Perfect Marks, Part 1
Title: Perfect Marks, Part 1
Rating: PG?
Word Count:Together 2000 +
Warnings: None
Summary:She paused in her writing and looked at him, her brows knitting together. She shrugged and put a period at the end of her sentence and stated, “Well, with the fiasco of last year, I had nothing. No NEWTs, no letters of recommendation, and definitely no friends.”
Disclaimer:This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
A/N: ...... Yay? -waves a little flag-
Harry approached her cautiously like she was a wild animal. In his eyes, she almost was. “So we’re supposed to write this paper together by the end of the week.”
Shrugging her pale shoulders, Pansy Parkinson looked down at her Transfiguration book and said, “Seems so.”
He sat down in the vacant chair and tapped his fingers on the library’s table top. “You don’t have to help if you don’t want to.” Harry cracked open a book on theory and thumbed through the dog eared pages.
He could almost hear the sneer in her voice as she spoke to him from across the small desk. “This is my assignment too, Potter, and I’m not going to let you take credit for it, especially when I know I get better marks in this subject than you.” She snapped her book open and let it crash against the wooden table.
Muttering under his breath, Harry shook his head. “Don’t need to be a royal cow about it.”
“Of course I do.” Pansy pursed her lips and caught his eyes before letting a small smirk cross her lips.
Harry ran a hand through his hair and let out a short bark of laughter, “You’re barmy.”
“No more so than you.” She tapped her lips with a pale pink varnished nail before Harry watched her look at him again with curiosity. “Why’d you come back? You could have had anything after what happened in the spring.”
He shrugged and leaned back in the chair. “That’s really it.”
“Anything?” She rose a dark brow into her hair and Harry smiled as she flipped to another page letting the subject go.
It was later in the week, the scroll almost three quarters of the way written before Harry asked, “Why’d you come back? You actually were here for most of the year. You weren’t required to come back.”
She paused in her writing and looked at him, her brows knitting together. She shrugged and put a period at the end of her sentence and stated, “Well, with the fiasco of last year, I had nothing. No NEWTs, no letters of recommendation, and definitely no friends.”
Harry threaded his fingers together and rested his arms behind his head before he kicked back in his chair and surveyed the Slytherin. “So why’d you say it?”
She thought for a moment before placing the quill down and sitting back. “Slytherin’s, Potter, we might be cunning, ambitious, and resourceful, but we hold ourselves accountable above everything else.”
“Self preservation.” Harry nodded and looked down at his paper, “So you didn’t think a seventeen year old kid could defeat the greatest dark wizard of all time.”
He heard her shift in her seat before she replied, “Honestly? I was surprised that anyone did.” There was a long pause before she continued, “But I was proved wrong, and now I’m being ostracized, and I might just believe that I deserve it.”
Looking up and narrowing his dark green eyes, Harry shook his head before slapping his hands on the paper in front of him. “I’ve seen the way that everyone, even your housemates, treat you. You made a mistake, a lot of people made mistakes during this war, myself included.” His eyes searched hers before he ended with, “As long as you don’t have a Dark Mark on your arm, then you’re ok in my book.” She said nothing as Harry watched her pick up her quill and began transcribing the rest of the work onto the parchment.
Harry sat in the back of the Transfiguration class on Monday with his half of the project. He had hand drawn the tutorials, and had revised the scroll one last time before he had handed it off to Parkinson last night to transcribe it onto the final piece of parchment. His eyes lit up as she walked into the class room, her white blouse’s sleeves rolled up above her bare, pale elbows, her tie slightly askew underneath her black and green vest, and a small smudge of ink across her cheek.
She stood in front of her desk and looked at Harry disdainfully, “What are you so bloody happy about Potter? Miss Weasley finally give it all up then?”
Looking up at her, Harry said, “You know, Parkinson, you have a smudge of ink down the side of your face.”
Blinking her blue eyes slowly, she said, “I know.” Pansy dropped the scroll onto the desk and sat next to him. “I felt like being a little bit savage today.”
“Truth?”
“I fell asleep on my non-vanishing ink.” Harry watched as a smiled spread across her face. “And I woke up too late to grab an actual bath, so I just ran here from my room.”
“I like it.” Harry let a grin cross his face before the teacher walked into the room and called the class to attention.
~
Looking at the rubric in front of him, Harry said, “Full marks.” He blinked and looked at the Slytherin sitting across from him at the Three Broomsticks filing her nails. “I don’t think I’ve ever made full marks in Transfigurations. I don’t even think I’ve ever done any extra credit work in Transfigurations.”
Pansy shrugged her shoulders and said, “Welcome to my world, Potter.”
“You are so full of yourself.” Harry shook his head and sat back in his chair and looked at the student filing her nails.
“You are just realizing this after eight years?” She blinked and slid her file into her dragon hide purse. “Are you going to drink that?” She motioned to the pint of lager in front of him and Harry shook his head. “Good.” She grabbed it and took a long swing from it.
“Now you’re taking my drinks?” Harry laughed and waved the waitress over to get another pint.
Harry watched her put the rest of the pint back before she slapped it onto the table. “Man up, Potter.”
“So, what are we going to work on for Charms?” He took a swig of his newly acquired lager and smiled.
“You’re girlfriend is going to let you spend this much time with me?” She smirked and pulled out a bottle of silver varnish before starting to unscrew it, avoiding his question all together.
Harry scratched his stubbled chin and looked across the room to where Ginny was sitting with Dean, Seamus, Luna, and Neville. “Well…..”
“Give me your hand.” Pansy snatched his scratching hand and started to apply the varnish to his finger tips. Harry switched his view from Ginny to Pansy and stared at the oozing liquid that was pooling on his nails like mercury.
“Are you putting that poncy stuff on me?”
“Of course I am.”
“Oh alright.” He looked back at Ginny and said with a shrug, “We’re not together. After the summer, it was too intense for me. And the fact that Ron isn’t ready to admit that his sister is growing up and can make her own decisions was part of it too.” Harry bit his lips and watched as Pansy blew on the drying paint on the three left most fingers. “She’s great, but I don’t want to be tied down, you know?”
“I know too well.” She twisted the cap and slipped it back into her bag. Harry looked at her and he saw her smile, “Hence why Terrence Higgs and I aren’t with one another anymore.” He watched as she looked at the ceiling and said, “Oh and there is the fact that he is lying, cheating scum.”
Shrugging his shoulders and agreeing, Harry said, “Well, that could be a factor too.” He laughed slightly and heard her give off a sound that was almost laugh like. “Man up!” Harry laughed louder before he put back his pint.
~
Harry looked at his best friends and rose his brows, “So you are saying that I’m not allowed to work on school projects with her?” He held his hand up for silence from Hermione. “You’re more or less grounding me from working on school projects with her, or going to the Three Broomsticks, or studying with her.”
“Well….” Hermione looked at Ron and said, “Help me, Ronald.”
Ron looked at his friend and sat on the couch next to him. “Mate, I wouldn’t tell you this if I didn’t care.” He took Harry’s hands in his and went on. “Pansy Parkinson is trouble. I don’t want my best mate in the bog because of some witch.” He looked at Hermione and said, “Earmuffs, Hermione.”
She rolled her eyes and sat on Harry’s other side. “What he’s trying to say, Harry, is that you need to be careful.”
Looking at his friends, Harry chewed on his lip. “You guys are unbelievable.” He looked at Hermione and then at Ron before stating, “It’s my life, guys. I’m young, and I’m going to do what I want.”
Rating: PG?
Word Count:Together 2000 +
Warnings: None
Summary:She paused in her writing and looked at him, her brows knitting together. She shrugged and put a period at the end of her sentence and stated, “Well, with the fiasco of last year, I had nothing. No NEWTs, no letters of recommendation, and definitely no friends.”
Disclaimer:This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
A/N: ...... Yay? -waves a little flag-
Harry approached her cautiously like she was a wild animal. In his eyes, she almost was. “So we’re supposed to write this paper together by the end of the week.”
Shrugging her pale shoulders, Pansy Parkinson looked down at her Transfiguration book and said, “Seems so.”
He sat down in the vacant chair and tapped his fingers on the library’s table top. “You don’t have to help if you don’t want to.” Harry cracked open a book on theory and thumbed through the dog eared pages.
He could almost hear the sneer in her voice as she spoke to him from across the small desk. “This is my assignment too, Potter, and I’m not going to let you take credit for it, especially when I know I get better marks in this subject than you.” She snapped her book open and let it crash against the wooden table.
Muttering under his breath, Harry shook his head. “Don’t need to be a royal cow about it.”
“Of course I do.” Pansy pursed her lips and caught his eyes before letting a small smirk cross her lips.
Harry ran a hand through his hair and let out a short bark of laughter, “You’re barmy.”
“No more so than you.” She tapped her lips with a pale pink varnished nail before Harry watched her look at him again with curiosity. “Why’d you come back? You could have had anything after what happened in the spring.”
He shrugged and leaned back in the chair. “That’s really it.”
“Anything?” She rose a dark brow into her hair and Harry smiled as she flipped to another page letting the subject go.
It was later in the week, the scroll almost three quarters of the way written before Harry asked, “Why’d you come back? You actually were here for most of the year. You weren’t required to come back.”
She paused in her writing and looked at him, her brows knitting together. She shrugged and put a period at the end of her sentence and stated, “Well, with the fiasco of last year, I had nothing. No NEWTs, no letters of recommendation, and definitely no friends.”
Harry threaded his fingers together and rested his arms behind his head before he kicked back in his chair and surveyed the Slytherin. “So why’d you say it?”
She thought for a moment before placing the quill down and sitting back. “Slytherin’s, Potter, we might be cunning, ambitious, and resourceful, but we hold ourselves accountable above everything else.”
“Self preservation.” Harry nodded and looked down at his paper, “So you didn’t think a seventeen year old kid could defeat the greatest dark wizard of all time.”
He heard her shift in her seat before she replied, “Honestly? I was surprised that anyone did.” There was a long pause before she continued, “But I was proved wrong, and now I’m being ostracized, and I might just believe that I deserve it.”
Looking up and narrowing his dark green eyes, Harry shook his head before slapping his hands on the paper in front of him. “I’ve seen the way that everyone, even your housemates, treat you. You made a mistake, a lot of people made mistakes during this war, myself included.” His eyes searched hers before he ended with, “As long as you don’t have a Dark Mark on your arm, then you’re ok in my book.” She said nothing as Harry watched her pick up her quill and began transcribing the rest of the work onto the parchment.
Harry sat in the back of the Transfiguration class on Monday with his half of the project. He had hand drawn the tutorials, and had revised the scroll one last time before he had handed it off to Parkinson last night to transcribe it onto the final piece of parchment. His eyes lit up as she walked into the class room, her white blouse’s sleeves rolled up above her bare, pale elbows, her tie slightly askew underneath her black and green vest, and a small smudge of ink across her cheek.
She stood in front of her desk and looked at Harry disdainfully, “What are you so bloody happy about Potter? Miss Weasley finally give it all up then?”
Looking up at her, Harry said, “You know, Parkinson, you have a smudge of ink down the side of your face.”
Blinking her blue eyes slowly, she said, “I know.” Pansy dropped the scroll onto the desk and sat next to him. “I felt like being a little bit savage today.”
“Truth?”
“I fell asleep on my non-vanishing ink.” Harry watched as a smiled spread across her face. “And I woke up too late to grab an actual bath, so I just ran here from my room.”
“I like it.” Harry let a grin cross his face before the teacher walked into the room and called the class to attention.
~
Looking at the rubric in front of him, Harry said, “Full marks.” He blinked and looked at the Slytherin sitting across from him at the Three Broomsticks filing her nails. “I don’t think I’ve ever made full marks in Transfigurations. I don’t even think I’ve ever done any extra credit work in Transfigurations.”
Pansy shrugged her shoulders and said, “Welcome to my world, Potter.”
“You are so full of yourself.” Harry shook his head and sat back in his chair and looked at the student filing her nails.
“You are just realizing this after eight years?” She blinked and slid her file into her dragon hide purse. “Are you going to drink that?” She motioned to the pint of lager in front of him and Harry shook his head. “Good.” She grabbed it and took a long swing from it.
“Now you’re taking my drinks?” Harry laughed and waved the waitress over to get another pint.
Harry watched her put the rest of the pint back before she slapped it onto the table. “Man up, Potter.”
“So, what are we going to work on for Charms?” He took a swig of his newly acquired lager and smiled.
“You’re girlfriend is going to let you spend this much time with me?” She smirked and pulled out a bottle of silver varnish before starting to unscrew it, avoiding his question all together.
Harry scratched his stubbled chin and looked across the room to where Ginny was sitting with Dean, Seamus, Luna, and Neville. “Well…..”
“Give me your hand.” Pansy snatched his scratching hand and started to apply the varnish to his finger tips. Harry switched his view from Ginny to Pansy and stared at the oozing liquid that was pooling on his nails like mercury.
“Are you putting that poncy stuff on me?”
“Of course I am.”
“Oh alright.” He looked back at Ginny and said with a shrug, “We’re not together. After the summer, it was too intense for me. And the fact that Ron isn’t ready to admit that his sister is growing up and can make her own decisions was part of it too.” Harry bit his lips and watched as Pansy blew on the drying paint on the three left most fingers. “She’s great, but I don’t want to be tied down, you know?”
“I know too well.” She twisted the cap and slipped it back into her bag. Harry looked at her and he saw her smile, “Hence why Terrence Higgs and I aren’t with one another anymore.” He watched as she looked at the ceiling and said, “Oh and there is the fact that he is lying, cheating scum.”
Shrugging his shoulders and agreeing, Harry said, “Well, that could be a factor too.” He laughed slightly and heard her give off a sound that was almost laugh like. “Man up!” Harry laughed louder before he put back his pint.
~
Harry looked at his best friends and rose his brows, “So you are saying that I’m not allowed to work on school projects with her?” He held his hand up for silence from Hermione. “You’re more or less grounding me from working on school projects with her, or going to the Three Broomsticks, or studying with her.”
“Well….” Hermione looked at Ron and said, “Help me, Ronald.”
Ron looked at his friend and sat on the couch next to him. “Mate, I wouldn’t tell you this if I didn’t care.” He took Harry’s hands in his and went on. “Pansy Parkinson is trouble. I don’t want my best mate in the bog because of some witch.” He looked at Hermione and said, “Earmuffs, Hermione.”
She rolled her eyes and sat on Harry’s other side. “What he’s trying to say, Harry, is that you need to be careful.”
Looking at his friends, Harry chewed on his lip. “You guys are unbelievable.” He looked at Hermione and then at Ron before stating, “It’s my life, guys. I’m young, and I’m going to do what I want.”