I want to be your dirty little secret...
I saw Blank again today!! It was pretty early in the morning too, so I was happy for the rest of the day. ^_^
I was in this really weird mood today, where I was blanking out every so often and going off into fantasy-land (not that type of fantasy, sorry to dissapoint...), thinking of how to start this original fic I thought of during French class. Once I get it started, I'll post some up here. It should turn out to be very good, I think. I hope. So since I was fading off so often, I naturally bombed my math test...unlike ladythor who got a 95! So unfair. :-P
In other news, I did start a new fic. It's Pansy/Ron.
"It was a cool day out on the Hogwarts grounds. Groups of students milled about, chatting, working, and enjoying the weekend break from classes. Pansy Parkinson, however, was indoors.
Damn this essay. She thought to herself. Herbology, her worst subject. Damn, damn, damn. She put her quill down and looked over what she had wrote. A grand total of two paragraphs. Really horrible paragraphs, at that. There was no way she would pass with crap like this. She looked up and out the window above the desk where she was working. Everyone else was enjoying the day, why was she still stuck inside? She quickly crumpled her parchment into a ball and threw it into the fire. Stupid idea, Pansy, but who cares.
She grabbed her cloak and thrust her arms through the sleeves as she walked up out of the dungeon Common Room (no one was there, either), through the hallways and out the oak doors out onto the grounds. Standing at the top of the steps, she looked out and around for a the blonde head that was Draco, or, or maybe the red hair of Blaise.
She spotted blonde and red hair, but the red hair was not that of her friend Blaise Zabini. It was Ron Weasley.
“Weasley, if it was my day to watch her, I wasn’t aware.” Pansy could hear Draco’s voice, filled with scorn.
“Well, I was thinking maybe you saw her in the hallways by your common room or something. You know how she’s always down there working with Snape on that special potions project…”
“Well I haven’t seen her, bugger off will you?”
Pansy took Ron’s pause as a time to interject. “Just reminding you that there’s a prefect’s meeting tonight.”
“Thanks, Pansy,” Draco said, still glaring at Ron.
She looked to Ron, than to Draco, than back to Ron. “See you at 8, than.” She lightly touched Ron’s arm, than walked off. It was just a slight brush of fingertips against skin, but it sent shivers up his spine.
Read and review, duckies. More smut to come, don't worry.
I was in this really weird mood today, where I was blanking out every so often and going off into fantasy-land (not that type of fantasy, sorry to dissapoint...), thinking of how to start this original fic I thought of during French class. Once I get it started, I'll post some up here. It should turn out to be very good, I think. I hope. So since I was fading off so often, I naturally bombed my math test...unlike ladythor who got a 95! So unfair. :-P
In other news, I did start a new fic. It's Pansy/Ron.
"It was a cool day out on the Hogwarts grounds. Groups of students milled about, chatting, working, and enjoying the weekend break from classes. Pansy Parkinson, however, was indoors.
Damn this essay. She thought to herself. Herbology, her worst subject. Damn, damn, damn. She put her quill down and looked over what she had wrote. A grand total of two paragraphs. Really horrible paragraphs, at that. There was no way she would pass with crap like this. She looked up and out the window above the desk where she was working. Everyone else was enjoying the day, why was she still stuck inside? She quickly crumpled her parchment into a ball and threw it into the fire. Stupid idea, Pansy, but who cares.
She grabbed her cloak and thrust her arms through the sleeves as she walked up out of the dungeon Common Room (no one was there, either), through the hallways and out the oak doors out onto the grounds. Standing at the top of the steps, she looked out and around for a the blonde head that was Draco, or, or maybe the red hair of Blaise.
She spotted blonde and red hair, but the red hair was not that of her friend Blaise Zabini. It was Ron Weasley.
“Weasley, if it was my day to watch her, I wasn’t aware.” Pansy could hear Draco’s voice, filled with scorn.
“Well, I was thinking maybe you saw her in the hallways by your common room or something. You know how she’s always down there working with Snape on that special potions project…”
“Well I haven’t seen her, bugger off will you?”
Pansy took Ron’s pause as a time to interject. “Just reminding you that there’s a prefect’s meeting tonight.”
“Thanks, Pansy,” Draco said, still glaring at Ron.
She looked to Ron, than to Draco, than back to Ron. “See you at 8, than.” She lightly touched Ron’s arm, than walked off. It was just a slight brush of fingertips against skin, but it sent shivers up his spine.
Read and review, duckies. More smut to come, don't worry.