In the Malfoy Gardens
Title: In the Malfoy Gardens
By: Foxfire Glow
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Pansy Parkinson and Severus Snape
Word Count: 1141
Summary: A young Pansy Parkinson has an encounter with a certain Potions Professor in the Malfoy gardens.
Rating: General
Disclaimer: the Harry Potter series is the creative and legal property of J.K. Rowling.
Warning: Un-Beta'd.
In The Malfoy Gardens
Lying on her stomach, her legs swinging in the air, one elbow propping her head up while the other worked with her arm to hold the book she was reading upright, in the middle of a small clearing of apple trees was a eleven year old Pansy Parkinson. The trees, kept in perpetual blossom during the spring and summer months by a spell cast long before the current residents were even in the womb, billowed in the wind sending small white petals to the ground to settle around the child. She couldn't have cared less about them or anything else around her, except for following the adventures of the girl in the pages of her book.
However the sound of heavy footfalls coming closer to where she lay brought her gaze from the text written on the page to the eyes of a tall, dark wizard who had just invaded her sanctuary. Bothered by his appearance she greeted him politely, but coolly, and turned back to her book, hoping that he would leave and not report seeing her.
However he didn't leave.
Instead he broke the tranquil silence that had been blessing her and asked her what she was doing.
“I'm reading a book” she informed him, speaking to him as if he were a stupid child.
“I can see that” he ground out “I am curious as to why you are doing so out here instead of in the nursery with the other children.”
Clenching her teeth, as was her habit, she rolled over onto her side and sat up on her knees, sitting seiza, placing her hands in her lap, careful to keep her fists from clenching, she answered him.
“Firstly, sir, I'm eleven, I hardly think it necessary for me to be confined to the nursery any longer” she informed him, watching as he again lifted the same eyebrow, only this time in mild amusement and that followed with a smirk “Secondly Daphne threw me out after I made Draco cry, not that I would have stayed and listened to that brat.”
“You made Draco cry” the man drawled out.
“He does it often enough, it shouldn't come as a surprise to someone who is as close to the Malfoy family as you are,” Pansy stated.
“You are quite right, however I am curious to know how you are aware of my relations to the Malfoy's when I don't know who you are” the suspicion that laced his voice caused Pansy to roll her eyes.
“You're quite the curious fellow aren't you?” Pansy stated then said “well you might as well have a seat, if we're going to be conversing.”
She motioned to the ground before her and seeing the man’s hesitation to take the offer she told him that she was not going to stand, so unless the offer offended his sensibilities that badly he should either take it or transfigure himself something.
This appeared to only aggravate the man, he glared down at her and his rather large nose flared slightly before he finally made his decision, which surprised Pansy as he opted to sit on the ground in front of her, rather stiffly and with caution, yet all the same on the ground.
“Pansy Parkinson” she introduced herself, thrusting out her hand to him.
“Severus Snape” the man replied shaking her hand.
“I know, and before you get yourself worked up, you should know that my mother, Mrs. Malfoy and Mrs. Greengrass have often spoken of you.”
“Really, and what have they to say about me?” he goaded, seemingly interested in what the witches had commented on.
“I'm not a gossip by nature, though I will tell you that they have very often remarked about how ugly you are” she informed him “though I must say that I feel it was a bit of an overreaction on their parts.”
“Oh, really,” Mr. Snape sneered “and am I supposed to assume that you think me handsome?”
“No, don't be silly,” she replied laughingly,“You're not handsome, at least not in a conventional sense but you're certainly not ugly.”
Mr. Snape's reaction caused her to wonder if perhaps he did think himself ugly. Pansy had noted with a bit of surprise that this statement seemed to give the man a bit of a shock, one that had taken him a moment to recover from. She had spoken the truth, or at least her perception of it and him, in regard to his appearance, this was certainly unexpected. Feeling rather uncomfortable about it she decided a change of subject might be for the best and proceeded to tell him exactly how she'd made Draco cry a river of tears.
The story seemed to break the ice that her comment on his looks had formed and though she saw that he tried not to be too amused at the fact that she'd called Draco a ninny when he began crying when she wouldn't let him have her book, Pansy could see the mirth in his eyes at the boys expense. She finished by telling him how she'd left the room, book in hand, and how Draco had stormed after her, still crying, and threw one of his shoes at her while she was on the steps.
“And that's how I ended up here” she said, motioning around her “quite peacefully reading until you arrived.”
“Well I do beg your pardon,” he sneered.
“You're forgiven,” she replied haughtily, knowing full well that his apology was insincere.
Mr. Snape's dark eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly and his head cocked to the side slightly, causing Pansy to shift under his intense scrutiny. When a look passed into his eyes that Pansy couldn't identify , she stared at him in open curiosity and slight confusion until he quite suddenly stood up with Pansy quickly following suit.
“Good day Miss Parkinson,” he stated quite abruptly, giving the young girl a slight bow.
Unwilling to let him have the last word Pansy shook herself from the slight stupor she'd fallen into andcocked her head to the right, in such a way that made it appear as though she were looking down her pug-like nose at him, despite the fact that he was several feet taller than her, and she smiled.
“You know Professor,” she began, “I believe we’ll get along quite charmingly over the coming years.”
Once again Mr. Snape’s large nose flared in irritation and his dark eyes narrowed as he grunted once before turning sharply on his heel and stalking out of sight.
“Quite charmingly indeed,” she murmured to herself as she watched his retreating figure before resuming her previous position and finding her place in her book.
By: Foxfire Glow
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Pansy Parkinson and Severus Snape
Word Count: 1141
Summary: A young Pansy Parkinson has an encounter with a certain Potions Professor in the Malfoy gardens.
Rating: General
Disclaimer: the Harry Potter series is the creative and legal property of J.K. Rowling.
Warning: Un-Beta'd.
In The Malfoy Gardens
Lying on her stomach, her legs swinging in the air, one elbow propping her head up while the other worked with her arm to hold the book she was reading upright, in the middle of a small clearing of apple trees was a eleven year old Pansy Parkinson. The trees, kept in perpetual blossom during the spring and summer months by a spell cast long before the current residents were even in the womb, billowed in the wind sending small white petals to the ground to settle around the child. She couldn't have cared less about them or anything else around her, except for following the adventures of the girl in the pages of her book.
However the sound of heavy footfalls coming closer to where she lay brought her gaze from the text written on the page to the eyes of a tall, dark wizard who had just invaded her sanctuary. Bothered by his appearance she greeted him politely, but coolly, and turned back to her book, hoping that he would leave and not report seeing her.
However he didn't leave.
Instead he broke the tranquil silence that had been blessing her and asked her what she was doing.
“I'm reading a book” she informed him, speaking to him as if he were a stupid child.
“I can see that” he ground out “I am curious as to why you are doing so out here instead of in the nursery with the other children.”
Clenching her teeth, as was her habit, she rolled over onto her side and sat up on her knees, sitting seiza, placing her hands in her lap, careful to keep her fists from clenching, she answered him.
“Firstly, sir, I'm eleven, I hardly think it necessary for me to be confined to the nursery any longer” she informed him, watching as he again lifted the same eyebrow, only this time in mild amusement and that followed with a smirk “Secondly Daphne threw me out after I made Draco cry, not that I would have stayed and listened to that brat.”
“You made Draco cry” the man drawled out.
“He does it often enough, it shouldn't come as a surprise to someone who is as close to the Malfoy family as you are,” Pansy stated.
“You are quite right, however I am curious to know how you are aware of my relations to the Malfoy's when I don't know who you are” the suspicion that laced his voice caused Pansy to roll her eyes.
“You're quite the curious fellow aren't you?” Pansy stated then said “well you might as well have a seat, if we're going to be conversing.”
She motioned to the ground before her and seeing the man’s hesitation to take the offer she told him that she was not going to stand, so unless the offer offended his sensibilities that badly he should either take it or transfigure himself something.
This appeared to only aggravate the man, he glared down at her and his rather large nose flared slightly before he finally made his decision, which surprised Pansy as he opted to sit on the ground in front of her, rather stiffly and with caution, yet all the same on the ground.
“Pansy Parkinson” she introduced herself, thrusting out her hand to him.
“Severus Snape” the man replied shaking her hand.
“I know, and before you get yourself worked up, you should know that my mother, Mrs. Malfoy and Mrs. Greengrass have often spoken of you.”
“Really, and what have they to say about me?” he goaded, seemingly interested in what the witches had commented on.
“I'm not a gossip by nature, though I will tell you that they have very often remarked about how ugly you are” she informed him “though I must say that I feel it was a bit of an overreaction on their parts.”
“Oh, really,” Mr. Snape sneered “and am I supposed to assume that you think me handsome?”
“No, don't be silly,” she replied laughingly,“You're not handsome, at least not in a conventional sense but you're certainly not ugly.”
Mr. Snape's reaction caused her to wonder if perhaps he did think himself ugly. Pansy had noted with a bit of surprise that this statement seemed to give the man a bit of a shock, one that had taken him a moment to recover from. She had spoken the truth, or at least her perception of it and him, in regard to his appearance, this was certainly unexpected. Feeling rather uncomfortable about it she decided a change of subject might be for the best and proceeded to tell him exactly how she'd made Draco cry a river of tears.
The story seemed to break the ice that her comment on his looks had formed and though she saw that he tried not to be too amused at the fact that she'd called Draco a ninny when he began crying when she wouldn't let him have her book, Pansy could see the mirth in his eyes at the boys expense. She finished by telling him how she'd left the room, book in hand, and how Draco had stormed after her, still crying, and threw one of his shoes at her while she was on the steps.
“And that's how I ended up here” she said, motioning around her “quite peacefully reading until you arrived.”
“Well I do beg your pardon,” he sneered.
“You're forgiven,” she replied haughtily, knowing full well that his apology was insincere.
Mr. Snape's dark eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly and his head cocked to the side slightly, causing Pansy to shift under his intense scrutiny. When a look passed into his eyes that Pansy couldn't identify , she stared at him in open curiosity and slight confusion until he quite suddenly stood up with Pansy quickly following suit.
“Good day Miss Parkinson,” he stated quite abruptly, giving the young girl a slight bow.
Unwilling to let him have the last word Pansy shook herself from the slight stupor she'd fallen into andcocked her head to the right, in such a way that made it appear as though she were looking down her pug-like nose at him, despite the fact that he was several feet taller than her, and she smiled.
“You know Professor,” she began, “I believe we’ll get along quite charmingly over the coming years.”
Once again Mr. Snape’s large nose flared in irritation and his dark eyes narrowed as he grunted once before turning sharply on his heel and stalking out of sight.
“Quite charmingly indeed,” she murmured to herself as she watched his retreating figure before resuming her previous position and finding her place in her book.