Redbeargrl's Cave

The Education of Pansy Parkinson
By
Redbeargrl

Pansy Parkinson awoke with several things that she didn’t have when she went to bed the night before.  Two she knew about straight away, others she had yet to discover.

It was very early on a Saturday morning in the Slytherin girl’s dormitory when Pansy slowly opened her eyes.  The sour breath and the pounding headache told her that this might not be the greatest day of her young life.  On the other hand, she was a Prefect and on the Inquisitorial Squad and that made up for many other bad things in her life.  She loved being on the Squad.  She loved the power it gave her and she loved seeing the fear in the other student’s eyes when they saw her with her shiny silver “I” badge. Being able to take points from the other Houses was her greatest joy.

She especially loved it when she could take points from Gryffindors like that know-it-all, Hermione Granger and her friend Ginny Weasley or most certainly, that crazy Ravenclaw, Luna Lovegood.  Of course points weren’t the only things she enjoyed taking from Luna.  Hidden under her bed, Pansy had quite a collection of Luna’s things that she had either nicked personally or had forced other students to nick for her.  She absolutely loathed Luna. Pansy hated anything that wasn’t normal, but in her world, the definition of normal was a very limited one, and it most certainly did not involve a girl who wore vegetables for earrings or Butterbeer corks for necklaces.

However, what drove her to the most insane rage about Luna was that Luna wouldn’t fight back.  Hermione would always have something pithy come back, most of which Pansy didn’t understand, and Ginny would always get that feral look in her eyes like she was about to attack.   Luna though,  would just smile that little dreamy smile that drove Pansy to the verge of rage.  No matter what she nicked from Luna it never seemed to upset her.  Pansy had made it her personal goal to make her life such a living hell, that eventually Luna would have to show some “human” emotion.

Pansy didn’t understand Ravenclaws.

Pansy’s stomach did a flip, and then a flop, and this convinced her to leave the comfort of her bed and head for the loo even though it was not yet light.  She slid out from between her favorite black satin sheets, stuck her cold feet into her black patent leather slippers and donned her heavy black silk dressing gown.  Pansy had a simple taste in clothing.  She reckoned, that if everything she owned was black, she could never make a fashion faux pas.  She shuddered in revulsion as she remembered that frilly pale pink dress robes she had to wear to the Yule Ball because Draco insisted she wear it.  Draco liked pink.  Pansy loathed it.  Deep in her heart she suspected that Draco might be a bit of a Nancy but she would never admit it to anyone. Even when Draco did seem to pay a little too much attention to her black lace knickers, whether she was in them or not. 

Pansy took up her toilet articles and makeup kit and made for the girls’ bathroom down the hall from her dorm room.  The rumbling in her stomach and the pounding in her head made the short distance seem incredibly long.  The feeble light from the torches set into the hallway walls made her head hurt more so she squinted through half closed eyes as she stumbled down the flagstone lined corridor. As bad as the short trip was, she was glad that she hadn’t tried to make it to the Prefects bathroom on the fifth floor. Her stomach had warned her to go now, and she wasn’t in the mood to argue with it.

She reached for the doorknob on the girl’s loo when it was suddenly opened by another figure coming out. 

“Morning Parkinson.  New look eh?”  The sarcastic tone wasn’t lost on Pansy.

“Sod off Bulstrode,” muttered Pansy through clenched teeth.

Normally she gave Millicent a wide berth.  She wasn’t particularly fond of her and was always aware of Millicent’s quick temper and shear size.  On this morning however, her pressing need to find a toilet, and quickly, made her a little less wary of Millicent’s ham like fists.

As she found an empty stall she could hear Bulstrode mumble something about her being a “Fucking Wanker” and just had time enough to lock the stall door before hurling her stomach and intestines into the bowl.  At least that’s what it felt like to her.  As she knelt on the cold stone floor before the Porcelain God she took a silent vow of no more Tequila shots.  At least for awhile anyway. But then, she had made this same pledge on many Saturday mornings after the weekly Friday night meeting of the All Slytherin Girls Friday Night Strip Poker and Drinking Society party that was held in one of the unused dungeons.  Pansy was very good at poker but a lousy drinker. 

The only thing Pansy had to be thankful for at the moment was that Millicent was not a poker player.  The thought of having to look at Millicent Bulstrode in the nude just made her retching worse.  A glimpse of Millicent exiting her shower many months ago had scared Pansy for life.  Merlin’s balls, she had thought, the woman has hair on her…  Pansy pushed the ugly memory from her mind.  She really didn’t want to go there just now.  Or ever again, actually.

Finally, she emerged from the stall, bleary-eyed and with the feeling that she had just licked a Dragon’s arse.  She went to the row of sinks and splashed several handfuls of cold water on her face, rinsed her mouth and spat. She was beginning to feel almost human again.  Then she looked into the mirror over the sink. 

She let out a yelp when she finally started to notice the other things.  Her thick short black hair was gone.  Well not gone, gone. It just wasn’t black any more. She pawed at the roots trying to see if somebody had managed to dye her hair flaming red during the night while she was passed out from the Tequila. Nope, not dyed, there were no signs of black roots to be found. 

“Shit!” she yelled at the mirror.  “I look like that Weasley bitch!” 

She almost stormed out of the bathroom to wreck havoc on Ginny when she realized that only a Slytherin could get into their dormitory so it couldn’t possibly have been her.  Then she noticed the dressing gown.  This caused another yelp.

Her favorite heavy black silk dressing gown was no longer, black, nor silk. It was baby ass pink and covered in little furry blue bunnies.  She wanted to puke all over again.  She stood at the sink and slowly counted to ten and looked again at her dressing gown.  Nope, still pink and still bunnies.

“What sodding next?” she murmured aloud. 

She heard a sound behind her and saw Daphne enter the room.  “Morning,” mumbled Daphne as she tried to imagine who in Slytherin House had red hair.  It took her a second to recognize Pansy.  She tried to hold back the laughter but the sight of a dejected Pansy was just too ludicrous to ignore.  “Uh, Hi Parkinson.  New look?”

“Sod off Greengrass,” snarled Pansy with a lip curl.  She snatched up her things and strode off to the shower room with all of the dignity that she could still muster.  Sadly, it wasn’t much by this time.

She hung her new bunny gown on a hook and kicked off her new bunny slippers, “Why am I not surprised?” she asked the uncaring universe, and turned to the nearest mirror to see if maybe, hopefully, it had just been the Tequila playing tricks on her. 

“Oh...Bugger,” was all she could manage when she saw the tattoo, Pansy Loves Millicent, decorating the milk white skin across the top of her left breast.  She felt a low roll in her stomach at the thought. Then she noticed that her collar and cuffs now matched.  Her neatly trimmed pubic hair now shone with the same brilliant red as the mop on her head. 

I will have somebody’s nuts on a stick for this, she thought as she dashed into a shower stall.  She suddenly felt a great need for great quantities of hot water and strong soap and perhaps a brush made of barbed wire.  Pansy eschewed her favorite hand made imported soap for some school issue stuff that smelled like it was more suited to pot walloping than for use on human skin, or perhaps dragon hide as well.  The stuff smelled vile and felt as though it had rocks embedded in it.  She didn’t care and just continued to wash her hair and the tattoo over and over again until the pain of the hot water on her raw skin drove her from the shower.

She stood naked and dripping in front of the mirror to see if any of her ministrations had had any affect.  The tattoo looked as bright as before, but she did notice that her hair now had a lovely shine and a delightful new body and bounce to it. She was not pleased. She grabbed her new bunny robe and slippers and threw them on as she left the shower room as fast as she could.

It was hard for the other girls not to notice her as she tried to sneak out of the room and soon she heard titters of laughter ringing in her ears.

“If I hear one more sound out of any you Bitches,” she screamed, “I swear by Merlin’s hairy ball sack I’ll have your guts for my breakfast!”  Pansy had moved way beyond subtle by now.  Needless to say, the laughter died.  Almost.  She let out a great bellow of inarticulate rage as she slammed the door behind her and fled back to the sanctity of her bed with its welcome curtains.

She spent the rest of the day within the confines of her bed curtains with every spell book she possessed, desperately looking for a counter spell to at least restore her hair back to its natural color. She tried one spell after another and each one was a more spectacular failure than the one before.  Her hair was now streaked with every color of the rainbow and Pansy was growing desperate.  She took a pair of scissors from her night-stand and started cutting. 

Thirty minutes later her hair was shorter than most of the male students at Hogwarts, but the varied colors were still noticeable.  Suddenly she remembered that she had a tin of boot black in her trunk.  A few minutes later she stood before her mirror and combed her short blackened hair in an imitation of Draco’s style.

“Pretty damn butch,” she muttered. However, it was nearly dinnertime and she was starving. She rushed to her wardrobe and opened the drawer where she kept all of her silk black lace knickers and bras.  Her mouth moved up and down but no words came out as she stared in disbelief at what she saw there.  There was neither black lace nor silk to be found.  The drawer was filled with cheap white cotton undergarments, the kind that her grandmother would have worn.

“Oh...just...fuck me,” she murmured.  Seeing little choice, she took a pair of the high waist white knickers and tried to put them on.  She found that they were about two sizes too small.  The bras offered no better fit and the damn things itched like crazy.  She was faced with either, pulling her knickers out of her crack and scratching at her tits all night, or going commando.  She chose commando. 

She moved to her wardrobe and hesitated for a bit until she gathered enough nerve to open the doors.  “Fuck… me…sideways!” she screamed when she saw what lay within.  All of her beautiful black clothes were now in various pale pastels with a heavy emphasis on pink.  She snatched at the darkest pair of jeans she could find and slipped them on.  At least they fit even if they were pale lavender. She tried on several formerly black blouses until she found one that she thought might at least not clash too badly with her jeans. 

She had another shock when she reached down for one of her many pairs of black leather hand made Italian boots.  There weren’t any.  In their place were several pairs of canvas trainers, mostly white and a few pair in pastels.  She gritted her teeth and chose white.  She finally breathed a sigh of relief when she discovered that her school robes were still black and normal looking.  She yanked one from its hanger and affixed both her precious “I’ badge and her Prefects badge to it and felt almost normal. 

As she walked to the dining hall she was acutely aware of two things. The first was that everybody was looking at her strangely and many students had to hold their hands over their mouths to stifle the laughter.  She just glared at them and strode on.  Pansy was very hungry by now and didn’t want to waste time by bracing students in the hallway.

The second thing she noticed was how her now unbound breasts moved as she walked.  She wasn’t large breasted but she was not used to being braless.  She could feel her nipples harden as the fabric of her blouse brushed them with every step. Even though she had her robe on and buttoned to the neck, she was sure that everybody would notice her painfully swollen and jutting nipples.  She was also discomforted by the fact that several of the females noticed her new hair and seemed to wink at her. 

“Fucking queers,” she muttered through clenched teeth, “they’re all over this place!  I’ll have to talk to Professor Umbridge about this plague.”

By the time she arrived at the Dining Hall dinner had already been started.  She ignored the stares from the students seated near the entrance and slid into her usual seat next to Draco at the Slytherin table.  She said nothing as she quickly began to fill her plate high with the delicacies she found so enticingly displayed on the table before her.  Pansy was very hungry.

As she shoveled the food into her mouth she couldn’t help but notice that nobody at her end of the table was talking.  Looking up, she saw Draco sitting frozen and wide eyed, next to her with his fork full of mashed potatoes and gravy halfway between his plate and his mouth. He looked as though he had seen a ghost.

She shot him a hard look.  “One fucking word from you Malfoy and I’ll see to it that you die in a fucking fire!” she hissed.

Draco just nodded dully and returned his attention to his food.  She did notice however, that he tried to slide in his seat a little further away from her and kept shooting little unbelieving glances in her direction.  It wasn’t long before she noticed that she was sitting at her end of the table all alone; everybody had either moved away or seemed not to want to wait for pudding this night. Pansy didn’t mind much, as she wasn’t really into talking to anybody at this time. She shoveled more food into her mouth trying to remember the last time food tasted this good. 

“Ah well,” she sighed, “my life has gone down the crapper so what the hell,” and spooned a second portion of pudding onto her plate. 
  
When she finally looked up from her third helping of pudding she noticed that things had changed in the Dining Hall.  While students would always sit at their own House tables during a meal, after the eating was over they would often congregate in little groups to be with their friends regardless of House affiliation.  When Pansy looked up she noticed that she was alone at the Slytherin table while all the other house tables had small groups of students laughing and talking merrily.  That’s when she noticed Hermione, Ginny and Luna all sitting together at the Gryffindor table and they were all looking at her.  But, she noticed they weren’t laughing. 

Gotta nip this in the bud, she thought, and walked over to the group. She was convinced that it was indeed either Hermione or Ginny that had managed to cast this spell on her and she wanted it over with right now!

“All right you two,” she said completely ignoring Luna,” which one of you two witch bitches did this to me?”

Hermione looked all wide-eyed and innocent, as usual.  “Pansy I can assure you that I had nothing to do with whatever spell you think I did.”  She looked at Ginny who was nodding.  “And I think I’m safe to say that Ginny didn’t either.”

‘No, really,” said Ginny with a huge smile,” we were just thinking about how much we like your new look.  The black all of the time was getting a little old, you know?”

Pansy wasn’t used to hearing such words from the two she considered her worst enemies.  She felt a little shaken.  Not as shaken as when she heard Luna chime in.

“I really like your hair Pansy,” said Luna in that dreamy voice that drove Pansy starkers. “ It looks really cute that way.”

“One word from you about Nargles Lovegood,” snarled Pansy, “and I’ll rip your heart out and have it on a spit.”

Luna just laughed with that little silvery laugh that made Pansy crazy.  “Oh no Pansy,” she laughed, “Nargles would never go after black hair.  It’s the Squalching Snorgelrogs you have to watch out for.” 

Pansy wanted to lunge for Luna’s throat but the look in Luna’s pale eyes was so innocent and lacking in any kind of malice that she brought herself up short. 

Pansy stood there for a moment trying to absorb the idea of Squalching Snorgelrogs when the three girls rose from the table to leave.  If Luna’s reaction hadn’t been shocking enough, Ginny absolutely floored her when she reached down to the table for her napkin, licked a corner of it and moved towards Pansy’s face.  Pansy took a small step backward like she was going to be attacked, but Ginny just put her hand on Pansy’s arm and gently pulled her towards her.

“You have a little something on your forehead,” said Ginny softly as she gently dabbed at Pansy with the moistened napkin.  Pansy was becoming aware of just how close together they were standing when she felt Ginny’s breasts brush lightly against hers.  “Looks like...shoe polish?” she asked.

Pansy found her voice wasn’t working and just nodded. Ginny just grinned and the three left the table walking slowly down the aisle and holding hands.  Pansy stood there in the middle of the aisle and watched as they slowly walked away from her, her eyes fixed on Ginny’s arse.  She had never noticed how tight Ginny wore her jeans before and the sight was overwhelming.  Her bum cheeks moved so slowly and smoothly under the tight denim that Pansy found it suddenly quite hard to breathe.  It was either the sudden flood of heat between her thighs or the feeling of drool running down her chin, that broke her concentration on Ginny’s slowly swaying bum.

She sank to the empty bench and found the table was repeatedly banging her forehead. “Oh gods! Somebody kill me now! I am NOT watching Weasley’s arse,” she repeated over and over.  “I simply am NOT!”

Pansy had some very naughty dreams that night about swaying bums clad in tight denim and pale silvery eyes.  She did not sleep well.

After a particularly restless night Pansy awoke Sunday morning resolved to find who or what was behind her change of fortunes.  However, her surprises continued apace with her efforts.

The wardrobe contents had changed during the night.  Now all it held, besides her still black school robes, were blue denims and long sleeved shirts in various patterns and color combinations in flannel.  Footwear had become another issue.  Gone were the trainers and replaced by tall lace up boots with yellow stitching around the welt.  The label read “Doc. Martins” but that meant nothing to her.  She reckoned that it was some Muggle brand.  But at least they were boots and they were black and they did fit.  She counted it as a small victory.  Unfortunately, the contents of her underwear drawer had not changed.  She continued to go commando, and to her astonishment, she found that she was starting to like the feeling.

Sunday also brought a little solace and another surprise.

The solace was in the form of a Muggle hair dye that one of her minions had found.  (Pansy like the word minions, it made her feel powerful.  Besides she really didn’t have any friends.)  Having no experience with Muggle hair products before probably added to the mixed results, but after an hour or so she had dyed her hair to kind of a muddy dark red.  She decided that she could live with that and was thankful that she didn’t have to use any more of her boot black on her head.  It made a right mess on her pillows, even after repeatedly washing her hair with the school soap.

The next surprise came while she was walking to the Dining Hall for lunch.  She was more than half absorbed in listening to the sound of her new boots and how they “thunked” along the stone hallway.  Her previous boots had had harder heels and sort of “clicked” as she walked.  She decided that she liked the “thunk” much better.  She thought it sounded intimidating. 

It was when a fourth year female Gryffindor winked at her in the hallway that Pansy, already pretty tightly wound, lost it and discovered the surprise of the day.

“Did you just wink at me?” she growled to the younger girl.  “Or do you have a tic that I should know about?”

The young girl eyed the Prefect and “I” badges on Pansy’s robes and swallowed hard.  “I’m sorry Miss.  I didn’t mean to offend you.  I just thought you were terribly cute!”

“Cute” was not the word Pansy wanted to hear about then.  “Fifty points for Gryffindor!” she shouted at the top of her lungs. She was rewarded by the immediate sound of fifty rubies making their way up into the Gryffindor hourglass.

“Wait a minute here!” she yelled.  “I said fifty points FOR Gryffindor.”  Again she heard the movement of the rubies going in the wrong direction. 

“OH!” squealed the young girl. “Thank you ever so Miss!  Wait until I tell everybody that a Slytherin Prefect just awarded Gryffindor House a hundred points!”  And with that, she leaned in and gave Pansy a quick peck on the cheek, a little pat on her bum and scurried off down to the Dining Hall.

Pansy had to clamp both hands over her mouth before she awarded more points to Gryffindor.  She stood there in the hallway for a second talking to herself and discovered that she was incapable of saying the word “From.”

“Bugger, Bollocks, Fuck and Piss!” she cried.  Her favorite activity had been stripped from her and she almost wanted to cry.  But, being made of tougher stuff, she soldiered on to the Dining Hall determined not to use the word “from” any time soon.  As she walked she found herself touching her cheek where the young Gryffindor had kissed her.  Two days ago this act would have led to severe retribution, but today she found that it actually felt very nice indeed.  She pushed that thought aside as quickly as the memory of seeing Millicent bare-arsed as she entered the Hall for her lunch.  She had to remind herself that she was not one of those queers and shouldn’t be having feelings like this.

Pansy was getting rather paranoid by this point.  She reckoned that if anybody saw any weakness in her at all they would pounce.  Especially someone like Ginny Weasley who always had that slightly feral look in her eyes when she saw Pansy.  She found herself picturing Ginny’s sweet little arse and had to stop and pull herself together before sitting at the Slytherin table.  Today she found that the whole end of the table where she normally sat was conspicuous in its absence of students.  Even Draco was missing. 

Good, thought Pansy, all the more food for me then!

After her third helping, she sat back, burped loudly without covering her mouth and felt a tightness in her jeans and across her breasts that wasn’t there in the morning.  She slipped a hand underneath her robes and made a quick examination of her breasts and arse.

Bugger…me…with…a…stick, she thought.  The quick self-exam had proven that her breasts and hips had grown considerably since this morning but her waist had remained unchanged.  Better back off from this food, she thought.  Or pretty soon I’ll look like Bulstrode!  She forced down another shiver at the thought.

Pansy looked up when she heard somebody calling her name.  It was Ginny and she was waving for Pansy to come over to their table.  Pansy had trouble keeping the smile off of her face as she sauntered over to the Gryffindor table, where she saw Ginny sitting with Hermione and Luna and a new face that she didn’t recognize.  As she walked up she saw the new girl staring at her like she was a sweet put out in the display case at Honeydukes. Pansy felt all of the air being sucked out of the room at that moment as she stared back into the most incredible blue eyes she had ever seen in her life.  She didn’t even hear the thunk of her boot heels as she made the last few steps.  She almost fainted when the new girl looked right at her and slowly licked her lips.

Ginny started to do the introductions but the new girl cut her off.  “You must be Pansy then,” she said with a voice that could boil water. “My friends call me Maggie.  I hope you’ll be my friend.”

It took an elbow in the ribs from Hermione to remind Pansy to breathe and answer.  Both seemed impossible tasks at the moment.  Pansy felt a bead of sweat form on her forehead and a burning between her thighs the like of which she had never felt before. 

“Uh, hi,” she managed to get out. The brightest smile she had ever seen and a flash in those stunning blue eyes rewarded her effort.  Pansy melted a little more.

Hermione broke in.  “Maggie is transferring to Hogwarts from Beauxbatons starting tomorrow Pansy.  We were supposed to show her around the school but we have to go help Luna find her missing things.  Would you have the time to show her around for us?”

“Uh huh.”  It took a great deal of effort for Pansy to say that and she was quite proud of it.

“Good,” said Ginny with a hint of a giggle. “We’ll just be on our way then.  See you later Maggie.”

As they got up to leave Pansy was vaguely aware of Luna speaking to Hermione and Ginny. “Oh it’s so nice to have friends like you two,” she laughed in her dreamy voice.  “I think sometimes people forget that bad things can happen to people who steal things.  Like they may get visited by the Shrieking Snarflegumps and have their whole life changed.  That would be really horrible.”

Pansy summoned up all of her cognitive power.  “Uh, go…now…you and me?”

Maggie laughed and the sound was like bells of silver on a warm spring day.  It was when she stood up to leave that she saw Maggie’s hair.  It took every ounce of Pansy’s remaining strength not to lunge at her from across the table, or more probably, just pass out on the spot.

As Maggie stood up a waterfall of silver swept across her shoulders and spilled over them.  It wasn’t blond hair or even white hair.  It truly looked like burnished silver.  Oh my sweet Merlin!, thought Pansy. It goes all the way down to the back of her knees!  Pansy had to cling to the table for a moment to wait for her knees to stop shaking. 

She eventually pulled herself together and spent the whole rest of the afternoon and most of the evening escorting Maggie around the vast school and its grounds.  She was very glad that she had her school robes on because she could feel that she had soaked through her jeans.  She hoped that Maggie wouldn’t notice anything but it seems that Maggie had a very good nose for pheromones, because no matter where they went she never left Pansy’s side nor let go of her arm. 

Before Pansy returned Maggie to Hermione and Ginny she had managed to screw up her courage and ask her if she would like to go to Hogsmeade with her the next Sunday.  She was thrilled beyond measure when Maggie agreed and gave her a light kiss on the cheek before they entered the Dining Hall. 

Pansy forgot all about eating that night and rushed back to her bed in the empty dorm and spent the rest of the night wanking off to visions of blue eyes and long silver hair.  She felt like nothing was ever going to upset her again, no matter how horrible it may be.

And it didn’t.  Oh, the surprises kept on coming all week but Pansy floated through them like the trooper she was.  It didn’t bother her when her wand turned into a rubber chicken and caught fire during Potions lab.  Although it did bother Professor Snape who gave her many hours of detention and a very stern lecture.

And it didn’t bother her when her “I” badge started flashing “I’m an Idiot” whenever somebody looked at it. Or when “I Love Ravenclaw” started flashing in neon colors on the back of her robes. And she didn’t even mind much the day she spent smelling like the boys locker room and garlic no matter how much she washed with that infernal soap.

Seeing Professor Umbridge carried into the school on a stretcher and babbling like an idiot about Centaurs did bother her a little.  A little more so when Dumbledore returned to take over the school and she had to give up her beloved “I” badge.  But basically, she lived for her date with Maggie this coming Sunday.  At least her breasts and arse had stopped getting any bigger, but that was a mixed blessing she felt.   She was starting to really like the way her new breasts swung about as she sauntered through the halls and how her bigger bum felt when she squeezed into her jeans.  Judging from the number of appreciative stares she got, many others students didn’t mind them either.  She just couldn’t wipe the perpetual smile from her face.

But she was getting rather tired of the onslaught of new surprises every day and did wish that they would stop. 

Sunday did arrive however, and Pansy dressed in her best jeans and best flannel shirt with her polished Doc Martins, met Maggie on the lawn and they walked to Hogsmeade.  They sat in Honeydukes all day and drank hot chocolate and ate sweets and talked about sweet things.  Pansy was head over heels in love by the time they walked back to the school. 

As they approached the gates Maggie stopped her and flowed into her arms.  The kiss was like nothing Pansy had ever experienced in her life; the lips so warm and the tongue so lively in her mouth.  She felt herself ruin another perfectly good pair of jeans about the time that Maggie whispered in her ear.  “Weren’t you going to show me your dungeons tonight my love?”

Pansy could only nod and tried to cover her eagerness by making small talk all the way to the Slytherin dungeons.  Maggie went on about being sorted into Gryffindor House and how she and Ginny were now dorm mates.  And how Luna was still missing so many of her things and that she was really worried for the well being of whoever had taking them because of the Shrieking Snarflegumps that seemed to be unusually busy lately.

As Maggie talked Pansy’s one thought was how she was going to hide that infernal “Pansy Loves Millicent” tattoo that was still on her breast.  She reckoned that if it got right down to it she would just have to come up with some extravagant lie to cover up why it was there, but she was having a terrible time trying to think of anything that sounded the least bit plausible.  And she was conflicted about telling Maggie any lies at all.  The idea of a rogue house elf did have possibilities though she reckoned.

By the time they found an empty dungeon they were both snorting like a couple of runaway trains and trying not to paw one another.  Maggie turned as soon as Pansy locked the door and with a wave of her wand made her clothes fall to the floor.  She stood there with a hand on one jutting hip and just said, “Well?”

Pansy uttered a silent prayer that nothing else would go wrong on this night and then stopped in her tracks.  The light had finally gone off in her head.  She sat Maggie down and told her that she would be right back.

“Please don’t leave,” she pleaded.  “I just thought of something that I have to do that will insure that we’ll be undisturbed.” 

Maggie looked at her like she’d lost her mind but agreed as Pansy dashed out of the dungeon.  Twenty long minutes later she was back panting heavily but with a look of victory on her face.

“Now,” she panted, “where were we?”

Maggie said nothing.  She just flowed from her seat and started to undo Pansy’s jeans and tried to unbutton her flannel shirt.  Pansy panicked about the tattoo.  She tried to stall.

“So, Maggie,“ she stammered, “tell me.  Is Maggie short for Margaret?”

Maggie laughed as she tried to get to the buttons on Pansy’s shirt.  “No,” she laughed, “there are three Margaret’s in the family already.  It’s just a nickname.  My real name is Millicent, but you have to promise never to tell anyone!”

Pansy ripped her shirt off so violently that the buttons danced around the room.  “Like this?” she asked pointing to her tattoo.

“OH! Pansy!” cried Maggie, now Millicent. “How did you know?”  She started to cry a little.  “That’s the sweetest thing anybody has ever done for me!” 

She spent the rest of the night proving the truth of her words to a very grateful Pansy.  As they drifted off to sleep hours later, covered in Millicent’s long flowing silver hair, Pansy only hoped she had done the right thing; she really didn’t want to wake up to any more surprises.  It turned out she had. 

Monday morning Hermione, Ginny and Luna all had a free period so they met, as usual, down by the lake to play with the giant squid.  Luna was particularly happy this morning because all of her missing things had been deposited outside the Ravenclaw Dormitory entrance during the night.

“So, Ginny,” she said handing a book to her lover.  “I suppose I won’t be needing this anymore.  Thanks ever so for the loan.”

“Any time Luna my love,” said Ginny and stuck her autographed copy of 1001 Ways to get Even by Fred and George Weasley back into her book bag.

“You know,” mused Hermione to her two lovers, “ I really must ask Maggie when I see her next if she knew Fleur when she was at Beauxbatons. There’s just something about that hair that looks familiar.”

Ginny snorted with laughter.  “Padma told me that she saw Pansy and Maggie at Honeydukes yesterday and they were almost snogging in public!  But I haven’t seen either of them all morning.  I wonder where they’ve gone off to?”

They started to walk down to the waters’ edge where the giant squid was waiting in the shallows for them.

“Oh,” said Luna in her soft voice and just a hint of a small grin, “ I think she’ll show up in a few days …or so.” She gave her wand a little baton twirl and stuck it behind her ear with practiced ease as she began skipping to the shoreline.

It would be a long time before Pansy underestimated a Ravenclaw again.