Be Aggressive

discliamer-please refer to summeray

Chapter 1-Only the start

Pansy skillfully intertwined her and her boyfriends fingers so as to successfully broadcast there togetherness. It made Daphne sick.

All those years of complaining, and gossiping behind his back, and there she was, nestling up against his arm. Fiddling with his hair. Making cute talk. Disgusting. And she didn't even have anyone to complain to about it, for Pansy was her best friend. Some best friend she was though, getting all familiar with HER guy. But he wasn't HER guy, he was dating Pansy. What was so great about Pansy anyway, Daphne was twice if not three times as pretty as her.

She just had to be patient, her time would come. There love would fade, as first love does, and then, the boy would be hers.

"And I thought I was lazy." Blaise snickered, peering over at Daphne's homework.

"Excuse me?"

"Your essay…that's a sentence." Blaise stated, jabbing the paper with an accusing finger.

"It is concise and to the point." Daphne replied haughtily, nose in the air.

"Well McGonagall's point will be that she assigned ten to twelve inches."

Daphne gave Blaise a death glare that could burn holes into your skin.

"What's got your panties in a bunch?"

"Blaise, shoo" Pansy waved a dismissive hand at Blaise as she took the seat besides Daphne.

With a, yes your highness and mock bow Blaise left, far less happy then when he had arrived.

"Daphne." Pansy started once Blaise had gone.

"Mmmph."

"Have you ever been in love?" Pansy rested her head in her hands, staring dreamingly into the abysses.

"Something like that." Daphne stated bitterly.

"Isn't it just, wonderful." Pansy voice was light as air as she absentmindedly twirled a strand of her butterscotch locks.

"Just grand!" Daphne dryly gave her sarcasm drenched reply.

"Yeahhhh" Pansy sighed in content.

Daphne scanned her Transfiguration notes, making additions to her essay. Settling with eight inches Daphne rolled up her parchment and began packing her notes. Pansy had fallen asleep with her head resting in her palms, propped up by the elbow. Daphne nudged Pansy's chair just enough for her elbows to slid out of place as she passed and died with laughter at the 'thump' and Pansy's hiss of pain which sounded distinctly like a certain 'F' word.

"Oh it's funny now Daphne, but remember I know where you sleep." Pansy seethed as Daphne propped herself against the wall for she was laughing so hard she was in danger of falling.

"Oh?" Daphne gasped. "And. What exactly. Are you going. To do. Mph?" Daphne choked out between giggles. Pansy got up and ran over, jumping into a piggy bag, to which Daphne protested, and whilst laughing informed her that,

"I'm going to rip every pretty hair out of your pretty little head." She proceeded by making a tornado site out of Daphne's strawberry blonde hair while Daphne whined about it, flapping her arms in attempts to get her to stop.

Eventually Pansy jumped off and with a playful smirk claimed that, "This is only the start."

AN*do you wanna get into the real stuff? if so review, becuase if you don't i'll take my time about it, which very well may be forever.