Ficlet: The Start of Something Beautiful
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omi_ohmyTitle: The Start of Something Beautiful
Characters: Pansy, Hermione, Harry, Draco.
Words: 596
Rating: G
Warnings: None
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sortinghatdrabs, prompt #160: Pansy + any Gryffindor + photo prompt.
This is my first attempt at drabbling - it was interesting to try something new, and I will definitely give it a go again. I didn't quite do what I wanted to, but then this is the shortest thing I've written so far, and that felt like its own achievement! I am always drawn to Pansy and Hermione giving Harry and Draco the push to get together, but had never actually imagined their first conversation before...
The Start of Something Beautiful
Pansy stroked the sleeve of her cardigan, bored, as she looked out of the window. Outside Draco sat by the recently blasted remnants of a tree, white-faced as he watched Potter storm off.
“Would you like some tea, Pansy?”
“Darling, you know that I don’t really care for tea.” Pansy turned and was met by the sight of Hermione Granger, eyes bright and hair still wild about her face from the wind and the cold outside.
“Oh yes, I forgot that you don’t really eat. Or drink.” Granger frowned.
“No, no,” said Pansy, waving her hand dismissively. “Of course I eat. And there’s always coffee.”
“Is it ever a little… limiting, being a walking stereotype?”
“What, highly strung, busy professional?” Pansy said, lighting her cigarette with the only bit of wandless magic she had ever mastered. “Not really, no. How is mousy geek working for you?”
Granger’s hand went to her hair, but she pulled it down almost straight away. She smoothed out her skirt. “Fine, thanks. Now that we’ve traded pleasantries, maybe we should say what’s really on our minds.”
Pansy took a long drag from her cigarette. She closed her eyes as she exhaled a cloud of smoke. Granger didn’t move, her gaze fixed on Pansy.
“Your friend is a fool.”
“Yours isn’t much better.” They looked each other up and down, as if about to start flinging hexes. Instead, Pansy brought her cigarette to her lips again.
“You’re right: he’s an idiot.” She affected a whining voice. “‘Potter is stupid, Potter has stupid hair, Potter has the manners of a troll’. It never stops.” Pansy smiled, a slow lazy curve of the lips, at Granger’s affronted look. “Oh, that’s just how Draco, poor darling, talks. Although Potter’s hair is stupid.”
“Well, I suppose that all I ever hear about is what a git Malfoy is, how he’s rude, stuck-up, and a bit too fit for his own good.” Granger shook her head. “How can they not see that they like each other? Sometimes I think that a really tricky locking spell, and an hour or two—“
“Locking spell? Do you know many?” Pansy arched a finely tweezed eyebrow. A fiery glow spread across Granger’s face almost instantly, and Pansy’s eyebrows climbed higher. “My, my, Granger, maybe there is more to you than meets the eye.”
“I–“ Granger made a visible effort to control herself, biting her lip in the process. She looked at Pansy, her eyes brave with defiance. “There are some things I want to make sure get done properly,” There was a silence. “And please call me Hermione. We’re not children in school anymore.”
“No, we’re not,” said Pansy. Her eyes travelled over Gra– Hermione with a spark of interest which hadn’t been there before. Pansy stubbed out her cigarette without looking at it.
Hermione hesitated for a moment, then cast a freshening charm, and the sour odour of smoke disappeared from the room. Pansy stared at her.
“Some would consider that rude, you know.”
Hermione shrugged. “It stinks. Besides, smoking will give you terrible wrinkles.”
Pansy blinked. “You–“ she shook her head. “You’re not what I expected at all.”
“Strangely, I know what you mean. It’s… refreshing, being able to be this honest.” Hermione smiled. “I think I like it.”
“Me too,” Pansy said, and she smiled back, no longer bored. “Much as those two idiots outside annoy me, I think there are far more interesting things in the world to occupy oneself with,” she said, and she leant forward. “Now tell me more about these locking spells….”
Characters: Pansy, Hermione, Harry, Draco.
Words: 596
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Author's note: Written for
sortinghatdrabs, prompt #160: Pansy + any Gryffindor + photo prompt.This is my first attempt at drabbling - it was interesting to try something new, and I will definitely give it a go again. I didn't quite do what I wanted to, but then this is the shortest thing I've written so far, and that felt like its own achievement! I am always drawn to Pansy and Hermione giving Harry and Draco the push to get together, but had never actually imagined their first conversation before...
The Start of Something Beautiful
Pansy stroked the sleeve of her cardigan, bored, as she looked out of the window. Outside Draco sat by the recently blasted remnants of a tree, white-faced as he watched Potter storm off.
“Would you like some tea, Pansy?”
“Darling, you know that I don’t really care for tea.” Pansy turned and was met by the sight of Hermione Granger, eyes bright and hair still wild about her face from the wind and the cold outside.
“Oh yes, I forgot that you don’t really eat. Or drink.” Granger frowned.
“No, no,” said Pansy, waving her hand dismissively. “Of course I eat. And there’s always coffee.”
“Is it ever a little… limiting, being a walking stereotype?”
“What, highly strung, busy professional?” Pansy said, lighting her cigarette with the only bit of wandless magic she had ever mastered. “Not really, no. How is mousy geek working for you?”
Granger’s hand went to her hair, but she pulled it down almost straight away. She smoothed out her skirt. “Fine, thanks. Now that we’ve traded pleasantries, maybe we should say what’s really on our minds.”
Pansy took a long drag from her cigarette. She closed her eyes as she exhaled a cloud of smoke. Granger didn’t move, her gaze fixed on Pansy.
“Your friend is a fool.”
“Yours isn’t much better.” They looked each other up and down, as if about to start flinging hexes. Instead, Pansy brought her cigarette to her lips again.
“You’re right: he’s an idiot.” She affected a whining voice. “‘Potter is stupid, Potter has stupid hair, Potter has the manners of a troll’. It never stops.” Pansy smiled, a slow lazy curve of the lips, at Granger’s affronted look. “Oh, that’s just how Draco, poor darling, talks. Although Potter’s hair is stupid.”
“Well, I suppose that all I ever hear about is what a git Malfoy is, how he’s rude, stuck-up, and a bit too fit for his own good.” Granger shook her head. “How can they not see that they like each other? Sometimes I think that a really tricky locking spell, and an hour or two—“
“Locking spell? Do you know many?” Pansy arched a finely tweezed eyebrow. A fiery glow spread across Granger’s face almost instantly, and Pansy’s eyebrows climbed higher. “My, my, Granger, maybe there is more to you than meets the eye.”
“I–“ Granger made a visible effort to control herself, biting her lip in the process. She looked at Pansy, her eyes brave with defiance. “There are some things I want to make sure get done properly,” There was a silence. “And please call me Hermione. We’re not children in school anymore.”
“No, we’re not,” said Pansy. Her eyes travelled over Gra– Hermione with a spark of interest which hadn’t been there before. Pansy stubbed out her cigarette without looking at it.
Hermione hesitated for a moment, then cast a freshening charm, and the sour odour of smoke disappeared from the room. Pansy stared at her.
“Some would consider that rude, you know.”
Hermione shrugged. “It stinks. Besides, smoking will give you terrible wrinkles.”
Pansy blinked. “You–“ she shook her head. “You’re not what I expected at all.”
“Strangely, I know what you mean. It’s… refreshing, being able to be this honest.” Hermione smiled. “I think I like it.”
“Me too,” Pansy said, and she smiled back, no longer bored. “Much as those two idiots outside annoy me, I think there are far more interesting things in the world to occupy oneself with,” she said, and she leant forward. “Now tell me more about these locking spells….”
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Date: 2012-10-27 04:31 pm (UTC)Lovely, lovely, lovely.
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Date: 2012-10-27 04:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-10-27 05:07 pm (UTC)In summary, you was robbed ;-)
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Date: 2012-10-27 05:26 pm (UTC)Oh, yes, and thanks. The mousy geek line was my favourite, too.
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Date: 2012-10-27 05:54 pm (UTC)no subject
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