disney meme [2/8] songs➞ where you are “ you are your father’s daughter: stubbornness and pride. mind what he says, but remember, you may here a voice inside. and if the voice starts to whisper, to follow the farthest star, moana, that voice inside is who you are. ”
Seamus and Harry are a couple. Draco really doesn't like that. (fanon) Pansy is just the person he needs
“Quick, Pansy, kiss
Pansy stares at Draco,
her face screwed up at the absurd suggestion. There are so many things wrong
with that statement. First, ew, she is not nearly drunk enough. Second, she
doesn’t like to be rushed. And third, most importantly, nobody tells Pansy what
“I will do no such thing. Why would you – “
her eyes scan the Gryffindor common room, following Draco’s gaze, and fall on
Harry Potter sitting on Seamus Finnigan’s lap – “Oh, I see now.” She sighs
loudly, accepting her duty as best friend, but also making sure Draco knows
just how unappealing she finds the idea. “Fine.”
The kiss is brief and
methodical and, all in all, incredibly disagreeable. Pansy only hopes that
Potter glances their way to see it so it isn’t all in vain. As soon as her
mouth is her own again, Pansy downs the rest of her firewhiskey. “Never, ever,
make me do that to your chapped lips again.”
“Sorry,” Draco says,
looking past Pansy – she’ll forgive his inattentiveness this once, “It’s just –
“You needed to make
“Yes and –“ Draco
pauses, and his eyes finally land on Pansy. About time. “How did you know it
Pansy snorts. Draco
really is an idiot sometimes. “Well you hardly have a crush on Finnigan do you?
And Blaise told me sometimes you say his name while – “
“I’ll have a word with
Blaise later,” Draco says quickly, a small blush appearing on his face – that
he would certainly deny if Pansy were to mention. “Now hold my hand, make it
look like we’re an established couple. I don’t want Potter thinking I’m
easy. If you put your arm – “
Draco’s voice falters,
his gaze back on Potter. Pansy turns to witness Potter and Finnigan locking
lips in a rather exaggerated fashion. It’s not romantic or erotic. It’s just a
kiss. The two must have zero chemistry, much like Pansy and Draco.
“Although, clearly, Potter is very easy.” Draco
puts on his cold, taunting voice but his own jealously is obvious.
Pansy rolls her eyes.
Sometimes dealing with Draco is like dealing with a small child. She moves beside
him and wraps an arm around his waist so they can stare at Potter and his
current boy toy together. The two have stopped kissing and are now drawing
patterns on each other’s hands. Gryffindors,
honestly. “Would you look at that, Draco dear? They’re holding hands. They
must be an established couple as
“Do you really think
so? Finnigan doesn’t seem like Potter’s type at all. And I’ve never seen them
alone together before. I would have noticed it if – “
“How about we go over
and find out?” Pansy shoves Draco hard and is pleased when he stumbles forward.
She enjoys catching him off guard.
“Wait – Pansy, no.”
Draco tries to protest but it’s too late. Potter has spotted them. He extracts
himself from Finnigan and stands up to greet them, a hand running through his
hair. Pansy has to hold back a smirk – she knows Draco loves when Potter does
that. Not that he’s ever said anything. He doesn’t have to.
“Malfoy. Parkinson,” Potter
says without even glancing at Pansy. Typical. And predictable.
Finnigan stands up
beside Potter. Draco – what a surprise! – ignores this. “Potter.”
“Finnigan,” Pansy adds,
only to annoy Draco. He gives her a reproachful side eye before returning his
gaze to Potter. She suspects it’s the last time he’ll glance her way tonight.
They all stand there
in silence. Potter staring intently at Draco. Draco staring intently at Potter.
And Finnigan sharing a knowing look with Pansy. At least he’s not as stupid as
he looks then.
Finally, Potter speaks
up. “I didn’t know if you’d come tonight.”
“I never miss a party…even
if it is hosted by Gryffindors.”
It’s not true. Draco
has missed several parties over the years. But at this stage, Pansy doesn’t
think Potter or Draco would even notice if she spoke so she keeps her mouth
“Might be time for a
Slytherin party next,” Potter says.
Draco is clearly
holding back a smile. Pansy bets he is creaming his bloody pants at getting to
have an actual conversation with Potter. “We get a little wild in the dungeons.”
They don’t. “Are you sure you could handle it, Potter?
“I think I could rise
to the challenge.”
whispers to Finnigan. Honestly, Potter’s clearly got it as bad as Draco. It’s
embarrassing to watch this train wreck unfold.
“So, Finnigan, that’s
new.” Draco doesn’t even acknowledge that the person in question is still by
Potter’s side. Finnigan shoots Pansy an amused look at being blatantly ignored.
Things are clearly not serious with Potter.
“Very. And Parkinson?”
“I’m right here you
know?” Pansy interjects, unable to hold back. But it makes no difference anyway.
Only Finnigan hears her.
“It’s been a while,”
Draco lies. Pansy wants to smack him around the head. Sure, she is happy to
help make Potter jealous but there’s no need to exaggerate.
“Really? I always
thought you were just friends?”
“Yes, well, there’s a
lot you don’t know about me.”’
“Like how he calls out
your name every night in bed,” Pansy mutters underneath her breath. Finnigan,
at least, catches and appreciates the jab if no one else does.
“Of course. Sorry
Malfoy, I didn’t mean to question you. I’m just having a hard time grasping you
and Parkinson together. I thought you were…you know.” Potter trails off, a hand
rubbing the back of his neck.
Pansy holds back a
groan. It’s like listening to children with these two.
“Gay? Like you?”
bisexual,” Potter corrects. “But yeah.”
“Finnigan doesn’t seem
like your type.”
Finnigan flips a half-hearted
bird at Draco. Not that he notices.
“And Parkinson doesn’t
seem like yours.”
“Because I’m out of his league,” Pansy points
out, flipping her own violent bird at
Potter. She doesn’t know why she’s even bothering standing here anymore.
Draco takes a step
forward. “So, what’s my type then, Potter?”
Potter mimics Draco’s
action so that they’re almost chest to chest – Really? “What’s mine?”
“You need someone who
doesn’t hero worship you, someone who will hold you accountable for all your
actions, someone who isn’t afraid of your temper. You need someone who challenges you.”
Pansy shares a
confused look with Finnigan – did they rehearse this or something? Draco’s not
usually this smooth with his words, especially with Potter in such close
“And you need someone
who understands your vulnerability but doesn’t use it against you, someone who
treats you gently, someone whose affection is unwavering. You need someone who forgives you.”
They must have rehearsed this. Pansy has
never heard Potter say anything remotely intelligent before. And she hasn’t
known him to be particularly observant either.
“And I suppose you
could never forgive me after all that I’ve done?” Draco hits back, still just
as smooth. This is getting ridiculous.
“I already have,”
Potter responds immediately as if reading a line from a script. From a terrible
cheesy muggle romance movie that Pansy would never be caught dead watching. Yet
here she is witnessing this sappy display.
“What about Finnigan?”
“I was using him to
make you jealous,” Potter admits. Pansy looks to Finnigan for confirmation – he
winks. “Did it work?”
Despite using the
exact same trick himself, Pansy can see Draco is outraged at being manipulated.
“Fuck you, Potter.”
And then they’re
kissing. Enthusiastically. Way too
close to Pansy’s face. She can see every stray strand of saliva, hear every
lubricated slide of their mouths. It’s revolting. And worse still, they’ve
become the centre of the attention at the party, eyes drawn to Draco and
Potter’s embrace with Pansy and Finnigan standing by awkwardly, looking like
Pansy could spoil it
by pinching the hairs on the back of Draco’s neck in vengeance for being
ignored. Luckily, she’s feeling particularly generous tonight, and she’d never
admit it, but seeing Draco with Potter is sweet. In a disgusting, horrible, sappy
way of course. But still, sweet. Now she just has to focus on her own happy
ending. She spies Hermione Granger’s amongst the watchful eyes around them and
takes her moment:
Drawing a line right now: All I want from the Kenobi movie is no romantic subplot.
The movie can be about fucking anything, two and a half hours of Ewan McGregor crying into a whiskey bottle, but if I catch so much as a whiff of a romantic subplot i’m noping out of this film so hard.
Just. Leave Obi-Wan’s love life the fuck alone. You’ve done enough. It’s exhausting and if I hear about about him falling in love with one more blonde, white woman this movie will not be getting a penny of my money.
“When Castiel falls from the line of angels, he becomes a sales associate and starts a completely normal life. He wouldn’t dare imagine such thing as to meet someone and fall again - in a completely different fashion. This is the story of an angel and a human, defeating the obstacles of Heaven and Hell together.”