Summary: Packed dialogue. The Hogwarts students discuss a girl. A close-to-plotless story with a bit of humour. Rated for language.
Author's Note:This idea jammed up my writing-machine (my mind) and so I had to get it out, so that I could work on the next part of 'All They've Got'. I think this fic will be made into five parts. Maybe more.
Disclaimer: It doesn't own me. I mean, I don't own it. Yes, J.K. Rowling has something to do with it. She owns everything, or something…
TUESDAY
Lunch – The Library"Who's that?"
"Who's what?"
"Her. That girl over there."
"The one with the long hair? Uh, dunno, Harry. Why?"
"Oh, err… I've never noticed her before, that's all."
"Hmm…"
"Don't give me that look!"
"She's pretty."
"No! Ron! No! It's nothing like that, I swear."
"Whatever you say."
"…"
"…"
"…"
"She's a Slytherin, isn't she?"
"Err… yeah."
"Never thought you'd fancy a Slytherin, Harry."
"I don't!"
"Shut it! Do you want Madame Pince to throw us out?"
"Of course not."
"Good, 'cause if I don't finish this before the end of lunch, I'm screwed. Where's
Hermione when you need her?"
"In the Hospital Wing, recovering from your own frequently expressed incompetence at Transfiguration."
"Shut up."
"I don't see why. I mean, it is your own faul -"
"So, this girl of yours –"
"She's not mine."
" - have you ever actually spoken to her?"
"No; she's a Slytherin. But -"
"Then why are you so... interested?"
"I'm not! Just curious. Sort of... look - I don't even know why we're talking about this. I just wanted to know who she was. No big deal."
"I beg to differ."
"Finish your Potions essay."
"Yes, Mother."
Fourth Period – Outside Potions Classroom
"Hey, Seamus! I'm bringin' sexy back!"
"Bitch, please!"
"I hate you."
"You're in denial, Dean."
Evening – The Slytherin Common Room
"Draco, darling!"
"Oh, Lord help me."
"Hmm...? What did you say?"
"Nothing - uh - honey."
"Oh, you're just so cute."
"Malfoys aren't cute, Pansy -"
"I like your hair this way. There's none of that horrid cement-like gel in it. It's so lovely and silky and ooh."
"Don't touch the hair."
"But it's so lovely and silky and ooh."
"So I've heard. Now hands off."
"Eek."
"Ahem. Pansy, er, darling. I want to ask you something."
"Oh! Not now, sweetie; Blaise is watching!"
"Ergh, I don't mean - would you stop giggling – what I'm trying to say is – is there something in your eye?"
"Oh, no, honey. Carry on."
"Fine. I've seen a girl, and –"
"Oh, no!"
"Oh for fuck's sake! Pull yourself together!"
"…"
"Thank you. She's sitting behind you, over your right shoulder – no! Don't look!"
"Well, sor-ry. What right have I to look at the subject of great Draco Malfoy's affections?"
"Malfoys don't have 'affections'."
"…"
"…"
"So? What about her, then? If she's not the sub –"
"Nothing. She's in our year, she's in our House, and I don't know her name. I'm a Malfoy, there's nobody's name that I don't know."
"…"
"…"
"…"
"Tell me her name, Parkinson."
"And what makes you think that I should know? I'm not a Malfoy."
"She's in our year, she's in our house, and she's in your dorm. Give me one reason you shouldn't know her name."
"She's shy. She's in nearly all our classes - why don't you know her name?"
"I've never cared enough to find out."
"And now – all of a sudden – you do?"
"My reasons are of no concern to you. What is her name?"
Late Evening – Griffindor Common Room
"Hermione?"
"Ron, can you save it for the morning? I'm tired."
"No."
"Right. What is it, then?"
"It's about Harry."
"Oh. Okay, then. Goodnight, Ronald."
"No, wait!"
"What?"
"He kept asking me about this Slytherin, today, in the library."
"And the big deal is…?"
"It was a Slytherin girl."
"So?"
"I think he's in love."
"I see. With a Slytherin? And what makes you think that?"
"Uh… it's the only reasonable explanation I can think of?"
"I'll see you in the morning, Ron."
Author's Note:
Part one, complete! Well, you know the drill. The little purple button beckons you. Doesn't have to be an exceptionally long review. Just let me know whether you like it or not. Please?
I get the feeling that Ron's a bit OOC… is he?
Stephanie R.