For the "Well This Is S t r a n g e Challenge".
My pairing was DracoxAstoria.
My situation was eating in the kitchens.
Astoria was lying lazily on the greenish armchair of the Slytherin common room. Her skinny legs were hanging off the right end of the chair, her back against the left. With lazy flicks of her wand she kept transforming her Mary Janes different colors. Green...pink...purple...blue...red...silver...turquiose...orange...pale yellow. She sighed of boredom.
Suddenly the tall figure of Pansy Parkinson flew through the common room, tears dripping through her hands. She slammed the girl's dormitory door shut and Astoria's head perked with interest.
Then the blond figure of Draco Malfoy came running in, shouting after Pansy. He knocked on the door of the girl's dormitory. There was the sound of muffled footsteps and then the door creaked open. Pansy's tear-stained face peered out, then at the sight of Draco the door slammed shut.
Astoria let out a giggle. She couldn't help but find how the couple found a new thing to bicker over each week amusing. Draco's head turned and said, "What are you laughing at?"
"Ohhh nothing," Astoria retorted in a silly tone, "Well...maybe the fact that you found a new way to piss off your girlfriend but besides that- absolutely nothing."
"Well it wasn't my fault," Draco snapped, "It was all her fault. It always is her fault. Always."
"Uh-huh. I'm sure it is," replied Astoria sarcastically, "How exactly was it her fault this time?"
"Well we always sneak out to Hogsmeade and eat fancy food- like respectable pure-blood couples. But lately she's been droning on about how she wants a change and something more home-y because that blasted magazine Witch Weekly said it's the lat-"
"Wait how do you know what Witch Weekly says? Ohh...I bet you are one of those in-the-closet readers. You would love to know which hair curling products to use, won't you Draco? And you probably want to know what dress color works with your complexion," laughed Astoria.
Draco said stiffly, "I do not read Witch Weekly. She was just telling me about it. Anyway I decided we should sneak into the kitchens and eat dinner there- have the house elves serve us. But I didn't know how to get in so she threw a fit calling me a blasted idiot. See- it is all her fault!'
"Okay two things," Astoria sighed, "One- why the bloody hell would you try to get into the kitchens even if you don't know how. And you wonder why people call you conceited. Two- you tickle the pear. Duh."
"Uh-huh because I'm sure you tickle the pear. Oh- tickle the pear! Makes perfect sense!" Draco replied sarcastically.
Astoria hopped out of the chair. "Well why don't we test it out ourselves and I can prove it."
"Fine- prove it," Draco crossed his arms.
"Okay- and if I'm right we eat dinner together there. If you're right we go back here and you can beg Pansy back," Astoria smirked.
"Okay fine." Then he put his arm into her's and they crossed the common room. This girl was amazing him- he couldn't figure out what the hell she was going to say next. Then he looked as her shoes.
"Why are you wearing yellow shoes?"
"Why are you not?" Astoria smirked and Draco- for the first time in a while- cracked a smile. He really hoped this girl would be right about the pear.
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