Harry Potter: Made in Slytherin (Harry Potter as a Slytherin)

Chapter 6:

"I'm not people."

"Oh, I know." Pansy walked closer to him as the two stood alone in the second-floor hall.

"What? Did your lord Malfoy send you here to give me those doe eyes and make me come back to the team?"

"Fuck Malfoy-"

"My, my, I never knew you had a crush on our gel-covered leader. He's all yours if you- ow!"

"You done?" She asked, putting away her wand.

"Really?" Harry shook his hand to try and stop the burning sensation. "Out of all the spells to learn non-verbally, you learnt the stinging hex?"

"Oh, that effort completely paid off with this." Pansy grinned.

Note to self, look out for silent spells when dealing with Parkinson.

"Where are we going?" She asked.

"We? We are going nowhere. I am going to the library, and you are going to the furthest part of the school grounds from it."

"The library, huh?"

"Yes."

"The one that's on the first floor? Or is there another one I don't know about?" The faux innocence was dripping from her words.

"I needed the exercise."

She looked him up and down, her eyes moving at the speed of the beat of his heart. "Not really."

"I would thank you for your input, but then I remembered I didn't ask for it."

"Thanks," she grabbed his arm. "Now come on, let's go."

Harry stood firm and grabbed her arm on his hand, causing Pansy to turn back to him, displeasure clear on her expression.

"What's your game?"

"What do you mean?"

"Cut the bullshit, Parkinson. Draco and all the other guys from the school might be fooled if you try hard enough, but not me. For four years, we barely talk outside when we need to, and now you can't seem to get away from me."

Pansy ripped her arm out of his grasp. "I'm not playing any games, Potter. But, like you, I'm not going to follow Malfoy every time he barks. He already thinks of himself as the king of the house, I'm not going to prove him right by becoming another one of his lap dogs."

"So, what are you doing here?"

"What am I- are you really that dimwitted? I want Umbridge out, I doubt there's a student here who wants her to keep her place as our teacher. And with how the Ministry is acting against Dumbledore and Longbottom, if we don't act now, we may not have a chance to stop this at all. Let's work together on this! Let's be real, Malfoy and the others won't get far without our help, but we can do it without theirs."

"So you just want to remove Umbridge?"

"Yes!"

"Then find someone else to work with." Harry turned around and began to walk away.

"What!?"

"I'm sorry," he said as he kept walking. "I must've spoken in French. Let me rephrase it; piss off, Parkinson."

"You couldn't possibly want Umbridge to stay!"

"I don't."

"So why the fuck aren't you doing anything!?"

Harry stopped in his tracks and turned back towards her. Pansy was only centimetres away, he could feel her rapid breaths clash against his chest as she stared up at him, determined and angry.

"Because I don't see how that's my problem. Up until now, Umbridge is only punishing students who go against her, idiots who are constantly antagonizing her rather than being smart and keeping their mouth shut. So no, I don't give a shit if I have to read a stupid book over and over again or make boring essays for the rest of the year - hell, my business might boom because of her. So tell me, why the hell would I do something that would not only hurt my business, but help Neville Fucking Longbottom?"

"So that's it? All of this is because of Neville Longbottom?" Harry stayed silent and Pansy continued. "How did I never realise that you're more jealous of Longbottom than even Malfoy. It's pathetic really, is your ego that frail that you hate Neville Longbottom that much, even if the boy himself doesn't even know who you are? Are you really that desperate for attention that you can't deal with the fact that, outside our house-mates, no one seems to even know you?"

"Shut the fuck up, Parkinson."

"Or what? You know, for all the shit you talk and how tough you act, you're nothing but a scared little kid, whining that the rules aren't fair. Well, let me give you an insight into life, Potter; it isn't fair! The sooner you learn that, the sooner you'll stop acting as an entitled child and use the cards that life gave you."

Harry blinked a few times, not removing his eyes from her. "Are you done?"

"Yeah," Parkinson scoffed. "Yeah, I think I'm done. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go to the library and think of a way to stop Umbridge, because, unlike you, some of us don't just think about ourselves."

Pansy hit his shoulder with her own as she walked past him, leaving Harry alone in the hallway. He could feel his heart trying to tear itself out of his chest, and the bile stuck at the top of his throat. His hands were almost shaking, and it was taking all of his energy to maintain a composed look.

He wanted to punch something, to launch a thousand curses, to grab a broom and ride it at its highest speed to the point where it is almost falling apart because of the exertion. Harry clutched his fists and clenched his jaw, before furiously heading towards the Room of Requirement, already decided on skipping the essays.

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