Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Pansy Parkinson, or anything related to Harry Potter. I do own the name Matthew Rhodes because it is, in fact, my name.
Matthew Rhodes is a foreign student at Hogwarts. He is the same year as Harry, Ron, and Hermione, but he's from America. Ohio, to be exact. Back Stateside, he had attended a magic school, but decided to transfer to Hogwarts from his fifth year on. From what he heard from some of the other students, he knew he should stay away from Slytherin students. Well, anyways, over the summer, he met a girl, who in his mind, was gorgeous, with her raven-black hair, and dark eyes, in Diagon Alley. She said her name was Cailin McNealy, of Liverpool. They spoke together for a while, and even did their school shopping together. Before either of them knew it, they were in love. She loved his muscular frame, his silvery-blue eyes behind his stylish glasses, and his ability to make her laugh like she hadn't in years. Not to mention, he was smart, so incredibly considerate and kind, and helpful. When shopping was done, they went to the Hogshead for a bottle of butterbeer, and maybe some dinner. They ate and drank, and talked for hours. The rest became a blur of love, friendship, and romance…..
Matthew woke up the next day in a bed that wasn't familiar, in a room he didn't recognize. As he lay there gaining back his faculties, and figuring out where he was, he felt something stir. He rolled over, and lo-and-behold, is Cailin McNealy. She smiled as she looked at him. She merely said "Good Morning, lover." Matt was at a loss as to what happened. All he could figure out was that he must've drank just a smidge too much butterbeer. He got up, and got dressed, as did she. When they had to go their separate ways, they said their goodbyes, and she swore to see him at Hogwarts, and she'd sit with him on the train if possible. They kissed, and went on their ways.
Two weeks later, Matthew arrived at King's Cross Station to board the train to Hogwarts. He sat in a compartment with a couple people from Gryffindor. One, a girl, had extremely bright red hair, and the other, a boy, had black, messy hair, with a weird lightning bolt shaped tattoo or scar thing on his forehead. "Britons"; he muttered under his breath jokingly. Just then, the compartment door opened, and in walked Cailin. She took a seat right beside Matt, and snuggled her head on his shoulder. He was distracted, and when he looked back up to the redhead and "scarface" had a look of shock on their faces. "What, is it. Did I say something?" he asked. Cailin was dozing just a bit, when Scarface started talking. "Do you know who she is, mate? "Sure I do. She's Cailin McNealy, from Liverpool." Matt said, not understanding the question.
"I'm sorry, mate, but she told you a lie. Her name's not Cailin McNealy. It's Pansy Parkinson, and she's a Slytherin." Said the redhead. Matt was a little slow on the uptake. He didn't believe them. "But wait, aren't Slytherins supposed to be mean, like that "odd" blonde fellow I saw earlier?" Matt asked, accentuating the word odd with a feminine hand movement. As the redhead went on to explain, she pointed out that Pansy wasn't as nice as Matt thought. In fact, she was a real b-witch. "Well, until I see that for myself, I'll not treat her any differently" he said. Pansy slept most of the way to school, with Matt cradling her head, and watching her sleep. He loved to hear her breathing when she slept, and every once in a while, he'd lightly kiss her on the top of the head.
When they arrived, Matt was a little nervous about asking her about her real name, but he did anyway. "Cailin, I heard on the train that your real name isn't Cailin McNealy. They said it is Pansy Parkinson. Is it true?" he asked. She looked down, and when she looked back up at him, she had a tear rolling down her cheek. "Yes, it's true. I lied. It's just that, well, I like you, and when most people hear the name Parkinson, they tend to just walk away" she sobbed. Matt's heart melted at the sight. He grabbed her up into a hug, then he kissed her square on the lips. "I would never walk away from you. And to those who do, shame on them" Matt said. Pansy was amazed by his bravery, and by his willingness to trust her, and give her a chance. "This must be love" she thought. They walked hand in hand to the carriages, and went to the Great Hall. This was going to be an interesting year.
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