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House: Ravenclaw

Pairing: Pansy Parkinson/Ron Weasley

How strange

You know I think it's strange

Just a little bit deranged

That you think I'll change to make you happy

Lyrics © Emily Autumn

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"You expect me to change how I am, because I'm not adequate?"

They were both upset, yet she managed to stay calm and collected, while he simply didn't.

She watched him run a hand trough his hair impatiently. Typical Gryffindor attitude – messing around with the hair instead of getting to the point. In her opinion, their stupidity was often mistaken for 'courage' and they weren't all that worthy of their reputation.

Sure, he was handsome - and rather cute too - she gave him that, but he obviously didn't understand that she was not like the rest of the delusional women crumpled up in the kitchen. She would not slave away while the 'men' (more like hormonal boys) got to play Quidditch in the background.

She agreed that the sport was distasteful – and she would not, in a million years, wish to mount a broom and fly aimlessly while tangling her hair into impossible knots and getting a sun burn – however, she did not wish to wash dirty plates (that didn't belong to her) when she was a guest either.

She ought to have known visiting his family would be far away from a fairy-tale. She'd never believed in true love. True love couldn't exist, because neither did perfect people. Only insane Hufflepuffs or hot-headed Gryffindors believed that there could be someone ideal for everyone.

Yet, when the boy who'd cracked her little stone heart (a reputation she'd earned because thirteen-year-olds were jealous, and lacked creativity) with candy from Honeydukes and lame jokes told her he wanted to introduce her to his family, she actually thought they'd accept her. Or at least try to, because, weren't poor people supposed to love everyone?

Instead, all she got were glares (prejudiced old-coots) and tasks given by his mother (who obviously had issues with letting the boys go). She'd stopped rasping dirt from a plate when her nail broke (her newly manicured nail), but instead of understanding her dilemma what's-her-name (it's not as if the middle-aged woman knew her name either) told Ron to come and scold her.

Ridiculous. At first she was quite sure he'd just kiss her in some secluded room instead of lecturing her about her manners (Please, she knew how to greet people in five different languages), but of course she was wrong. He was a Mummy's boy.

Just like Draco (why did she always pick those?), but unlike Ginny she would not go out of her way to please what's-her-name like the younger girl did with Aunty Cissa. The redhead before her should like her because of what she was. A sexy, bitch-y, spoilt, rich girl - not a house-elf disguised with fancy jewellery.

"Couldn't you at least try?" he interrupted her thoughts, pleading.

"I did," she answered, before adding. "Until I broke a nail."

"Well, you didn't try hard enough!" he exclaimed impatiently – obviously wishing she'd just clap her hands and skip to it so that he could go play with the other boy's outside.

It was actually kind of disappointing that he was the same person who'd defended her before his best friend after the later made the old and wasted comments about the shape of her nose (the busy-haired girl – Hermion-ninny - was obviously jealous that she wasn't as cute.)

"I don't remember scolding you after you ruined Mother's dress," she spit out venomously eyeing the freckled (and now hesitant) face.

"It's not the same," he countered.

She closed her eyes – this wasn't even funny anymore. Except if one believed that Ron actually thought she'd change her 'manners' for him and his rude, obnoxious, noisy family.

"Yes it is," she said slowly. "It is, and you ought to be deranged to believe I ever change for the likes of you," she added before exciting the messy room and heading outside, ignoring everyone else. She saw the youngest Weasley lower her face, disappointed.

What Ginny didn't understand was that she could change all she wanted for Malfoy (swap her nickname for Ginerva, and rush around doing errands for Aunty) but Pansy Parkinson wasn't anybody's bitch.

She was free, and if true love existed she'd take a guess and say nobody had to change for it. How strange.

Reviews are much appreciated :)

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

After several drop-outs from the challenge Tat (tat1312) asked me to take part in it. I am filling in for a Ravenclaw participant and I'll try my best to make all Claw's proud. I decided to write a more humorous piece since all the responses I had viewed so far took a more serious route. I hope you enjoyed this little piece of spoilt/rich girl Pansy, even though my response is rather literal in interpreting the lyrics. ^_~

Sorry for any cringe-worthy mistakes.

Also, thank you to SoUsay234 (Slytherin) for helping me with a general/quick SP&G check.