Disclaimer: Due to the unusual cruelties of fate, I own nothing from the original Harry Potter series. This is my disclaimer for all the chapters, because I really don't feel like writting it over and over and over again.
Author's Notes: Yes, I know, it's really short. But this chapter is just to get it out there.
Chapter One
The Dare
Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabinni, and Autumn Gregori were sitting in the Slytherin common room playing an innocent game of Truth-or-Dare. Draco, being the insuffereable little git that we all know and love, was laughing evily as he listened to Pansy sputter about the outrageous dare he had just given her.
"I absolutely will not!" Pansy yelled at the top of her lungs. "Hell will freeze over and Potty and the Weasel will join the ballet before I do something that disgusting!"
"But it was a dare," Malfoy pointed out in a tone so happy that it should have been made illegal, "and you have no choice but to go through with it."
"But how in hell am I supposed to consider this disgrace that I love him?"
"That is something for you to figure out all on your little onesy," Draco said with relish. "Anyway, I think we should wrap this up for tonight."
"Yeah," everyone but Pansy agreed through tears of laughter at Pansy's sorry plight.
Pansy shot them all the look of death.
"Goodnight, Pansy," they all said in innocent voices as they left her in the common room by herself.
Pansy couldn't believe that all of the people that Draco could have picked it had to be a Gryffindor. And not just any Gryffindor. He had to pick the sorriest one (next to Potty, of course): Neville Longbottom.
Author's Notes: Well, isn't that just the kind of thing in life that make you shudder? The true reason for me writting this story, though I have heard it been called a horror flick by my friends, is because I needed a challenge. And I ask you: What could possibly be more challenging than putting Pansy and Neville together. 'You can stop with the gagging noises now. And pick your jaw up off the floor. Don't let your mouth hang open. Trust me, you'll look smarter.' I know, you're all probably living under that harsh notion that Pansy will probably chew poor Neville up and spit him out, but ya know, in my twisted little mind (and probably in mine alone when it comes down to it) I think this relationship has real possibilities! Please R&R. I am really intersted in what my audience thinks. Until next chapter.