Only gives Rose a devious smile

"It's just a little insurance policy," Pansy replied, her eyes fixed on the vial. "A way to make sure things go my way on whatever day. Maybe I'll be the one to give the potion to my boyfriend. You know, make sure he does something... spectacular."

Rose studied her, trying to read through the layers of deceit. It was clear that Pansy had her own plans, and they probably weren't as innocent as she made them out to be. But she had no evidence of that, no reason to refuse her. With a sigh, she handed over the potion, feeling a pang of regret as Pansy's slender fingers wrapped around it.

"Thank you, darling," Pansy purred, slipping it into her pocket. "Now, I'd best be off before Draco gets suspicious. But fear not, I'll make sure to keep you updated on the... outcome. I gotta keep my little sub informed, don't I?"

Rose felt a twinge of anger at the remark, but she kept her cool. She watched Pansy sashay away, the potion now in the hands of someone who could potentially cause trouble. The decision weighed heavily on her shoulders as she sat down at an empty table, her thoughts racing.

As the evening wore on, the great hall buzzed with whispers and laughter. The warmth from the roaring fireplace didn't quite reach her, as if the room had grown colder with her anxiety. She picked at her food, barely tasting the roast chicken and potatoes on her plate. The potion's fate now lay in Pansy's hands, and she couldn't shake the feeling that she had made a mistake.

Rose couldn't believe how submissive she had been, handing over the potion to Pansy without a fight. These feelings are not like her, and she felt a growing sense of unease. She's the one that suppose to spy and get intel on the Slytherin's. But she's the one feeling like the pawn in this twisted game.

The days that followed were filled with tension. Rose noticed that Pansy and Draco were acting strangely. They whispered in the corridors, glancing over at her with knowing smirks, and their eyes gleamed with something darker than their usual malice. She knew they were plotting something, but she couldn't pinpoint what. Her mind raced with possible scenarios, each one worse than the last.

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