One Shot: Tempers
Title: Tempers
Characters: Oliver/Pansy
For: HP Pairings
Rating: PG-13
Genre: General
Warnings: Pansy has a dirty mouth.
Word Count: 460
Summary: Everyday, Pansy insults his team, Oliver just can't take it anymore.
Notes: During SS or CoS.
Disclaimer: Characters do not belong to me and I make no money off of them, etc.
Tempers
Oliver had a temper. Fortunately, this temper had a long fuse, so it took a lot to make him blow. Yet when he did, it was more than your average explosion. His mum had a temper too, but with a much shorter fuse. When she found him picking on his younger sisters, she had ripped into him. That was whupping he didn’t think he’d ever forget. She had drilled into him one law above else, you don’t hurt girls, no matter what. So it was his only his longsuffering and his mother’s rule that kept him from hurting one particular girl.
She came every day to those misbegotten Slytherins’ practice. Not that she was on the team; she was the little girlfriend of the blond brat, whose da bought his place on the team. Like a good girlfriend, she came every day to support the team. It seemed that it always happened that when his Gryffindors were done with practice, the Slytherins would just be starting. Like rival gangs, they passed each other as one entered and one left the practice field.
Their team was all blokes, so ignoring their cold glares and insults was easier. That hellcat, though, she was different. She would spew the foulest names, the vilest slurs, and the sickest insinuations. The witch could say the worst with a saccharine smile on her pretty little pug-nosed face. Giving credit where credit was due, she was certainly creative.
He let his team walk out before him and he could see their reactions as they passed the harpy. Harry’s face would turn bright red and would drop to the ground as she rude things about his poor dead parents. Katie paled and looked sick when Pansy called her a cheap slut. Pansy aggressively told Angela her parents were poor trash, which caused Angela’s face to turn to immovable stone, though her fists clenched. Alicia would glare and bite her lip to keep herself in check to keep from decking Pansy when she called her a putrid, ugly idiot. When she attacked their parents and siblings, Fred and George’s ears would turn red and they’d stare her down, cursing their manners taught by their own mum.
When the Slytherin team came to Oliver, they gave him their dirtiest looks. They kept walking, but Pansy stopped, thrilled to be given an audience to spread more of her venom. She opened her impertinent mouth, but Oliver cut in, “gud day, Pansy. Ah hope ye’re nae too cauld; it’s a bit nippy this mornin.’ Ah’m glad ye’ve come oot to support yer team. Have a gran’ practice today.”
The angry, confused look on her face was worth biting his tongue and keeping the nasty insults in check. His mum would be proud.
Characters: Oliver/Pansy
For: HP Pairings
Rating: PG-13
Genre: General
Warnings: Pansy has a dirty mouth.
Word Count: 460
Summary: Everyday, Pansy insults his team, Oliver just can't take it anymore.
Notes: During SS or CoS.
Disclaimer: Characters do not belong to me and I make no money off of them, etc.
Tempers
Oliver had a temper. Fortunately, this temper had a long fuse, so it took a lot to make him blow. Yet when he did, it was more than your average explosion. His mum had a temper too, but with a much shorter fuse. When she found him picking on his younger sisters, she had ripped into him. That was whupping he didn’t think he’d ever forget. She had drilled into him one law above else, you don’t hurt girls, no matter what. So it was his only his longsuffering and his mother’s rule that kept him from hurting one particular girl.
She came every day to those misbegotten Slytherins’ practice. Not that she was on the team; she was the little girlfriend of the blond brat, whose da bought his place on the team. Like a good girlfriend, she came every day to support the team. It seemed that it always happened that when his Gryffindors were done with practice, the Slytherins would just be starting. Like rival gangs, they passed each other as one entered and one left the practice field.
Their team was all blokes, so ignoring their cold glares and insults was easier. That hellcat, though, she was different. She would spew the foulest names, the vilest slurs, and the sickest insinuations. The witch could say the worst with a saccharine smile on her pretty little pug-nosed face. Giving credit where credit was due, she was certainly creative.
He let his team walk out before him and he could see their reactions as they passed the harpy. Harry’s face would turn bright red and would drop to the ground as she rude things about his poor dead parents. Katie paled and looked sick when Pansy called her a cheap slut. Pansy aggressively told Angela her parents were poor trash, which caused Angela’s face to turn to immovable stone, though her fists clenched. Alicia would glare and bite her lip to keep herself in check to keep from decking Pansy when she called her a putrid, ugly idiot. When she attacked their parents and siblings, Fred and George’s ears would turn red and they’d stare her down, cursing their manners taught by their own mum.
When the Slytherin team came to Oliver, they gave him their dirtiest looks. They kept walking, but Pansy stopped, thrilled to be given an audience to spread more of her venom. She opened her impertinent mouth, but Oliver cut in, “gud day, Pansy. Ah hope ye’re nae too cauld; it’s a bit nippy this mornin.’ Ah’m glad ye’ve come oot to support yer team. Have a gran’ practice today.”
The angry, confused look on her face was worth biting his tongue and keeping the nasty insults in check. His mum would be proud.