Disclaimer: This is getting to be a real drag. We all know that all Harry Potter-related verbs (just do it!) belong to J.K. Rowling, who is brilliant and deserves to be worshipped and given lots of delicious fried chicken as homage. review and you shall get some too

Author's Note: Based on previous stories, it would seem that I have difficulty updating multi-chaptered stories. But this time I'm going to try and keep updating at a regular pace. I'm thinking that this will be updated… once a month? Maybe more depending on how much plot I can come up with. And actually, I'm pretty proud of myself. This is my VERY FIRST non-D/Hr story. Yippee for me!

p.s. The chapters are pretty short. Sorry about that…

He fell In Love With a Slytherin

Pansy Parkinson was almost seventeen.

For most girls, it meant close to nothing, but for the only child of Irvin and Katrene Parkinson, it meant that it was time to get married. Unfortunately, she would not be allowed to pick a suitor. Instead, she would have to resort to fretting nervously while her parents chose a suitable man for her to wed.

For the children of wealthy, pureblooded families like the Parkinsons, love had nothing to do with marriage. It was all about making themselves look good, gaining ground on the unstable pieces of wood that made up the social ladder. Although they were already quite rich, the Parkinsons lacked respect. It was said that Irvin Parkinson made his money through lies and threats. But Mr. Parkinson brushed this off, saying, "That's what the Malfoys do."

Pansy knew that it was her duty, to her family and to the family name, to carry out her parents' carefully executed plans for their daughter. She knew that she was to do this without question, without so much as a "why". From a young age, she was taught discipline, etiquette, how to court a gentleman, and of course, the art of Occlumency. These days, you can never be too careful, her mother would always say.

But Pansy also knew that she would not like the man her parents selected for her. Selected. What a way to refer to living beings. It was as if this was just picking fruit from the orchards down the lane. Well, if it were so, Pansy knew that she would skip right along the apples and pick from the forbidden orange tree. Because the man she loved was way out of her league when it came to class and money.

Knowing her luck, Pansy would probably end up with some sniveling imbecile, like Vincent Crabbe, for instance. The boy may have been dense, but his family made up for it in riches. Or perhaps her mother would choose Draco Malfoy. Pansy actually quite liked him…three years ago. Now, he was happy with his fiancé (they were getting married as soon as school ended), Mud—Muggle-born Granger. Pansy still couldn't believe that Lucius had agreed to the idea of his only son dating a Muggle-born, but people do change.

Speaking of Muggle-borns, Pansy's one true love was only a little bit better. He was a half-blood. However, Pansy felt that he more than made up for it with his personality, his looks, and she could only pray that her parents agreed that his fame would mean another step up the ladder. He was known by all in the Wizarding World, and he was commonly referred to as the 'Boy-who-lived'. Ring a bell?

Yes, Pansy Parkinson was hopelessly, wonderfully, desperately in love with Harry Potter.

It happened only a year ago. It was surprising how much could change in the capacity of just three-hundred sixty-five days. But a lot had changed. Formerly enemies by association, a relationship between Pansy and Harry seemed near impossible. That was until the news spread that Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger were engaged, and neither of them were under any sort of spell. By the third month of their engagement, anything seemed possible. Even another relationship between a Slytherin and a Gryffindor.