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"Miss Parkinson," began Lippy, her personal house elf, "are you going to go with anyone to the Ministry?"
Pansy Parkinson turned away from her grand mirror and shook her head. She flipped her dark hair impatiently. "No. At least I don't think so. Has anybody owled or flooed for me, Lippy?"
"No, Miss." Lippy handed Pansy her green coat. "Lippy is sure it's because they are already waiting for you."
Pansy sighed. "No, I don't think so. They're cowards. The lot of them."
"Lippy is sure Miss Parkinson doesn't mean that!" Lippy exclaimed, shaking her head furiously.
"I thought I told you to call me Pansy. " Pansy gave the elf a sad smile. She secured her green barret, making sure it wouldn't fly away. "I know so because I'm a coward, too."
"No, no! Miss Pansy is not a coward!" The elf argued stamping her foot to declare her point. "Miss Pansy is wearing green even though people don't like it, right now!"
Pansy laughed. She grabbed her messenger bag and beamed at the elf. "Thanks, Lippy. Goodbye."
With a small crack, Pansy appeared at the side of the Ministry. She took out her hand mirror making sure she was fit to be seen in public. Her mother always informed her if she looked the part, she could act the part. Pansy knew she needed a whole ton of confidence to face the Ministry and the rest of the population. She lifted up her chin a fraction before walking into the madness of the crowd.
She stopped herself from flinching when somebody near her gasped. Every eye turned towards her. The whispering started almost instantaneously after.
"What is she doing here?"
"She's a snake!"
"She's evil!"
"She tried to give Harry up!"
"Death Eater!"
Pansy did wince at this comment. She was many things. She was a bully, a snake, self-absorbed, egoistical, and a coward but she was not a Death Eater. She opened her mouth to respond when someone slid up next to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. She looked up to meet Draco Malfoy's grey eyes. He smirked as he pointed to her shaking legs. She laughed out of fear and nervousness.
"She's not a Death Eater," Blaise said, stepping up next to Draco.
Daphne smiled reassuringly as she stood on Pansy's right. She pointed her piercing blue eyes at the direction where the comment had come from. "She never was."
Pansy was greatly relieved from the sudden support of her friends. She hadn't even noticed she was on the verge of falling if it wasn't for Draco. She regained some of composure. "I am not a Death Eater."
"How do we know that?" screamed a member of the crowd.
"You're all Death Eater's!" shouted another.
Soon enough everyone was screaming at them. Some of the crowd backed away and turned to the Ministry instead. Pansy felt as if she had been physically slapped. They were being ignored yet hollered at. She narrowed her eyes. Where they really the cowards here?
She straightened her back and crossed her arms. "Look. We are here to protest the marriage law like most of you here. We are not here for any other reason. It's something we have in common."
A forward man looked at her in disbelief. "We have nothing in common with you."
She felt Draco stiffen immediately. He narrowed his eyes at the man. "We are both wizards, aren't we? We're both human, and we are both male. Is that nothing in common?"
The man spat on the floor glaring at Draco. Draco didn't back down and continued glowering at the man. Everybody looked at the silent battle seeing who would cave in first.
"-What's going on here?" interrupted a familiar female voice.
Pansy turned to find Hermione Granger emerging from the same spot she came out of. Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, and Neville Longbottom weren't far behind her.
"As you can see, Granger," Draco spoke turning his head to meet her confused expression. "We're protesting as well."
Hermione gripped her bag and nodded. "We've come to do the same."
"Are you talking to Malfoy?" Ron asked incredulously, shooting Draco a dirty look.
Draco rolled his eyes. "It looks like you and that man have something in common." He muttered this so only the Slytherins could hear.
Hermione glanced at the Slytherins, nodding. Pansy huffed as the group whispered fiercely between themselves. "Are we doing this or what?"
Luna Lovegood backed away from the group and headed towards their group. She stopped straight in front of Pansy. "Can you get in the Ministry?"
Pansy shot nervous looks at her friends before turning back to the intense stare of Luna's blue eyes. "We might. But I don't think we're favored right now."
Pansy waited for the other girls answer anxiously. She sighed in relief as the girl smiled at them. "Do you have a plan?"
"Luna!" called Neville Longbottom from where he stood. Pansy judged the distance between them and determined the others were too far away to hear their conversation.
"We think if we present enough evidence they have to question their decision," she explained. "We also want to bring out points about Purebloods marriage."
Luna nodded thoughtfully. Her blue eyes twinkled with an excitement that Pansy, for one, had found unsettling. "I think we should team up."
Pansy's jaw dropped. She knew if her mother would see her right now, she'd have a fit. Draco looked equally as stunned.
"They hate us," chimed in Daphne Greengrass. She pointed her chin to the Gryffindor's. "They would never agree."
The crowd, which was previously shouting at them, now swarmed the War Heroes. Luna Lovegood pointed to the distracted guard who was looking sheepishly at Harry Potter while he held an autograph book. Luna grabbed Pansy's hand and ran inside the Ministry before anyone could stop them. Draco followed quickly after them pulling along Blaise. Daphne and Millicent planned to stay behind so they could distract anyone else who wondered where they went.
Hermione sighed as another person asked for her autograph. Why did they want her autograph in the first place? Fighting in a war wasn't for fame or fortune. It was for standing up for the right cause. She gently declined searching for Luna. Luna had walked off leaving them no explanation besides saying 'I have an idea.'
She frowned as they ran inside the Ministry, That's what she should be doing! Not here, giving autographs! She maneuvered herself she was unseen behind Harry. She pulled out her wand and transfigured some of her features. Her curly brown hair was now straight and black. Her chocolate brown eyes were now green. She came out behind Harry and the people surrounding her didn't even bat an eyelash as she slipped away. She calmly walked in the Ministry spotting the group easily. They were stopped by some officials and were now discussing.
"Is everything alright over here?" she asked, walking calmly by their side.
Pansy looked over at her and scoffed. "Look, Granger, we don't need your help."
Blaise chuckled. "I think we might."
Hermione was gob smacked. How did they it was her? "Wait! How do you recognize me?"
Draco rolled his eyes. "You are wearing the exact same clothes. Not to mention you're bag says H. Granger. It doesn't take a genius to figure it out."
Hermione frowned, twisting a black strand of hair. "Hmm. I did manage to fool everyone else, however."
Luna smiled dreamily. "Most people are not as observant."
"Let's go. " Hermione quickly transfigured herself back. "Excuse me?"
"Didn't I tell you to go away?" asked Auror Davidson, not bothering to turn around.
Hermione stiffened and pressed the elevator button. This time he turned to her. "Hermione Granger!"
She nodded and walked inside. "I have an appointment."
The Auror hesitated glancing at the Slytherins. "What about th-"
"They are with me," she said firmly, narrowing her eyes. The Auror nodded promptly and allowed the others to pass.
Once they were heading up, Blaise whistled. "Granger, don't want to cross you any time soon."
Hermione was surprised at this semi-nice comment. She hadn't spoken to any of them since the War. She only nodded in response.
"For Merlin's sake, Granger," cried Pansy, flinging her arms up. "We're not going to kill you."
To their surprise, Hermione laughed. "I didn't think that actually. I wasn't sure how to talk to you, that's all."
"Oh," Pansy replied. She was embarrassed by her sudden outburst.
Luna smiled at Pansy before turning to walk out of the elevator that just stopped. Hermione glanced down the left corridor before motioning for the others to join her. "Kingsley's office is that way."
Hermione snuck a glance behind her and turned to the door. She raised her fist and knocked.
"Who is it?" asked a deep voice from inside. Hermione recognized Minister Kingsley's voice.
"Hermione Granger, sir," she replied strong and firm.
She heard what seemed to be an exhausted sigh. "Come in."
She opened the door and Minister Kingsley was at his desk sorting through some papers. He hadn't looked up yet. "I was wondering when you would come."
"Unfortunately, I haven't come alone," she answered, crossing her arms.
Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt, looked up to meet not one angry Gryffindor but one Ravenclaw, and unexpectedly three Slytherins. He had expected Harry and Ron to be here as well. "Well, this is a surprise."
"I'm afraid it isn't a good one," Draco said, arching one eyebrow. The office was quite messy.
Kingsley Shacklebolt rubbed the bridge of his nose with his fingers. He motioned towards the chairs in front of him. "Sit down."
Hermione titled her chin up. "I'm afraid we can't do that, sir."
"And why not?" he asked. His voice was more tired than questioning.
"We've come to talk about the Marriage Law," Hermione stated. "I'll be standing since I think I might get heated up."
"I'll sit," Pansy offered, relaxing into the comfortable chair. Luna sat down as well. Blaise and Draco remained standing up; they leaned against the wall.
"How long will this take, Hermione?" Kingsley asked, looking at the pile in front of him.
Hermione grinned, opening her messenger bag. She took a file and placed it on his desk. "Luckily, I've compiled my points to this file."
"Oh," Pansy said, she took out a file from her purse, "I've got one, too."
Hermione grinned. "Shall we get started then?"