One Shot: Knocked Over and Out
Title: Knocked Over and Out
Characters: George/Pansy
For: HP Pairings
Rating: G
Genre: Drama
Warnings: People fall and can't get up.
Word Count: 458
Summary: George gets knocked over by an unsucessful product and tries to be a gentleman.
Notes: Random. I promise, no one gets knocked up, because that would be bad.
Disclaimer: Characters do not belong to me and I make no money off of them, etc.
George shook his head, but the shrill sound still rung in his head. He pushed himself up from the ground, and rubbed his eyes in the settling dust. The screeching appeared to be female. Confused, he looked for his twin and saw him across the room laughing hysterically. He didn’t see how the git could laugh with this high-pitched shrieking. Clutching his ears, he sat up further and banged his head against something hard.
Oh yes, they were in the Great Hall. They had been testing another product. Apparently this one still needed some fine tuning as it seemed to have exploded in their faces. He could see students trying to get up all over the large room. He was going to be in so much trouble. Oh wait, he already was, since that was Hermione screaming at him and his dear brother.
Scooting out from underneath the bench, he stood up on shaky feet and tried to find that Granger girl to shut her up. He saw a vaguely female form on the ground next to him obscured by all the smoke. The sound wasn’t coming from her. Should help her anyways.
George grabbed at the girl and got handfuls of skirt and shirt. He pulled up, just as the female tried to stand. They overbalanced and both fell, her on top of him. He tried to push her off, but she had lost her equilibrium completely and couldn't get up. Sitting up, he tried to steady the struggling bundle on his lap. Her dark-haired head was down as she coughed in the thick haze, so he couldn’t see her face.
Then he noticed the green and silver on her sweater and groaned inwardly. Curses. It had to be Slytherin girl scrambling in his lap. She rolled off of him and landed on all fours. She flipped her hair out of her eyes and glared at him. Her upturned nose flew higher as she saw her would-be-rescuer. George was not feeling well, maybe it was the smoke or the Slytherin princess glaring daggers at him. He tried to shrug an apology as he finally made it back to his feet.
Remembering his manners that his mother ingrained into him, George once more tried to help Pansy. He caught her shoulder and elbow and helped her rise. She finally made it to her feet, but had to grab at his sweater to steady herself. She glanced up at him. George tried to smile politely. Pansy didn't immediately glare or even spit in his face, but instead stared him down until he looked away and finally remembered to let her go. She stepped away, straightened her clothes, and walked off. George watched her as she disappeared into the mist.
Characters: George/Pansy
For: HP Pairings
Rating: G
Genre: Drama
Warnings: People fall and can't get up.
Word Count: 458
Summary: George gets knocked over by an unsucessful product and tries to be a gentleman.
Notes: Random. I promise, no one gets knocked up, because that would be bad.
Disclaimer: Characters do not belong to me and I make no money off of them, etc.
George shook his head, but the shrill sound still rung in his head. He pushed himself up from the ground, and rubbed his eyes in the settling dust. The screeching appeared to be female. Confused, he looked for his twin and saw him across the room laughing hysterically. He didn’t see how the git could laugh with this high-pitched shrieking. Clutching his ears, he sat up further and banged his head against something hard.
Oh yes, they were in the Great Hall. They had been testing another product. Apparently this one still needed some fine tuning as it seemed to have exploded in their faces. He could see students trying to get up all over the large room. He was going to be in so much trouble. Oh wait, he already was, since that was Hermione screaming at him and his dear brother.
Scooting out from underneath the bench, he stood up on shaky feet and tried to find that Granger girl to shut her up. He saw a vaguely female form on the ground next to him obscured by all the smoke. The sound wasn’t coming from her. Should help her anyways.
George grabbed at the girl and got handfuls of skirt and shirt. He pulled up, just as the female tried to stand. They overbalanced and both fell, her on top of him. He tried to push her off, but she had lost her equilibrium completely and couldn't get up. Sitting up, he tried to steady the struggling bundle on his lap. Her dark-haired head was down as she coughed in the thick haze, so he couldn’t see her face.
Then he noticed the green and silver on her sweater and groaned inwardly. Curses. It had to be Slytherin girl scrambling in his lap. She rolled off of him and landed on all fours. She flipped her hair out of her eyes and glared at him. Her upturned nose flew higher as she saw her would-be-rescuer. George was not feeling well, maybe it was the smoke or the Slytherin princess glaring daggers at him. He tried to shrug an apology as he finally made it back to his feet.
Remembering his manners that his mother ingrained into him, George once more tried to help Pansy. He caught her shoulder and elbow and helped her rise. She finally made it to her feet, but had to grab at his sweater to steady herself. She glanced up at him. George tried to smile politely. Pansy didn't immediately glare or even spit in his face, but instead stared him down until he looked away and finally remembered to let her go. She stepped away, straightened her clothes, and walked off. George watched her as she disappeared into the mist.