Title: Friends
Summary: "Millicent Bulstrode, fat Slytherin Cow. I'm nothing like that Weasley girl, Gina or whatever her name is."
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the idea.
Author's Notes: Normally I wouldn't go in for this pairing, but it just seemed to sweet.
Milli blinked in astonishment. "What?" She asked, sure she'd heard wrong.
Neville Longbottom shifted slightly. "Um…there's a Hogsmeade Weekend coming up, and I was wondering if you wanted to go." He repeated. "With me, I mean. On a date. You don't have to if you don't want to, I just thought, you know, since it's coming up and all…"
"You do realise who you're talking to, don't you, Longbottom?" Milli asked. "Millicent Bulstrode, fat Slytherin Cow. I'm nothing like that Weasley girl, Gina or whatever her name is. I don't skip, and I'm not perfect and delicate and fairy like. Why would you want to go with me? For Salazar's sake, I'm a Slytherin! You should hate me!"
Longbottom blushed. "Well, I never really went in for house rivalry." He admitted. "And in case you hadn't noticed, I'm not tall dark stranger myself. I just thought…y'know, since we're both misfits…we gotta stick together."
"So this is a pity date?" Milli said harshly. "Well fuck you. I'm not that fucking desperate." She turned to walk away.
"No, wait!" Longbottom grabbed her arm. "You aren't, really. I've seen the way you act around the other Slytherins, and I know you're not like them…even if you did try to take Hermione's head off her shoulders in the second year. I'd really like to get to know you better."
"Well…" Milli considered this. Longbottom was no Harry Potter, but he wasn't a Ron Weasley either. He was in the middle…and it had been sweet of him to notice she was different. "Let's just go as friends, then. And if I'm going to be your friend, I want you to always be brutally honest with me. That's the best policy. If you don't like something I do or say, tell me. I won't have you 'sparing my delicate feelings'." She got enough of that at home, what with Mother and Father always side-stepping her 'weight'. She wasn't fat, she was just bulky. Big boned, and muscled. It wasn't her fault, even if Mother and Father were both Beautiful People, fine-boned and graceful. She took after Uncle Alfred.
Neville grinned. "Great. Do…you mind if I call you Milli?"
"Only if I can call you Neville." Milli said, smiling.
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