A/N Hey peeps! Betcha you weren't expecting that cliffie? Oh I love H/P I don't know why! It just makes no sense, like D/G! But it's very interesting, because you know it will probably never ever happen! Thank you to all my reviewers, but… BUT… I noticed I had hardly any reviewers? You know that makes me cry? Seriously… well actually not much, you know. I'm not going to say if I don't get 10 reviews I'm never writing again, cause I like writing, just I want to hear what you guys think! Well this chapter is in HARRY'S POV! Just so you don't get confused, this chapter is in HARRY'S POV! HARRY! HARRY!
HARRY'S POV (I know, you get the idea, but I don't want flames saying you were confused!)
I had gone mental. I was hugging Pansy Parkinson. Why? Only the lord knows. Even though I thought I was mental, I held on. Why? As I said, only God knows. I started when I heard Pansy start to cry on my shoulder. She didn't care that much about Malfoy did she?
"Pansy, are you ok?" I took by the shoulders and led her over to a bench by the wall. I lifted her chin up so I could look her in the eyes. She was crying, yes definitely crying, but she was what, smirking? I was very confused.
"Oh Harry," she threw her arms around my neck. I frowned, to no one in particular. I put my arm around her as she clung to the front of my robes, crying, yet still smiling. I leaned back into the wall. My face reddened a touch when people walked by, staring. It must look a bit odd, Harry Potter of Gryffindor, cuddling with Pansy Parkinson of Slytherin. I blushed even more when I thought of cuddling. After a bit, Pansy looked up from my shirt.
"Harry, I'm sorry for clinging to you, I don't know what has gotten into me, you probably have Quidditch practice or something," she blushed. I shrugged.
"Nah, no problem Pansy, it's Sunday, I was just planning on reading my godfathers letter," I said more to myself than to Pansy. She stood up.
"No, you aren't leaving me confused as hell. Sit back down," I grabbed her hand and pulled her back onto the bench. She sat down.
"Why would you be confused?" she asked innocently.
"Firstly, you're talking to me… second, you throw yourself at me, crying…yet smiling and…and well Pansy I don't get it!" I said, rather tongue tied as her hand was on my leg. A smile was playing at her lips.
"I wasn't crying about Draco, I was just crying about how happy I was that you actually cared enough to not push me away, when boys from my own house would do that. And just remember what I said Harry Potter, not every Slytherin hates you," she stood up, and before I could protest, she walked away. I stared at her back until I couldn't make out the swinging of her hips anymore. Why was I so turned on by that? I mean, she is a Slytherin, she should repulse me, not make my head spin and my heart pound. But whenever she walks, I seem to want to throw my arms around her, and kiss he on those soft lips of hers. I shook my head, trying to get the thought of what it would be like to kiss Pansy.
"Mental," I told myself, and headed up to Gryffindor Tower. I still had Sirius's letter to read. I smiled at the Fat Lady and gave her the password (Willigers) and climbed through the portrait hole. I sat down in an overstuffed armchair by myself and took the letter out of my robes. I opened it and read it. I said;
Dear Harry,
I have some exciting news. As I have told you many times, I'm enjoying my stay with Narcissa. It is great to be free, but that is not even close to the best part. I'm in love! I proposed to Narcissa on November 29th. She replied yes! I am getting married! Finally I'm getting married. It won't be until the summer, because Narcissa insists that you and her son shall be there, but she doesn't want you and Draco to miss any school, and we wouldn't have anything close to planned by Christmas. I was thinking on having you and Moony be my best men. What do you say? Will you be my best man Harry? Write me back soon with your answer.
From,
Sirius
"What!?" I yelled. The whole of the common room stared at me. I just looked up with my mouth hanging open. I found myself on my feet, gawking at the letter in my hands. Sirius is marrying Malfoy's mom? And he wants me to be a best man? This must be a joke. At that moment, the portrait hole opened. Ron. Hermione and Ginny stepped through. I tore my eyes from the letter at looked at them, mouth still hanging open. They gave me a look and came to sit beside me.
"What's up Harry?" Ron asked. Hermione and Ginny were eyeing me strangely. I sat back down in the chair, looking at the letter again.
"Sirius… he's getting married," was all I said. Ginny smiled. She probably heard the news from Malfoy. Hermione gasped and put her hands on her cheeks smiling. Ron raised an eyebrow and asked
"To who?"
"Narcissa Malfoy," I answered. Hermione dropped her hands and her and Ron both gaped at me. Ginny was still smiling happily, although I didn't feel the twinge at my heart that I usually felt when she smiled. Instead Pansy forced her way into my mind.
"Malfoy's mom?" Ron gasped. I nodded. Hermione smiled again.
"That is wonderful Harry!" she exclaimed. Ron looked at her like she was crazy. Ginny caught the look and stopped smiling.
"Ron, give it up! She isn't even a real Malfoy if you are so against Malfoys. She was married to one. If Sirius and Narcissa are happy, you should be happy for them," Ginny gave Ron a look that plainly said or else.
"And Sirius wants me to be best man, along with Lupin," I added. Ginny grabbed my hand.
"That is great Harry, congratulations!" she smiled and patted my hand before taking away. I forced a smile. Ginny's smile faded.
"Harry, you are showing a lack of enthusiasm. Does this have to do with Lucius Malfoy? Or what about Draco? You haven't even met Narcissa, and she is very kind. You too Ron, there is no reason for this less than happy mood! Sirius is getting married! You should be excited! They both deserve it greatly. So if you are mad at Sirius for falling for a Malfoy, then be mad at me! Yes Ron, I know you are mad at me, but that doesn't matter to me! I will be with Draco no matter what you say or think! That is the same for Sirius! What is wrong with you guys?" Ginny started in a normal voice, and ended up with full blown yelling. She was on her feet, staring at us. Both Ron and I were gripping the sides of our chair, gaping at her with terror. Here is the legendary Weasley temper.
"God!" she exclaimed and ran up to the girls' dorms. I tore my eyes away from her and faced Hermione. She stood up.
"She's right you know." Hermione ran after Ginny. I slouched in the chair, with my elbows resting on my knees.
"I suppose they are right Harry. But since when are Slytherins so attractive suddenly? And I saw you hugging Pansy Parkinson, what was up with that?" Ron asked. I looked at him.
"Malfoy's mom was in Gryffindor, Sirius told me awhile ago, and I don't know what was up with me and Pansy, I honestly don't know," I said.
"Do you like her? 'Cause I thought you liked Ginny," Ron asked.
"As I said Ron, I don't know. I don't know anything at this moment," I sighed, leaning back in the chair.
"Would you go out with Pansy?" Ron asked.
"Maybe. I'm going for a walk, I will talk to you later mate," I stood up and walked out the portrait hole. I didn't know where I was going. Maybe out to visit Hagrid. Or to the Owlery to write Sirius back. I saw Hannah Abbot of Hufflepuff coming my way, approaching me cautiously.
"Hi Harry," she squeaked.
"Hi Hannah," I said lazily. She started to twirl her hair.
"Um, do you want to go to the ball with me?" she asked. I forgot, the Yule Ball was happening on Christmas again.
"Sorry Hannah, but I have someone else in mind, sorry," I told her without thinking. I do? I asked myself.
"Oh, ok then. Bye," she ran off. I shrugged my shoulders and started walking again. What did I mean by I have someone else in mind? Who? I was so lost in my thoughts that I ran straight into someone. I looked to see who I ran into. It was Pansy. I blushed a bit.
"Sorry," I mumbled, avoiding her eyes.
"Harry, will you go to the ball with me?" she asked straight out. I started. I was not expecting that.
"What? You are asking me?" I asked stupidly. She smirked.
"Harry, it is the 21st century, girls can ask out boys," she informed me.
"Yeah I know. Um, yeah I'd like to go with you," I said. She beamed.
"Wonderful! Talk to you later," she pecked me on the cheek and walked away. I turned bright red and smiled.
I was going to the Ball with Pansy!
A/N hehe I hate that chapter. What do you think Ron and the rest of the Gryffindors will say when Harry tells them he is going with Pansy Parkinson? Hmmmm… probably along the lines of WHAT THE HELL? But I don't know. The chapter is called Who's that girl by Eve. Sorry I didn't get this posted earlier my internet connection was being a crap!
HARRY'S POV (I know, you get the idea, but I don't want flames saying you were confused!)
I had gone mental. I was hugging Pansy Parkinson. Why? Only the lord knows. Even though I thought I was mental, I held on. Why? As I said, only God knows. I started when I heard Pansy start to cry on my shoulder. She didn't care that much about Malfoy did she?
"Pansy, are you ok?" I took by the shoulders and led her over to a bench by the wall. I lifted her chin up so I could look her in the eyes. She was crying, yes definitely crying, but she was what, smirking? I was very confused.
"Oh Harry," she threw her arms around my neck. I frowned, to no one in particular. I put my arm around her as she clung to the front of my robes, crying, yet still smiling. I leaned back into the wall. My face reddened a touch when people walked by, staring. It must look a bit odd, Harry Potter of Gryffindor, cuddling with Pansy Parkinson of Slytherin. I blushed even more when I thought of cuddling. After a bit, Pansy looked up from my shirt.
"Harry, I'm sorry for clinging to you, I don't know what has gotten into me, you probably have Quidditch practice or something," she blushed. I shrugged.
"Nah, no problem Pansy, it's Sunday, I was just planning on reading my godfathers letter," I said more to myself than to Pansy. She stood up.
"No, you aren't leaving me confused as hell. Sit back down," I grabbed her hand and pulled her back onto the bench. She sat down.
"Why would you be confused?" she asked innocently.
"Firstly, you're talking to me… second, you throw yourself at me, crying…yet smiling and…and well Pansy I don't get it!" I said, rather tongue tied as her hand was on my leg. A smile was playing at her lips.
"I wasn't crying about Draco, I was just crying about how happy I was that you actually cared enough to not push me away, when boys from my own house would do that. And just remember what I said Harry Potter, not every Slytherin hates you," she stood up, and before I could protest, she walked away. I stared at her back until I couldn't make out the swinging of her hips anymore. Why was I so turned on by that? I mean, she is a Slytherin, she should repulse me, not make my head spin and my heart pound. But whenever she walks, I seem to want to throw my arms around her, and kiss he on those soft lips of hers. I shook my head, trying to get the thought of what it would be like to kiss Pansy.
"Mental," I told myself, and headed up to Gryffindor Tower. I still had Sirius's letter to read. I smiled at the Fat Lady and gave her the password (Willigers) and climbed through the portrait hole. I sat down in an overstuffed armchair by myself and took the letter out of my robes. I opened it and read it. I said;
Dear Harry,
I have some exciting news. As I have told you many times, I'm enjoying my stay with Narcissa. It is great to be free, but that is not even close to the best part. I'm in love! I proposed to Narcissa on November 29th. She replied yes! I am getting married! Finally I'm getting married. It won't be until the summer, because Narcissa insists that you and her son shall be there, but she doesn't want you and Draco to miss any school, and we wouldn't have anything close to planned by Christmas. I was thinking on having you and Moony be my best men. What do you say? Will you be my best man Harry? Write me back soon with your answer.
From,
Sirius
"What!?" I yelled. The whole of the common room stared at me. I just looked up with my mouth hanging open. I found myself on my feet, gawking at the letter in my hands. Sirius is marrying Malfoy's mom? And he wants me to be a best man? This must be a joke. At that moment, the portrait hole opened. Ron. Hermione and Ginny stepped through. I tore my eyes from the letter at looked at them, mouth still hanging open. They gave me a look and came to sit beside me.
"What's up Harry?" Ron asked. Hermione and Ginny were eyeing me strangely. I sat back down in the chair, looking at the letter again.
"Sirius… he's getting married," was all I said. Ginny smiled. She probably heard the news from Malfoy. Hermione gasped and put her hands on her cheeks smiling. Ron raised an eyebrow and asked
"To who?"
"Narcissa Malfoy," I answered. Hermione dropped her hands and her and Ron both gaped at me. Ginny was still smiling happily, although I didn't feel the twinge at my heart that I usually felt when she smiled. Instead Pansy forced her way into my mind.
"Malfoy's mom?" Ron gasped. I nodded. Hermione smiled again.
"That is wonderful Harry!" she exclaimed. Ron looked at her like she was crazy. Ginny caught the look and stopped smiling.
"Ron, give it up! She isn't even a real Malfoy if you are so against Malfoys. She was married to one. If Sirius and Narcissa are happy, you should be happy for them," Ginny gave Ron a look that plainly said or else.
"And Sirius wants me to be best man, along with Lupin," I added. Ginny grabbed my hand.
"That is great Harry, congratulations!" she smiled and patted my hand before taking away. I forced a smile. Ginny's smile faded.
"Harry, you are showing a lack of enthusiasm. Does this have to do with Lucius Malfoy? Or what about Draco? You haven't even met Narcissa, and she is very kind. You too Ron, there is no reason for this less than happy mood! Sirius is getting married! You should be excited! They both deserve it greatly. So if you are mad at Sirius for falling for a Malfoy, then be mad at me! Yes Ron, I know you are mad at me, but that doesn't matter to me! I will be with Draco no matter what you say or think! That is the same for Sirius! What is wrong with you guys?" Ginny started in a normal voice, and ended up with full blown yelling. She was on her feet, staring at us. Both Ron and I were gripping the sides of our chair, gaping at her with terror. Here is the legendary Weasley temper.
"God!" she exclaimed and ran up to the girls' dorms. I tore my eyes away from her and faced Hermione. She stood up.
"She's right you know." Hermione ran after Ginny. I slouched in the chair, with my elbows resting on my knees.
"I suppose they are right Harry. But since when are Slytherins so attractive suddenly? And I saw you hugging Pansy Parkinson, what was up with that?" Ron asked. I looked at him.
"Malfoy's mom was in Gryffindor, Sirius told me awhile ago, and I don't know what was up with me and Pansy, I honestly don't know," I said.
"Do you like her? 'Cause I thought you liked Ginny," Ron asked.
"As I said Ron, I don't know. I don't know anything at this moment," I sighed, leaning back in the chair.
"Would you go out with Pansy?" Ron asked.
"Maybe. I'm going for a walk, I will talk to you later mate," I stood up and walked out the portrait hole. I didn't know where I was going. Maybe out to visit Hagrid. Or to the Owlery to write Sirius back. I saw Hannah Abbot of Hufflepuff coming my way, approaching me cautiously.
"Hi Harry," she squeaked.
"Hi Hannah," I said lazily. She started to twirl her hair.
"Um, do you want to go to the ball with me?" she asked. I forgot, the Yule Ball was happening on Christmas again.
"Sorry Hannah, but I have someone else in mind, sorry," I told her without thinking. I do? I asked myself.
"Oh, ok then. Bye," she ran off. I shrugged my shoulders and started walking again. What did I mean by I have someone else in mind? Who? I was so lost in my thoughts that I ran straight into someone. I looked to see who I ran into. It was Pansy. I blushed a bit.
"Sorry," I mumbled, avoiding her eyes.
"Harry, will you go to the ball with me?" she asked straight out. I started. I was not expecting that.
"What? You are asking me?" I asked stupidly. She smirked.
"Harry, it is the 21st century, girls can ask out boys," she informed me.
"Yeah I know. Um, yeah I'd like to go with you," I said. She beamed.
"Wonderful! Talk to you later," she pecked me on the cheek and walked away. I turned bright red and smiled.
I was going to the Ball with Pansy!
A/N hehe I hate that chapter. What do you think Ron and the rest of the Gryffindors will say when Harry tells them he is going with Pansy Parkinson? Hmmmm… probably along the lines of WHAT THE HELL? But I don't know. The chapter is called Who's that girl by Eve. Sorry I didn't get this posted earlier my internet connection was being a crap!