Disowned (Drarry/Pansmione)

Chapter Fifteen

"Morning, Pansy," Tracey greeted as she got out of bed. "Already took your bath?"

Pansy nodded and shook her hair out. "I felt kinda gross. How'd you sleep?"

"Pretty well, how about you?"

Pansy shrugged. "Well, I guess."

"Where'd you go last night by the way?" Tracey asked. "When I woke up to go to the bathroom you still weren't in bed."

"Oh, I was doing homework with Blaise," Pansy lied. No need to tell Tracey what she was really doing. Tracey wasn't that important, and she hadn't even told Blaise, who she knew for a fact went to bed early.

"I'm going to bathe quickly and then you can do my hair, alright?"

Pansy nodded and Tracey slipped into the bathroom. Pansy took off her towel and put her uniform on. She felt a little sick so she went for wearing comfy knitted tights under her skirt and her softest sweater. It was days like these she felt extremely glad she had bough those sweaters with collars so she didn't have to wear a shirt underneath. Even though she had to wear a bra, her bras were all comfy and thin, so it felt like she wasn't wearing one. It was also a bit chilly out today, so hopefully no one would question the tights. She opted to leave her robes off until she had to go to class. They were heavy and uncomfortable.

Pansy stepped into the bathroom and brushed her teeth. The Slytherin dorm bathrooms had a separate door leading to the bath so she didn't have to worry about seeing anything she didn't need to see. She knew she wouldn't be uncomfortable with seeing Tracy naked, but she didn't know how Tracey would feel.

As Pansy started up with her hair Tracey stepped out in her towel.

"Oh, hey. I'm going to go change in the bedroom, so stay in here a minute, okay?"

"Sure thing. Call me when you're ready. You used the conditioner I gave you, right?"

"Yes Pansy, of course I did."

Pansy chuckled and turned back to the mirror. Her own hair was fairly simple since it was so short, which was part of the reason why she had had it cut before the start of the school year. In July her hair had been down to her derriere. Her mother had been appalled when Pansy returned from the back room of the hair dresser with a bob and bangs and as such blatantly refused to tip the woman. Pansy tipped the woman when her mother wasn't looking, as she was rather happy with her new look.

After a thorough brushing, combing, and a little teasing in her bangs, Pansy called herself done. She decided to pee one more time before Tracey called her.

"I'm ready, Pansy!"

Pansy quickly washed her hands and took her hair bag over to the ottoman Tracy was sitting on. Pansy straddled the ottoman in a very un-ladylike manner.

"What shall we do today?" Pansy asked.

"I liked that french braid thing you did the other week."

Pansy nodded. "Good choice. Simple but elegant."

Pansy got to work on her double-into-one braid and hummed while she did so.

"What song is that?" Tracey asked after a while.

"Oh, it's an old french sailors' song. I don't know what it's called."