Title: Another Chance, Please
Rating: T
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Anthony Goldstein/Tracey Davis
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em - not making any money off 'em. Dern it.
Word Count: 559
Summary: Anthony messes up.

Notes: In this story, Tracey's a Pure-blood.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Muggle Music - Task 1 - Write a relationship in which one partner tries to make up after a fight. What the other partner(s) decide is up to you. (I think it's a minor key)

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Anthony stared at Tracey. She wore a frown and there was hardness in her eyes that he hated to see. It was the type of hardness she exuded to strangers, not to the people who really knew her. And he didn't want to be treated like a stranger.

He knew he had to talk quickly if he wanted to have any hope in making things right with her.

"I'm sorry," he said.

Tracey crossed her arms. "Sorry for what?"

"For being a jerk?"

"Is that a question or a statement?" Tracy asked, no hints of emotion in her voice.

Anthony felt like he was talking to a brick wall. "It's a statement. I was a jerk. I was a jerk to you, and I was a jerk to your family, and it will be amazing if they ever think I'm good enough for their only child."

Tracey's stance relaxed a bit, but she didn't completely lose the defensiveness. "Why did you act like that? You've always been one of the sweetest guys I know, but the way you acted reminded me of that pompous arse, Macmillan. So, why?"

Anthony took a deep breath. "I was scared. I was meeting your family for the first time, and I was scared I wouldn't be deemed good enough for you because you've been raised to act like a proper Pure-blood, and I'm only a Half-blood. I thought I had to really impress them or they'd forbid me from seeing you."

"So you acted like a jerk? Do you see how illogical that is?" Tracey asked, trying to understand what her boyfriend had been thinking.

Anthony bit his bottom lip. "I was trying to emulate Malfoy, and –"

Tracey interrupted, "Malfoy is the last person you should be trying to copy. What were you thinking? Even most Pure-bloods don't like him. He doesn't have people surrounding him because of feelings of like or respect; it's because they fear retribution. And my family is nothing like Malfoy's. Yes, I'm a Pure-blood, and I was raised with certain customs, but the Davis family isn't bigoted against Half-bloods and Muggle-borns. If we were, why would I have even begun dating you in the first place?"

"I'm sorry," Anthony said once again, even though it sounded trite even to his own ears.

Tracey rolled her eyes. "As it stands, my family doesn't like you now. They do think I'm too good for you, and it's your entire fault."

"What can I do to make things right?" Anthony asked. "I love you. I'll do whatever I can to show them I'm not what they think I am."

Tracey sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "Should I give you another chance? You might just make it even worse if I do."

"Do you love me?" Anthony asked.

"Of course I do. You might be a prat, but that just tells me I have lousy taste in men."

"Then give me another chance, and I won't let you down," Anthony promised.

Tracey took a deep breath. "Fine, I'll set up another dinner with my family in two weeks time. Don't make me regret this," she warned.

Anthony wrapped his arms around Tracey's waist and pulled her so her body was flushed against his. "You won't." He sealed his promise with a searing kiss that made her toes curl.