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Author's Notes: Wow. A second update in one day. I told you, this fic will be finished within two weeks, as I'm out of school now. Thanks to the people who reviewed chapter one and still will. Emma, if I'm not on your alerts, how can you tell that I update like right when I do? Anyways, I love you. You've reviewed every story I've had and have been the first reviewer. ;)
Chapter II - - Harry Potter- That Pansy
Harry Potter was sulking. "Sulk, sulk, sulk, sulk, sulk! I'm sick of sulking! It's Valentines' Day, and the only female that has approached me todaywas Lavender!"
Harry Potter was acting like a baby. People were starting to think that little Harry Potter was –le gaspeth- gay. And it was sad. Truly Friggin' Sad. Poor little Harry Potter. No one loves him. Not even his owl. It bit him. On the nose. It hurt. Trust me, I was laughing my ass off when he started wailing like a four year old when not getting a boo boo.
I actually feel bad for Potter. I pity him.
"Are you Potter?" Pansy Parkinson asked, sitting down on the small stool in front of Harry's 'Dating Booth'.
"Yes. Are you interested on going out on a date with me?"
"I guess..." She grumbled.
"Okay. First question. Boxers, briefs, or knickers?"
"Knickers."
"Do you kiss on the first date?"
"Who doesn't?" She smirked at him.
"Umm, are you into long term relationships?"
Pansy looked like she was about to choke out laughing. "This was a joke, Potter. In truth, I think you're a real sissy boy. Bye, Potter, see you around." Pansy then got off of the stool and RAN away.
"Oh my goodness, oh my goshness, look at wittle Potter's Poshness!"