Summary: Sift through the lives of Hogwarts' slightly deranged students with resident Gryffindor dunderhead, Neville Longbottom.
Disclamer: I own nothing, everything belongs to JK Rowling. Don't sue me. Like the Malaysians always say, ' I'm terribly pokai. ' So you probably won't get a single cent out of me.
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Chapter Seven…
Gryffindors enjoyed the sun outside and didn't like staying indoors very much. Not many Gryffindors spent their time in a dorm, staring at the mirror for two hours.
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Hair… red heads rock!, check.
Freckles… enhances my look, check.
Chest… my gorgeous manly build, check.
Face… Blatantly good-looking, check.
Teeth… Brilliant and white, check.
New pink frilly shirt…Lovely
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Ronald Weaseley simply did not stand in front of a mirror, checking himself out. He did not ask for the mirror's advice and the mirror certainly did not say his shirt looked smashing on him and it didn't whistle appreciatively either. He did not read Seamus's and Malfoy's best seller. He did not like Severus Snape's new hairstyle and he definitely did not like muggle Bally shoes or pink frilly shirts from Galadrags which were very hard to find, mind you.
He did not like Pansy Parkinson. He just didn't.
But he did think Hermione looked less and less like a beaver everyday and that she was the most beautiful girl in Hogwarts. He really did think Harry's new insane relationship was perfect. He did like the manly black top Blaise Zabini liked to wear. He did like Trevor very much. He did grow to love Malfoy's new personality. He did love house elves and he really did adore cows.
He just did. He did as much as Hagrid's hard cookies did it for him.
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Pansy Parkinson loved Draco Malfoy. He was her angel, her light in plight. Her beacon of undying hope. Her black rose of passion and her knight in shining blonde. The hero who saved the damsel in distress from the evil dragon time and time again. Dragon? Pft… That was exactly what Draco was to her, her little Dragon. Her small brother who needed her to fend for him, the little light haired boy who couldn't eat cereal without staining his brand new dress robes. The whining baby who she had come to love as a brother.
The only reason she agreed to helping Ginny Weaseley with her little fan club was to get half the profit the little redhead earned. Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini simply couldn't be considered hot, sexy or anything of that sort. They were both brutes and conniving gits. She was like their older sister, for Merlin's sake!
She was the one who babysitted them so they wouldn't start a fire which almost burned the house of Slytherin to the ground in first year. She was the woman who set up Blaise with his pure, demure and sweet date. It wouldn't do to let Ginny know what a brute he was. She may have gone a little too far though, her little protégé carried a pocket sized book on wizarding etiquettes practically everywhere now.
Someone she would consider hot and sexy and anything of that sort, honestly, would be Ronald Weaseley. Her angel, her light in plight, her flaming beacon in dark hours, her handsome hero in red, crimson red rose of passion and the man she was smitten with. She couldn't help it and blamed it purely on the pink shirts. They were definite attention seekers. No one looked quite as manly as Ron did when he wore a pink shirt. It was a fashion policy, any man that can pass in pink is a man.
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Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown giggled. Neville swatted his hand at them, wishing they were flies. It was Sunday morning and they were doing their Sunday morning staring game… thing. It worked like this.
"I see it! Malfoy, as usual is wearing the innest of most innest clothes again… Gosh… It looks like it's tailored for him, that lovely cashmere sweater looks gorgeous," the girl sighed. Neville wished she would sigh in her mushroom soup.
"Lavvie, dear.. Draco Malfoy doesn't count. The game is to spot someone who's wearing something that looks in. That particular hottie just doesn't count, everything he wears is in." Parvati explained, sighing as well. Neville smacked the back of her head and blamed it on the fly.
The fly just buzzed haughtilly and flew away.
"Actually, Nev. You look great yourself. You've definitely lost all that baby fat and by merlin, I saw your new coat. It looks fab, darling," Parvati purred, trailing her hand across his chest. Neville stared at her incredulously and turned away, not wanting to listen to their pointless conversations any longer. But try as he might, even though he couldn't see them from that angle, he could still hear them.
"Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh………. That's just so…wow. Snape always had a thing for being in the spotlight but my, he really does deserve it now. Especially with that." She pointed her finger at Snape's new robe, it was a simple navy blue but showed that a few wrinkles at forty didn't mean you couldn't have a body that very much stated late twenties.
Neville was very happy when the two girls kept staring at the professor in awe. They were keeping quiet for the time beeing. Then, he heard a gasp and sighed again.
"Merlin! Ronald Weaseley has never looked cuter than he does in that shirt!" Lavender exclaimed.
"I'd say, Lav. He is so mine." Parvati practised her purr in what she assumed was seductive.
"He's totally out of your league, hon. If he wants anyone, it's me." Lavender replied, flicking her long hair airily.
"Look, why don't you just bug off and leave me to Ronnikins. I thought you liked Malfoy anyway," Parvati challenged.
"My dear Pati, in case you haven't noticed… Malfoy is with Seamus now. Or did you miss out on that piece of gossip? Hmm?" Lavender glared. Missing gossip wasn't an in thing and in Lavender's and Parvati's case, it was a sin.
Parvati just rolled her eyes, "That's right now, isn't it? Seamus in a skirt is more appealing to the eye than you in Witch Weekly's latest dress. Besides, it's not as if Draco would ever be interested in anyone like you. What was it he did last year when you asked him to the Christmas ball? That's right, he went with Hermione Granger. Just to avoid you," she whispered in the tone of voice only people like Parvati and Lavender used.
"Why, you little pleb! You selfish little horse! Alright then, two can play at that game." Lavender smirked quite unattractively, lifted her chin and got out of her seat. Tossing her hair back once more, she strode confidently towards Ron, who was busy stuffing his mouth with chicken and was not staring at Pansy while she piled Draco's plate with food, telling her friend he looked emaciated. Parvati was glaring daggers at her former best friend.
"Hi, Ron. How are you? I must say, I love that shirt of yours." She said, tossing her hair yet another time.
"You think?" Said Ron, not turning around.
"Definitely. You look so… delicious in it," she fluttered her long eyelashes.
"Is that even possible?" he asked. He wasn't too busy staring at Pansy daintily lifting her fork.
"Yes, it is." She said, getting irritated already.
"Uh huh," he did not drop his chicken. He did not stare and he did not drool.
"Alright then. I suppose I should be off. Bye Ron." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and walked back to her seat, smirking unattractively again.
"The game is on, girlfriend." Parvati diverted her attention back to her food and began torturing her vegetables, poking them with her fork viciously.
Neville was once again happy because they weren't talking. Without them actually knowing, they also gave him an idea to help his little business. The Confession Booth wasn't such a bad idea, after all.
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Pansy felt eyes on her. It sent tingles down her spine and she put down her fork, wiped her mouth and turned to the direction of the stare that was panetrating her. She was astonished and oddly surprised to feel a slight bubbling in her stomach as she met the gaze of her secret crush, Ronald Weasley. He was staring intensely with a fiery flicker in his eyes. His eyes depicted so much emotion although Pansy couldn't place a finger on the flash of emotion that flitted across his face so quickly that she was not sure she saw it.
She followed his distracted gaze and spotted Lavender, flirting while Ron obliviously ignored her. He picked up his chicken instead and continued giving her a few more shy glances. Pansy didn't quite like Lavender or Parvati. She, herself was quite involved in the world of fashion but even she wouldn't disagree that the two Gryffindors could be a bit much when it came to critisizing people. Their fashion sense wasn't exactly elegant, she rather thought they dressed up like peacocks.
Then again, everyone did.
Last year had caused a riot. Lavender had invited Draco for the Christmas ball. Pansy, who already had a date shrugged carelessly and frowned. Draco had politely declined her offer, telling the Gryffindor that he had a date with Hermione Granger. Lavender was so embarassed that she 'lost to an ugly, granny, fat girl'. Draco rightfully defended his date and thus, won Granger's heart.
They didn't last of course but they remained good friends and were bearable while they worked together, both holding a shining badge each. It was pretty funny to watch Lavender in her peacock dress trying to gain Draco's attention while he was desperately trying to avoid her, pulling Hermione to the dance floor. The two put on quite a good show, Draco revealing his marvelous dancing skills and Hermione with her ballerina-like twirls.
Pansy smiled at the thought and snapped back to life when she realized her vision was suddenly blurry. Snapping to reality, she realized that a pale hand was waving frantically to get her attention. She huffed in irritation when she recognized the familiar smirk Draco was wearing.
"Pansy, you little vixen. You like him, don't you?" Draco inquired with a mischiveous smirk.
"Really, dear. I have absolutely no idea what you're implying." She idly twirled the fork in her fingers and picked at a potato.
Draco rolled his eyes uncharacteristically, "Pansy, dearest. Sister, surely you have learnt by now that you cannot fool me with that look. Merlin knows you're terrible at lying. Come, now. Indulge your little brother with your terrible secrets and I shall do the same for you."
"Good heavens, Draco. Eat your dinner and be quiet. You've hardly touched your food." She scolded, he jerked his head towards her plate which was still full and smirked again.
"Just because Blaise doesn't notice, doesn't mean I don't. I'll have you know that Malfoys happen to be keen observers. Dearest, do you not want to hear my secret? No one knows and you'll be the first." Draco pouted.
She paused and then gave in.
"Alright, you win but you owe me a new bag of mint chocolates from Honeydukes. Yes, I like Ronald Weasley. I've been admiring him for a long time now. Is it really that obvious?" She asked, scrunching up her nose in disdain at the sudden image of Lavender making a fool of her, announcing to the whole school of Pansy's long time crush.
"Yes dear, it really is. To the keen observer at least. I don't know what you see in him. He is barbaric and eats like a hog. He's freakishly tall and wears pink shirts. He still despises me if I recall," Draco sniffed and pointed to his bruised cheek.
"That was your fault, dear. You insulted him, remember? Seriously, Draco. It was good of Millie to refuse to heal you. You wouldn't stop being a brat if she didn't." Pansy cooed in a motherly voice. The blonde sniffed and glared at his goblet, willing it to be acid so that he could accidentally spill it over Ron's brand new shirt.
It wasn't a nice shirt anyway.
"Don't you dare comment on his shirt, Draco. I see it in your eyes, you horrid child. It happens to look lovely on him. Now, tell me of your secret like you promised," she had a faraway smile on her face as she imagined picking out pink shirts for her beloved.
The blonde stared at his friend blankly, clamping his mouth shut tightly.
"Draco…" Her voice held a scary warning tone that Draco didn't like very much. He gulped, she glared.
"Alright, fine." He cleared his throat and leaned in to whisper in her ear. Pansy perked up her ears in anticipation, happy inside that her friend trusted her so much to reveal such a secret. Her mood was cut off however, with what he said next.
"Pansy, I was never interested in Seamus that way and I never will be."
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A/N: Hello, folks! School is starting tomorrow so I might not be able to update often but I'll be free during the Chinese New Year holz. To my reviewers, thanks very much! Kisses and huggiez!
Samdum, you got your wish! The Draco/ Seam thing was just a lil plot. Sometimes friends should just stay friends and that definitely applies to Draco and Seamus's relationship. Well, that's my point of view newayz and to Rory, I know this story is strange but then, so is the author. Thanks a lot for taking the time to read it.
I hope you enjoyed that chappie. White chocolate covered Pansy and Ron to everyone! - Aly