"Watch it, Longbottom!"
Neville had accidentally tripped Pansy Parkinson, and her books and parchment were scattered everywhere. Students started coming out of their classrooms, and she groaned when they did not seems to bloody see that they were stepping all over her things.
"Pansy, I am so sorry!" Neville said as he offered her a hand, since she was still sprawled on the floor. She pointedly ignored the hand, stood up, gathered her ruined belongings, and walked away, but not before saying:
"It's Parkinson to you, Longbottom."
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Neville sighed, and went to the library to wait for Pansy. He was her tutor, after all.
He waited…
…and waited…
…and waited…
And then he remembered.
He broke off the tutorials.
He made his way back to the Gryffindor Tower.
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Pansy lay in bed, and looked at the clock next to her. Usually, she would be in the library by this time. But due to her stupidity, that would no longer happen.
Because of her stupid mouth, she could kiss Neville Longbottom goodbye.
Figuratively.
Literally, she couldn't. She wanted to kiss him right now, actually, but she didn't want to kiss him goodbye. She couldn't kiss him anyway and…
…she was ranting, talking gibberish.
She must be going mad!
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"Miss Parkinson, may I have a word with you?" Professor Sprout said after Herbology.
Pansy nodded. "Yes, Professor?"
"Miss Parkinson…what happened to you?"
"I don't know what you're talking about, Professor." Pansy lied.
Professor Sprout sighed, and gave Pansy her latest paper; a big F in red ink dominated the top right corner.
"You were doing so well, Pansy."
Pansy pretended to be absorbed with her shoes. "Sorry, Professor. I'll try harder next time."
They both knew she wouldn't.
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"Are you okay, mate?" Asked Harry. Ron had been extremely preoccupied lately.
"I'm fine, Harry. I've just been tired."
"Right…is there anything I can do?"
"Sorry, Harry…it's a personal issue."
"Well. I'm off to bed then."
He made a sound that could've been a "bye", but Harry wasn't sure. He shrugged and went off to bed.
Once his best friend was out of sight, Ron walked out of the Gryffindor quarters, not knowing where he was going. It didn't really matter, anyway.
He had just entered the Quidditch pitch when a voice spoke behind him.
"What are you doing here, Weasley?"
"What are you doing here, Bullstrode?"
"I was looking at the stars. Goodbye."
Ron was bewildered. What was that?! Surely he deserved more than that, more of a reaction from her?
"Bullstrode!"
"What?"
"I'm sorry."
"It's too late for that. It's not the same anymore. What we had…it was nothing, you know."
"Liar."
Millicent's eyes narrowed. "You have the fucking guts to call me a LIAR? After what you did? You EGOTISTICAL WEASLEY BASTARD!"
This was not the Millicent he liked.
"I said I was sorry." He said quietly.
She scowled. "Well sorry is far from enough."
"Will you at least LISTEN to me?" Ron was frustrated at her stubbornness.
"You don't exactly deserve to be listened to."
"You know what? FINE. I'll stop. I'll go away, but I just want you to remember, when you're all alone years and years from now-"
Millicent readied herself for pain, for hurtful words that he would never take back.
"…you can always come to me." He finished.
She had had enough.
She snogged the boy senseless.
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Neville was just starting to accept the fact that Pansy Parkinson was a Slytherin, heartless bitch when he bumped into her again. He attempted to sneer.
"Well, if it isn't the little Slytherin princess."
Pansy was mildly surprised. He had never insulted anyone before. Sure it wasn't something unbelievably offensive, but she couldn't recall a time Neville had insulted anyone. Maybe she'd rubbed off on him, like he'd rubbed off on her.
"Longbottom. Fancy seeing you here."
"I'm on my way to class."
"I know..."
This was stupid and pointless. "Goodbye, Parkinson."
He turned around to leave. "Goodbye, Neville." She said softly.
He turned back around. "Don't say that."
"It's your name, Neville." She grinned, despite herself and the frown he wore.
"Well people like you aren't supposed to say it."
"People like me?"
"Fuck you."
"Neville, what the hell is wrong with you?!"
"What the hell is wrong with me?! Do you know what you've DONE?"
Neville had no idea how anyone could make him so livid. He was a nice person!
Well you're not being very nice now, are you?
I don't care. It's time to set things right.
"What the hell have I done to you?!"
She was joking. She didn't understand? She had to be joking!
"Parkinson, you don't just make a deal with somebody, and not live up to it. You don't ask help from someone, and be irritable and ungrateful. You don't KISS ME, and pretend like nothing happened! YOU'VE DONE EVERYTHING WRONG!"
She turned pale. "The deal…."
It was what she had forgotten all about.
"Yes, the deal! You said you'd make me…popular, and only now do I realize how stupid it is! But I don't care anymore! It's not about that to me anymore!"
"…what is it about then?"
"Can you not make everything hard for people for once?"
"I'm sorry, Longbottom, but I don't understand, and I can't afford to be late for Potions."
"Why do you always push people away?"
"It's in my nature."
"I don't believe that."
"Can I be excused, now, Longbottom?" she said, sarcasm dripping.
"I just want to know why you won't…"
"Why I won't what?"
"You won't let anything work between us."
"…goodbye."
Pansy ran.
She ran away, just like she always did.
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"Pansy! WAIT! I'M CALLING YOU PANSY! YOU SHOULD STOP RUNNING! PANSY!"
Pansy sprinted as fast as she could, her bag full of parchment, quills, and books cumbering and slowing her movement greatly. She ran to the dungeons, knowing she must be late.
And still he followed.
"PANSY! PLEASE!"
Please.
No. She couldn't face him.
This situation reminded her of the night they first kissed. They had been running from Ron and Millicent that night.
She heard footsteps stop behind her.
He had given up, and still she ran. He called after her.
"Fine! You hear me? Fine! I've given up! I'm done with you! You and your total fear of being LOVED!"
Anger raged within her. She was angry at him because he was right. She was angry at herself for allowing him to be right.
How dare he! Smart ass bastard!
She stopped running, and turned back, walking briskly to him. He was going to get it.
"I am not afraid of being loved!"
"That's the biggest lie I've ever heard!"
"You don't even have the RIGHT to say that! You don't even know me!"
"You're right. I don't. Because you won't let me."
"Why would I let you?"
"You kissed me!"
"SO?"
"THAT MEANS SOMETHING!"
"NO IT DOESN'T!"
"WHY NOT?"
"SHUT UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE!"
"Oh! I get it, Pansy! I get it!"
It took everything he had to say this, to hurt her.
"You're the Slytherin….unh….you're the Slytherin whore. You don't care, do you? You don't care who you kiss, it's all meaningless to you!"
Her fist connected with his nose. She did have beautiful aim.
She was shaking. "Don't you ever, ever call me that."
The blood dripped from his nose to the ground, and he wiped his nose on his sleeve.
"Sorry."
Neville, his conscious said, what the hell are you thinking? You don't call someone a whore and say sorry ten seconds after! You coward!
Pansy couldn't help it, she snorted.
"Longbottom, you are pitiful."
"SORRY!"
She rolled her eyes. "Have you ever heard of magic, Longbottom?" A simple spell, and the blood was gone, his nose look as if nothing happened.
He looked sheepish.
"Goodbye, Longbottom."
"Please, Pansy?"
"Please what?"
He kissed her. She pushed him off.
"Don't do that!"
"Did you feel anything?"
She shook her head. She was a good liar.
Supposedly.
"Admit it, Pansy."
"No. We're too different, nothing can ever happen, as much as you want it to, nothing can! Don't you see? We're from different sides! Different worlds! Forget it!"
"Stop pushing people away! What the hell are you afraid of?!"
"I don't deserve it!" There. She had said it.
"WHAT?"
"You heard me. I don't! My father said so!" Her eyes watered, but she refused to cry.
"And you believed him? How can anybody be stupid enough to believe something like that?"
"Who cares?!"
"I do! I care! I-"
"Stop it!"
"Pansy, please, I-"
He wouldn't SHUT UP! How stubborn can a person be?
Fine. He wouldn't shut up, she would make him.
She covered his mouth with hers.
…how effective.
And damn, was Pansy Parkinson late for Potions that day.
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THE END
A/N: Bwahah, I decided to be mean and stop it there. :D Long dialogue, huh?
Heehee. I think I'll edit some chapters though and put more detail and feelings.
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