All Characters and places belong to J.K.Rowling and Warner Bros.
Any similarity with reality (or other fic) is coincidence.
=VI=
In the next days Griffindors did not know who to support, Harry Potter or Neville Longbottom. The youngest Creevey was taking the bets. But in the end they all tended to decide that Neville didn't stand a chance (an. poor boy), so they all ignored him except Potter himself, that kept giving him dirty looks.
Neville was not felling an ordinary person - students, ghosts and even professors ignored him. The worst thing was Snape, the man was being all friendly (an.HAHHAHA) and that was just sick. Slytherins ware not treating him as usual. He was happy it was finally the last class of the week. Care of Magical Creatures. Hagrid was not looking pleased so Neville sat anywhere, only latter noticing there was already a bookpac there marking someone's place. 'Well' he thought 'the way things are the owner is just going to remove it anytime' in sync a hand lifted the bag but surprisely the person sat (an. Guess?)
"I'm Neville Longbottom" he said in a bored tone. Looking at the forest
"I know that" said someone as if was trying to use his voice.
"And you're still seating here. I'm the one who offended Potter."
"So now you call him Potter too?" he finally turned.
"Well, Parkinson, it's not like we are all chummy now..." he looked in her eyes.
"So let's change subject." she smiled
"You can't just change subject like that!"
(an. Now I could not help what is to come)
"Yes, I can"
"No, you can't"
"Yes"
"No"
"Yes"
"NO"
"OH look!"
"N--what?"
"Hagrid don't like you so much now." Neville groaned and class started
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Weeks after the feud started things did not turn for the better for Neville but to Pansy things ware going great. They had some classes together where she could annoy him, he didn't seem to mind much.
"Oh just stop it" he whispered, it was History of Magic class "You irritate me"
"So" she had tears in her eyes "You don't like me"
"Of course I do" she did not stand her crying. She had before.
"I knew it" she hugged his arm, every trace of tear gone.
"Blimey, you are so silly for a slytherin..." he sighed dramatically.
"Of course not" she sat straight "I'll just use any and/or every method to have it my way"
They're quite acquaintances now.
¨°·.,,.·¨°·.,,.·¨
A/N: see I don't hate Potter.
Yes, I do love cliches.
PS. I have to say in next chapter FLUF!
Any similarity with reality (or other fic) is coincidence.
=VI=
In the next days Griffindors did not know who to support, Harry Potter or Neville Longbottom. The youngest Creevey was taking the bets. But in the end they all tended to decide that Neville didn't stand a chance (an. poor boy), so they all ignored him except Potter himself, that kept giving him dirty looks.
Neville was not felling an ordinary person - students, ghosts and even professors ignored him. The worst thing was Snape, the man was being all friendly (an.HAHHAHA) and that was just sick. Slytherins ware not treating him as usual. He was happy it was finally the last class of the week. Care of Magical Creatures. Hagrid was not looking pleased so Neville sat anywhere, only latter noticing there was already a bookpac there marking someone's place. 'Well' he thought 'the way things are the owner is just going to remove it anytime' in sync a hand lifted the bag but surprisely the person sat (an. Guess?)
"I'm Neville Longbottom" he said in a bored tone. Looking at the forest
"I know that" said someone as if was trying to use his voice.
"And you're still seating here. I'm the one who offended Potter."
"So now you call him Potter too?" he finally turned.
"Well, Parkinson, it's not like we are all chummy now..." he looked in her eyes.
"So let's change subject." she smiled
"You can't just change subject like that!"
(an. Now I could not help what is to come)
"Yes, I can"
"No, you can't"
"Yes"
"No"
"Yes"
"NO"
"OH look!"
"N--what?"
"Hagrid don't like you so much now." Neville groaned and class started
¨°·.,,.·¨°·.,,.·¨
Weeks after the feud started things did not turn for the better for Neville but to Pansy things ware going great. They had some classes together where she could annoy him, he didn't seem to mind much.
"Oh just stop it" he whispered, it was History of Magic class "You irritate me"
"So" she had tears in her eyes "You don't like me"
"Of course I do" she did not stand her crying. She had before.
"I knew it" she hugged his arm, every trace of tear gone.
"Blimey, you are so silly for a slytherin..." he sighed dramatically.
"Of course not" she sat straight "I'll just use any and/or every method to have it my way"
They're quite acquaintances now.
¨°·.,,.·¨°·.,,.·¨
A/N: see I don't hate Potter.
Yes, I do love cliches.
PS. I have to say in next chapter FLUF!