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Chapter 2- The Train

Pansy

Pansy Parkinson, a pretty 15 year old girl, was presently in a rage at Draco Malfoy.

"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING." she screamed as he coward in the corner, a nice shiny palm print on his cheek.

"MESSING AROUND WITH THAT FILTHY WHORE ROMILDA VAINE. WHO KNOWS WHAT KIND OF DISEASES YOUVE PICKED UP."

With a final kick to the shins, she stormed off to find an empty compartment near the back.

Harry

Harry's head barley made it back into the compartment before Pansy walked past it.

"what was that all about?" asked Neville. he seemed afraid that she would come in their compartment and rip him apart.

"It was definetly the nargles, they mess with your emotions you know." piped up Luna from behind The Quibbler.

"Who cares." said Harry. He was already in a foul mood. He had forgoten that Ron and Hermione were prefects this year and that they had in the prefects cabin. But he had to admit, he liked who he was with at the moment.

Neville Longbottom was a round faced, forgetfull boyin Harry's house, Gryfindor. Luna Lovegood was in Ravenclaw, but was the most interesting person. She told the outright truth, even if it hurt, and she only believed in what her father wrote in his magazine.

Harry passed the time with these two by playing an assortment of games. they played gobstones and exploding snap. latter on when the food trolly came by, they had taken turns eating Berttie Bott's Every Flavored Beans.

About an hour latter Ron and Hermione showed up. the festivities remained for a while untill Harry saw a soft ripple of raven hair out of the corner of his eye.

"God dammit" he swore. "How am I supposed to talk to her."

"Who?" asked Ron.

"Cho! I don't know what to say." said Harry exasperated.

"Just do what i did." said Ron.

" Yeah and what was that." snapped Harry.

"I gave Hermione some flowers and said what I really felt."

"And it was Very romantic Ron." purred Hermione.

"Fine." said Harry, glad there was any reason to get out of there.

Pansy

After the hour and a half on the train, Pansy was finally starting to calm down. This was the last straw with Draco, I mean who would do THAT with Romilda Vaine.

"GET THE FUCK OUT!" screamed a girls' voice in the next compartment.

"FINE!" replied a male voice.

Pansy tried to close the compartment door all the way. She, personally, had way to much drama today and didn't want any more. But the screams still came.

"HOW DARE YOU COME IN HERE AND TRY TO ASK ME OUT! AFTER YOU SAW HIM DIE!" and then it all clicked.

Harry

Harry slammed open the compartment door omly to find that pansy was already in there.

"Sorry." he muttered and made to leave but she replied "Don't worry, come on in." so he walked in and sat down.

"Nice flowers." she said with a smirk.

It was then that harry realized that he was still holding the boquet.

"Here do you want them. I understand if you don't, but its such a waste to just throw 'em away."

"Sure." said Pansy as she pulled them close to her self.

"So why aren't you in the same compartment as Malfoy."

Pansy's face darkened a little, not diminishing her good looks, but enhancing them.

"I caught him with his pants down with none other than Romilda Vaine."

"Well i hope you kicked his ass." said Harry hotly.

"Oh I did." said Pansy with her first smile. It made her look absoulutly beautiful in Harry's eyes.

"How bad?" asked Harry.

"You'll see" and started laughing. It was like music to Harry's ears. Wait, said a voice in his mind, this is'nt right. How could i be falling for her. Shes' Slytherin and I'm Gryfindoor. But another, smaller voice said, dose it even matter. So Harry decided that it did'nt and joined in on the laughing thinking that this year might not seem so bad. How wrong he was.