Her Christmas List: Harry Potter
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Santa, can you hear me?
I have been so good this year…
And all I want is one thing
Tell me my true love is here
He's all I want, just for me
Underneath my Christmas tree
I'll be waiting here
Santa, that's my only wish this year
--; Britney Spears, "My Only Wish (This Year)"
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Contrary to popular belief, I have changed. Most people here at Hogwarts, especially my fellow seventh years, don't believe that it's true. It's really great for my self esteem, to know that no one besides a selected few believe that I can be a good person. But I truly have, changed I mean.
I've played secret matchmaker to some of the most powerful and influential couples at Hogwarts, and I haven't hexed a first year for the past two years. I haven't plotted against the Golden Trio; I'm now even on speaking terms with Hermione Granger, Head Girl. I've learned to keep my opinions to myself and now know the harshness of the word mudblood.
Everyone else has their happiness here at Hogwarts; why can't I have mine? Draco has his Granger and Blaise his Weasley. Even Millicent has her own date for the Snowflake dance this Saturday; Millicent, mean, ugly, Millicent has someone to go to the party with. And after reforming my ways and sprinkling good fortune among the Hogwarts students, I'm the one alone.
But it wasn't like I just wanted anyone. I wanted him, Harry Golden-Boy Potter. After he was over the punching stage, he was so nice to Draco and Blaise even though they were dating his best friend and his ex-girlfriend, courtesy of my amazing match-making skills. He was the only thing I wanted for Christmas; the reformed bad girl falling for the hero, bring on the clichés.
I never thought he would notice me, though, that was until he caught me staring at him in Charms class, and his smirk was definitely not a good thing. It must have been my imagination, I thought sensibly, because there was no way he could be… planning anything, right? Golden Boy Harry would never think of doing something mean.
While I was gathering my things at the end of class, he started coming closer to me. Oh, Merlin, what should I do? He's either going to have a pleasant conversation with me, or hex me for staring; either way, I was scared shiteless. If this had happened before, I would've sneered and then latched myself onto Draco's arm. I don't know what to do anymore; what did Draco do when I convinced Hermione to start talking to him or what did Blaise do when I tricked him into asking out Ginny? Oh, Merlin, what am I going to do –
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Harry Potter smiled at the obviously nervous girl in front of him, "Hey, Pansy. I, um, I heard what you did for Hermione and Draco and Blaise and Ginny. That was really sweet of you."
The black-haired girl blushed and looked down at her desk.
"Anyway, I was just wondering… uh, Pansy, would you like to go to the dance with me?"
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And thus concludes the tale of how Pansy got asked out by her one true love.
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A/n.
Sorry for the OOC Pansy, but I was trying to find the inner good in Pansy. After all, it is Christmas time. Oh, and it was supposed to change from first person to third at the end, just saying, haha :D Hope you liked it, even with all the OOC fluffy-ness!
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