Chapter Eleven: Impossible
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Pansy Parkinson did not look like a pug, thank you very much. She was actually quite normal looking contrary to what people said. It wasn't Pansy's fault that she had a name that went so well with the word pug.
People seemed hate Pansy for no reason at all; they just randomly decide to have something against her. Pansy came to the conclusion that this was because she was friends with Draco Malfoy, and you'd have to be an idiot (or a first year) to not know who Draco Malfoy was, and why you should hate him.
In all honesty the only reason she even became friends with Draco was because she thought he was good looking when she first laid eyes on him. Pansy laughs at that memory now because Draco was not at all what people would call good looking in first year. In fact, he really did resemble a ferret (a very blond and pointy ferret). Luckily he grew out of that, sort of.
People also, along with calling Pansy a pug, called Draco a ferret. The Pug and the Ferret. Not exactly the most amusing thing from Pansy and Draco's point of view. Most people didn't call Draco a ferret to his face, though. They instead used it all the time behind his back, because most weren't stupid enough to do something the equivalent of signing a death warrant.
Pansy wasn't a very fearsome person. She wasn't very tall and she wasn't very strong. People could literally walk all over her. The only way she could defend herself was to shout back rude remarks that was exactly what made people hate her in the first place, that along with being friends with the equally vile Draco.
Pansy sighed to herself and rested her head against the arm of the sofa in the Slytherin common room. She now knew for sure that nobody would accept her dating Harry Potter. The Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived. The boy who defeated the Dark Lord when he was a baby, the boy that everyone secretly respected no matter how much the hated him. How could that same boy be dating Pansy Parkinson? It wasn't believable. Pansy couldn't even believe it herself and she was the one dating him.
Suddenly, someone took Pansy out of her thoughts. It was Draco Malfoy; he had sat down next to her. "Pansy, are you okay? You look kind of dead."
Pansy sat up and through a sofa pillow at Draco. "Why, thank you. You sure do have a way with word. And for your information, I was thinking."
"Oh really?"
"Yes, really." Pansy sighed. "So, are you sitting for a reason? Or are you just trying to annoy me?"
"Can't I talk to my best friend anymore?"
"You've barely talked to me the last few days, Draco," said Pansy with a very noticeable bitter tone in her voice.
"Oh, um, sorry about that. It's just… I've been busy, very busy. You haven't talked to me either."
"I guess we've both been busy," Pansy said.
"But the question is, what have you been busy with? Hmm? Got yourself a boyfriend?" Draco asked. He regretted it instantly; Pansy was sure to ask what exactly he's been doing too. Smart move, Draco, he thought to himself.
"That's ridiculous!" Pansy laughed. "If I had a boyfriend you'd be the first I'd tell. I would tell you every, single little detail about him until you begged me to stop. What a stupid question…" Pansy silently thanked herself at how good she is at lying.
"True, very true. So does this mean you're not bringing anyone to the ball?" asked Draco.
"I guess not," Pansy said. "It's just a ball, probably going to be boring anyways. I might not even go." Pansy now mentally kicked herself, Draco knew that she loved balls and she loved dancing.
"Am I supposed to believe that?"
"Well, yes. That was the whole point," said Pansy.
"Humph," replied Draco eloquently.
Pansy smiled. "So, Draco, got yourself a boyfriend?"
Draco wasn't really paying attention to the question when he automatically replied, "Yes." Thinking of Ginny, who obviously was a girl, not a guy. Then after a few seconds he went, "What? No! Pansy!"
Pansy laughed and ran up to the Slytherin girls' dormitories.
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The youngest daughter, and only daughter, of Arthur and Molly Weasley was very confused. She was confused about two things. One was how could Harry Potter possibly be dating Pansy Parkinson. She was a Slytherin. Which was very hypocritical for her to say, but she, unlike Harry, wasn't the savior of the Wizarding world. Ginny Weasley was just Ginny Weasley; she held no other title and had nothing to live up to, and right now, she loved that.
Ginny's second confusion was why couldn't she tell Ron that she was dating Draco Malfoy? Harry told Ron about Pansy, why couldn't she do the same? To simply put it, she feared for her life.
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In the whole mess of problems that were circling around a few Gryffindors and Slytherins (and I suppose one Ravenclaw) there were two Gryffindors who felt very out of the loop and they weren't very happy about it.
Ron and Hermione were sitting by the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room. They had been sitting there for about a half an hour waiting for Harry to show up. Actually, they gave up waiting for him since they were quite she he was off somewhere with Pansy doing better things than talking with his friends (Ron shuddered at this thought).
Both Ron and Hermione had told Harry that they were fine with him dating Pansy. This was half true, and half a lie. Ron was happy he was dating someone other than his sister and Hermione was happy that a Gryffindor and a Slytherin were dating. Neither of them were happy that he was dating Pansy, the same Pansy that was friends with Draco Malfoy. It was impossible to imagine why after all that has happened between him and Pansy that he would actually like her, in a romantic way.
"Pansy probably poisoned him with a spell or something…" Ron said after a while of silence between him and Hermione.
Hermione looked up from the essay she was writing. "Yes, Ron, she poisoned him. Because we all know that Pansy's capable to do that."
"She could have had Malfoy do it for her," mumbled Ron.
"We would have noticed," Hermione said. "Harry's dating Pansy out of his own free will, and that's that. You're going to have to accept it or you're going to go crazy."
"Harry's the crazy one."
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"This is lame," said Pansy.
"What is?" asked Harry.
They were both sitting behind a statue of a lion on the six floor of Hogwarts Castle.
"That I lied to Draco. That's lame," replied Pansy.
"Well, I told Ron and Hermione, so why can't you just tell Malfoy?"
Pansy rolled her eyes. "Because it's Draco Malfoy, Harry. Think about it. You can't just tell him that you're dating a Gryffindor. Especially when it's The Boy Who Lived. Duh."
"Oh, um, okay. I wonder if when I die they'll call me The Boy Who Finally Died."
"That's just…special," said Pansy. "I still can't believe Weasley and Granger were happy for you. Gryffindors are weird."
"Weird in a good way, as in they accept their friends and their decisions."
"I bet they wouldn't accept you if you decided to date You Know Who." Pansy thought for a moment. " I don't think I would either. You leaving me for him would be pretty sad and disturbing."
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"You're in my tree, Weasley," said voice from below. "First you sit leaning against my tree now you're in it."
"You're a very rude boyfriend, you know that?" replied Ginny.
Ginny had left the common room around ten o'clock that night to do some writing. She also knew there was a good chance that Draco would be out there as well. Which was a good enough of a reason to break a few school rules.
"I'm a Malfoy. Malfoys automatically suck at all things that have to do with relationships. It's in the Malfoy Handbook, you should read it before you attempt to date one." Draco grabbed onto one of the lower branches and started to slowly climb up the tree.
"You could always be a nonconformist… it seems to suit your personality," said Ginny. "Then you could be a wonderful boyfriend and buy me chocolate and junk."
"Sounds like fun. I can be a nonconformist who buys chocolate and junk for his girlfriend. I'm already getting giddy about this!"
"You're an arse." Ginny tore a piece of paper from her notebook and threw it at him.
"Can't argue that."
Ginny and Draco sat in silence for a few moments until they decided to lie by the lake like a normal, romantic couple would. The problem was that Draco was not romantic. He was cold, sarcastic and rude. Ginny wasn't like that at all but that was what she liked about Draco. She would agree that opposites do in fact attract.
Ginny was curled up in Draco's arms with her head on his chest. She was half asleep and half in deep thought. Her deep thoughts were interrupted when a voice said, "Ginny? Malfoy? What's going on...?"
The voice belonged to Harry Potter.
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The impossibility of something is always debatable.
Ugh, I know that chapter sucked. And it was short, very short. I just felt horrible because I haven't updated in so long. Again, I'm REALLY sorry about its length (or lack of it).
