Disclaimer: I don't own Happy Potter, or these characters, nor am I making any money off of this story.
I Wouldn't Know
Chapter 4-
He gripped his quill tightly, so tightly it nearly snapped.
Dear Diary...
Dear Journal, no
How do you bloody start these things anyway?
Harry, ew
Potter is a fucking
He's a bloody
Sodding
Fuck…
He ripped the page out, crumpled it and threw it to the floor.
He pointed his wand at it lazily.
"Inscendio!"
It burst into flames.
-tgib-
Three weeks had flown by since the Potions room incident. Harry had been glum the whole time, gaining questions from Ron and Hermione, and even one concerned look from Draco, which quickly turned into a scowl. He was dying to speak to someone about this, he loved his friends to death but Ron would flip and Hermione would have a conniption. He wanted neither of his friends to have a fit.
So he kept it to himself.
Even when Pansy was all over Draco again.
Of course Draco didn't seem the least bit happy she'd left him alone for a gloriously beautiful week and a half before falling at her knees and begging for him back. He didn't take her back of course, but he humored her it seemed.
Anything to soothe the whiny little bitch.
But it still wasn't enough.
Halloween was two weeks away and Harry expected he'd be sitting in his dorm alone reading or doing homework he really didn't care too much for.
That was until he found out about Spirit of Samhain.
"What?" Harry asked his best friend, at the mention of the ancient Celtic holiday.
"The Ravenclaws…Its Lisa Turpin's birthday remember?"
"So?"
"She's having some kind of party thing because she's turning 17 on Halloween," he said smiling, "I want to go because I know Luna will be there, I've been wanting to stick it to her for years, and Cho will be there of course," he continued, "Turpin's her best mate. Maybe we'll both get laid tomorrow night."
"You want to shag Luna?" He said his face turning up in confusion. He had really believed Ron and Hermione would be an item.
"Hell yeah, thought everyone did. Anyone that crazy has got to be killer in the sack."
-tgib-
He was only going for the alcohol.
There would be no other reason for him to go to that Irish wrench's 'Spirit of Samhain' birthday party.
He suspected, he'd hate every one there and he was right.
Especially Harry Potter.
There he was looking all nervous, being smothered by that…Ravenclaw what was her name?
Cho Cha?
No…that couldn't be right…
He chuckled at the smug looking Weasley who was courting that weird blond with the magazine…
-tgib-
Harry had known it was a costume party, he took advantage of that and simply covered his scar with some magical cover up Hermione bought at Hogsmeade. Ron had dressed as the Warlock and his Hairy Heart holding a beating mound of fur in his hand. Hermione was a Mermaid, but the Muggle image of a Mermaid, she had charmed her hair to look like it was floating in the ocean. Draco was a Vampire.
Fitting…
When he had finally found his way into a corner far away from Cho Chang, and had the false security that he had finally escaped he plopped down into a chair. He regretted his decision when he found who he was sitting beside.
Parkinson.
A very drunk Pansy Parkinson.
A very drunk Pansy Parkinson.
An extremely positively smashed Pansy Parkinson.
"Oh Harry!" she screeched, putting her arm around his shoulders. He could smell the alcohol on her breath, he figured she'd mixed many drinks, he couldn't distinctly tell what it was. She had a horn in the center of her forehead…
"Oh goody," she cooed again "Someone who hates Draco almost as much as I do." She placed her hand on her chest for emphasis.
Harry stared at her in disgust, but this could be interesting.
"In fact, I hate everyone here," She continued, "Except you of course," she added fakely, "Look," She waved her hand clumsily at the scene in the room.
"Look at what?"
"Just look, this party is terrible!" she nearly yelled. "I'm only here for the alcohol."
'Clearly'
"This room is chock full of the 6 types of people you never invite to a party!" She pulled the horn from her face.
Harry shook his head, "What Parkinson?"
"Exhibit A: The Slut." She pointed at Ginny, "She's wearing a red tube top that also reveals her mid-section and a blue mini-skirt, even though it's a costume party! If you're going to show arm and chest, cover mid and legs, or at least most of the leg."
"Exhibit B: The Control Freak." She didn't even need to say it or point, he looked directly at Hermione who was lifting a glass wiping the wooden desk it had been sitting upon and placing a coaster under the glass as she put it down. Harry found himself actually chuckling. "Besides what is she? Some kind of a human fish..."
Harry didn't bother to explain.
"Exhibit C: The Creepy Kid." She turned to Terry Boot, "Look at him sitting in a corner all…perverted and stuff," the pile of robe at his lap was moving suspiciously his hands hidden from view, Pansy shivered, "Ah…he gives me the willies."
"Exhibit D: The Weirdo." Harry looked over at Luna expecting completely to hear her name, "Neville, and Dean Thomas…they're just strange," she shook her head. "There's also the sub-category, of the guy who chooses to hang out with the weirdos, no offense Harry," she looked back and smiled.
"None taken." Harry leaned in closer and whispered, "You don't think Luna to be a bit weird?"
"Old Loony!" she shouted making Harry wince as Mandy Brocklehurst and Millicent Bulstrode looked at them and giggled. "She's her in her own category, she is! The woman is mad as a hatter! Or atleast that's what she likes to say. Some kind of muggle term…"
"I know…" Harry said looking at Sally Anne Perks as she walked by with a tray, Pansy grabbed a full shot glass off of it and downed it. He decided he'd take one too.
"That Millicent Bulstrode is almost as ugly as her name," she stopped and nodded her head, "No…she's uglier."
He really hoped she would get on with it, but she was the best entertainment he'd had all night and she was taking his mind off of Draco if only for a bit.
"Exhibit E: The Attention Whore:" she looked at Lisa Turpin who was surrounded by a large group of friends, she was a fairy today.
"It's her birthday…"
"I know! Her attention seeking is infuriating!" she yelled missing the point. Harry rolled his eyes.
"Oh and last but definitely not least…Exhibit F: Mister Melodramatic Tragedy," she leaned back on the couch and laid her head on Harry's shoulder, "That used to be you sweety, but in light of recent events…" she smirked, "Draco Malfoy, oh poor Queer Draco Malfoy!" she yelled in mock sympathy flailing her arms in the air keeping her head on Harry's shoulder, she looked sort of like a marionette puppet.
"Those articles were wrong," Harry defended him.
"Oh psshah," she slurred. "He can go around telling everyone how his last lay was that Weasle slut, he was always cheating on me you know," she added as a side note, "But that doesn't fix anything, even his own father doesn't believe him. He disowned him you know. Serves him right! Anyone who denies me has got to be gay!"
Harry swallowed trying desperately to contain himself as not to show his anger at her latest comment.
"Draco…and…Ginny?" He inquired slowly.
"Oh yeah, loads of times," she said before popping the olive from the martini glass she had just grabbed into her mouth, "And Theodore too, I think they double teamed her. Surprised it hasn't gotten around."
She turned to him and gave a goofy smile. Harry's fists were still balled as he attempted to keep himself from hitting someone. She was the closest to him and it clearly wasn't her fault so he wasn't going to punch her. Harry didn't know who to be mad at, Ginny or Draco or both.
"But that doesn't matter!" she walked her index and middle finger up Harry's leg laughing. "Draco's nothing! He's left with nothing and we have something in common…"
She leaned in and clumsily pressed her lips against his, he tensed up in disgust but didn't push her away. Draco deserved this, Harry hoped that he would see. He kissed back, the kiss was too wet for Harry's liking but he figured it was all the alcohol making her drool, she placed her hand upon his cheek and pulled away to smile at him drunkenly.
Draco better see this after what he did with Ginny.
He deserved every second.
He kissed her again.
She was right, they did have something in common.
They both hated Draco Malfoy.
-tgib-
A/N: I apologize intensely for that terrible bit of HarryXPansy het...made me want to vomit just typing it...i really hope that didnt cost me any readers...please let me know if it did...but its over now...and it wont happen again...I think...the next chappie will make you happy... I promise :)
I got the inspiration for the people you dont take to parties from a picture slide show on AOL living :)