PadmaPansy and 'rhyme.'
"He's totally in love with him - always has been!" Pansy complained. Padma smothered a smile with the rim of her mug.
"Honey, you are gayer than I am. What do you know about boys?"
"I lived with them for 8 years! Draco and Blaise, dey ma homies!" she insisted, assuming a horrible American accent. Padma laughed.
"Well, if Draco's been in love with Harry this whole time, he sure has a funny way of showing it."
"Obviously he couldn't just go up to The Boy Who Lived and say, 'Hey, wanna go out?'" Pansy scoffed.
"Maybe not," Padma acknowledged, turning back to her crossword (a typical Muggle morning activity, she was told). "But he could have been a bit nicer."
"Yeah, and Potter's always been a saint."
Padma didn't look up, but she was certain Pansy was rolling her eyes.
"Maybe not," Padma admitted. "Hey, help me out?" Pansy heaved a long-suffering sigh, but come to her side and peered over her shoulder. "It says, 'Love...' Two words, eleven letters." Pansy frowned at the wall for a long while, muttering various phrases under her breath.
"Love conquers all?" she supplied finally, and Padma smiled as she wrote it down. "You knew already? Then why did you ask?" Pansy huffed.
Padma grinned up at her. "I just wanted to hear you say it."
Pansy sighed again, but leaned down to kiss her anyway. She stopped halfway and jabbed at the paper. "I know that one!"
Padma frowned. "Which one?"
"'Now a phrase used in everyday language, Orlando says this to Rosalind in the Shakespeare play As You Like It.' It's eleven letters and two words - again. 'Neither...nor...' Hermione was telling me about this at the Ministry! Neither rhyme nor reason!" she exclaimed joyfully, doing a dance around the kitchen table.
Padma huffed and rolled her eyes. "You have no rhyme or reason..." she muttered, but Pansy grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her, finally.
Maybe she liked Pansy's whims after all.
And that's the end! Wow. I'm sad now! It's been a good run!
