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Ron returned to that same bench he had met Pansy on, the very next day.
He didn't know why, perhaps it was the fact that he had nothing better to do. Or perhaps, it was was the fact that Harry was getting extremely annoying with his blubbering over Luna. Or perhaps he had convinced himself that he should hang around Pansy, because she was a girl,a soon-to-be death eater, but still a girl; and boy's were supposed to like girls at that age. Or perhaps it was the fact that they both seemed to be lost souls, just looking for someone to talk to.
Ron took a seat on the bench, waiting to see if Pansy would come.
"Weasley. Back again?" came the icy voice of Pansy. But somehow, it didnt seem so icy to Ron anymore.
"Yes, and your back Parkinson."
"Why did you come back?" asked Pansy
"I don't know, why did you come back?" said Ron.
"I asked you first."
"I asked you second."
"JUST ANSWER!"
"Alright, alright," Ron said slowly. "Well, I don't know, because, well, because I uh..have nothing better to do?" said Ron trying to sound as convincing as he could.
Pansy screwed her mouth over to one side. "That's not the real reason."
"So what if it isn't?" Ron said. "It's none of your bussiness anyways."
"Sorry for asking." said Pansy with a snooty air. After a few moments, Pansy took a seat. "Well, your reason couldn't have been because you thought I was going to come back." Pansy said this last thing quietly, her eyes downcast.
Ron felt bad, "What if it was?"
"What if what was?"
"What if the reason I came back here was because I thought you would be here too?" Ron said, not daring to belive what he was saying.
"That couldn't have been the reason," Pansy scoffed. "No boy has ever come anywhere, or done anything for me."
Ron felt his heart go out to her a bit. "Why not?"
"'Cuz, I dunno, cuz Im ugly, and fat." Pansy looked a bit teary eyed. Ron didnt know what to say, he didn't think she was ugly and fat, but did that mean he thought she was pretty? Surely not, I mean, she was a soon-to-be death eater after all.
Ron didn't answer her because he was thinking, so Pansy took this as a sign that he agreed. Pansy was embarresed now. "Look, I don't know why I came, it was stupid, forget I ever said anything. See ya Weasel." Pansy got up to leave.
"No! Wait, Pansy, I mean, Parkinson." Ron stuttered grabbing her arm. "I...I mean, I, I don't think your ugly and fat." This was the truth, he really didn't think she was ugly, nor fat.
"What? What did you just say?"
Ron dropped his hand, he was now mega embarresed, he didn't want to sound like he actually liked her!
"I...I mean for a Death-Eater Slytherin." stated Ron with a grin. He knew Pansy would get the joking edge.
"Hey!" Pansy said playfully slapping him. "I AM a Slytherin, but I'm not a Death-Eater."
"Your not a Death-Eater, yet...." Ron said, hoping he hadn't gone to far.
Pansy sighed. "I hate being thrown into a life where your obligated to do something. Of course, you would know nothing about being forced into a horrible life, you have your wonderful little happy family. Except for your more poor then a mouse."
For some reason, the poor comment did not bother Ron, it seemed Pansy and him had reached a certain point in their aqquantinceship where they weren't quite sure if they were friends, or enemies. "Yeah, well I thought you wanted to be a Death-Eater."
"I never said that."
"Yes you did."
"No I didn't."
"Yes, you..."
"WHEN THE HECK DID I SAY THAT?" Shouted Pansy.
"Well, you didn't exactly say it......" Ron trailed off.
"Exactly, I never said I wanted to be a Death-Eater."
"Well, not in so many words." Corrected Ron.
"Well, what if I do want to be a Death-Eater?"
"AHA!" said Ron, "So you DO want to be a Death-Eater."
Pansy rolled her eyes. "I still never said that, and besides, i'm not sure if I want to be a Death-Eater, ok?"
Ron didn't say anything.
"But of course, my opinion really does not matter, I'll be forced to be one anyways." Pansy sighed.
"You know Parkinson, I still say you can get Dumbledore to help you." said Ron, again hoping he hadn't gone to far.
Pansy quickly got up, "Oh, look at the time, well, Weasel, I have to admit, your not as bad as I expected you to be."
Why was it that both of the only conversations they had ever shared, both ended when he mentioned Dumbledore? Ron wondered. As Pansy was already jogging away, he called after her. "Your not so horrible yourself! Will you be here tommorow?"
Pansy turned around and smiled. "You'll have to wait and see Weasel!"
Ron and Pansy met the next day, and the day after that, and the day after that. I wouldn't go so far as to say that they were friends, but they certainly were not enemies.
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"And what are you in such a good mood about?" Hermione said scathingly as Ron walked into potions and took a seat next to Hermione. "It can't be this lovely little essay we were just assigned, can it?" Hermione said sarcassticly.
"Jesus Hermione, just because your in a foul mood all the time because of Malfoy, doesn't mean the rest of us have to be!" Ron returned. He didn't want the truth to be known about how he was happy because of Pansy.
"Yes, well please do darken up your mood a bit," said Harry. It was obvious he wasn't over Luna. "we are misserable, so find a reason to be." Harry said with a slight grin.
The class immediatly was silent as Snape had just walked in.
"Now, class, today we will be brewing the "Italinia Mifelio" potion. It is used to cure the commen cold......" Hermione tuned out, it would be no problem for her to make it, she of course already knew all the ingredients.
Hermione decided to write a note to Harry.
Harry, Something bad is going to happen to Draco, I know it. ~HermioneG.
Hermione found Harry's hand under the table and crunched the note in it. Snape was paying not attention whatsoever to them, so he read it and hastily wrote a reply.
What the hell am I supposed to do about it? ~HP
Hermione sighed as she read the note.
You know, you really should stop holding animosity toward Draco, he's really a nice guy. I didn't ask you to do anything about it, I just needed to talk to someone about it! ~HermioneG.
Oh yes, I really should stop holding animosity toward someone who has been trying to get me expelled ever since first year, and who was going to be a Death-Eater. ~HP
Hermione sighed again.
Look, I'm not asking you to be friends with the guy, I just think you should get to know him before you judge him. Harry, please, just listen, I know something bad is going to happen. ~HermioneG.
Oh yeah, I shouldnt judge him, R I G H T. Because he NEVER was rude to me, and he NEVER tried to hex me, and he desearves me to be kissing his butt. And plus, how do you KNOW that something bad will happen? ~HP
You hopeless Harry. Please, just listen to me, when Draco killed his father, and I was knocked out cold, we had a type of connection. It was like we were using ESP. And right now, I think that ESP is working, and I think it's saying, well, I think it's saying that I need to go find Draco. ~HermioneG.
Harry was very confused.
Ok......so, your saying, that you and Draco can read eachothers minds? And Hermione, you CAN'T go get him, you can't! Voldemort will know! ~HP
No, not exactly, I just think we know eachothers instincts. And both of ours are saying danger! And Harry, I can go get him, and I will! ~HermioneG.
Hermione, you can't go get him! what would you.......
Harry's writing was interrupted by a shadow standing over the parchment. A greasy haired, dark shadow.
"Ah, caught in the act. Passing notes Mr.Potter?" said the voice of Snape.
"No Sir." said Harry through clenched teeth.
"No? then what are you doing?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing? well, it looks like something to me."
"It's not."
"Are you saying that I am blind Mr. Potter?" and with that comment Snape grabbed the parchment from Harry. "Let's see, what Mr. Potter has written."
Snape opened his mouth to read it, but abbruptly closed it when he saw what the conversation was about. Because Snape was a member of the order, he knew what they were talking about.
"Miss. Granger, I must see you in my office. Class, just...work on your potions."
Hermione nodded and followed Snape into his office.
Once there, Snape grabbed Hermione.
"Listen to me, you will not go and find Mr. Malfoy."
"But I..."
Snape interrupted her. "YOU WILL NOT! This is not the business of a silly little girl, it is under control, now I dont know what personal attachment you have to Mr. Malfoy, but promise me, no, swear to me, you will not go looking for him."
Hermione was going to do nothing of the sort.
"SWEAR TO ME GRANGER!" Snape yelled.
Hermione wrenched herself from Snape's grasp, and shot him a dirty look. "I swear." she lied.
And with that, she walked out of his office, still fully intending to find Draco.
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Ron returned to that same bench he had met Pansy on, the very next day.
He didn't know why, perhaps it was the fact that he had nothing better to do. Or perhaps, it was was the fact that Harry was getting extremely annoying with his blubbering over Luna. Or perhaps he had convinced himself that he should hang around Pansy, because she was a girl,a soon-to-be death eater, but still a girl; and boy's were supposed to like girls at that age. Or perhaps it was the fact that they both seemed to be lost souls, just looking for someone to talk to.
Ron took a seat on the bench, waiting to see if Pansy would come.
"Weasley. Back again?" came the icy voice of Pansy. But somehow, it didnt seem so icy to Ron anymore.
"Yes, and your back Parkinson."
"Why did you come back?" asked Pansy
"I don't know, why did you come back?" said Ron.
"I asked you first."
"I asked you second."
"JUST ANSWER!"
"Alright, alright," Ron said slowly. "Well, I don't know, because, well, because I uh..have nothing better to do?" said Ron trying to sound as convincing as he could.
Pansy screwed her mouth over to one side. "That's not the real reason."
"So what if it isn't?" Ron said. "It's none of your bussiness anyways."
"Sorry for asking." said Pansy with a snooty air. After a few moments, Pansy took a seat. "Well, your reason couldn't have been because you thought I was going to come back." Pansy said this last thing quietly, her eyes downcast.
Ron felt bad, "What if it was?"
"What if what was?"
"What if the reason I came back here was because I thought you would be here too?" Ron said, not daring to belive what he was saying.
"That couldn't have been the reason," Pansy scoffed. "No boy has ever come anywhere, or done anything for me."
Ron felt his heart go out to her a bit. "Why not?"
"'Cuz, I dunno, cuz Im ugly, and fat." Pansy looked a bit teary eyed. Ron didnt know what to say, he didn't think she was ugly and fat, but did that mean he thought she was pretty? Surely not, I mean, she was a soon-to-be death eater after all.
Ron didn't answer her because he was thinking, so Pansy took this as a sign that he agreed. Pansy was embarresed now. "Look, I don't know why I came, it was stupid, forget I ever said anything. See ya Weasel." Pansy got up to leave.
"No! Wait, Pansy, I mean, Parkinson." Ron stuttered grabbing her arm. "I...I mean, I, I don't think your ugly and fat." This was the truth, he really didn't think she was ugly, nor fat.
"What? What did you just say?"
Ron dropped his hand, he was now mega embarresed, he didn't want to sound like he actually liked her!
"I...I mean for a Death-Eater Slytherin." stated Ron with a grin. He knew Pansy would get the joking edge.
"Hey!" Pansy said playfully slapping him. "I AM a Slytherin, but I'm not a Death-Eater."
"Your not a Death-Eater, yet...." Ron said, hoping he hadn't gone to far.
Pansy sighed. "I hate being thrown into a life where your obligated to do something. Of course, you would know nothing about being forced into a horrible life, you have your wonderful little happy family. Except for your more poor then a mouse."
For some reason, the poor comment did not bother Ron, it seemed Pansy and him had reached a certain point in their aqquantinceship where they weren't quite sure if they were friends, or enemies. "Yeah, well I thought you wanted to be a Death-Eater."
"I never said that."
"Yes you did."
"No I didn't."
"Yes, you..."
"WHEN THE HECK DID I SAY THAT?" Shouted Pansy.
"Well, you didn't exactly say it......" Ron trailed off.
"Exactly, I never said I wanted to be a Death-Eater."
"Well, not in so many words." Corrected Ron.
"Well, what if I do want to be a Death-Eater?"
"AHA!" said Ron, "So you DO want to be a Death-Eater."
Pansy rolled her eyes. "I still never said that, and besides, i'm not sure if I want to be a Death-Eater, ok?"
Ron didn't say anything.
"But of course, my opinion really does not matter, I'll be forced to be one anyways." Pansy sighed.
"You know Parkinson, I still say you can get Dumbledore to help you." said Ron, again hoping he hadn't gone to far.
Pansy quickly got up, "Oh, look at the time, well, Weasel, I have to admit, your not as bad as I expected you to be."
Why was it that both of the only conversations they had ever shared, both ended when he mentioned Dumbledore? Ron wondered. As Pansy was already jogging away, he called after her. "Your not so horrible yourself! Will you be here tommorow?"
Pansy turned around and smiled. "You'll have to wait and see Weasel!"
Ron and Pansy met the next day, and the day after that, and the day after that. I wouldn't go so far as to say that they were friends, but they certainly were not enemies.
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"And what are you in such a good mood about?" Hermione said scathingly as Ron walked into potions and took a seat next to Hermione. "It can't be this lovely little essay we were just assigned, can it?" Hermione said sarcassticly.
"Jesus Hermione, just because your in a foul mood all the time because of Malfoy, doesn't mean the rest of us have to be!" Ron returned. He didn't want the truth to be known about how he was happy because of Pansy.
"Yes, well please do darken up your mood a bit," said Harry. It was obvious he wasn't over Luna. "we are misserable, so find a reason to be." Harry said with a slight grin.
The class immediatly was silent as Snape had just walked in.
"Now, class, today we will be brewing the "Italinia Mifelio" potion. It is used to cure the commen cold......" Hermione tuned out, it would be no problem for her to make it, she of course already knew all the ingredients.
Hermione decided to write a note to Harry.
Harry, Something bad is going to happen to Draco, I know it. ~HermioneG.
Hermione found Harry's hand under the table and crunched the note in it. Snape was paying not attention whatsoever to them, so he read it and hastily wrote a reply.
What the hell am I supposed to do about it? ~HP
Hermione sighed as she read the note.
You know, you really should stop holding animosity toward Draco, he's really a nice guy. I didn't ask you to do anything about it, I just needed to talk to someone about it! ~HermioneG.
Oh yes, I really should stop holding animosity toward someone who has been trying to get me expelled ever since first year, and who was going to be a Death-Eater. ~HP
Hermione sighed again.
Look, I'm not asking you to be friends with the guy, I just think you should get to know him before you judge him. Harry, please, just listen, I know something bad is going to happen. ~HermioneG.
Oh yeah, I shouldnt judge him, R I G H T. Because he NEVER was rude to me, and he NEVER tried to hex me, and he desearves me to be kissing his butt. And plus, how do you KNOW that something bad will happen? ~HP
You hopeless Harry. Please, just listen to me, when Draco killed his father, and I was knocked out cold, we had a type of connection. It was like we were using ESP. And right now, I think that ESP is working, and I think it's saying, well, I think it's saying that I need to go find Draco. ~HermioneG.
Harry was very confused.
Ok......so, your saying, that you and Draco can read eachothers minds? And Hermione, you CAN'T go get him, you can't! Voldemort will know! ~HP
No, not exactly, I just think we know eachothers instincts. And both of ours are saying danger! And Harry, I can go get him, and I will! ~HermioneG.
Hermione, you can't go get him! what would you.......
Harry's writing was interrupted by a shadow standing over the parchment. A greasy haired, dark shadow.
"Ah, caught in the act. Passing notes Mr.Potter?" said the voice of Snape.
"No Sir." said Harry through clenched teeth.
"No? then what are you doing?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing? well, it looks like something to me."
"It's not."
"Are you saying that I am blind Mr. Potter?" and with that comment Snape grabbed the parchment from Harry. "Let's see, what Mr. Potter has written."
Snape opened his mouth to read it, but abbruptly closed it when he saw what the conversation was about. Because Snape was a member of the order, he knew what they were talking about.
"Miss. Granger, I must see you in my office. Class, just...work on your potions."
Hermione nodded and followed Snape into his office.
Once there, Snape grabbed Hermione.
"Listen to me, you will not go and find Mr. Malfoy."
"But I..."
Snape interrupted her. "YOU WILL NOT! This is not the business of a silly little girl, it is under control, now I dont know what personal attachment you have to Mr. Malfoy, but promise me, no, swear to me, you will not go looking for him."
Hermione was going to do nothing of the sort.
"SWEAR TO ME GRANGER!" Snape yelled.
Hermione wrenched herself from Snape's grasp, and shot him a dirty look. "I swear." she lied.
And with that, she walked out of his office, still fully intending to find Draco.
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