It All Began With Dwarfing Draco

"No," Pansy hissed. She watched the pair from the end of the corridor, her face red with fury and her hands balled so tight the her nails were creating small crescents in her palms. The air around her sparked with electricity as she felt her jealousy boil beneath her skin.

After the incident with Mr. Malfoy, all the teachers in the school had kept Pansy under close observation. Along with Filch and many concerned parents that had caught wind of her actions, she barely had space to breathe. The only moments she had alone were at night and the odd time in the corridors. This was one of those times.

"You can’t have him," she whispered, glaring at the back of Ginny’s head. If looks could kill, Ginny would have died many gruesome deaths and buried six feet under within seconds. Over the past few weeks, Pansy had imagined many with a grim satisfaction.

"Stinking, slimy, good for nothing weasel," she spat, her voice getting steadily louder as her anger began to flow through her body. "You can’t have him!" Pansy screeched and sprinted forward. She lunged at Ginny and tackled her to the ground with all her strength, which was a surprising amount.

Ginny yelped in surprise as she felt another pair of arms wrap around her waist, ripping her away from Draco and sending her to the floor. A sharp pain shot through her shoulder as it was slammed into the cold stone. She rolled onto her back, favoring her right shoulder, and stared up at Pansy. The insane Slytherin was straddling her torso and staring down at her, a look of craziness on her face, while she fiercely grabbed Ginny’s upper arms.

"Get off!" Ginny demanded, trying to squirm out of Pansy’s grasp but her grip was strong. Her shoulder screamed with protest as Ginny moved but she still fought, scared of what might happen if she played the weakling.

"Parkinson!" Draco bellowed and reached down to remove Pansy only to receive a row of deep scratch marks across his cheek. He raised his hand to them mutely and saw blood on his fingertips when he pulled it back.

"If I can’t have you Draco," Pansy raved, her eyes wide and wild looking. "Than no one will." Pansy released Ginny’s injured arm and fumbled inside her robes. From an inside pocket, Pansy pulled a steak knife that she had pinched from last night’s diner. She had hoped for an opportunity like this as she had looked down at it during supper, her imagination running wild with the possibilities.

Pressing the knife against Ginny’s neck, Pansy smirked as a thin line of blood ran down into Ginny’s hair. Draco made a move towards her, ready to pounce, but stopped when Pansy spoke again.

"Step any closer Draco and I’ll kill her," she said, not looking up but examining the wound that she had caused with a sickening curiosity. Ginny squeezed her eyes shut as the knife pressed a little harder into her neck. She was terrified and thought that her heart would leap out of her chest if there weren’t skin and bone to prevent it.

"Stop it Parkinson!" Draco shouted, his mind fumbling to think up a plan.

"It’s Pansy!" Pansy shrieked, turning on Draco and pulling the knife away from Ginny’s throat for a moment to point it at him as she spoke. "You never call me by my real name! I’ve known you longer than this piece of filth and yet you don’t call her ‘Weasley’ or ‘Weasel’! Not even we were together did you call me Pansy! It’s was always ‘Parkinson’ or ‘Pug face’!" Draco laughed a little despite himself but immediately regretted it. Pansy screamed and launched herself at him; the knife she had used on Ginny now turned on Draco. The blade narrowly missed his stomach as Pansy clumsily swiped at him, ripping a straight line through both his school blazer and dress shirt.

"Now Parkinson," Draco drawled, stepping into his cold mask that he had created many years ago to protect himself from losing control of his emotions. "That’s not very nice."

"Go to hell Draco!" she screamed and lunged again. Draco easily dodged the attack and Pansy fell into the wall, her knife getting lodged deep in a picture fame while she herself smacked her head against it. Draco took his chance, pulling out his wand while Pansy was still stunned.

"Stupefy!" Draco felt the spell course through him, all his anger, fear and hatred being focused at Pansy. He never felt so much power go through him with such a simple curse and watched with mild shock as Pansy fell to the floor, her body bucking violently for a moment before becoming still.

"D-Draco," Ginny croaked hoarsely from behind. The skin on her throat where the blade had broken through. Pansy had not pressed hard enough so that the cut could be fatal but the fact that she had drawn blood so soon indicated to Ginny that her life was more threatened now then it had ever been. The powers of Darkness were every where, including buried deep with one girl’s jealousy.

"Ginny? Are you okay?" Draco asked despite the obvious answer before shaking his head, concern heavy in his voice and visible in his eyes. "I have to get you to Madame Pomfrey."

Draco’s head buzzed with commands, advice and the annoying little voice that practically laughed an ‘I told you so’ making him want to scream or rip his head off. Either felt like they would be suitable but he knew it wouldn’t help Ginny. He gathered her up in his arms easily, her resent diet making her weight as much as paper which was not a good thing. Mindful of her shoulder and neck he raced towards the Hospital Wing, leaving Pansy in a heap on the floor.