A/N: Okay. I was given a pairing of Padma/Crabbe. I attempted, many times, to try and write a serious romance fic involving the two of those, but regardless of what angle I tried to take, I couldn't get my fingers to hit the keys.
So this was written humorously, my first humor fanfiction ever.
The one thing Crabbe loved more than food was deep skinned girls. Not darkgirls, but deep skinned ones. Like the Patils.
He watched both the twins walk past him the other day, and examined the difference between their faces. If somebody liked a thick girl, let me tell you, it was Vincent Crabbe. The facial structure differed between slender and thick with the sisters. Padma was lucky enough to have the thicker face, a feature that Crabbe could not simply look over.
Today, she was walking by herself to class. Crabbe tapped her on the shoulder, and managed to hand her a cookie from his stash. Padma, famished from skipping lunch, gaped at the offer and took it without a word.
"Thank you, so much!" She said between chews. "You don't know how hungry I was!"
"Some people call me a mind reader," he said. "I'm fantastic at divination."
"What was your name again?" she asked. A bit of chocolate escaped her mouth and landed on her cheek. Crabbe noticed this.
"Crabbe," he said. "Yours?"
"Padma." Crabbe grinned, and scooped up the bit of chocolate from her cheek with his finger. He ate the chocolate, winking at her as he did so.
"Come by the Slytherin dungeons sometime if you're ever...hungry again."
Padma blushed through her Indian skin, and walked away with a giggle.
And it seemed like Crabbe had his eyes on something sexy, this time not a pastry, but a girl.