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2.
Aggravated
You can feel yourself cringing and scowling at how she's clinging to him. Her flirty smiles and bright eyes making you wish you could slap her. But slapping is for girls and you don't bother with threats. Who'd take you seriously anyway?
But your steaming; she won't leave him be! And he doesn't seem to be doing more than speaking to her calmly. You know he's not blind, he knows what she's up to and it only makes you angrier.
You startle your friends as you stand up and stride confidently to him and that… Black haired bit-… You halt the thought for your own amusement as you realize how much she reminds you of Bellatrix Lestrange. It is too bad you can't curse her too.
She's still chattering as you finally come to a stop, and you stare down at her. You glance at him and he is looking surprised and you have to admit your performance has been rather good so far.
"I'm sorry, but Draco needs to help me for a bit Pansy." You say in a sweet tone, and you're proud that your voice didn't slip a bit. "Urgently." You add hesitantly, as an after thought.
She glares at you with distaste, and you berate yourself for the slip up, "Longbottom, didn't your Grandmother teach you any manners? It's rude to interrupt a conversation."
Her spicy tone finally does you in and you possessively take his arm, your hand linking with his, "Thank you, I will remember that." You feel cruel and lean down to peck his cheek and her face reddens angrily, and you grow pink too from the collective gasp from the crowd.
You glance down at him and he's staring up at you with a look of pride. It's the first time you've noticed that he hasn't said a word since your arrival. You bend and peck his lips this time.
As you straighten you send her a smirk, just like he taught you, "Goodbye Pansy."
