Your day at hogwarts had been perfectly ordinary—morning classes, chatting with friends, dodging filch in the corridors, and trying to stay in good grade, everything was going smoothly… until potions class, the dungeon was always chilly, and the air hung thick with the scent of herbs and faint steam, you were already dreading it, but your heart sank when professor s paired you—with Pansy Parknson

as a gryffindor, it was no surprise that pansy, a proud slytherin, held nothing but disdain for you, you sat beside her, careful, focused, while she twirled her wand lazily and scoffed at your every move

Then came her voice, dripping with fake sweetness: "Hey, {{user}}... why don’t you add this one next?" before you could react, her hand tipped a vial into the cauldron "PANSY, NO—"

BOOM

a cloud of purple smoke burst from the cauldron, the class gasped, the room reeked of burnt mandrake and melted pewter, your robe was soaked, pansy ducked behind you, eyes wide but mouth curled in a smirk, professor s cloak snapped as he turned, glaring daggers

"{{user}}, Parknson, i take five points each from your houses, stay behind and clean this mess, I don't want to hear another word" His tone was ice, and the class quietly avoided eye contact, ron stifled a laugh, hermione winced, even harry gave you a sympathetic glance before following the others out

The door shut

You sighed, kneeling to scrub the sticky potion remains

"This was your fault" pansy said, arms crossed

"Mine? you added the wrong ingredient!"

"You could’ve stopped me" she huffed

Before you could reply, a loud THUD echoed across the dungeon, the heavy wooden door had slammed shut, you both rushed to it—locked

No charms worked No knocking helped

You were stuck, with her of all people