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OtterySt.Catchpole · 12-19-2006, 08:09 PM

Revenge is a dish best served cold.

“Oh, Pansy,” Nott was whining, as she slapped him, a little harder this time.

He had gone to the trouble of getting them a compartment to themselves at the back of the train away from Prefects and Gryffindors and everyone and she wanted to [/b]think[/b]. She wanted time to think. He wanted to make out, as much as he admired Pansy’s mind it was her beautiful lips and her adoring eyes and her shapely figure that kept him awake nights.

Theodore ran his fingers down her arm entreatingly, and Pansy swatted them away. She loved toying with him, sometimes she scolded him playfully but at that moment she was not so much interested in getting him all hot and bothered as getting him to stop bothering her.

“Please,” he begged. He bent down and kissed her neck as his hand wandered and she slapped it away again.

“Why do boys have to be so uncouth?” She asked. “Next time I’m slipping a mouse trap down my bra and we’ll see how well that trick works again, okay?”

Nott looked at her penitently.

“I’m obviously in need of a scolding.” He replied suggestively.

“What you’re in need of is an a— ,” mercifully for me *the narrators blushing* the train drove into a tunnel just then so I couldn’t hear what she said, but I’m sure it was nothing nice.

In the darkness of the tunnel — it was daylight however, grim the cloudy sky was outside so the train lights had not come on yet — there was the sound of a scuffle and when the train exited the tunnel Nott was lying on the floor of his compartment on his knees holding his most precious possessions, while Pansy straightened her robes.

“I don’t think this is going to work out Nott. You’re not as smart as I thought,” she said walking out of the compartment and into a red-haired boy.

“You clumsy— ,” she stopped herself realizing who it was.

Ron did not reply but merely walked past her to the end of the train car and outside. He needed air badly.

Pansy suddenly had a wicked thought. Ronald Weasley really was one of the cutest boys in her year, she had felt his muscles under his robes for a split second *Ottery squee from the afterlife* but she had never paid him any mind. How could she, he was beneath her, in class, in his poverty, in his intelligence, in everything, but this chance encounter had made her notice him.

You didn’t have to love a man to be with him, her mother had always told her. Men were for the most part, a means to an end. It had been Pansy’s mistake to fall in love with Draco. But suddenly there was Ronald Weasley, fun and jealous revenge all rolled into one gorgeous red-haired package. She was going to enjoy breaking Draco. She started after him, then.

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OtterySt.Catchpole SS Featured Artist DA Poet Rupert is My Man! SS100 Triumphant Aethonan Join Date: Jul 2004 Location: The Wicked House Posts: 18,909 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ottery St. Catchpole Gryffindor Third Year	Anything Paris & Kellybear r luv :Read Otty 's fics:Gone With the Wind:I♥Rupert Revenge is a dish best served cold. “Oh, Pansy,” Nott was whining, as she slapped him, a little harder this time. He had gone to the trouble of getting them a compartment to themselves at the back of the train away from Prefects and Gryffindors and everyone and she wanted to [/b]think[/b]. She wanted time to think. He wanted to make out, as much as he admired Pansy’s mind it was her beautiful lips and her adoring eyes and her shapely figure that kept him awake nights. Theodore ran his fingers down her arm entreatingly, and Pansy swatted them away. She loved toying with him, sometimes she scolded him playfully but at that moment she was not so much interested in getting him all hot and bothered as getting him to stop bothering her. “Please,” he begged. He bent down and kissed her neck as his hand wandered and she slapped it away again. “Why do boys have to be so uncouth?” She asked. “Next time I’m slipping a mouse trap down my bra and we’ll see how well that trick works again, okay?” Nott looked at her penitently. “I’m obviously in need of a scolding.” He replied suggestively. “What you’re in need of is an a— ,” mercifully for me the narrators blushing the train drove into a tunnel just then so I couldn’t hear what she said, but I’m sure it was nothing nice. In the darkness of the tunnel — it was daylight however, grim the cloudy sky was outside so the train lights had not come on yet — there was the sound of a scuffle and when the train exited the tunnel Nott was lying on the floor of his compartment on his knees holding his most precious possessions, while Pansy straightened her robes. “I don’t think this is going to work out Nott. You’re not as smart as I thought,” she said walking out of the compartment and into a red-haired boy. “You clumsy— ,” she stopped herself realizing who it was. Ron did not reply but merely walked past her to the end of the train car and outside. He needed air badly. Pansy suddenly had a wicked thought. Ronald Weasley really was one of the cutest boys in her year, she had felt his muscles under his robes for a split second Ottery squee from the afterlife but she had never paid him any mind. How could she, he was beneath her, in class, in his poverty, in his intelligence, in everything, but this chance encounter had made her notice him. You didn’t have to love a man to be with him, her mother had always told her. Men were for the most part, a means to an end. It had been Pansy’s mistake to fall in love with Draco. But suddenly there was Ronald Weasley, fun and jealous revenge all rolled into one gorgeous red-haired package. She was going to enjoy breaking Draco. She started after him, then. __________________