I pretty much have the vague direction of the story down, but if you guys have any suggestions to make the story better, feel free to leave them in a review, I'd love to hear what you guys think :)
I look at Pansy. Her green eyes stare back. "Granger." Theo walks through the door. His eyes swivel from my panicked expression to Pansy's comforting eyes and then he back tracks quickly. Walking to the door and standing in the frame watching us for a second, "Just tell me now... One of you is pregnant, aren't they? Granger, I thought you knew better!"
"ME!"I stand up, walking closer to him, flipping my hair over my shoulders, "You said 'one of you is pregnant,' and then you say me? Why?"
"Granger I..."
"Why not Pansy?" I fume, "You didn't say 'one of you is pregnant' and then look at both of us. You said me. Not thought needed!"
"Well... You..."
"Shut up, moron." Pansy turns on him, and he holds his hands up. "Just because we are having a private conversation and Granger is upset, doesn't mean she's knocked up!"
He shrugs his shoulders and looks between us again, "No but the moodiness usually is a sign." he smirks cockily, winking at me and then darting out of the way as I take aim with my wand.
Pansy waves his comment away and she continues to pace in front of my desk; looking at the wall, the floor and then finally fixing her eyes on me, "Ignore him, you are the average amount of moody."
"Well, that makes me feel better." I mutter sarcastically and sink into my chair. I run my hand over the lion cub pacing back and forth on the desk, tail between her legs and staying far away from the snake on the other side.
"Huh," Pansy walks forwards and looks closer to the desk, "What are these?"
"Malfoy decorated it," I tell her, smiling and then I realise what I am doing and I school my features.
She looks at me, worried. "So, about Draco." She says, sitting on the edge of my desk and crossing one envy-worthy leg over the other. I want to hate her because she is just so fricking perfect. Perfect hair, she's pretty, not at a loss for male attention, she's a nice person - now, her school years were not her best. But then I remember that she deserves it after how many comments she had to go through in school about being pug nosed.
I bet all of those people wish they hadn't said anything now.
I shove my own thighs under the desk in the square space, in an attempt to conceal them and then I flop my head down on the desk. "Oh hun." She touches my hair lightly and pushes it out of my face so she can see my desk- squished cheek. "I know what it feels like," laughing she picks at her nails. "The unconditional attraction, resulting in being treated like a piece of trash while he looks at every other girl except you." She smiles weakly, "I know, Hermione, what it will be like if you don't look at someone else instead."
"I don't love him, Pansy. It's just a stupid crush, I'll get over it."
"Like your crush on Weasley, how long did that take to get over? Six years?"
"Four, I'm not that pathetic! Plus, I was the one who broke it off after we started dating!" I hiss, "And I know he'd never like me."
She shakes her head, "That's not the point Granger," she says, "Whether he likes you or not, he's a jerk. He dated Astoria Greengrass a year ago. Every night she would cry because he would be so rude and brash and emotionally unavailable with her. I'm not saying you shouldn't crush on him. He's hot, no one can deny it, but just be careful." She walks to the door, "Besides, Theo's always available and he's hot too. Maybe you should just try it with him if you fancy a Slytherin." She winks. Further more, she says this at the exact point in time - this really shows the extent of my luck - that Theodore Nott walks outside my cracked door. Glass, right. I can see his face as he hears.
Thank the lord it's not disgusted. He smirks cockily and winks coyly. "What's up, Granger?" inclining his head he licks his lips slowly. Undeniably sexy, of course, but that is not the point!
"I don't just want a Slytherin. I don't want any Slytherin." I say after Theo has walked away, "Pansy, all I wanted was to vent my growing attraction - that I will never act on - and forget about it."
"Blaise is always available too." She hints, and we both look out of the glass expecting him to round the corner. With my tendency for unfortunate circumstances, we are both sort of surprised when his cropped hair and chiselled features don't seem to be appearing.
I sit there and stare as she walks out of the office. My brain pounds against my skull, and I feel a migraine arriving. Pulling out a bundle of pages that need sorting, I busy myself for the next few hours. Pages fall into files, notes get sorted, labels are made - basically, lots of things get done, but my brain is just as frazzled as before.
Pansy walks in at a quarter to one, and she demands that we break for lunch. I decide not to refute and instead follow her dutifully out of the office, down the stairs and out of the building. She decides to go into Muggle London to get food, and I let her pull me into a small cafe that lies on the side of the road.
Honestly, I would never have noticed it if it were not for Pansy, but Pansy is with me and so I find myself sitting in the comfy, yellow cushioned chairs and sitting waiting for food.
"You ok, Granger?" She asks, her eyes looking at the menu instead of me so I decide to lie.
I grimace to myself, but thankfully she doesn't see, "Yeah."
"I'm sorry about this morning." She says, finally taking her eyes of the laminated, cream coloured card sitting in front of her. "I just don't want to see you get hurt."
I tap my fingers on the table, taking this time to scrutinize my cuticles and hoping that she doesn't see my face flush, "Pansy, I've already told you I only think he's attractive. It's like looking at a picture of a famous person and thinking that they are hot."
She shrugs, "A famous person is not designing an entire penthouse office space for you and coming up with a spell to personalise your desk." She sighs, motioning to the waitress and beckoning her over to take our orders, "Never mind, and just don't say I didn't warn you."
Pansy takes a sip of her drink, "I've decided to ask him out," I say before she can swallow. All of the liquid in her mouth flies out onto the floor. "I'm joking." I say between bouts of laughter, "I just wanted to see you do that!"
"I'm going to kill you!"
I think the only thing that stops her from jumping out of her chair to murder me, is the waitress whose impeccable timing has her asking "What can I get you?" just as Pansy is about to kick her chair out of the way.
I know that it is still quite a few chapters away, but if any one wants to suggest any names for baby Sirius (boy) and baby potter, Than i would love to hear them, (you'd get credit of course :)), but i want super original, cool names :) the more different and amazing the better :D
