Abby had been somewhat surprised to see that Draco left. She hadn't expected it of him, but she grinned to herself at having gotten to him a bit. Shortly after he'd gotten up, Harry had walked over to her.
"Hey, Abby," he said cheerfully.
Abby smiled up at him. "'Ello."
"This is really stupid actually, but I figured if I didn't come over here and speak to you, Ron would talk my ear off." He shifted his weight.
"What is it?" Abby asked, her brow furrowed.
"Well. As you know, the Hogsmeade trip is coming up soon. Ron has made it into a big deal that you come with us. But.. the way he talks about you, and blushes like an idiot, we know he'd be really upset, and most likely pissy if you don't come," Harry said, grinning. "And personally, being around Ron when he's aggravated isn't the most fun."
Abby laughed, pearly white teeth showing. "No, I'd love to go. Should I just tell him myself? Or--"
"I think he'd wet himself, Ab," Harry interrupted with a chuckle.
"Hmm. That bad, huh?"
Harry nodded. "He's terrible with girls. He and Hermione were a complete disaster."
"They dated?" Abby asked.
"Well no. Fought endlessly for hours, Hermione pecked him on the lips, and he ran away. Later he excused himself with 'I have a really small bladder.'" Harry grinned again. "Which, you know, could be true. But I doubt it."
Abby laughed again and stood up. Harry wasn't too much taller than her, maybe two inches. "You tell him then. What weekend is it anyways?"
"This one, actually," Harry answered thoughtfully. "I'm going to go tell him. This is the last time I do this for him, honestly."
Abby giggled as Harry turned to walk away. She sat down on the large flat rock again. Ron seemed like a sweet guy, and she was flattered that he fancied her. Then her smile faded. She'd thought of Draco, and what he would think. She hadn't at all planned to make him jealous, but she figured that might happen. Abby sighed at this slight predicament.
---
Draco had his head in his hands, elbows resting on the small desk next to his bed. He'd come to realization that HEY! He wasn't as intelligent as he thought! And that is definately an epiphany. One would be proud of him for this.
During all the time he had been thinking of ideas to get back at Abby, he'd only come to one very doltish plan. Date another girl to spite her. He realized how lame this was, but he was willing to work with it. Hogwarts had its share of gorgeous girls, but the truth was, Draco was having a hard time figuring out who he'd pursue. Then it came to him. Abby was the only Gryffindor he'd ever openly shown an interest in. He'd have to date another Gryffindor so she'd know that she was no exception. But who? Hermione had grown rather pretty in her teenage years, but really. Pursuing her would be like getting a fish to live outside of water. Ginny was rather pretty as well.. but her being the Weasel's sister ruled her out automatically.
Lavendar? She wasn't all that pretty. Then he thought of it. Parvati. She was pretty, and he'd seen her making out with a few Gryffindors and Ravenclaws; even a Slytherin once. Draco grinned and made his decision.
----
"What do you want, Malfoy?" Parvati said, trying to sound annoyed.
"Just hear me out Pati-- Parvati. One date. You'll find I can be very charming..." Draco forced a smile.
Parvati blinked at him. "Are you trying to freak me out? You're good at it."
She began to walk away but Draco grabbed her by the arm and spun her around.. gently, or something. "I'm a great kisser!"
Parvati broke out into fits of laughter. Draco looked truly hurt.
"Ohhhh... sorry, Malfoy. It's just... I didn't realize you were into girls until now." Parvati tried to stop herself from giggling, but she failed miserably.
Draco stared at her in shock. "You.. you thought WHAT?"
"Well you know.. I didn't think you were gay. I just sort of thought of you as.. well.. asexual. Sexless. Oh! Kind of like a HERMIT!"
"OKAY! I get it. But Parvati?" Draco said moving in closer.
"What?"
Draco slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her into him, crashing his lips against hers. His eyes were open, and his expression was almost bored, but this didn't matter. His kiss was still capable of making girls weak at the knees. They separated, and Parvati was speechless.
"You.. I.. that.." she stuttered.
"Pick you up at the Entrance Hall around 11 and we'll go to Hogsmeade?" he said with eyebrows raised.
Parvati managed a meek nod and Draco left, grinning maliciously. God, he thought, it must be so horrible not being a Malfoy...
---
It was eleven o'clock and Draco was getting tired of waiting. He knew he'd have to be a little nicer than his usual self, but not SO nice that he'd lose his reputation for being a fuckstick.
Finally Parvati showed up. Draco blinked at her. She had her hair out of her plait; it was black, shiny, and curly to her waist. She had gold bangles on her wrists, a pink sweater with the sleeves pushed up, and a khaki skirt. She looked all right.. save for her horrible choice in clothes. Draco abhorred pink. He had this loathing intensified when Pansy had worn peppy pink robes to the Yule Ball. It hurt just to look at her, not that it didn't hurt when she was wearing other colors.
"Ready to go?" he asked, trying to sound somewhat annoyed to see her, rather than ENTIRELY annoyed, as he truly was.
Parvati nodded and held out her elbow.
Draco stared at her, and slightly shaking his shoulders and head, asked, "What are you doing?"
Parvati made an annoyed noise at the back of her throat. "What does it LOOK like I'm doing?"
"Acting like half a chicken?" Draco asked as innocently as he could.
"I want you to take my ARM, Mal-- Draco," she said catching herself, and grinning.
"Oh. Well, I'm not going to," he said with a shrug.
Parvati blinked at him. "What?"
He wrapped his arm around her waist. Parvati gave a comprehensive look and they began walking with the other students to the carriages to Hogsmeade.
Draco dropped out of the carriage first. Parvati held her hand out for him to get, and trusting that he'd catch it, she leaned her weight out of the carriage.
KERPLUNK!
Parvati was on the ground, and Draco looked down at her. "Oh. Sorry," he said, not meaning it.
She held her hand up for him to help her up, and he turned around and began walking away, pretending he hadn't seen. Parvati gave a groan and got up, then walked quickly to catch up with him.
"Not the friendliest bloke, are you?" Parvati said, wiping dirt off her skirt.
"What do you mean? I'm a right little ray of sunshine," Draco replied. "Three Broomsticks?"
"Oooh... how about Madam Puddifoot's?" Parvati whined.
"You think I'm going into a place that sounds like someone's trod in dragon dung?" Draco said gratingly. "You're out of your mind Pat-- Parvati." Parvati stopped in her tracks. Draco looked at her blankly. "Is this the part where you tell me you won't go to the Three Broomsticks unless I CARRY you there?"
Parvati glared. "Are you going to be like this all day?"
Draco gave a frusterated sigh. Boredly, he grabbed Parvati and pulled her against him, and possessed her mouth with his own. He let his tongue glaze her lips, his eyelids half open. Tugging on her bottom lip a little, he pulled away slowly.
"You're right, Parvy," he said, trying not to chortle at the pet name, "I will behave."
Parvati grinned. "'Behave' is a little extreme.." she said, in the most seductive voice she could muster at the moment.
"Ehh.." Draco let go of her uninterestedly and began walking towards the Three Broomsticks again.
Parvati blinked and followed him, clasping her hand around his. Draco stopped and looked down.
"Woman, WHAT are you doing?" he asked, still looking down at her hand.
She only tightened her grip as she pushed open the clanging door to the Three Broomsticks and dragged him inside. Draco was pulled all the way to a back corner that was rather darker than the rest of the shop.
"Do you dislike sunlight, Parvati?" he asked in a sarcastic tone.
"I wouldn't be one to talk, Draco. With some nice oversized lips you could be the son of a circus clown." Parvati grinned to herself.
Draco blinked and sat down. "...I resent that. So why did you have to pick this cave of a spot, anyways?"
Parvati sat down very close to him, looking at him intensely. Draco stared blankly at her.
"Is there something on my face?" Draco asked, getting great pleasure out of this whole day.
"Shut up, Malfoy," Parvati said before kissing him on the lips as passionately as she could. Draco kissed her back, imagining someone else. Parvati grabbed his thigh and he jumped.
"Gods, woman. Control yourself, the waitress is coming," he muttered to her.
"Hallo, loves. What would you like?"
"A strawberry fizzip, please." Parvati smiled sweetly at Madam Rosmerta.
"A heavy club," Draco muttered.
"What was that, dear?" Madam Rosmerta asked.
"A butterbeer," he said louder.
She smiled and walked back to the bar on the LIGHTER side of the tavern.
"So.." Parvati cooed.
"Did your last boyfriend deprive you of sex, or something? You're rather randy," Draco said in a bored tone, as the bells to the door clanged once more.
Parvati glared at him. "And you're rather bothersome, do you realize that?"
But Draco had stopped listening to her. She was merely a buzzing in his ear. He was staring at the people who had just come through the door. He heard her familiar laughing; saw her familiar smile. But.. she wasn't REALLY with who she was with... she couldn't be. First Potter.. now Weasley? Draco had to be seeing things.
He watched Abby sit down next to Ron, who looked too nervous to even place an arm around her. Draco's face, though avoiding red color, had gotten warm with loathing. He knew Abby well enough to know she was not a fit match for Ron, who was looking at her so blankly and probably not believing his luck.
"Draco? Draco? Draco Malfoy! Are you even listening to me?" Parvati yelled, waving her bangled hand in front of his face.
He snatched her hand, held it in midair, and turned his head to look at her. "No. I'm not."
With that he got up, passing Abby's table, catching her eye. His face was cold and expressionless. Abby looked down at the table quickly. Madam Rosmerta stepped in front of him as he approached the door.
"Your drink, dear?" she asked.
"Go accidentally spill it on the pink princess in the corner, Rosmerta. Father will be proud of you."
Madam Rosmerta grinned, recalling her childhood crush on Lucius. The bells on the door clanged once more and Draco left in a hurry.
"Hey, Abby," he said cheerfully.
Abby smiled up at him. "'Ello."
"This is really stupid actually, but I figured if I didn't come over here and speak to you, Ron would talk my ear off." He shifted his weight.
"What is it?" Abby asked, her brow furrowed.
"Well. As you know, the Hogsmeade trip is coming up soon. Ron has made it into a big deal that you come with us. But.. the way he talks about you, and blushes like an idiot, we know he'd be really upset, and most likely pissy if you don't come," Harry said, grinning. "And personally, being around Ron when he's aggravated isn't the most fun."
Abby laughed, pearly white teeth showing. "No, I'd love to go. Should I just tell him myself? Or--"
"I think he'd wet himself, Ab," Harry interrupted with a chuckle.
"Hmm. That bad, huh?"
Harry nodded. "He's terrible with girls. He and Hermione were a complete disaster."
"They dated?" Abby asked.
"Well no. Fought endlessly for hours, Hermione pecked him on the lips, and he ran away. Later he excused himself with 'I have a really small bladder.'" Harry grinned again. "Which, you know, could be true. But I doubt it."
Abby laughed again and stood up. Harry wasn't too much taller than her, maybe two inches. "You tell him then. What weekend is it anyways?"
"This one, actually," Harry answered thoughtfully. "I'm going to go tell him. This is the last time I do this for him, honestly."
Abby giggled as Harry turned to walk away. She sat down on the large flat rock again. Ron seemed like a sweet guy, and she was flattered that he fancied her. Then her smile faded. She'd thought of Draco, and what he would think. She hadn't at all planned to make him jealous, but she figured that might happen. Abby sighed at this slight predicament.
---
Draco had his head in his hands, elbows resting on the small desk next to his bed. He'd come to realization that HEY! He wasn't as intelligent as he thought! And that is definately an epiphany. One would be proud of him for this.
During all the time he had been thinking of ideas to get back at Abby, he'd only come to one very doltish plan. Date another girl to spite her. He realized how lame this was, but he was willing to work with it. Hogwarts had its share of gorgeous girls, but the truth was, Draco was having a hard time figuring out who he'd pursue. Then it came to him. Abby was the only Gryffindor he'd ever openly shown an interest in. He'd have to date another Gryffindor so she'd know that she was no exception. But who? Hermione had grown rather pretty in her teenage years, but really. Pursuing her would be like getting a fish to live outside of water. Ginny was rather pretty as well.. but her being the Weasel's sister ruled her out automatically.
Lavendar? She wasn't all that pretty. Then he thought of it. Parvati. She was pretty, and he'd seen her making out with a few Gryffindors and Ravenclaws; even a Slytherin once. Draco grinned and made his decision.
----
"What do you want, Malfoy?" Parvati said, trying to sound annoyed.
"Just hear me out Pati-- Parvati. One date. You'll find I can be very charming..." Draco forced a smile.
Parvati blinked at him. "Are you trying to freak me out? You're good at it."
She began to walk away but Draco grabbed her by the arm and spun her around.. gently, or something. "I'm a great kisser!"
Parvati broke out into fits of laughter. Draco looked truly hurt.
"Ohhhh... sorry, Malfoy. It's just... I didn't realize you were into girls until now." Parvati tried to stop herself from giggling, but she failed miserably.
Draco stared at her in shock. "You.. you thought WHAT?"
"Well you know.. I didn't think you were gay. I just sort of thought of you as.. well.. asexual. Sexless. Oh! Kind of like a HERMIT!"
"OKAY! I get it. But Parvati?" Draco said moving in closer.
"What?"
Draco slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her into him, crashing his lips against hers. His eyes were open, and his expression was almost bored, but this didn't matter. His kiss was still capable of making girls weak at the knees. They separated, and Parvati was speechless.
"You.. I.. that.." she stuttered.
"Pick you up at the Entrance Hall around 11 and we'll go to Hogsmeade?" he said with eyebrows raised.
Parvati managed a meek nod and Draco left, grinning maliciously. God, he thought, it must be so horrible not being a Malfoy...
---
It was eleven o'clock and Draco was getting tired of waiting. He knew he'd have to be a little nicer than his usual self, but not SO nice that he'd lose his reputation for being a fuckstick.
Finally Parvati showed up. Draco blinked at her. She had her hair out of her plait; it was black, shiny, and curly to her waist. She had gold bangles on her wrists, a pink sweater with the sleeves pushed up, and a khaki skirt. She looked all right.. save for her horrible choice in clothes. Draco abhorred pink. He had this loathing intensified when Pansy had worn peppy pink robes to the Yule Ball. It hurt just to look at her, not that it didn't hurt when she was wearing other colors.
"Ready to go?" he asked, trying to sound somewhat annoyed to see her, rather than ENTIRELY annoyed, as he truly was.
Parvati nodded and held out her elbow.
Draco stared at her, and slightly shaking his shoulders and head, asked, "What are you doing?"
Parvati made an annoyed noise at the back of her throat. "What does it LOOK like I'm doing?"
"Acting like half a chicken?" Draco asked as innocently as he could.
"I want you to take my ARM, Mal-- Draco," she said catching herself, and grinning.
"Oh. Well, I'm not going to," he said with a shrug.
Parvati blinked at him. "What?"
He wrapped his arm around her waist. Parvati gave a comprehensive look and they began walking with the other students to the carriages to Hogsmeade.
Draco dropped out of the carriage first. Parvati held her hand out for him to get, and trusting that he'd catch it, she leaned her weight out of the carriage.
KERPLUNK!
Parvati was on the ground, and Draco looked down at her. "Oh. Sorry," he said, not meaning it.
She held her hand up for him to help her up, and he turned around and began walking away, pretending he hadn't seen. Parvati gave a groan and got up, then walked quickly to catch up with him.
"Not the friendliest bloke, are you?" Parvati said, wiping dirt off her skirt.
"What do you mean? I'm a right little ray of sunshine," Draco replied. "Three Broomsticks?"
"Oooh... how about Madam Puddifoot's?" Parvati whined.
"You think I'm going into a place that sounds like someone's trod in dragon dung?" Draco said gratingly. "You're out of your mind Pat-- Parvati." Parvati stopped in her tracks. Draco looked at her blankly. "Is this the part where you tell me you won't go to the Three Broomsticks unless I CARRY you there?"
Parvati glared. "Are you going to be like this all day?"
Draco gave a frusterated sigh. Boredly, he grabbed Parvati and pulled her against him, and possessed her mouth with his own. He let his tongue glaze her lips, his eyelids half open. Tugging on her bottom lip a little, he pulled away slowly.
"You're right, Parvy," he said, trying not to chortle at the pet name, "I will behave."
Parvati grinned. "'Behave' is a little extreme.." she said, in the most seductive voice she could muster at the moment.
"Ehh.." Draco let go of her uninterestedly and began walking towards the Three Broomsticks again.
Parvati blinked and followed him, clasping her hand around his. Draco stopped and looked down.
"Woman, WHAT are you doing?" he asked, still looking down at her hand.
She only tightened her grip as she pushed open the clanging door to the Three Broomsticks and dragged him inside. Draco was pulled all the way to a back corner that was rather darker than the rest of the shop.
"Do you dislike sunlight, Parvati?" he asked in a sarcastic tone.
"I wouldn't be one to talk, Draco. With some nice oversized lips you could be the son of a circus clown." Parvati grinned to herself.
Draco blinked and sat down. "...I resent that. So why did you have to pick this cave of a spot, anyways?"
Parvati sat down very close to him, looking at him intensely. Draco stared blankly at her.
"Is there something on my face?" Draco asked, getting great pleasure out of this whole day.
"Shut up, Malfoy," Parvati said before kissing him on the lips as passionately as she could. Draco kissed her back, imagining someone else. Parvati grabbed his thigh and he jumped.
"Gods, woman. Control yourself, the waitress is coming," he muttered to her.
"Hallo, loves. What would you like?"
"A strawberry fizzip, please." Parvati smiled sweetly at Madam Rosmerta.
"A heavy club," Draco muttered.
"What was that, dear?" Madam Rosmerta asked.
"A butterbeer," he said louder.
She smiled and walked back to the bar on the LIGHTER side of the tavern.
"So.." Parvati cooed.
"Did your last boyfriend deprive you of sex, or something? You're rather randy," Draco said in a bored tone, as the bells to the door clanged once more.
Parvati glared at him. "And you're rather bothersome, do you realize that?"
But Draco had stopped listening to her. She was merely a buzzing in his ear. He was staring at the people who had just come through the door. He heard her familiar laughing; saw her familiar smile. But.. she wasn't REALLY with who she was with... she couldn't be. First Potter.. now Weasley? Draco had to be seeing things.
He watched Abby sit down next to Ron, who looked too nervous to even place an arm around her. Draco's face, though avoiding red color, had gotten warm with loathing. He knew Abby well enough to know she was not a fit match for Ron, who was looking at her so blankly and probably not believing his luck.
"Draco? Draco? Draco Malfoy! Are you even listening to me?" Parvati yelled, waving her bangled hand in front of his face.
He snatched her hand, held it in midair, and turned his head to look at her. "No. I'm not."
With that he got up, passing Abby's table, catching her eye. His face was cold and expressionless. Abby looked down at the table quickly. Madam Rosmerta stepped in front of him as he approached the door.
"Your drink, dear?" she asked.
"Go accidentally spill it on the pink princess in the corner, Rosmerta. Father will be proud of you."
Madam Rosmerta grinned, recalling her childhood crush on Lucius. The bells on the door clanged once more and Draco left in a hurry.