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Sep 26, 2007 13:58



Extended Courtship

Part 2







Lisa sighed contentedly and gave Blaise a leisurely once-over. He put down his fork, scowled horribly at her and moved his chair closer to Draco’s.

Very gratifying, Mandy was sure, but it just didn’t sit well with her. It was against all the proud traditions of W.I.G.S. They had always given the top spots to those who had inspired the foundation of Women Into Gay Subtext, and this break with the norm could mean a backlash.
They could be starting a barren year, filled with nothing but men fancying women! It was too awful to contemplate.
Besides, she liked these two. They were her favourites.




“Who’s number four?” Lisa inquired.
“Oh… Terry,” Mandy replied, abstracted.




“Our Terry?” Lisa squealed. She beamed at him.




He looked back, blinked in a perplexed manner and returned to his book.




She wriggled in glee. “I love a man with hidden depths.”
“Mmm,” Mandy agreed. “He was very interested when Draco came in after Harry hurled all that pumpkin juice at him. Do you remember? In his Quidditch gear? I thought those breeches were indecent before…”
“Yeees,” Lisa said. “But you know, that doesn’t necessarily mean gay. I mean, it could mean ‘not blind.’”




“Lisa,” Mandy admonished her sternly. “Have I ever led you wrong before? No, I don’t believe I have. I know what I’m talking about. Unlike some people, who pulled me around the entire school convinced that Percy Weasley was having it off in a secret love shack with Oliver Wood, and catapulted me into a room where he was kissing Penny Clearwater. Do you recall how many points we lost?”
Lisa pouted.




“I still can’t believe that boy is straight. His name is Percival! Percival!”
“There, there.”
“Six boys, and every one of them straight,” Lisa said wrathfully. “Mrs Weasley should be ashamed of herself. Ashamed.”
“Mrs Malfoy makes up for her,” Mandy soothed.







They both watched Draco, leaning close to Blaise and then leaning laughingly away, as Blaise watched him push his hair behind his ear.




“Oh, she must be a proud mother,” Lisa said tearfully. “Oh, if I could have a son like that!”

Part 3...

harry potter, h/d, mistful, fanfiction

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