Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
A/N: So I wrote this like 6 months ago. It was the first thing I ever wrote, but I never posted it. I just found it, and decided to post it. I have the first few chapters written already, but then, we shall have to see how it goes. Depending on the response I get for it, I may or may not stop writing it.
R&R?
Pansy Parkinson, in her Hogwarts robes, looked at Malfoy, also in Hogwarts robes, in their corner of the Slytherin Common room. 'Why does he have to be soo hot?' She thought to herself, admiring how nice his blond hair and gray eyes looked against his pale skin. She wondered if he realized just how bloody amazing her hair looked today. She was acutely aware of the great affects the green light had on it.
"Draco, my Death Eater, I know I don't have to ask, but this is still making me really nervous." Pansy admitted, grudgingly, hoping that, for once, the boy of her dreams understood.
"What is it?" Malfoy replied, impatiently, looking very frustrated.
"Wi-will you g-go with me to the Yule Ball?" Pansy stuttered. She felt really nervous when Malfoy glanced all around the Slytherin common room…everywhere, but at her. He chewed his lip, nervously.
"Ummmm….listen, Parkinson, I'm going with someone else." Draco replied. Pansy's world tumbled down upon her and she looked at her boyfriend, no ex-boyfriend, with hate in her eyes.
"How could you?" She screamed, and the tears poured down her face. With that she ran out of the room, leaving Malfoy stunned, speechless, for the first time in his life.
Harry, after spending a full week waiting for an opportunity, finally saw his beautiful crush's long, black, silky hair, alone, without her friends. "Oh godddddddddddd. I have to do it, now. It's my only chance." He felt his stomach turn over, and over, and over, and over.
"Cho" he called, nervously.
"Yes." Cho replied, turning to see who had called her. It was Harry Potter, the famous Boy Who Lived, fellow seeker. "Oh, Hi Harry. What's up?"
"Nothing much. I have a quick question for you, though." Harry replied, hoping he didn't look as nervous as he felt. He noticed that her brown eyes contrasted nicely with the freckles on her face. How he loved those freckles.
"Sure, Harry. Ask away." She replied, her voice sounding smooth and silky, like her hair. He couldn't believe he was actually thinking these thoughts.
Out loud, he continued, working hard to keep his voice steady, "I was wondering if….if you were going to the Yule Ball with anyone? Cuz I was hoping you would come with me. If, if you wanted to, that is." That came out horribly wrong, he reflected.
"Oh. Harry. I am sooo sorry. I want to say yes so badly, but I can't. You see, I'm going with someone else." Cho replied with a sad tone. Her perfect mouth, featured so often in his dreams, turned into a frown
"Um. Ok, I guess. Just of curiosity, who are you going with?" Now who am I going to go with? And, as a competitor, I HAVE to go, and with a date.
"Cedric Diggory." Great. The other, extremely handsome (according to all the girls who squeal when he walks past) Hogwarts competitor, also the Hufflepuff seeker.
"Oh. Ok. Well, I'll see you around." Harry tried not to sound too dejected over the situation, but it hurt a lot.
"Bye, Harry. I truly am sorry." Yeah, right. The 2 most popular boys in Hogwarts asked you to the Yule Ball, and you're going with the more handsome one. You're not sorry at all, and all of the girls are going to be so jealous of you. Meanwhile, I gotta find a date, and fast.
Harry wandered through some hallways trying to figure out what just happened. He had asked Cho Chang out, only to discover that the girl of his dreams is going with Diggory. He looked up when he heard hoots all around him, and found himself in the owlery. When he realized this, Harry looked down at his feet, to see that he had stepped in owl droppings. "Bloody hell, can this day get any worse?" he muttered.
From behind him, Harry heard a rustling of hay and sniffles that most certainly did not come from an owl. He turned around, and found himself looking at the tear-streaked face of Pansy Parkinson. She looked back at his depressed expression and to Harry's surprise, didn't move or say anything. He, rather nervously, took this as a signal to sit down next to her.
"Hi Potter," Parkinson said meekly, her voice actually sounding nice, without the usual sneer or disgust in it.
"Hey. I know we're not exactly friends," Harry began but paused for a moment when Pansy gave a small laugh. "but," he continued, hoping he was doing the right thing, "maybe I can help you, if you want to tell me what's wrong. I promise I won't laugh or be mean or anything. That is, if you want to. If you don't, that's ok and I'll leave you alone."
Pansy laughed as he started to ramble. "Harry, I'll tell you why I'm sitting in the owlery, crying my eyes out, if you tell me why you wandered up here with that distant, hurt look on your face."
In that moment, Harry for some inexplicable reason decided he could trust the Slytherin girl. "Ok, Fine. But, you have to go first." He listened patiently as Pansy told him of her rejection. He found himself awkwardly patting her back, as she cried into his shoulder. "Pansy," he whispered, "its okay. You'll find a date. There are MUCH better guys than that git."
"But I don't want any date. I want Draco," she cried, as a new round of tears flowed down her face.
"Shhhh," Harry tried to sooth the girl, and was disappointed in his lack of knowledge about this subject. "Do you want to hear my story?"
"Yes. I do," she manages to get out, in between the sobs.
Harry told Pansy about his crush on Cho, since that fateful Gryffindor-Ravenclaw match. He told her how he finally caught Cho alone and asked her to go with him, and she said no, because she was going with Cedric Diggory.
"Oh. Harry, I'm sorry. But, at least for you, it won't be difficult to get a date. EVERY girl wants to go with the 'Chosen One'" Pansy said.
Despite knowing this wasn't really the time to tease, Harry did so anyway.
"Even you?" he asked in a teasing voice, raising his eyebrows in question.
Pansy bit her lip and looked at him for a long time, before answering. "Yes, I would. You're hot enough." She laughed.
"But you're a Slytherin, and your dad was a Death Eater. You can't prance around with the Boy-Who-Lived."
Pansy looked deep into Harry's green eyes and got a serious look on her face. "Can I tell you something? Something I've never told anyone else before?"
Harry looked at Pansy with what he knew was an odd look, but said yes, anyway.
She took a deep breath, "I hate being a Slytherin. The daughter of a Death Eater. Defending Malfoy's injury, in order to help get Hagrid fired. I actually like Hagrid." She paused and looked at Harry with a sad look on his face.
"Not to be rude, but you certainly don't act like it." Harry said in a kind voice,
"See, the thing is, I never wanted to be in Slytherin. In fact, the Sorting Hat was going to put me in Hufflepuff, but at the last moment decided on throwing me into Slytherin."
"You know, the Sorting Hat almost put me in Slytherin," Harry confessed, "But, I asked it to not, and he complied. So, I am in Gryffindor."
"Really? So, I could have prevented this?" Pansy asked.
"Umm…" Harry started, without really knowing what he was going to say, "I guess so. I don't know for sure though."
"Oh." Pansy said, sounding slightly dejected. "Tell me about you, Potter. I mean, all I really know about you is that you defeated the Dark Lord, and that I am, as a Slytherin, supposed to hate you."
Harry laughed at this description, then thought about what to tell her. "Well, until July before our first year, I didn't even know that there were actually witches and wizards, never mind that I was one." Harry continued to tell the story of the week spent, running from Hogwarts letters, and his first encounter with magic: Hagrid. Then, he told of how amazed he was in Diagon Alley.
"Wow. So you had no idea. You were raised by Muggle relatives, then." Harry nodded in response, before Pansy continued, "How did they explain your lightening bolt scar and your parents' deaths, then?"
"I was told that they died from a car accident, and that the scar came from that."
"Wow. So, what's growing up in a Muggle house like?" Pansy asked, her voice filled with curiosity.
"Well, I can't exactly answer that." Harry found himself talking about how awful the Dursleys were to him, and how spoiled his brat of a cousin, Dudley, was. He looked at Pansy, to find her jaw dropped in shock. Then, she started getting upset.
"Oh, Harry. It must have been AWFUL for you. I'm sooo sorry. I never knew this."
"Well, not everyone can have a good life," Harry started, feeling his eyes start to fill up with tears.
Pansy, seeing this, interrupted, "Harry, it's okay to cry. We all have to do it occasionally. You comforted me, and now it's my turn." Harry decided to let them fall.
Five minutes later, he looked at Pansy. "Thanks. You know, I've never noticed how pretty you are."
"Thanks. Harry. That's sweet of you."
"I have an idea," Harry started nervously. "What if we…what if the t-two of us go to the Yule Ball?" Pansy brightened up at that sentence.
"Harry, that's a wonderful idea." Harry, for whatever unknown reason, leaned over and kissed Pansy Parkinson, the Slytherin girl he was taking to the Yule Ball. She didn't pull away, either. It was a light, beautiful kiss.
He pulled back and looked at Pansy with a serious, but happy expression, "But, you can't tell anyone we are going together. We don't need to start the gossip any earlier than necessary, ok?"
"Ok," Pansy said with a smile.
A/N: What do you think? Good enough to continue? Also, if you can come up with a better title, let me know.