This story has absolutely nothing to do with Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, but it's still up because it's one of the few stories I've written that I'm proud of.
Unexpected Situations
"I don't believe you!" Hermione shrieked. Ron just looked at her and Harry and shrugged.
"I don't believe you either," Harry told him. Ron grinned.
"I knew you wouldn't," he said, "But please, she isn't really like the other Slytherins."
Harry coughed. "Are you sure this is Pansy Parkinson you're talking about?"
"Yes," Ron replied, almost angrily, "We both happened to be on vacation by the ocean, you know, at one of those boring little towns, and we hung out because our parents were always doing stupid things like look at museums and historical monuments. And then, well - we liked each other…"
"You could afford - I mean, uh, was the ocean nice?" Harry asked. Hermione turned her head away from them both and looked out at the passing countryside. Why? Why did Ron like Pansy Parkinson when he could have her any time he asked? She'd been so sure she'd been making headway with him last year, and now this. Boys were so stupid, they always managed to break your heart.
It was the start of fifth year and they were on the train to Hogwarts. As usual they had a compartment to themselves at the back of the train.
"I visited Viktor Krum this summer," Hermione said suddenly, without knowing why she said it. It certainly wouldn't make Ron jealous. Perhaps last year it had, before Pansy had come and ruined it all.
"Was it nice?" Harry asked. Hermione nodded.
"His house is quite large."
"Well, he's pretty rich I suppose," Ron said.
Suddenly the compartment door swung open and in marched Draco Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle, sneers spread across their faces.
"Ready for another year?" Draco jeered. "Remember, remember what happened last year! Are you ready to face it? Granger, I'm surprised you're not in hiding. Muggles and Mudbloods first!"
Draco had grown over the summer, he was almost as tall as Ron now, and just as tall as Harry (Hermione was shorter than both of them by about half an inch). But he still had the same arrogant swagger, nasty grin, wispy blond hair and peaked face. Harry glared at him.
"You're so ignorant Malfoy," he said quietly. Draco blinked and Crabbe and Goyle clenched their fists.
"Don't bother with him," Draco said to Crabbe, "He's not worth the trouble."
"Oh yeah?" Ron said angrily. "He's escaped You-Know-Who more than once, which is more than you can say!"
"If I met the Dark Lord I wouldn't have to escape from him, pauper," Draco replied smugly. Ron's freckles disappeared into his bright-red face. Hermione grabbed him by his robes, even though he hadn't tried to attack anyone yet.
"I don't think Pansy cares if Ron is a 'pauper'," Harry put in calmly, his green eyes twinkling mischievously. Draco looked confused.
"What do you mean?"
Ron was turning even redder, not from anger this time but from embarrassment. Hermione looked away.
"Haven't you talked to Pansy yet Malfoy?" Harry continued. "It seems she met Ron here over the holidays and discovered they had a lot in common…"
"Pansy talked to you, Weasley?" Draco sneered, but with a slight bit less confidence than before.
"Yes," Ron said, lifting his chin determinedly. Crabbe and Goyle didn't seem to be understanding what was going on and they guffawed without reason.
Draco's face grew a shade paler and he narrowed his eyes. Harry's grin widened.
"She liked him, didn't she Ron?" he said. Ron put his red face in his hands.
"Pansy isn't going out with you," Draco almost whispered.
Hermione looked up with a start and realized from the tone of Draco's voice that Draco had liked Pansy…
"Surprises you, doesn't it Malfoy?" Harry asked.
Malfoy straightened, whirled around, and exited the compartment. Crabbe and Goyle, still sniggering over nothing, followed.
Hermione turned back towards the window and stared out. As if from far away she heard Ron angrily asking Harry why'd he'd had to embarrass him in front of Malfoy. She looked at her hands, then twisted them together. How in the world could Ron have fallen for Pansy? Pansy, the person Hermione had though least likely to be her rival.
She listened to the chug-chug of the train as its wheels covered the thousands of miles to Hogwarts…
So, I've never tried to write a romance before (except for a fanfic called 'Legolas's Story') so if this is really bad please forgive me.
Unexpected Situations
"I don't believe you!" Hermione shrieked. Ron just looked at her and Harry and shrugged.
"I don't believe you either," Harry told him. Ron grinned.
"I knew you wouldn't," he said, "But please, she isn't really like the other Slytherins."
Harry coughed. "Are you sure this is Pansy Parkinson you're talking about?"
"Yes," Ron replied, almost angrily, "We both happened to be on vacation by the ocean, you know, at one of those boring little towns, and we hung out because our parents were always doing stupid things like look at museums and historical monuments. And then, well - we liked each other…"
"You could afford - I mean, uh, was the ocean nice?" Harry asked. Hermione turned her head away from them both and looked out at the passing countryside. Why? Why did Ron like Pansy Parkinson when he could have her any time he asked? She'd been so sure she'd been making headway with him last year, and now this. Boys were so stupid, they always managed to break your heart.
It was the start of fifth year and they were on the train to Hogwarts. As usual they had a compartment to themselves at the back of the train.
"I visited Viktor Krum this summer," Hermione said suddenly, without knowing why she said it. It certainly wouldn't make Ron jealous. Perhaps last year it had, before Pansy had come and ruined it all.
"Was it nice?" Harry asked. Hermione nodded.
"His house is quite large."
"Well, he's pretty rich I suppose," Ron said.
Suddenly the compartment door swung open and in marched Draco Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle, sneers spread across their faces.
"Ready for another year?" Draco jeered. "Remember, remember what happened last year! Are you ready to face it? Granger, I'm surprised you're not in hiding. Muggles and Mudbloods first!"
Draco had grown over the summer, he was almost as tall as Ron now, and just as tall as Harry (Hermione was shorter than both of them by about half an inch). But he still had the same arrogant swagger, nasty grin, wispy blond hair and peaked face. Harry glared at him.
"You're so ignorant Malfoy," he said quietly. Draco blinked and Crabbe and Goyle clenched their fists.
"Don't bother with him," Draco said to Crabbe, "He's not worth the trouble."
"Oh yeah?" Ron said angrily. "He's escaped You-Know-Who more than once, which is more than you can say!"
"If I met the Dark Lord I wouldn't have to escape from him, pauper," Draco replied smugly. Ron's freckles disappeared into his bright-red face. Hermione grabbed him by his robes, even though he hadn't tried to attack anyone yet.
"I don't think Pansy cares if Ron is a 'pauper'," Harry put in calmly, his green eyes twinkling mischievously. Draco looked confused.
"What do you mean?"
Ron was turning even redder, not from anger this time but from embarrassment. Hermione looked away.
"Haven't you talked to Pansy yet Malfoy?" Harry continued. "It seems she met Ron here over the holidays and discovered they had a lot in common…"
"Pansy talked to you, Weasley?" Draco sneered, but with a slight bit less confidence than before.
"Yes," Ron said, lifting his chin determinedly. Crabbe and Goyle didn't seem to be understanding what was going on and they guffawed without reason.
Draco's face grew a shade paler and he narrowed his eyes. Harry's grin widened.
"She liked him, didn't she Ron?" he said. Ron put his red face in his hands.
"Pansy isn't going out with you," Draco almost whispered.
Hermione looked up with a start and realized from the tone of Draco's voice that Draco had liked Pansy…
"Surprises you, doesn't it Malfoy?" Harry asked.
Malfoy straightened, whirled around, and exited the compartment. Crabbe and Goyle, still sniggering over nothing, followed.
Hermione turned back towards the window and stared out. As if from far away she heard Ron angrily asking Harry why'd he'd had to embarrass him in front of Malfoy. She looked at her hands, then twisted them together. How in the world could Ron have fallen for Pansy? Pansy, the person Hermione had though least likely to be her rival.
She listened to the chug-chug of the train as its wheels covered the thousands of miles to Hogwarts…
So, I've never tried to write a romance before (except for a fanfic called 'Legolas's Story') so if this is really bad please forgive me.