Chapter Six
Not On My Agenda
Blaise felt a hard shove into her ribs. She looked to see Pansy sitting next to her.
"Ow, what the hell do you want?" Blaise said irritably looking at her friend.
"Did you just see that?" Pansy asked, way too happily, in Blaise's opinion, for 9AM.
"All I want to see is a nice warm bed," Blaise said, taking a sip of her tea. "Why what did I miss?"
Pansy huffed and rolled her eyes. Blaise took another sip of her tea and rolled her eyes as well, she just wish Pansy would spit out whatever it was she wanted to gossip about. Sally-Anne came in, also looking way too damn perky.
"Did you see that?!" she squealed.
"What?" Blaise asked, even more irritably.
"You saw it too?" Pansy asked, clearly delighted. The two of them shared knowing looks and Blaise thought that she was about to explode.
"Would you two just bloody tell me!" she finally yelled. Most of the Ravenclaws, including Padma, turned and stared at her. She gave them a nasty look and they went back to their business.
"Fred Weasley likes Granger," Pansy finally said.
"I'm trying to eat!" Blaise replied. She shuddered at the thought of anybody liking Granger.
"I know, I know, but it's perfect," Sally-Anne said with glee.
"We send a note to Granger from Weasley, then we send a note to Bell from the other Weasley and vice versa, they won't even know what's going to hit them!" Pansy said, low enough for only Blaise and Sally-Anne to hear.
"Do you think that they'll fall for it?" Blaise asked, raising an eyebrow. "Even Gryffindors aren't that stupid."
"I guess you're right Blaise, that would be a little too easy for them to figure out, wouldn't it?" Pansy said, looking thoughtful.
"I think that doing anything too soon wouldn't be wise ladies," someone said. Blaise knew who the person with the familiar drawl was already.
"Morning Draco," Blaise said, taking a bit of toast. "And I must say that I agree."
"Especially since I narrowly escaped death from one Fred Weasley," he replied, sliding into the seat next to her. She smiled at him and couldn't help but notice how good he looked this morning. Was it just this morning or was it every morning? She shook her head. Boys were not on her agenda. Especially not boys like Draco Malfoy.
"What happened?" Pansy asked.
"He stalked out of the hall, muttering something, I only caught Granger and asinine, and then I was merely headed into the entrance, when he decided that he had grown roughly the size of an elephant and needed the whole doorway, and he shoved me out of the way," Draco said, stirring his tea. Blaise noticed Pansy give Draco a flirty smile and he returned the smile. Blaise rolled her eyes. Draco was definitely not on her agenda.
"Hermione wait up!" Hermione turned to see Padma running after her a huge grin on her face. "Are you headed to Arithmancy?"
"Yes, I was just going to stop by the Tower and pick up my books, want to walk with me?" Hermione asked.
"Actually yes," Padma replied, still with the stupid grin. "What happened at breakfast?"
"I ate," Hermione replied, very confused.
"No, no, with Fred," Padma said, rolling her eyes.
"Oh, I'm not exactly sure," Hermione replied. "I was too busy thinking about how I would have rather ate at the Ravenclaw table. Honestly if they would only talk it out, they would discover rather easily that this whole thing is a set up, but they're all too stubborn to."
"True," Padma began. "But that's not what I was talking about. I was wondering if you noticed a certain Weasley stomping out of breakfast this morning, saying how much he didn't like you, when the opposite is rather obvious." Hermione gave Padma a funny look and she could hear Padma sigh. "Fred?"
"Oh that," Hermione said.
"Yes that."
"Fred Weasley does not like me. He said it himself. Besides the day that Fred Weasley, or any other male for that matter, likes me is the day that I grow a second head," Hermione said crossly.
"I hope you have fun with that second head," Padma muttered, soft enough for Hermione not to hear.
"Padma says that we're overreacting," Parvati said, later that day during dinner. "She says that if we opened our eyes wide enough that we'd see why all this happened."
"Bullocks," replied Ginny.
"Exactly," Parvati replied. "Just because she's in Ravenclaw she thinks she knows everything. Well I've got news for her. Seamus Finnigan is a no good…"
Fred was about to scream. He had listened to the three of them go on and on about the topic of Harry, Seamus, and Ron for most of the meal, and he was about sick of it. Of course, he had arrived at dinner late, so he was stuck in the only seat that was available, right next to Lavender, who conviently enough was sitting with his little sister and Parvati. He rolled his eyes as they started once again.
"Your sister's right," Fred finally said, once Parvati mentioned Padma's 'asinine' theory once again.
"Not you too," Ginny said.
"He's only siding with them because they're boys, and boys have to stick together," Lavender said.
"No, I fully agree with Padma's theory," Fred said. "And not to side with the boys either."
"Just stay out of it Fred," Ginny said, raising her chin. "We're happy being single."
Liar, Fred thought. He finished off his dinner as quickly as he could and left the Great Hall.
"Hey Fred, wait up!" he turned and saw Harry and Dean Thomas headed towards him.
"What's going on, please tell me that no one else has broken up, please," Fred said.
"No, nothing like that," Harry replied with a bit of a smile. "Just reminding you of Quidditch practice tonight."
"Aye, aye, Captain," Fred said with a mock salute.
Harry and Dean both smiled. "We've told the others already, we've got that game against Ravenclaw coming up and we could use all the extra practice we can get." He nodded in a reply. Ravenclaw was really good this year, and if they weren't careful, they could easily lose to them.
"So what was that display at breakfast, eh?" Dean asked, as they three boys walked to Gryffindor Tower.
"What display?" Fred asked, hoping they weren't referring to him stomping out of breakfast.
"The one where you stomped out screaming that you don't fancy Hermione," Dean replied.
"Oh that," Fred replied, feeling his ears turn red. Harry was now looking at him with a raised eyebrow. "Maybe it's because you all were irritating me to hell."
"To hell?" Harry asked.
"You weren't there," Fred replied. He explained to Harry what happened earlier, and Harry shrugged.
"Girls aren't worth messing with," Harry said.
"You're just saying that because Ginny fancies Neville," Dean retorted. Fred felt like banging his head up against the wall.
"Ginny does NOT fancy Neville, no offense to Neville, he's a nice chap and all, but trust me he doesn't like her," Fred began explaining. "Can none of you see how obviously set up this is?"
"Paranoia," Harry whispered to Dean loud enough for Fred to hear. "George told me that Fred swears that the Slytherins are after us. Mental, totally mental." Dean nodded and Fred let out a scream.
Next Time: More paranoid people that are actually paranoid!
A/N: Yes, I have finally churned out another chapter, if you want to read fics that I actually update more often go read The Truth Revealed, or if you are a Hermione/Fred shipper go read Always. Or…*smiles sweetly* if you really luuuuuuuuurve me go read the rest of my fics.
KUDOS: Maddy, LilyAyl, BeckiebooTwo, D.James, Satan's Lunch Box, love the name, mystical, I thought about that, but I'm kind of attached to Padma and I don't want to make her bitchy, fire faerie, Snufalufagus
Not On My Agenda
Blaise felt a hard shove into her ribs. She looked to see Pansy sitting next to her.
"Ow, what the hell do you want?" Blaise said irritably looking at her friend.
"Did you just see that?" Pansy asked, way too happily, in Blaise's opinion, for 9AM.
"All I want to see is a nice warm bed," Blaise said, taking a sip of her tea. "Why what did I miss?"
Pansy huffed and rolled her eyes. Blaise took another sip of her tea and rolled her eyes as well, she just wish Pansy would spit out whatever it was she wanted to gossip about. Sally-Anne came in, also looking way too damn perky.
"Did you see that?!" she squealed.
"What?" Blaise asked, even more irritably.
"You saw it too?" Pansy asked, clearly delighted. The two of them shared knowing looks and Blaise thought that she was about to explode.
"Would you two just bloody tell me!" she finally yelled. Most of the Ravenclaws, including Padma, turned and stared at her. She gave them a nasty look and they went back to their business.
"Fred Weasley likes Granger," Pansy finally said.
"I'm trying to eat!" Blaise replied. She shuddered at the thought of anybody liking Granger.
"I know, I know, but it's perfect," Sally-Anne said with glee.
"We send a note to Granger from Weasley, then we send a note to Bell from the other Weasley and vice versa, they won't even know what's going to hit them!" Pansy said, low enough for only Blaise and Sally-Anne to hear.
"Do you think that they'll fall for it?" Blaise asked, raising an eyebrow. "Even Gryffindors aren't that stupid."
"I guess you're right Blaise, that would be a little too easy for them to figure out, wouldn't it?" Pansy said, looking thoughtful.
"I think that doing anything too soon wouldn't be wise ladies," someone said. Blaise knew who the person with the familiar drawl was already.
"Morning Draco," Blaise said, taking a bit of toast. "And I must say that I agree."
"Especially since I narrowly escaped death from one Fred Weasley," he replied, sliding into the seat next to her. She smiled at him and couldn't help but notice how good he looked this morning. Was it just this morning or was it every morning? She shook her head. Boys were not on her agenda. Especially not boys like Draco Malfoy.
"What happened?" Pansy asked.
"He stalked out of the hall, muttering something, I only caught Granger and asinine, and then I was merely headed into the entrance, when he decided that he had grown roughly the size of an elephant and needed the whole doorway, and he shoved me out of the way," Draco said, stirring his tea. Blaise noticed Pansy give Draco a flirty smile and he returned the smile. Blaise rolled her eyes. Draco was definitely not on her agenda.
"Hermione wait up!" Hermione turned to see Padma running after her a huge grin on her face. "Are you headed to Arithmancy?"
"Yes, I was just going to stop by the Tower and pick up my books, want to walk with me?" Hermione asked.
"Actually yes," Padma replied, still with the stupid grin. "What happened at breakfast?"
"I ate," Hermione replied, very confused.
"No, no, with Fred," Padma said, rolling her eyes.
"Oh, I'm not exactly sure," Hermione replied. "I was too busy thinking about how I would have rather ate at the Ravenclaw table. Honestly if they would only talk it out, they would discover rather easily that this whole thing is a set up, but they're all too stubborn to."
"True," Padma began. "But that's not what I was talking about. I was wondering if you noticed a certain Weasley stomping out of breakfast this morning, saying how much he didn't like you, when the opposite is rather obvious." Hermione gave Padma a funny look and she could hear Padma sigh. "Fred?"
"Oh that," Hermione said.
"Yes that."
"Fred Weasley does not like me. He said it himself. Besides the day that Fred Weasley, or any other male for that matter, likes me is the day that I grow a second head," Hermione said crossly.
"I hope you have fun with that second head," Padma muttered, soft enough for Hermione not to hear.
"Padma says that we're overreacting," Parvati said, later that day during dinner. "She says that if we opened our eyes wide enough that we'd see why all this happened."
"Bullocks," replied Ginny.
"Exactly," Parvati replied. "Just because she's in Ravenclaw she thinks she knows everything. Well I've got news for her. Seamus Finnigan is a no good…"
Fred was about to scream. He had listened to the three of them go on and on about the topic of Harry, Seamus, and Ron for most of the meal, and he was about sick of it. Of course, he had arrived at dinner late, so he was stuck in the only seat that was available, right next to Lavender, who conviently enough was sitting with his little sister and Parvati. He rolled his eyes as they started once again.
"Your sister's right," Fred finally said, once Parvati mentioned Padma's 'asinine' theory once again.
"Not you too," Ginny said.
"He's only siding with them because they're boys, and boys have to stick together," Lavender said.
"No, I fully agree with Padma's theory," Fred said. "And not to side with the boys either."
"Just stay out of it Fred," Ginny said, raising her chin. "We're happy being single."
Liar, Fred thought. He finished off his dinner as quickly as he could and left the Great Hall.
"Hey Fred, wait up!" he turned and saw Harry and Dean Thomas headed towards him.
"What's going on, please tell me that no one else has broken up, please," Fred said.
"No, nothing like that," Harry replied with a bit of a smile. "Just reminding you of Quidditch practice tonight."
"Aye, aye, Captain," Fred said with a mock salute.
Harry and Dean both smiled. "We've told the others already, we've got that game against Ravenclaw coming up and we could use all the extra practice we can get." He nodded in a reply. Ravenclaw was really good this year, and if they weren't careful, they could easily lose to them.
"So what was that display at breakfast, eh?" Dean asked, as they three boys walked to Gryffindor Tower.
"What display?" Fred asked, hoping they weren't referring to him stomping out of breakfast.
"The one where you stomped out screaming that you don't fancy Hermione," Dean replied.
"Oh that," Fred replied, feeling his ears turn red. Harry was now looking at him with a raised eyebrow. "Maybe it's because you all were irritating me to hell."
"To hell?" Harry asked.
"You weren't there," Fred replied. He explained to Harry what happened earlier, and Harry shrugged.
"Girls aren't worth messing with," Harry said.
"You're just saying that because Ginny fancies Neville," Dean retorted. Fred felt like banging his head up against the wall.
"Ginny does NOT fancy Neville, no offense to Neville, he's a nice chap and all, but trust me he doesn't like her," Fred began explaining. "Can none of you see how obviously set up this is?"
"Paranoia," Harry whispered to Dean loud enough for Fred to hear. "George told me that Fred swears that the Slytherins are after us. Mental, totally mental." Dean nodded and Fred let out a scream.
Next Time: More paranoid people that are actually paranoid!
A/N: Yes, I have finally churned out another chapter, if you want to read fics that I actually update more often go read The Truth Revealed, or if you are a Hermione/Fred shipper go read Always. Or…*smiles sweetly* if you really luuuuuuuuurve me go read the rest of my fics.
KUDOS: Maddy, LilyAyl, BeckiebooTwo, D.James, Satan's Lunch Box, love the name, mystical, I thought about that, but I'm kind of attached to Padma and I don't want to make her bitchy, fire faerie, Snufalufagus