Hermione's POV:

Fellow Hogwarts' students along with Beauxbatons, Durmstrang and Ilvermony students, were making a beeline for the infamous Goblet of Fire, which was responsible for some of the most unprecedented and horrific deaths. Nevertheless, no one gave a care in the world and had been heading up to put their names, which were written in parchment(s)  since the crack of dawn.

I knew, because I was also there, with Quinn in the line, as we both anticipated patiently. As my eyes wandered endlessly out of boredom, to the group of girls chortling amongst themselves to Seamus and Dean snogging each other's faces off, my eyes' landed on a group of Slytherins. To be more precise, I met with a certain Slytherin's gaze as he stared endlessly into my eyes. His face lit up as he too, joined behind me with...

"Ah look, it's the lovely Hermione Granger." Parkinson eyed me up and down before she held out her hand "I'm Parkinson. You can call me Pansy. We can be friends if you want. I'm certain, however, that you won't want to befriend children of filthy Death Eaters but I can assure you, we won't do anything. Not until Draco finally gathers up the courage to kiss you." 

I glanced at Draco, who was trying to look up at the antique chandeliers as he pretended as if nothing happened when clearly, it was obvious that he was blushing furiously. More than I ever will.

Nevertheless, I take the girl's hand and shake it with a solemn nod, before I asked hesitantly "So...umm..are you also going to put your name in?"

She laughed loudly as a smile cracked up on her face. A genuine smile. Not something I'd expect from Slytherins. "No, however, Draco here wants to put his name in. I'm certain he won't win or maybe he will, he'll only just lose to the others out of his sheer stupidity." She then jabs Draco in his ribs, which makes he agonise in excruciating pain.

"Pans, what the fuck!?" He groaned in pain as he clutched to his ribs. She smirked and turned to lean into my ear before she whispered "Malfoys aren't people you should play with. They always get what they want. If they don't, they still will do anything to get it."

I raise my eyebrow in confusion but as we returned to our original positions before, I couldn't help but replay the words in my mind, even after I put my name in the Goblet.

What utter blasphemy.

But I knew for sure that Parkinson...or Pansy was, not at all wrong.

Not even in the slightest.