"What the hell is that supposed to be?"
Blaise sighed, wondering why Pansy had even signed up for the Muggle Studies option if she was going to insult and mock every single item the Professor brought out to teach. It was getting monotonous. They needed something slightly different, and Blaise was certain that there was at least someone who wanted to learn something from this class.
"A computer, Miss Parkinson. Please don't interrupt me," Professor Whittlestone told Pansy sternly, her eyes locked on the girl who had finally found her seat in front of Blaise. The glare didn't seem to have any effect on Pansy, probably because this was how every lesson started. Everyone had gotten used to it, even Granger had stopped hissing in frustration from somewhere in the front of the class at Pansy's actions. Why Granger wanted to take a class she clearly knew more than the Professor in, was beyond Blaise's comprehension. She didn't even need a head start in any of her subjects with that amount of studying she did.
"Sounds about as useless as this class."
Blaise had seen the machine before. His mother, while pureblood, as not above finding people to fiddle with the useful things she found in the muggle world - Arthur Weasley was not the only wizard fascinated with muggle things. That device was one of them, and it had been the only thing Blaise could agree with his mother on its usefulness, although he tended to find the games on it far more amusing. Who would think clicking a button could kill you by setting of a… a… mind? Mine? He couldn't remember exactly what it was.
"If you're going to be a prat about it, why did you even take this option?" Granger demanded suddenly, as if Pansy's comment had been directed straight at her and not at the object lying rather uselessly on the table. Blaise knew that the computer was as good as useless to most of the people here, as most of the muggleborns, who probably had an idea of what was going on, hadn't taken the elective, and the purebloods and halfbloods who were actually taking the class… would probably need to be imperioused to actually manage to get something right, or even turn the machine on. It would be a small miracle if the Professor herself managed to turn the computer on. That may actually be a start.
"I don't exactly need the other stuff, or any of this, now do I, Granger? I'm not a plebeian like you, who is going to spend the rest of her life working."
"Oh please, that's only because you haven't got nearly enough brain cells to work," Granger shot back, and Blaise winced. He had never seen Granger, or any other Gryffindor for that matter, get that vicious. For all their righteousness and whatever, they never became cruel, at least not intentionally.
"You'd probably get kicked out of the first job you even tried doing, Parkinson. It's a wonder you've even managed to pass, your intelligence must actually be on the level of Crabbe and Goyle!"
Pansy looked affronted, and opened her mouth to retort but was interrupted by Professor Whittlestone.
"Enough! Miss Parkinson, if you are not interested in my class, please leave. Miss Granger, I really did expect better from you."
Blaise sighed. The rest of the lesson would be incredibly boring after this. Pansy tended to make everything just that much more bearable with her attitude of distaste for everything around her.
Other than Draco. Something that annoyed Blaise to no end, because Pansy would be coming to him for help after dinner instead of bothering Draco.
Stupid Malfoy.
Written for Flying Lessons: Blaise/Pansy [muggle computer] - beginnings