Challenge 68: Prompt Lottery (Deatheater, gillyweed, Defense Against the Dark Arts)
Title: Untitled
Rating/Warnings: PG, thars kissing and mention of a barechested Cormac (Try not to swoon)
Characters/Pairing: Pansy Parkinson/Cormac McLaggen
Summary: Pansy is home for the Christmas Holidays of her last year at Hogwarts and is trying to study with the help of her secret boyfriend Cormac, their relationship is difficult because they are starcrossed lovers from different houses~, even though Cormac doesn't even got to Hogwarts anymore, and Pansy may possibly be involved with Draco and the Deatheaters in some way but we just don't know.
Word Count: 920
Author's Notes: My prompts from the prompt lottery were: Deatheater, gillyweed, Defense Against the Dark Arts
Registered purchases?: Yes, both are registered
“And what is this Pans?” Cormac moaned, grabbing at her arm. “A bandage? And what the hell could you have done to your left forearm?” Pansy quickly pulled her arm away, yanking the bandage so it covered her whole arm.
“I don't know what you're talking about, Cormac. Can you concentrate please? This is very complicated.”
She smoothed her robe arm back down over her arm and picked up a small tub with GILLYWEED scrawled on it in marker pen. Emptying it out into the golden cauldron in front of her, she began to count her stirs, adjusting the heat under it. Cormac was sulking doodling Quidditch plays on her notebook and glancing at her arm occasionally.
“Seriously, Cormac, if you're not going to help, just go home. I didn't just ask you here to watch me-”
“But I enjoy it so,” He drawled, cutting her off. She shot him a death glare and continued.
“If I don't pass my Potions N.E.W.T, I am screwed. And Slughorn totally hates me. You aced yours, so put the damn quill down and tell me WHY MY POTION IS GREEN!”
Cormac sighed and peered into her cauldron. The potion that should be a bright reddy brown, was a smoking, yellowy green and smelled like a sweaty shoe. Poking at the empty jars she had discarded while making the potion he picked up the last she had used, the gillyweed.
“Yeah, Pans my sweet, you put in gillyweed.” She looked at him impatiently and shaking her hand to signal that he should hurry up explaining, before she got even angrier. He sighed and picked up a jar of what looked like sticks, “You should have used these, gilatwigs.”
Pansy let out a growl that sounded like a lion, getting louder and louder until she was screaming at the top of her voice, snatched the jar out of Cormac's hand and slammed it on the side.
“Just start again,” Cormac ventured, flinching away from her a little, lest she take out her anger on him. “It's fine, I'll pay more attention this time, I swear.” He put his arm around her shoulders, stroking her hair, attempting to soothe her.
“I can't,” She whined, the scream having knocked all the energy out of her. “I've run out of knotgrass and the shops are closed now until Tuesday.”
“It's 4pm, if I pop to Diagon Alley now and grab you some more, it'll be fine. They don't close until half past four!” He said, jauntily, trying to cheer up. Leaning over and kissing her softly, he apparated out in front of her before she could say another word.
Pansy shook her head, throwing aside her Potions textbook and picking up her Defense Against the Dark Arts book. How could it be, only one term into her final year at Hogwarts and she was already failing all her subjects except Tranfiguration. She used to be good at Defense Against the Dark Arts, passing her exam with flying colours at the end of the last year. Then that whole thing with Draco... it had shaken her confidence.
She absent-mindedly played with the fraying edge of her old robes, pulling them up over her bandage and poking her arm, wincing at the pain, then pulling the sleeve back over her arm, trying not to remember how she had got in this situation in the first place. She snuggledfurther into her robes and leant back against the bed post. They were her favourite ones, so comfy, she would always wear them around the house. A lot of wizards her age wore muggle clothing in the holidays, but not her. She hadn't, ever since she was a child, it just wasn't what her family, or most pure blood families, did. Cormac did. He was a pure blood, of course, but his family were a little progressive. Her mother would never approve of him, not only was he older, already having left Hogwarts last year, but he was a Gryffindor, and his father was a known blood-traitor. It wasn't that she was ready to be best friends with Cormac's father, but she knew it wasn't Cormac's fault, he could control his father. Luckily, her mother wasn't here this Christmas, yet again, and her doddering old father was too gaga to ever realise that she had a boy in her room anyway.
Pansy let the Defense Against the Dark Arts book fall from her hand and closed her eyes, half asleep, remembering that morning. Waking up in her huge, four-poster bed, turning and seeing her gorgeous, secret, boyfriend's bare chest, leaning over him and kissing him awake. If she could wake up like that every morning for the rest of her life, she would be happy. She wished she could stay at home; another term at Hogwarts, trapped with the falling apart Draco, no longer able to lead their group of Slytherins, let alone the whole school. He was not helpful at all, and she found herself doing both his jobs and hers as Head Girl. All Draco did was wear his badge and mope around, yelling at first years. She dreaded going back there, why couldn't she just stay at home, snuggled up in her bed with Cormac, everything she needed was there, she'd never have to, or want to leave.
Drifting off to sleep with that happy fantasy in her head, she waited patiently for her love to return, she still had a week left to enjoy his company, and she didn't want to waste another moment on potions practice.
Points Total: 18.4+10: 28 points
Rating/Warnings: PG, thars kissing and mention of a barechested Cormac (Try not to swoon)
Characters/Pairing: Pansy Parkinson/Cormac McLaggen
Summary: Pansy is home for the Christmas Holidays of her last year at Hogwarts and is trying to study with the help of her secret boyfriend Cormac, their relationship is difficult because they are starcrossed lovers from different houses~, even though Cormac doesn't even got to Hogwarts anymore, and Pansy may possibly be involved with Draco and the Deatheaters in some way but we just don't know.
Word Count: 920
Author's Notes: My prompts from the prompt lottery were: Deatheater, gillyweed, Defense Against the Dark Arts
Registered purchases?: Yes, both are registered
“And what is this Pans?” Cormac moaned, grabbing at her arm. “A bandage? And what the hell could you have done to your left forearm?” Pansy quickly pulled her arm away, yanking the bandage so it covered her whole arm.
“I don't know what you're talking about, Cormac. Can you concentrate please? This is very complicated.”
She smoothed her robe arm back down over her arm and picked up a small tub with GILLYWEED scrawled on it in marker pen. Emptying it out into the golden cauldron in front of her, she began to count her stirs, adjusting the heat under it. Cormac was sulking doodling Quidditch plays on her notebook and glancing at her arm occasionally.
“Seriously, Cormac, if you're not going to help, just go home. I didn't just ask you here to watch me-”
“But I enjoy it so,” He drawled, cutting her off. She shot him a death glare and continued.
“If I don't pass my Potions N.E.W.T, I am screwed. And Slughorn totally hates me. You aced yours, so put the damn quill down and tell me WHY MY POTION IS GREEN!”
Cormac sighed and peered into her cauldron. The potion that should be a bright reddy brown, was a smoking, yellowy green and smelled like a sweaty shoe. Poking at the empty jars she had discarded while making the potion he picked up the last she had used, the gillyweed.
“Yeah, Pans my sweet, you put in gillyweed.” She looked at him impatiently and shaking her hand to signal that he should hurry up explaining, before she got even angrier. He sighed and picked up a jar of what looked like sticks, “You should have used these, gilatwigs.”
Pansy let out a growl that sounded like a lion, getting louder and louder until she was screaming at the top of her voice, snatched the jar out of Cormac's hand and slammed it on the side.
“Just start again,” Cormac ventured, flinching away from her a little, lest she take out her anger on him. “It's fine, I'll pay more attention this time, I swear.” He put his arm around her shoulders, stroking her hair, attempting to soothe her.
“I can't,” She whined, the scream having knocked all the energy out of her. “I've run out of knotgrass and the shops are closed now until Tuesday.”
“It's 4pm, if I pop to Diagon Alley now and grab you some more, it'll be fine. They don't close until half past four!” He said, jauntily, trying to cheer up. Leaning over and kissing her softly, he apparated out in front of her before she could say another word.
Pansy shook her head, throwing aside her Potions textbook and picking up her Defense Against the Dark Arts book. How could it be, only one term into her final year at Hogwarts and she was already failing all her subjects except Tranfiguration. She used to be good at Defense Against the Dark Arts, passing her exam with flying colours at the end of the last year. Then that whole thing with Draco... it had shaken her confidence.
She absent-mindedly played with the fraying edge of her old robes, pulling them up over her bandage and poking her arm, wincing at the pain, then pulling the sleeve back over her arm, trying not to remember how she had got in this situation in the first place. She snuggledfurther into her robes and leant back against the bed post. They were her favourite ones, so comfy, she would always wear them around the house. A lot of wizards her age wore muggle clothing in the holidays, but not her. She hadn't, ever since she was a child, it just wasn't what her family, or most pure blood families, did. Cormac did. He was a pure blood, of course, but his family were a little progressive. Her mother would never approve of him, not only was he older, already having left Hogwarts last year, but he was a Gryffindor, and his father was a known blood-traitor. It wasn't that she was ready to be best friends with Cormac's father, but she knew it wasn't Cormac's fault, he could control his father. Luckily, her mother wasn't here this Christmas, yet again, and her doddering old father was too gaga to ever realise that she had a boy in her room anyway.
Pansy let the Defense Against the Dark Arts book fall from her hand and closed her eyes, half asleep, remembering that morning. Waking up in her huge, four-poster bed, turning and seeing her gorgeous, secret, boyfriend's bare chest, leaning over him and kissing him awake. If she could wake up like that every morning for the rest of her life, she would be happy. She wished she could stay at home; another term at Hogwarts, trapped with the falling apart Draco, no longer able to lead their group of Slytherins, let alone the whole school. He was not helpful at all, and she found herself doing both his jobs and hers as Head Girl. All Draco did was wear his badge and mope around, yelling at first years. She dreaded going back there, why couldn't she just stay at home, snuggled up in her bed with Cormac, everything she needed was there, she'd never have to, or want to leave.
Drifting off to sleep with that happy fantasy in her head, she waited patiently for her love to return, she still had a week left to enjoy his company, and she didn't want to waste another moment on potions practice.
Points Total: 18.4+10: 28 points