Loyalty Bound; A Harry Potter Fanfic
Disclaimer: I dun own the Harry Potter lulz.
Chapter Title: Oh, Sorry.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Daphne Greengrass, Pansy Parkinson, Millicent Bulstrode, Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnegan, Hermione Granger
Prompt: Red [011.]
Word Count: 607
Rating: PG
Summary: Daphne and her friends seek entertainment at the expense of others.
Author's Notes: Overall, this story is going to just around a lot in sequence. As in "present," flashback, "present," semi-flashback...though overall go in an order that theoretically will make sense. Hah.
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Typical school day, typical break between classes, typical chatter. Pansy was spouting off something about Draco, once again, though the rest of the girls had long since learned to ignore most of it, though still managing to keep their ears peeled in case anything juicy did manage to surface. Sure, they were tired of her blathering, but who in their right mind would pass up delicious gossip? Certainly not your typical Slytherin girl. Her right leg crossed over her left, Daphne attended to her perfectly manicured fingernails, nodding her blonde head absently every once in a while to let her friend know she was listening. Even Millie Bulstrode, who everyone knew was of lesser ranking among their group (and thus used to hang on Pansy's every word), seemed bored today.
But then, almost like a sign from the heaven's, Neville Longbottom walked by, more than likely on his way to the Gryffindor table to meet his friends. His mama's boy side-part and puppy dog eyes were almost too good to pass up.
Daphne gave no hint to the inner workings of her mind than a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth as she stuck out a black mary-janed foot just as he walked past the girls. True as nature, the poor boy caught up his rather large feet in her petite road block, launching himself forward and face-planting on the stone floor. Books and papers went flying, and the hall erupted in laughter and gasps. Daphne and her friends were nearly rolling on the floor with amusement as Neville, beet red, climbed awkwardly to his feet and scrambled to gather his papers. Daphne looked up from her nails, round blue eyes innocent, and her mouth turned into a small 'o' or surprise.
"Oh, sorry." Her melodic voice dripped with a sugary sneer. Millicent was laughing so hard she was snorting, and Pansy had completely forgotten about her story. Another set of hands arrived to gather the scattered parchment and books, bookworm Hermione Granger along with Seamus Finnegan. The latter of the two newcomers straightened his back, facing the snickering girls.
"You think that's funny do yeh? Why don't you sod off, Greengrass, you bint." Laughter died off, eyes turning to the fair-haired girl whose gaze narrowed at the boy with the red and gold tie. She climbed to her feet, meeting him nose to nose (or as close in height of nose to nose as was possible, since she was a half-head shorter than him), giving him her steely glare.
"Why don't you make me, Finnegan?" She challenged, giving him a snarky grin. Seamus, offset by this, cleared his throat and appeared awkward standing in front of her. Daphne's grin grew wider and she leered at him. "What, you can't hit a girl, right? Don't throw around your words if you can't back them up." At this, Seamus pulled his wand from his pocket and aimed it at Daphne's face, his cheeks burning a heated red, to which Daphne's eyes widened, but she didn't back down. Hermione, though, had just finished helping Neville pick up his things, and took Seamus by the elbow, steering him away from the confrontation.
"Don't worry about them, guys. They're more trouble than they're worth, come on." Hermione offered her own displeased glare at the Slytherin girls, who simply sneered and laughed at the retreating trio. Seamus allowed himself to be steered away, his wand hand dropping, though he looked back over his shoulder with a promising glare at the girl who had made him feel so inferior with that toxic, shallow beauty of hers.