Turning into Pansy was the plan so he continued with it.He took down a gulp of potion left and was transformed into Pansy Parkinson again.Soon,he/she went to the Slytherin common room to meet up with Draco.
HARRY POV
As you were about to enter the common room,you heard someone behind.“Miss Parkinson, what are you doing at Hoghwarts in this hour? Shouldn't you be at Hogsmeade?" Percy Weasley asked, hands on his hips. He sounded like a male version of Molly Weasley, and Harry was seized by a sudden mad impulse to laugh. He managed not to, but it was close.
What’s it got to do with you, Weasley? Down here looking for a handout from some real wizards? As it’s not curfew yet, I suggest you go back to your muggle studies books,” Harry said, and felt unclean as he said it.
“You should show more respect to a Prefect, Parkinson. Twenty points from Slytherin, and get back to your common room,” Percy said.
“Nobody’s going to attack us, Weasley,” Draco Malfoy said, as he stepped around a corner.
“Be that as it may, Mr Malfoy - off to your common room before I take more points,” Percy said, a little flustered.Harry followed Malfoy as he walked off, and he heard him mutter something foul about blood traitors as he led him.
“Where have you been,Pansy?,I thought you went Hogsmeade" Draco said.
"How could I go if you didn't go?” Harry said, flicking his long black curls as he spoke. That was fun, Harry thought.
Draco slightly blushing told, “That Peter Weasley... what a suck-up. Thinks he’s going to catch the Heir of Slytherin single-handedly by skulking outside our common room,” Draco said.
“Good thing you came along and saved me when you did, Draco,” Harry said, trying his best to imitate Pansy’s sycophantic tone.
“I’m sure you’d have handled him, Pansy - pure blood - he’s just another one of those dirt poor blood traitors,” Draco said, uttering the password as they neared the concealed stone door. It opened to reveal a room very different from the Gryffindor common room. It was long and low, lit by hazy lanterns and a flickering fire. The green couches were immaculate leather, rather than the cozy-if battered cloth of the Gryffindor common room. “That reminds me, though - I have something to show that should make those points sting less. I’ll be back in a moment,” Draco said, walking towards the boy’s dormitories.
Harry sat down as he saw the titles on some of the books left lying around - ‘1001 Curses, Jinxes and Hexes’ and ‘Love Potions for the Beginning Witch’ were some of the milder ones. Harry made sure he sat properly - he was sure Pansy wouldn’t sit like he normally did. His skirt was still a little odd, but he had to keep from smiling too much - even though he had to pretend to be an awful person, being Pansy was surprisingly fun. Well, Harry thought, apart from having to talk to Draco Malfoy.
“Here it is - isn’t it hilarious?” Draco asked, holding out a Daily Prophet clipping. It was a story about Mr Weasley being fined fifty galleons for enchanting a car, and Harry felt guilt run through him at the story. Harry was quick enough to try his best impression of Pansy’s high, mocking laugh.
“That’s hilarious, Draco. Best news I’ve seen all week,” Harry said, hoping his fake smile matched the won Pansy usually wore.
“I’ve got some that’s even better,” Draco said as he leaned in. Harry found his obvious attempts to impress Pansy funny enough that not laughing was his biggest struggle. “My father says that not only are the attacks going to be reported soon but that they’re going to get worse - and then Dumbledore will get fired! Just think about - no Dumbledore, no mudbloods, and certainly no Weasleys,”
“It would be nice... sounds like your father knows a lot about what’s going on,” Harry said, trying to flatter Draco Malfoy, and not even the fun of being Pansy could make up for that.
“Maybe, but he doesn’t tell me much,” Draco said.
“Are you sure? You must know something...” Harry said. Really, he thought, this was way too easy. Pretending to be Pansy was a way better plan than pretending as anybody else.
“I’ve told you everything I know, Pansy. I wish I knew who the Heir was - I’d help them! But Father just says to keep my head down and let the Heir. Hopefully, he gets the Granger mudblood next. Merlin, I hope she’s the one who dies!” Draco said.
“The one who dies?” Harry asked, shocked that Malfoy wasn’t the Heir.
“Weren’t you listening to me the last time, Pansy? The last time the chamber was opened, fifty years ago, a mudblood died! My father wouldn’t say who did it, but he did tell me something interesting - the Heir managed to frame that oaf Hagrid and never got caught. Maybe he’s going to make Potter take the blame this time - wouldn’t it be grand to see Saint Potter, friend to the Mudbloods, get carted off to Azkaban?” Draco asked.
“Azkaban?” Harry asked dimly.
“The wizard prison? Are you feeling alright, Pansy?” Draco asked.
“I think I’ve got a bit of a headache,” Harry lied.
“Not surprising after dealing with that Weasley blood traitor. Merlin, those types are almost worse than mudbloods - did I tell you the Ministry raided our manor last week? If they’d have found Father’s real collection we might have been in trouble, but of course, they didn’t know about the Malfoy’s own secret chamber - right under our drawing-room,” Draco said with a grin.
“I think you did... my headache’s getting worse. I think I’m going to go to the Hospital Wing,” Harry said.He has gotten what he needed from Draco - even if it wasn’t what he wanted. It was time to leave because Harry did not want Draco Malfoy to see him wearing a girl’s uniform in the middle of the Slytherin common room. In fact, Harry was fairly certain he’d had that nightmare once or twice.
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