A/N: Here is the next chapter. Oh, and I know that there was some kind of magic around/near privet dr to keep Harry safe. But what I'm saying is wouldn't it have been simpler and safer just to walk Harry just a step or two out of it, where they could apparate and then do it, instead of flying all the way to the Burrow. Maybe that is just my way of thinking, dunno. Anyways, thanks for those that have reviewed. I'll try to make the updates a bit longer after this one but not sure how much longer I can make them since I do have several other fics I work on as well. Thx!
Warnings: None really, cept a mention of some nasty sexual content.
Disclaimer: Don't own it.
Chapter Nine
The man was so boring, it should be a crime. Hermione almost dozed off, something she hadn't thought possible. It was hard to pay attention when the man was going back over the same lecture for the third time. Did old Sluggy even realize that he was repeating himself?
"You're drooling, Mione." Harry pointed to the dab of slobber on the side of her chin. She should do like him and sneak something to read during class. He would rather be brewing than this. There was only so much glaring he could take from Ron. Was he still angry over what he'd said about Ginny? Or was there another reason for the heated look? It was hard not to feel the burning glare. Oh well, he had better things to stare at. If only Malfoy would move his cheese wedge-shaped head. Was the arse getting in his way on purpose? "Dreaming of Malfoy?"
"Hmm, none of your business." And if she were? That was her business. He looked like exceptionally fine in his robes today. The blonde hair wasn't slick back but hung down in his face.
"Alright, class." Slughorn turned to write the correct page down on the chalkboard. "I want you to pair off in twos to do this potion. As soon as you have found your partner, one of you may come up to get the needed supplies."
"Later, Mione." Harry snatched his belongings to move. He wasn't going to get stuck with Ron as a partner. Somehow, he didn't think Malfoy was coming back to ask if they could hang out.
Was he really going to abandon her? She scowled at the departing back. Really? He was going to leave her to go sit next to Pansy Parkinson. That would mean she'd be stuck with Ron as a partner. Didn't Harry realize that she wanted to pass Potions?
"Mind?" Draco sat down in the seat Potter had vacated. Weasley was also sliding a chair closer to her. Which would she chose? There were rumors that the two weren't together any longer and she wasn't trying to patch up. That meant she was available and the Weasel could bugger off.
"Not at all, Malfoy." At least she'd get a decent grade. Not as good as Harry since the man still worshipped him. Then again, Malfoy was fairly decent with the subject. She'd rather sit in silence than listen to Ron talk about how unfair Harry is being. That only led to the conversation of them working things out. "Shall you fetch the ingredients, or should I?"
"I'll go grab them." That was an agreement for their partnership. Draco left his belongings and smirked at the red Weasley. He was sure she'd rather deal with him than work with the ex-boyfriend.
"Mione! Not you too. You can't really mean to partner with Malfoy." Ron stared in horror as she nodded. First, Harry had rushed off to sit next to Parkinson and now Hermione was wanting to work with Malfoy?
"Yes, I do. I need to keep my grades passing, Ronald." She used the same tone she would with a two year old. Did he not have any sense? She wasn't in the mood for his antics. If they paired, he'd constantly try to talk and not concentrate on their work.
"But Harry is pairing with Parkinson, who am I going to pair with?" Was she really going to make him go partner with someone else? Why the hell had Malfoy come over anyways? Was something going on between them? What was Malfoy getting at? Trying to prove a point?
"I don't care, to be honest." She flipped open her book to indicate that the conversation was over. Slughorn was already looking back at them. She released the pent up breath when he stormed back over to Neville. That could have gone worse. Harry should have known what his fleeing would do. She let her eyes sway to where his book sat. Pansy had done the same as she, let the wizard fetch. For a Slytherin, the witch was eyeing Harry like he was a piece of chocolate. Hermione saw the appeal, he was handsome in his own way. She almost laughed imagining what kind of couple they would make. Probably just as odd if she were to end up with someone like Malfoy.
"Want to get the cauldron going, Granger?" Draco set the tray down on the table. What was she waiting for? She was worse than Pansy, who was watching Potter's every move. "Something got your attention?"
"Yes, if you must know. She likes him." Hermione turned it to the correct temperature to wait for it to begin boiling. Pale hands were already putting the ingredients in order. She watched noticing that his hands were precise and he even rechecked the instructions to make sure he had it correct. Ron would have just left them on the tray and started grabbing as needed.
"If you are talking about Pansy's obvious lust for Potter, it is old news to me." Draco accurately measured the powder they would have to add first. He quickly glanced over at the duo in the front row. What was Potter saying to make his friend blush? "What is up with Weasel? He hasn't stopped glaring since he joined Longbottom."
"Probably upset that I allowed a Malfoy to sit next to me. He doesn't seem to understand that it is nothing personal. I just don't want a T for a score." If she allowed Ron to join her, she'd be lucky if they didn't end up in the hospital ward. She watched Malfoy add the powder.
"I'm not sure if I should take that as a compliment or be insulted." He knew he was decent with potions. Was the only reason she had allowed him to sit down was to get a good mark? "I'd like to believe that you'd find my company more appealing than his."
"Last year I would have responded no to that." That had been before she discovered the truth and long before the breakup. It was before she had gotten to know the more annoying side of her ex. The side of him that she couldn't bring herself to tolerate.
"And this year?" What did she think of him now? Would learning the truth affect her way of thinking? She had still been raised with muggles and they had been enemies of sorts for almost six years. They couldn't erase the past or the animosity that had existed between them.
"That is still open for debate. Get ready to add the roots." She wasn't sure what she thought of him. He was still a snarky bastard with a complex but was he really any worse than Ron? Ron had never called her a Mudblood, he just insinuated that she was loose enough to cheat with Harry. It was hilarious to be called a prude then a whore in the same sentence. "I'll stir."
"Anything I can do to help you reform your opinion?" Like tell her that she really did have a nice pair. They weren't as large as Pansy's but were high. He didn't think she'd take kindly to that kind of talk. Her physical appearance wasn't the most stunning thing about her. She was brilliant and it used to piss him that he had to work so hard to keep up with someone that had been born to muggles.
"You can add the roots before our potion is ruined." She started to stir seeing it begin to thicken. He tossed them in and got the beetle eyes ready to be added. Why was he looking at her? Did she have something on her nose? His sly glances were almost funny when another set of eyes was constantly tossing daggers at them. She heard Neville swear as their potion began to bubble over. "What is up with Parkinson, anyways?"
"What do you want me to say? She has a thing for Potter but is in denial so deep, she is wading in it. She won't admit to liking the Weaslette's leftovers. Not that I can blame her, I wouldn't want their leftovers either." He shuddered at the idea of sleeping with someone after that slag. Gross, he had heard stories of how bad it smelt.
"Was that some kind of insult, Malfoy?" She was Ron's leftovers. Was he saying there was something wrong with her? Should she comment on his dating Greengrass?
"Don't get your curls in a knot. I said I wouldn't want a Weasley's leftover. The entire castle knows that you had enough common sense not to let him shag you." Good thing, or he might have to change his mind. At least insist that she get tested for anything incurable. Could stupidity be sexually-transmitted?
"Yes, well, there is that." She hadn't let their relationship go that far. Now she was very glad for insisting that they wait. Her first time should be special and romantic. "It is still a little hypocritical of you. The next person you date will be getting Bullstrodes's leftovers."
"Like hell, Granger. I'm no one's leftovers." He wouldn't lower himself to sleep with that slag. His father had taught him better than that. If he was intimate with someone, it would be his wife. There was a chance it might occur before the wedding but he wouldn't spread himself around. There would be no Malfoy bastard running around.
"You're a virgin?" That was hard to believe. Someone that had so many worshippers was still pure? What about the rumors? "So you don't like to take girls up to the astronomy tower and show them your snake?"
"Bloody hell, what do you Gryffindors gossip about?" He had never taken a girl up to the tower to gaze at the stars, much less to show her what he had in his pants. Why were they discussing his sex life? They'd have a lot more to talk about if they were to change the subject to the Weaslette.
"Really, Malfoy. You must realize that you are the topic of many a witch's fantasy. Half our house wants to shag you, the other half wants to claim Harry." Both wizards had their own fan base, for different reasons. Harry was the Golden boy they wanted to marry and Malfoy was the bad boy they wanted to sample.
"Seeing as you can't pursue Potter, does that put you in the other half?" He smirked seeing the blush starting at her neck. Did that put her in the half that wanted to land him? He liked to think he'd be a better catch than Weasel. Once the war was over he'd be able to give his wife a good life. What could the other offer? He'd also respect and appreciate a wife that had a brain bigger than a grain of rice.
"No, I don't want to shag you. I'm not easy." If she were, she would have given it up to Ron. There was no doubt that Malfoy would be a good catch. His family had wealth, privilege and was highly thought of in some circles. It was just hard to recall that she was probably now part of that circle. Soon enough they would be forced to pick a side and she had a feeling that Harry would not be siding with Dumbledore.
He wouldn't offer a quick shag neither, he liked living. His father would slay him if he were to use her in such a disrespectful manner. Then if the Dark Lord found out, he shivered to think about it. It didn't matter if they had just discovered it, the wizard would see them as an extension of himself. At the last meeting, the night before school began, the man had been ecstatic with this turn of events. He was pickled pink that Harry Potter belonged to him. His aunt had been humming and skipping constantly since she found out. It was nice and somehow mortifying. "I would not disrespect you by offering to do so. Even if you did hint around in front of the Great Hall that you wanted to. I was asking if it meant that you were in the half trying to claim me."
Claim him? Wait, she hadn't exactly said that she wanted to. Just that if she did then it was none of Ron's business. "I will not answer that question. I just got out of a horrible relationship and I'm not looking to jump into another."
"What makes you think ours would be horrible?" Unlike Weasel, he knew how to treat the person he was with. He had manners. He also didn't have the idea that his future wife would fulfil the role of breeding cow and housekeeper. His mother had taught him how to treat a lady and how to properly eat at the table.
"Because," because they really didn't like each other. Hermione grabbed the oil that needed to be added. Okay, so most of the time the arguments had been started by Ron but they had never cared for one another. Would finding the truth about her parentage change anything? He could no longer call her a Mudblood. It meant that his father wouldn't have a heart attack and she wouldn't be tortured during a visit to the family. "We don't mesh well."
"How do you know? We've never tried to do any meshing." They had to have more in common than her and Weasley. The only thing that git cared about was himself and Quidditch. "Why don't you give it a try, or are you frightened?"
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What was he looking at? Pansy wanted to touch her neck to see if there was something on it. She couldn't feel anything foreign but his eyes were trained on the area. Why had Draco forsaken her? Just so he could have a chance to flirt with Granger. Was he trying to start a fight? That left his seat open and Potter had swapped with him. Had they planned it out before class? Why was he partnering with her? "Add the roots, please."
"Alright," he adjusted his glasses and slipped the roots inside the potion. Had she noticed his staring? Did it make her uncomfortable? He hoped Hermione didn't get angry with him for moving away. He hadn't felt up to listening to Ron and he jumped up when he noticed that Malfoy had gotten up to move. Was that her he could smell? It reminded him of jasmine and honey. "You smell nice."
Come again? What did he just say? Had Potter just complimented her? He was busy getting the next ingredient ready. Was it an off-the-wall comment? What was he trying to do? Shock her?
She smelt very sweet and he had to admit, he liked the way her neck looked. The skin was flawless and smooth. There were no freckles to distract or to mar the flesh. Was it as soft as it looked? Would she get offended if he were to touch it? His hand reached up to let his fingers glide across the strong pulse. It was silky smooth and he felt the pulse thump beneath his touch.
"What are you doing, Potter?" Why was he caressing her? That definitely felt like a caress. Had the fumes caused him to go mad? No one touched her without her permission, which she wouldn't give anyways. She wasn't some trollop for him to fondle on a whim.
"Seeing if your skin is as soft as it looks." He explained it to her bluntly. One would think what he was doing was self-explanatory. If he were to grab a tit, he didn't think he would need to point out that he was feeling her up. "I wonder if it tastes as good as it smells."
Dammit, she knocked the vial of oil over. She almost raised her hand to inform Slughorn that his favorite pupil was sniffing fumes. He dropped the hand but continued to stare at her. What was he trying to do? Was it all a game to see if he could embarrass her? "I'm not sure what game you are playing at, Potter. But whatever it is, I think I'll decline."
"I've yet to you play with you, Pansy." Not yet. There was no game. He found that he honestly liked the way she looked and smelt. His mind tried to picture what she'd feel like beneath him. Was her skin just as soft everywhere? She must take care of herself, he liked it. Even if Ron didn't understand why he found her to be attractive. What did he care? It wasn't their life, it was his. If he was going to pursue someone, it may as well be someone he wanted. What did being nice ever get him? He was always going out of his way to help others, why not help himself for once? Just because some thought he should be grateful to the Weasley family and he should date their daughter, it didn't mean he had to. He would make his own decisions from now on and his body was telling him that pursuing Parkinson would be worth it. "And if I was, you wouldn't be telling me to stop."
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Her roommate and dorm ghost wasn't around again. Most likely Malfoy had already gone down to dinner. The three of them had decided to meet up and speak in her Common Room. Hermione knew what Harry would do later, he'd send Dobby down to the kitchens to fetch them something to eat.
"Harry, can I borrow Hedwig later?" Luna ran her eyes over the letter she had received from George this morning. She needed to write him back but she wasn't sure what to say. The letter had held nothing really important, just simple questions. He was asking about school and the others. A friendly letter that had made her smile all day.
"Sure, tell George I said hello and I expect some free snaps the next time he sends you some." He couldn't imagine the two together, it would be an odd couple. At least he knew George was a good bloke and he'd treat his sister right. Luna couldn't have chosen a better wizard to end up with. A stranger couple would be his other sibling with Malfoy. "Did you enjoy pairing with Malfoy?"
"I wasn't really given a choice. You abandoned me to go play with Parkinson." Hermione adjusted her feet beneath her. She couldn't believe he would bring it up. He had ran off and probably thought it was funny. "Do you realize what I had to listen to on the way to Charms? Ron would not let up. He was irate at the swapping. More so that I ended up with Malfoy."
"What was it like? Was he a horrible partner?" Harry didn't give a damn what the ginger thought or wanted. He would partner with whoever he chose and it wouldn't be some idiot that would get him a flunking grade. Besides, he had enjoyed standing next to Pansy. Once they had the potion brewing she had shown a bit of her humor by pointing out that Sluggy was wearing the same pants for the last week. Harry had never noticed the notable stain at his ankle before. Pansy had informed him that it was a simple powder stain from donuts and one good washing would get it out. It proved that not only did the man go without washing his clothing, he wore the same funky ones daily. Then she told him about the first time she had tried to do laundry on her own.
"He was alright, I guess. He was very professional and knew what he was doing." Malfoy had been a great help with getting the potion done on time. She would gladly partner with him again during class.
"That isn't what Harry meant. We want to know what he was like, not brewing the potion. Did he say anything to you? Does he smell as good as he looks? Lacy Stanton said she once walked by him in the hall and he smelt heavenly." Luna didn't care about potions, she wasn't taking it for a reason.
She hadn't sniffed him like a dog. "I'll take her word on that. He didn't get close enough for me to get an accurate whiff. I'll do that next time, just for you. If you want juicy gossip, ask Harry. I'd like to know what he was saying to Parkinson to make her blush."
"Not much, just polite conversation." Harry leaned back into the cushion, they weren't buying it. Both were leaning forward to wait for a better answer. "I told her she smelt nice, she did. She also has a great sense of humor."
"Parkinson? Are you sure you don't have her confused?" Hermione had never heard the girl laugh. It had to be someone using polyjuice potion because Pansy Parkinson didn't laugh. "She doesn't know how to laugh."
"Yes, she does." Luna corrected her. "I heard her laughing with a group of other Slytherins this morning. They were discussing having caught Ginny in the broom closet with a Hufflepuff. I didn't understand the term they were laughing at though. One said it was a muggle term. Mione, do you know what a chili-dog is? I thought it might mean they were eating in the closet, so why was it funny?"
"Luna!" She wasn't going to answer that. "Don't ask, Harry. If you don't know then consider yourself lucky. I assure you, it isn't something you eat. Seeing as I'm about to call for Dobby, I'm not explaining it."
"That isn't fair, I want to know what it is." Harry wanted to know what his ex was doing. If it was something he could throw back in her face the next time she tried to hit on him. What exactly had she been doing in the closet if they weren't shagging? "Do I need to ask Pansy what they were doing?"
"So it is Pansy now? When did you two get on a first name basis?" Hermione didn't see anything wrong with it. She hoped Harry knew that it wasn't going to be as easy as getting Ginny. The two were completely different witches and Parkinson had been raised differently.
"Since she didn't correct me during Potions. She's cute, alright." And she smelt delicious. He also liked her smile. There was a coyness that remained no matter what she was smiling about, like she had some dark secret. He had also enjoyed partnering with her. They hadn't argued and the time had passed too quickly for his liking.
"I think she is pretty." Luna didn't know the witch but there was nothing wrong with the way she looked. They weren't on speaking terms so she couldn't say if she liked the Slytherin. "She can't turn out to be more horrible then Ginny. Well, only if she eats newborn babies and likes to chili-dog."
What the hell did that mean? Harry wanted to know. He'd just ask Pansy the next time he saw her. Never mind, he'd ask her now since she was coming through the open door of the Common Room. Right behind her was Malfoy, the two were returning together. Why did that piss him off? The two weren't a couple as far as he knew. "Perfect timing. Pansy, can you answer a question for Luna and me?"
"Harry, you really don't want to know." Hermione didn't want him to find out just how sick his ex could be. That was if the group of Slytherin's had gotten the correct term. Ginny might not have been doing that.
"Know what?" Draco looked towards Potter then back at Pansy. Was something more going on between the two? She had claimed that nothing had happened during Potions. What was she supposed to have the answer to? He was curious seeing her tense up.
"What is a chili-dog?" Luna asked of her. If Hermione wasn't going to tell them, then she would ask. She just had to know what had made those other girls laugh so hard. Was it something funny? She didn't see Ginny as being the hilarious sort. The ginger witch didn't have much of a sense of humor.
"Eh? Ask Granger, I'm not saying." Pansy plopped down on the couch between Lovegood and Granger. That left Draco to take the only single chair remaining. It was only appropriate that she sit with the females. "I already had to leave dinner because I was told what it meant and I had to look at Weaslette's face. Do you have any idea what that can do to someone's appetite."
"Is that why you wouldn't eat?" Draco had been upset being forced to leave the table before he had his fill but she had insisted that she was going to be sick and needed to get away. "Well, I want to know what they are talking about since it made sure I didn't get any dinner."
"Don't blame me, blame Potter's slag. I wasn't sure how to describe it but that muggle term fits. It was disgusting and I had to laugh not to vomit." Did Potter like to do such things? Pansy couldn't imagine the Golden Boy doing something so vile. She had no experience with sex but did one really have to do those things to make it enjoyable?
"Mione, what does it mean? Come on, Malfoy wants to know too." Harry hoped that would encourage her to explain it to them. She really had to tell them since he didn't want Pansy to vomit. The witch was really losing her color as something went through her mind. "Share your knowledge with us."
"Fuck you, Harry. Don't try to coerce me into telling you. I'm not explaining it. Go ask Ginny since she was apparently doing it with some Hufflepuff." Hermione wouldn't lower herself as to say it. It was gross and Ginny had to be seriously nasty to allow someone to perform it with her person.
"Dammit, she let some guy shite on her tits and then he was fucking them." Pansy snapped at the two. Did Potter not know how deprived his ex was? What kind of person played with feces? The smell was what had drawn their attention to begin with. They had thought to find some first year Hufflepuff that had shite himself. It had been horrible to find the two doing said act in a closet. Well she hadn't seen it herself, since only two others had went to inspect the smell but that is what she'd been told was going on.
Seriously? Harry cringed at the very idea. He could see sliding his cock through a nice pair but to add the shite? Why the hell would someone do that? That was sick and he had once put his mouth on those. "That's bloody disgusting."
"I told you to drop it." Hermione shrugged at them. They had all asked to be told. No one would ever listen to her. Both wizards looked ready to vomit and Pansy was clenching her robes. "I just hope she didn't learn that from you, Harry."
"Don't make me hex you." Sister or not, he'd stun her for implying it. Harry wanted to change the subject. He didn't want to think about that. "Anyways, why don't I send Dobby to the kitchens to fetch us something for dinner?"
"As long as it isn't chili-dogs." Luna didn't want one of those. She would just try to block the image from her mind. Even if things were ending between Dean and Ginny, or they were having problems, to do something so gross with another. The guy could find himself someone else. No doubt Ginny was already landing her next boyfriend so she wouldn't be single.
"I'll ignore that comment, so I can eat." Hermione wondered why no one ever listened to her. A different topic was needed. "So Luna, have you decided what to wear out on your date?"
"She has a date, with who?" Pansy jumped into the conversation without being asked. She was a girl and gossiping was her specialty. Who was going out with Lovegood? Was it someone in school or someone older?
"It isn't a date, I'm sure. We are just going to get a butterbeer, nothing else." It still wasn't confirmed and she wasn't going to get her hopes up. George probably just wanted to talk about Ginny or school.
"She's going out with one of the twins, George. Tell her, when you are asked to spend time alone with a wizard, it is a date." Hermione didn't want Luna to ruin the date because she was likely to believe Ginny's lies. There was no way George would ask her out otherwise and she had her own sources. The twin liked her sister and she thought they'd be a cute couple.
"I recall them, the only cute offspring of that uncouth family. If he asked you out for a butterbeer, it is a date. What are you going to wear?" Pansy hoped nothing strange or drab. However, if the twin had asked her out then he obviously liked her unusual personality already and arriving in something completely out of character would be fake and insulting. "I would suggest something simple yet elegant but nothing out of character. The first date is the most critical in a relationship and there is no point in starting it out on a false note."
"Definitely, just be yourself but dress to let him know that you care enough about him as a person to be flattered that he asked you out to try to impress him." Draco found the girl's wardrobe to be a bit humorous, if a bit gaudy. Nothing wrong with someone having a unique personality.
"Wow, that was very insightful, did that hurt your brain?" Hermione couldn't believe Malfoy would tell someone like Luna to be herself. Since he couldn't be rude for fear of angering their fathers, she assumed he'd remain silent on the subject.
"No, wondering what you ever saw in Weasel does that." Draco snapped and leaned back into the chair. He didn't think the blonde witch needed to mess around with a Weasley but it wasn't his choice to make. Once the truth came out the wizard would be forced to choose between the one he liked and his family. Everyone knew how close that family was, Lovegood was setting herself up for unneeded heartache. Or they could be forced to fight each other later on, how hard would that be? That was if these three completely came over to their side.
"Shut up, Draco. Now, Luna, do you have anything in blue or red? I'd suggest blue with your coloring." Pansy ignored the grumbling of her best friend. "It is going to be too cold to wear anything sheer but I have the perfect shirt if you'd like to borrow it. Also, pants are the way to go. A skirt is more feminine but blue legs are not attractive. You would also have to shave and I don't recommend wasting the energy on a first date."
"Jeans would work with a nice shirt and I have a pair of boots that would work well. We will just have to use a shrinking spell since my feet are bigger than yours." Hermione turned to look towards the two. If she couldn't primp herself for a date, she could help Luna.
"Maybe you two should just let her wear what she wants. George likes her as she is and that isn't because of her clothes. Luna is perfect as Luna." Harry didn't see the point in all the planning. It was just a trip to Hogsmeade and George already liked her. Why doll her up?
"Butt out, Harry!"
"Shut up, Potter! This is girl talk and you aren't the correct sex to give your opinion." Pansy was glad that Granger was on her side. "We aren't insisting that she change who she is but as a female, it is in our genetics to want to look nice for the man we want. There is nothing wrong with her wanting to look nice for him. I'm sure Granger agrees with me."
"Indeed. The one time I dressed up for Ron, we went to a muggle restaurant for my birthday. Not that he noticed that I went through the extra trouble of wearing makeup." He had been more concerned over how much the meal was going to cost because he wanted to save some of what he'd been loaned to buy candy on the way home. There had been no dancing even though she had chosen a romantic spot. The date had been a total disaster and he had still wanted to instigate sex after. "A girl likes to hear that she looks beautiful."
"Well, some don't need all of that to be beautiful." Harry turned his attention to the elf that just popped up beside him. He thought all three of them were beautiful without all of the primping. "Dobby, can you fetch dinner for us?"
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Please review and sorry about the chili-dog comment, okay I'm not. Friend of mine told me about that fetish and how some like to do it. I've never done it, ewwww. But everyone has their likes and dislikes. Also, it is meant to be a 'rumor' or 'speculation'. The only thing Pansy smelt was the shit, she went with her friends to check it out, the one friend said that is what was going on. Etc... Could be true, or could just be Slytherin gossip.
Also I don't plan on Harry being 'weak' or too bent up over Ginny. I see him as a strong-willed person even though he was mistreated as a child. So he won't be letting what Ginny keep him from being with anyone else. He won't slag jump but he will know that not every girl is like that and move on.