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Authors Note: Um, I just wanted to say that my older sister helped out a lot with this story (so far) She is going to beta the rest of the story for me, as I write along. So far I have up to Chapter 2 written. And the plot line of course ;) Just incase you are mentally challenged (jk) you should know that any italics that I put in the story are her thoughts...Thanks so much for reading this nudge nudge

Uber Special Note: Thank you soo much to Slytherin-girl TF lover!! You got me started, so now I am doing a George/Pansy story! So I guess this story shalt now be dedicated to you, since you basically inspired me to write up the whole plot. My sister also thinks the whole twin/Pansy idea was very much creative of you..Thanks again soo very much. I luff you, and you shall get chocolate. I hope more people review meh story. Maybe not, but atleast I have one reviewer .

Chapter 1. Love at first Punch

I was stumbling my way through the Entrance hall, mumbling incoherent words under my breath.

I hadn't had the best day.

It had started off with myself almost missing the Hogwarts Express, only to have to sit with a bunch of 1st years, who were giggling madly the whole way. Lets just say that they stopped as soon as I screamed my head off at them. After getting off the train, I had had some difficulty finding my owl, and was once again stuck with some giggling children, but in the form of 5th year Hufflepuffs this time. They had quieted down with speed once I had threatened them with a deadly tone of voice. When I finally got out of the carriage, I slipped on the mud, and landed on my bum, and managed to get mud all on my clothes. So when I finally got up from my horrible state on the ground, I made my way to the castle, and decided to skip going to the feast, and instead go to the dormitories to change.

Now here was I, Pansy Parkinson, newly crowned Queen of the Mud, my legs dragging, as I haphazardly made my way through the enormous entrance hall. I was so absorbed in my depressing and jumbled thoughts, and my feet, that I did not see the person striding my way, looking very preoccupied.

The inevitable happened, and we collided. I winced at the jarring impact, and dropped my owl, Hermes's, cage. I landed with a loud thud on the floor, and my poor bum was abused once more.

"Ow." was my comment of the day.

"OH! I am terribly sorry, would you, I mean, do you need me to help you?"

"Uh uh, I was going uh to uh." My murmur was barely audible, and I didn't even know what I was saying thanks to my dazed state.

"Need, I mean, sorted..er, not sorted.." Arg, my stupid brain. Now I was rambling.

"Um, do you mean you need to get sorted?" A gentle male voice broke through my frustrations.

That woke me up.

"WHAT?" I looked up incredulously to meet a pair of warm brown eyes, that were part of a very handsome face, if I do say so myself. And a well toned quidditch build. Red hair too. How interesting.

"Excuse me?" he said. I flushed as I realized that I still hadn't explained myself. Arg, I was acting like such a school girl! I was Pansy Parkinson, I was supposed to be calm and collected.

"What I meant to say was that how utterly ignorant can you get?"

"Excuse me?" He repeated.

I rolled my eyes. Good sign that my Ice Queen image was back. "You truly think that I am a first year?"

He looked at me blankly.

I snorted. "Oh Please. You must be one of those idiotic Hufflepuffs..I am a seventh year…" I said the last bit slowly, patronizing the blockhead.

He raised a eyebrow. "Okay. So are you coming to the feast? Or too ashamed of your appearance?" I decided that I would not be put down by the nincompoop.

"Yes I am coming." I said haughtily, inside I was cursing my pride.

"Wait, my owl.." I said hesitatingly.

"Oh that thing..the house elves have already taken it.." He said, eyeing me.

"Oh ok.."

"So, shall we go?"
I looked at him. "Yes.."

He grinned at me, causing me to flush, something that my face usually never does. He started to walk and I followed, just staring at his back, and forgetting the fact that my clothes and face were caked in mud. All I could think about was him. How annoying.

We reached the Great Hall and he stopped.
"Well, I assume I shall see you later.."
"Um, sure.."

"Okay then, see you around."

"Yep."

He grinned again, and my blush grew more. Then he opened the door and stepped in. I stepped in myself, and made my way blindly to the Slytherin table, not daring to look back. I sat next to two boys, friends I suppose, if you could call them that. Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy. As I settled myself in between them they looked at me, their mouths hanging open at my appearance. Blaise was the first to speak.
"Parkinson, what happened to you???"
I looked at him. "What do you.." I eyed my clothes with sudden realization and my face turned a even brighter red.
"Long story." I finished shortly, ignoring the confused looks the boys gave me. I instead focused on Dumbledore who had stood up to make announcements.

"Now students, we have decided to incorporate a system for physical activity, or gym as many of you muggleborns call it. Madam Hooch retired, so these young men will be replacing her as co-professors. May I present to you Fred and George Weasely"

He smiled, then sat down as two figures stood. I blinked in shock. The one on the right was the handsome Hufflepuff.

How was this possible? He was not a Hufflepuff but a Weasely! A Weasely! One of the lowest wizarding families. I seethed, how dare he deceive me! That prat!

As I glared murderously at him, his eyes met mine, and he grinned momentarily, before turning to his face aside and waving at a few Gryffindor 1st years. I hit my head in frustration. I had thought a Weasely, a Weasely was handsome! And a Gryffindor. What had gotten into me?

By the time the feast was over, I was extremely angry. Even more angry than I had ever been. Blaise and Draco seemed to recognize that, so they talked between themselves, and said a quick goodbye before hurrying off to their dormitories. I sat for a few seconds before getting up and stalking out of the Great Hall. Of course with my luck, I bumped into yet another body, and almost fell. When I say almost, I mean that strong arms gripped me before I could hit the floor. As I was in a bad mood, I snarled and wrenched myself out of the strangers grip and looked up furiously to meet the brown eyes once more.

"Arg, you!" I managed to spit out angrily.

"Arg, yes me." The Weasely said humorously.

"You you..deceiving prat! How dare you lie to me!" I choked out, my hands curling into fists.

"What are you talking about?" He said innocently. The act didn't trick me, I recognized the glint in his eye.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about you pig-headed narrowed minded prick!"
"Whoa, calm down now Viper."
"What did you just call me…"
"Viper." He grinned, he GRINNED at me. The prat.

"That's not my name.."
"Its my new nickname for you though.."
That was the last straw. I admit it, I did something rash. But I was angry, so shoot me. I lunged for his neck and attempted to tear him to pieces.

"You little prat!" I shrieked as I continued to rip him apart.

"OW! Erg, stop that woman!"
I ignored his comment.

"Whoa, major lovers spat." A unfamiliar male voice broke through my almost victorious conquest.

"Oh, Fred, how lovely of you to join us." the prat winked at me. My eyes narrowed.

"It was no lovers spat you idiot. Your brother here, has cruelly deceived me!"
"Oh has he now?" the supposed Fred clucked his tongue and raised his eyebrows at his twin.

"Deceiving innocent young students already George…my, and I though you'd at least wait until classes would start."
"I am not young!" I shouted indignantly.

Fred turned to me, and gave me a amused smile.
"Well then, someone's feeling rather crummy..woke up on the wrong side of the bed?"

I growled in aggravation.
"I will be leaving now." I needed to leave with some dignity still intact.

The twins looked at me. "So soon?" George said.

"Yes. Why would I waste my time talking with you?" I sneered.

Georges face hardened. "And for what reason."

"You are but a Gryffindor, and a Weasley. I hear you have hardly enough money to buy your own clothes.." I said maliciously, regretting my words slightly as they came out of my mouth. Georges eyes narrowed, and Fred looked at us both cautiously.

"Well, at least I am not destined to become a Death Eater, and my parents love me, and don't expect me to marry a rich bloke. Oh and I live my own life, it isn't guided by Voldermort."

Ok, I wasn't regretting my words anymore.

I could feel my face tense, and the memories that I had kept stored away for so long came flooding back. I shoved them back mentally and stepped forward.
"You don't know me, so don't act like you do." I said quietly, but my tone was filled with poison. Then I did a thing that I though was very reasonable at the time. I punched him. Oh, and if you think that my punch would be measly, you are quite wrong my friend. I am well practiced in punching well. The Weasely groaned in pain, before clutching his face as it contorted in agony. The other twin Fred looked up at me, his face full of amazement.

"Man, you sure can punch."

"Yes I can." I stated before turning and striding casually before reaching the corner, after which I started to run for dear life back to the Slytherin dormitories.

Er. Do I even need a note here? Oh fine, I'll give ya a preview of the next chapter since I'm so kind..lol

"Ah, Ms. Parkinson, I will have to confiscate your broomstick." He said calmly.
"What??!" I exploded.

Haha, that was short wasn't it? Well, if you want to read the next chapter, you shall have to review. Oh, and sorry about this chapter. I do realize that it is rather short..so is the next one. I promise I shall write more in the future