For Yenny... I don't like Pansy/Ron.... I'm more Pansy/Harry then anything, but its her choice, lol. .... I've been reading my Grimm book again... my bad. Enjoy am HP Cinderella twist... maybe I'll do them all....
When The Clock Strikes Thrice
Chapter 1
Blue Moon
Pansy Parkinson looked in the cracked mirror across from the bar in a bittersweet haze. Five years out of school, and that's where she was, a bar. It wasn't even a decent one, either. She remembered back to school days, where she'd been powerful and had everything. Now she was lonely, broke, and unemployed. She's always thought she'd marry wealthy and never have to work, that's why she'd never tried anything... but here she sat, bitter and alone. She smiled, at least she still had her looks. She looked outside, it was still afternoon, and she'd done nothing. She'd been asked for a row out back, it would have been easy money, but she had rejected said person. Mainly because Goyle did it every weekend, and the pick up lines we're old.
"Are you going to the anniversary ball?" asked Astoria, the owner of said bar.
"What?" asked Pansy, snapping out of a daze.
"The ball? The annual ball they hold for three days every year? The one hosted by Harry Potter at Hogwarts?" asked Astoria.
"Oh.... that one.... no," sighed Pansy.
"Why not?" asked Astoria.
"Gee, I don't know.... because its hosted by Harry Potter, you know, the person I tried to give the dark lord..." grumbled Pansy.
"It's a costume ball these year. Come on, I don't want to go alone...." sighed Astoria, "And I really want to go this year."
"Then go, no one will know you came alone. Nearly the whole wizarding world is going." said Pansy.
"Correction. The whole wizarding world IS going." grumbled Astoria, flipping her brown hair out of her eyes.
"I don't want too...."
"Please?" asked Astoria, "we can have so much fun. It'll be like the old days. Scam on guys, mock the girls costumes, and all in a disguise."
"Fine... under one condition." said Pansy.
"What?"
"Different costumes each night," smiled Pansy.
"This is going to be so much fun!" said Astoria, clapping her hands together as the bar emptied as evening came.
"So, now what?" asked Pansy, a slight smile playing on her face.
"I wish we attracted more than werewolves and vampires to my bar..." sighed Astoria, locking the heavy bolt door.
"It's a full moon tonight?" asked Pansy, looking out the small window.
"Not just a full moon... a blue moon." said Astoria, "I'm gonna try the legend tonight."
"What?" asked Pansy.
"The Blue Moon Witch Myth," smiled Astoria, "My mother told it to me when I was seven."
"You've lost me," said Pansy, fixing the lace on her boots.
"My mother said, that on a blue moon that rises in May, its called a Lover's moon. A young witch goes to the highest height she can and blows out a candle. The way it goes, determines her true love. Left means no love awaits at the time, right means it has passed you by."
"How does that help you find love?" asked Pansy.
"...." Astoria looked at the ground in thought, "No idea, my mom lapsed into a coma after she got to that point. Never woke up.... anyways, I'm going to go read."
".... crazy women," Pansy shook her head as he friend headed up the stairs.
Pansy went to her room, it was actually a loft.... well actually... it was the attic. She picked up her journal and began to write about her and Astoria's plan. The detailed her day, her shopping, her new corset.... then she stopped after writing about Astoria's story and how crazy she was. Pansy looked up, it was late. Nearly midnight, she stood up and stretched. She changed into her night clothes and looked out her window. The sky was clear, the brilliant ice blue moon took up most the sky. Pansy sighed and went to go blow out her candle and get ready to bed, when she got an idea. It was worth a shot right. Pansy went to the window, and as the bells of a near by clock sounded midnight, she blew the candle. The smoke went neither left nor right, but forward towards the moon and then disburse downwards. She looked below, and as she leaned forward, her candle went soaring downwards.
"YEOW!" a yell bellowed, and Pansy jumped back.
"Shit..." she whispered, hoping it wasn't anyone she knew.
"Hahahehe!" came a chuckle.
"Damn it, that wasn't funny. Who goes throwing a candle outside windows at midnight?" asked a familiar voice.
"I don't know, just hang up the posters," came yet another familiar voice.
"... stop smiling, it wasn't funny." came the voice again.
Pansy looked out the window again, but the figures had gone. In their place, Pansy could see a large poster announcing the costume ball. For the first time, she wondered what she was going to go as. She needed a mask though, a thought struck her. She had some metal masks in a trunk, maybe she could get some ideas from them. The ball was in two days, and her and Astoria both needed a costume.. well mostly her.
TBC