Whats Eating You, Sly?
Montage Five
By: Emma
Disclaimer: Nothing but "Sly" is mine.
Summary: It ran away. If you find it, call me at 1-800-isuckatsummaries
Reviews: Please! It is positive re-enforcement, otherwise known as motivation, inspiration and all of those other big, beautiful words that make you want to barf all over yourself because you just want to get to the damn story. Teehee, I've used this review section for every single one of these chapters. It feels weird. LoL. I'm weird. Speaking of weird, if you like Luna Lovegood, go check out my stupid little vignette called "Ponderings". :D Also, my little companion piece to OoP called "Where Will You Hide Your Tears" which is also a one-shot involving Draco. Wow, shameless self-promotion or what!?
Just a warning: This is very short. LoL.
Pansy spent the rest of the day walking around to classes, talking to Blaise.
Though he came off as an airhead who cared about naught more than his hair, he was a very interesting person to talk to, Pansy found.
They entered History of Magic laughing quietly over a story Blaise was telling her bout his first experience on a broomstick.
"So, then, I was flying, and I didn't know how to get down-"
"So, how did you get down, Blaise?" Pansy asked, pretending to be giving him her undivided attention while her eyes swept the room for sign of Draco. He sat in the back already, looking out the window, his face expressionless. However, at the sound of her laughter, his head swivelled and his eyes interlocked intensely with her own.
She blinked, and turned back to Blaise, who was still talking about flying into a tree or some nonsense.
What was wrong with Draco? Why on earth did he need a *gag* date? And why (oh, why!) did he decided on Branwen Sharp!?
Pansy could understand, on many levels, why Draco had picked Branwen. But on others, she was confused.
*What's the use of a beautiful girl if she's corrupted, superficial and fake?*
Pansy choked as her visual mind sprung to cruel, unwanted places.
She convinced herself to be fascinated by Binns' spiel, and silently vowed never to close her eyes again.