodded. “Good.” Pansy released her hair and she scrambled over to the other side of the room. “My name’s Pansy. Pansy Parkinson. You might want to remember it, although most people only know me as the biggest bitch this side of the country. They don’t say much any more.” The woman swallowed. “And as for you,” Pansy continued, turning to Harry, who shifted back. “You are coming with me.”
She marched over to where Harry was sitting and yanked him up by his hair. She tugged him across the room and turned just before she shut the door. She smiled sweetly at the girl now collapsed on her sofa and said politely; “Thank you for your hospitality. I won’t be seeing you.”
Pansy Parkinson was on a roll and woe betide anyone who got in her way.
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