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Chapter 3: Destiny Sucks
(pansy's point of view)
And then, there he was, walking towards us, and it seems like the world just decided to put this moment to slow motion, and it seems like the air chose this exact moment—and of all people, his hair---to mess his hair as if he just got off the broom, which makes him more of what he is….
….which is irresistibly stunning.
Harry.
Stunning actually is the perfect word to describe it. stunning. And so just you know, I was indeed, stunned. Yes. Stunned. And of all the moments you could be stunned, it had to be when I was about to say something witty to mudblood, My lips apart and my eyes just looking at him, my hair a bit messy because of laughing with Blaise, and I don't even have time to brush my hair! Ugh! Coz, I lost my brush…
And he's looking at me. Me. Pansy Parkinson. And the-boy-who-lived is looking AT me!
But, it seems that he's not the only one looking at me. EVERYBODY's looking at me.
Mudblood looked at me suspiciously while Weasel looked at me puzzled. Blaise looked at me as if he was telling me through his eyes, something along the lines of, "not. Now.". and to make matters worst, it seems that the whole Hogwarts population is looking at me. All the Ravenclaws looked at me with raised eyebrows. All the Hufflepuffs looked at me as if trying to wait for my witty comeback. Gryffindor looked at me puzzled. Slytherins were glaring at me as if they'd die if I'll just stand there and not say anything.
Pansy, come on. Say something… Say something smart….Say something witty….Say something! Just, just say something!
…
…
A few moments later I was still gaping,
Hello!
Earth to Pansy!
Say-some-thing-NOW!
I blinked stupidly at Potter and then recovered myself. I immediately wore my usually insulting glare. "OH, Potter came to the rescue!", I said in a drawling voice. MY heart skipped a beat when I said "Potter".
"Eat parchment, Parkinson" Harry told me----ok, he didn't tell me, more like to insult me.
I just pretended he didn't exist and---
…um, that was hard.
"Why don't YOU eat parchments scar-head?", Draco suddenly emerged from the crowd…uh-oh… this is going to be BIG.
"Really Malfoy," Weasel said.
Draco looked at Wesel, smirked and said, "Hey Weasel, your hair's on fire."
Blaise and I laughed.
Harry looked at Draco, unhurt, still majestic and brave..I held back a sigh, oh! Curse this world. Then he said, "Hey Malfoy, I noticed that you don't slick your hair back anymore, like in our first two years. What's the matter? Ran out of eggs?"
I laughed inwardly but one escaped through my mouth, I covered it with a fake cough. Cursed mouth. Blaise and Draco looked at me and I said in the spur of the moment, "hairball".
Hairball?
What is my world coming to? He had to be here. He had to stand right there. And I had to stand right here. And I had to say hairball just a while ago. I sounded like a teenage mutant-hairball-coughing-wizard/mutant.
And what would he think of me?
….
Meow?
Destiny sucks.
Mudblood snorted. We looked at her with our usual glares. Then I said in my usual oh-so-irritating-voice, "You could relate, right mudblood? Or should I say Weasel? I'm surprised you're still alive, with all those hairballs stuffed through your pie hole."
We sniggered. I mean come on, that was a great come back.
Silence.
Draco looked at Harry and said, "Wow Potter, no comeback this time? That's a first. The GREAT Harry Potter defeated he-who-must-not-be-named, but can't think of a stupid come back to a witty comment? I'm surprised! This just goes to show that you're just a stupid wizard with a stick and has a remembrance of his first boo-boo marked on your forehead."
Silence.
I was fuming inside. I could feel my wand in my pocket but straining my hand from driving my wand through Draco's nose.
Do you want a scar? Huh, Drcao? Do you want a scar? I'll give you a scar. I'm going to make it soo big you're going to be the new Longbottom.
I could feel my fingers twitching. And definitely, Blaise got the message…and shut up. But Draco? NOOOO… he had to continue ranting on about Harry. Harrry. Harry's adorable scar. I'm trying to block out what Draco's saying because if hear him, I won't be able to help myself. I will kill him right on this very spot. Yup, right here.
And then, silence.
Harry looked at Draco smugly and said, "Tell me Malfoy, how does it feel to be Hogwart's own jiggalo (A/N: and for those who doesn't know what a jiggalo is, it's a male prostitute) ?"
Ohhh…good one Harry. Oh, how I wish I could say that out loud.
And that hit the spot. I could actually see a throbbing vain in Draco's temple.
"Well, I could see that your jealous," Draco said, "'coz, Potter if you haven't realized you've been here 7 years and you managed to get how many women? Huh?"
I gasped inwardly, how dare he! I swear when we get back to the Slytherin dungeon, I will slap him mad. Really mad. As in angry mad. As in Angry mad scientist mad. I might even create a spell for slapping him all day long….
Hey! That's a good idea!
I can finally pass Charms!
Ok, back to what we're doing. I could think of charms later.
Blaise shut up. He got the point. He's always the smart one. But, Draco (the stupid git) didn't get it. Yes, the thick one.
And he wasn't finished yet. N0oo… He still has something to say.
"What was your previous GIRLfriend's name? Ching Chang Chung? OR is it Chung Chang Ching?"
And I really couldn't contain myself anymore, my stupid mouth suddenly said, "Cho Chang"
AHHHHHHHHH! Stupid mouth. Stupid mouth. Stupid mouth.
Everybody looked at me but, as you can see, I am well contained and I just don't give away my emotions. I'm a Slytherin by heart.
Draco looked at me in this what-are-you-saying glare and said at the corner of his mouth, "thank you, Pansy", while glaring at me.
Ugh. Stupid git. "You're welcome your royal BUTT-ness", I said mockingly, curtseying for Harry's sake---so, he'll know that I'm really graceful……
Draco turned to me as if it was my turn to get insulted. And Blaise? Still at the corner, still silent, still smart.
"What was THAT?" Draco asked me.
Um, duh.
I mean really, I was starting to believe that some parts of my body do have their own brain. And this foreign being, right below my nose, suddenly, out of the blue, shouted in reply, "Well, Chang was stupid!"
Who said that?
Apparantly that's not me!
Nope. No. Not me.
Am I dying! Is that the devil speaking? AM I going to hell! NO! I'm a good girl! Yeah, ok, sure, a few obssesions…and maybe a few insults…and maybe a few gossips about mudblood…and some hexes for Weasel…..
….I AM GOING TO HELL!
Save me!
…Well, at least I have control over my brain.
"How the hell could you kiss a guy while thinking of someone who's actually dead? That is soooo beyond obssesion! That's mental!"
Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.
"This is no time for your crazy break-outs, Pansy" Draco said calmly.
What? I am not breaking-out! I am simply telling the truth! The truth!
I rolled my eyes. But then my eyes landed on Harry. Why is it that my senses have their own minds now? Is this evolution? Or am I just abnormal? See? I'm mutating. Ugh. Harry was raising an eyebrow looking at me. Well, I was already staring directly at his green eyes, so what's the point of turning away…
..I'm melting.
sigh-
stupid mouth. Stupid, stupid mouth. I do not sigh! I quickly recovered by coughing again and said, "stay away mudblood, you could be charged with murder for those hairballs"
OMG. I am soo stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
Draco looked at me confused yet irritated. I knew he was mad at me, but who cares? I mean, he was insulting Harry!
I hate him.
I glared at him. Who does he think he is? King of the world?
Draco glared back at me as if saying, "later. I will get you later", then said, "Right, Chang, And Potter………Potter your sooo stupid to actually hit on her when she's not even THAT attractive!"
A gasp came from athe Ravenclaws that were listening attentively to our "conversation."
"OH, no," I said threatingly, "don't even GO there. Don't even try to worm yourself out of this, Draco. I knew you made out with her! Oh, I knew alright. And how did I know? Because you were practically in FRONT of me while making-out!"
Draco looked at me, pretending to be confused, "What?". But I know. I know that deep within him, he's sweating. He's sweating like the slob that he is.
…awww. Damn. I lost control over my brain again. That's it, I AM possesed.
"Oh, don't look at me like that! I was purposely trying to break your ribs to see if you have a heart!" I shouted. Then I turned to my fellow students, my audience and said, "This man does not have a heart!
Then silence.
Then Draco said, "What are you doing! And whatever you are doing, not NOW!"
I raised both my eyebrows, put one down, saluted and said mockingly, "YES, KAPITAN! WHATEVER YOU SAY KAPITAN! YES KAPITAN!"
I turned around and saw that a crowd was gathered behind me, blocking my way. I raised an eyebrow and looked at them, and just on cue, they parted. I walked away rolling my eyes. Stupid git. Doesn't know what I feel. I mean, how could he know. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
Harry's POV
Lover's Quarell.
I knew it.
Hah!
I smiled smugly at Malfoy, "Look who's having girl problems now."
Malfoy glared at me. "I'm not finished with you yet", he pointed a finger at me.
I rolled my eyes.
Psh. Right.
Malfoy walked off and turned to a corner.
And before Zabini turned a corner, he looked at me and said, "Oh, yeah, and Potter, just for the record, Draco has girl problems and unfortunately, with you, you have problems, but none with girls."
And with that, he left.
And if that wasn't even enough, he turned back and said, "Oh, pardon, you do have ONE girl problem," then he looked at Hermione, "and you better get rid of her. Fast." He shuddered before he left.
Pansy's POV
How can guys be sooo naïve!
I mean, doesn't he even notice I like Harry? I mean, he's one of the best bloody students in my year! He can't even get what I'm trying to tell him! Ugh. Look at him! HE has girls kissing the very ground he walks on (not that I'm saying there isn't any guys who do that for me) and a mile away, he knows a girl likes him! How can he not know I like Harry? Psh.
Boys. I knew that they were from outer space.
I stormed up to my room and I didn't bother to close the door. I was too lazy to do it. I sighed. I lay down on my bed, my head dangling at the corner facing the open door.
Then I screamed.
Silence.
There. I feel much better. I sighed. Then I heard screaming from downstairs. Great. Draco's here. How'd I know? Because every girl squeals when he's here. It's like they worship the ground he walks on. Stupid fan club. I walked to the door and opened it abruptly because I know Draco's outside. I opened it and saw Draco in front of me his hand about to knock. I stared at him, then glared at him, then slammed the door to his face. I walked to my bed and felt really satisfied.
I sat down and looked at the door.
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"Pansy? Can we come in?"
Yes, that was Blaise. He knows what I feel. Why can't EVERYBODY know what I feel! -----oh, yeah, right, then I'd be humiliated for thinking about Harry. Yes. That's right.
"Pansy?"
"WHAT?" I asked irritatingly.
The door suddenly opened and Draco came in first followed by Blaise. I looked at Draco imaging what his death will be.
"Do you want my Potions book thrown at your face?" I asked not kidding one bit.
He (that's Draco) glared at me and said, "what was THAT all about!" while pointing outside.
Ugh. He maybe charming, gorgeous and all that, but come on! Can't he notice I like someone? He may have a nice butt and a nice body—though not as nice as Harry's---but, can't he notice it?
"Oh I dunno," I answered sarcastically.
Blaise performed silencing charms around the room. WE don't want our reputations ruined, right?
"If I were'nt Draco Malfoy, I'd think you like Potter!"
I looked at him. "oh NO….Why the HELL would you think of that?" I drawled. I know, in my heart, that now, he WILL get the message. I mean, it was pretty obvious right?
"Good then."
What? It was a drawl. A very very SARCASTIC drawl! Anybody could get that! (take note of my right eye twitching)
I was fuming. I looked at Blaise who was sitting in one of the beds looking at Draco and me. I was literally shaking.
"Draco. You see, you need to read between the LINES." He answered.
I looked at Draco who was looking at Blaise as if Blaise had 4 heads. Oh goodness.
"what? Read between-----"
I screamed.
I screamed really loud.
I screamed really really loud.
I was breathing heavily. I looked at Draco.
"no. Draco. I don't like Potter. I don't like him. No. No. Who would think of that? Do you think I like him? Of course you don't. Why would I like him? Why the hell would I like him? Huh? I don't like it when his hair is all messy and I really hate it when he just got off the broom. I really do. I don't like him. I really don't. I REALLY DON'T LIKE HIM!"
I gasped for air. I wish the world would just swallow Draco.
Silence.
Then his eyes grew wide. Yes, his eyes grew wide. He looked at me, then at Blaise.
"You like Potter!"
Author's Note: I am in serious need of a Beta. Please, email me, right now if you wanna be my lovely Beta. Thanks!
Hope that you did enjoy…I am still sorry for what I did.
This story, by the way, is for Kyler and Ivory…hehe, miss you guys!
>jade
