Notebook: Chapter Four
November 13th, 1991 -- Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, The Grounds, By The Lake
'13/11/91
Dear notebook,
Oh, It was so scary having a troll in the school dungeons. And you will just never guess who attacked -- and defeated -- it. Harry Potter, of course!
And of course Draco is absolutely disgusted and angry and jealous, which is bad news for me, Crabbe and Goyle. We have to put up with almost constant temper tantrums. The things we do for Draco sometimes, honestly.
We found out this interesting news from Blaise Zabini, the House gossip. He's worse than us girls, really. He always has some sort of gossip to tell us about.
As a matter of fact, I'm waiting for him now -- He wanted me to meet him by the Lake today so he could tell me something. I can't think what it could be, though.
Maybe he has some piece of gossip to tell me. Maybe Millicent Bulstrode was caught kissing Marcus Flint behind the Greenhouses, and has been expelled... Oh, I wish!
I hope it's something like that, that nosy witch (so to speak), prying into my business and calling me names that would better suit herself! Oh, Blaise is here--'
"Um, hi Pansy," Blaise said, obviously very nervous. Pansy momentarily wonder why, and then dismissed it so that she could greet the boy.
"Hello, Blaise," She said, smiling, "What did you want to tell me?" Please, please let it be Millicent's expulsion, she thought maliciously.
"Er... I just... Would you?... Um, Pansy --"
"Yes?" Goodness, she thought, this piece of news couldn't be that exciting that he could barely speak, could it?
"I, um... I like you." He stared at her expectantly.
Pansy was sort of let down. Was that all? One of her friends -- Well, acquaintances, at least -- Brought her here to announce something she already knew?
"I like you, too." She said, irritated that she had wasted her time for this.
"No, I mean... I "Like" you, Pansy. I want you to be my girlfriend. Will you?"
The penny dropped, and Pansy was shocked. He "Liked" her? Why would anyone do that? Least of all Blaise, who barely knew her!
"Oh. Um--"
"Well, will you? Please Pansy?"
Pansy opened her mouth, but no words came out; She was speechless. Memories of her fight with Millicent came rushing into her head -- If she said yes, would she really be a slut, then? She had looked the word up in the dictionary in the library --
a. A sexually promiscuous woman
b. A woman prostitute
She had then looked up 'promiscuous' and 'prostitute', and by then she'd got the idea. Millicent had referred to her as one of those woman who walked along the streets at night, one of those women mother looked down on, thought were disgusting, hated.
"Um, I'll have to think about it." she said.
...
'Dear notebook,
I don't know what to do! I don't want to hurt Blaise's feelings, but--'
"You're not going out with him!" Draco said, angrily.
"And why not?" Asked Pansy, annoyed. Why was Draco so controlling?
"You... You just can't!"
"I'll do what I want, thank you, Draco Malfoy! And what if I do want to go out with him?"
"Fine! It's not like I care, anyway," Draco walked to the other end of the Common Room and slumped down in a chair in front of the fireplace.
Pansy threw her hands in the air in exasperation and walked back outside.
...
'15/11/91
Dear notebook,
I said yes to Blaise, if only to annoy Draco. I know it's mean to use him to make Draco pissed off (I can't believe I'm suing such language -- what is school doing to me?), but Slytherins are apparently thought of as manipulative creatures, so maybe it's in my nature.--'
"Hi, Pansy!" Blaise called across the Great Hall. Pansy groaned to herself and pasted a smile on her face, like mother always did.
"Hello, Blaise," she said, hoping that she sounded more enthusiastic than she felt. Blaise grinned and sat down next to her at the table.
"How are you?"
"I'm -- What are you doing?" she gasped, as Blaise put his hand over hers.
"Holding your hand, Pansy. That's what boyfriend and girlfriend do,"
"I didn't know I'd have to do anything like that!" The naive Pansy said, affronted. She could hear Draco snickering at the other end of the table, and suddenly changed her mind.
"Okay, Blaise you can hold my hand," she said, staring stubbornly in Draco's direction.
Blaise's hand was soft and cool, but she didn't really think she liked holding hands much at all.
November 13th, 1991 -- Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, The Grounds, By The Lake
'13/11/91
Dear notebook,
Oh, It was so scary having a troll in the school dungeons. And you will just never guess who attacked -- and defeated -- it. Harry Potter, of course!
And of course Draco is absolutely disgusted and angry and jealous, which is bad news for me, Crabbe and Goyle. We have to put up with almost constant temper tantrums. The things we do for Draco sometimes, honestly.
We found out this interesting news from Blaise Zabini, the House gossip. He's worse than us girls, really. He always has some sort of gossip to tell us about.
As a matter of fact, I'm waiting for him now -- He wanted me to meet him by the Lake today so he could tell me something. I can't think what it could be, though.
Maybe he has some piece of gossip to tell me. Maybe Millicent Bulstrode was caught kissing Marcus Flint behind the Greenhouses, and has been expelled... Oh, I wish!
I hope it's something like that, that nosy witch (so to speak), prying into my business and calling me names that would better suit herself! Oh, Blaise is here--'
"Um, hi Pansy," Blaise said, obviously very nervous. Pansy momentarily wonder why, and then dismissed it so that she could greet the boy.
"Hello, Blaise," She said, smiling, "What did you want to tell me?" Please, please let it be Millicent's expulsion, she thought maliciously.
"Er... I just... Would you?... Um, Pansy --"
"Yes?" Goodness, she thought, this piece of news couldn't be that exciting that he could barely speak, could it?
"I, um... I like you." He stared at her expectantly.
Pansy was sort of let down. Was that all? One of her friends -- Well, acquaintances, at least -- Brought her here to announce something she already knew?
"I like you, too." She said, irritated that she had wasted her time for this.
"No, I mean... I "Like" you, Pansy. I want you to be my girlfriend. Will you?"
The penny dropped, and Pansy was shocked. He "Liked" her? Why would anyone do that? Least of all Blaise, who barely knew her!
"Oh. Um--"
"Well, will you? Please Pansy?"
Pansy opened her mouth, but no words came out; She was speechless. Memories of her fight with Millicent came rushing into her head -- If she said yes, would she really be a slut, then? She had looked the word up in the dictionary in the library --
a. A sexually promiscuous woman
b. A woman prostitute
She had then looked up 'promiscuous' and 'prostitute', and by then she'd got the idea. Millicent had referred to her as one of those woman who walked along the streets at night, one of those women mother looked down on, thought were disgusting, hated.
"Um, I'll have to think about it." she said.
...
'Dear notebook,
I don't know what to do! I don't want to hurt Blaise's feelings, but--'
"You're not going out with him!" Draco said, angrily.
"And why not?" Asked Pansy, annoyed. Why was Draco so controlling?
"You... You just can't!"
"I'll do what I want, thank you, Draco Malfoy! And what if I do want to go out with him?"
"Fine! It's not like I care, anyway," Draco walked to the other end of the Common Room and slumped down in a chair in front of the fireplace.
Pansy threw her hands in the air in exasperation and walked back outside.
...
'15/11/91
Dear notebook,
I said yes to Blaise, if only to annoy Draco. I know it's mean to use him to make Draco pissed off (I can't believe I'm suing such language -- what is school doing to me?), but Slytherins are apparently thought of as manipulative creatures, so maybe it's in my nature.--'
"Hi, Pansy!" Blaise called across the Great Hall. Pansy groaned to herself and pasted a smile on her face, like mother always did.
"Hello, Blaise," she said, hoping that she sounded more enthusiastic than she felt. Blaise grinned and sat down next to her at the table.
"How are you?"
"I'm -- What are you doing?" she gasped, as Blaise put his hand over hers.
"Holding your hand, Pansy. That's what boyfriend and girlfriend do,"
"I didn't know I'd have to do anything like that!" The naive Pansy said, affronted. She could hear Draco snickering at the other end of the table, and suddenly changed her mind.
"Okay, Blaise you can hold my hand," she said, staring stubbornly in Draco's direction.
Blaise's hand was soft and cool, but she didn't really think she liked holding hands much at all.
