Fic: "You're On!" for everybody
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Author: zarahjoyce
Title: You’re On!
Pairings: Ron/Pansy, Draco/Hermione
Rating: PG
Summary: Ron and Pansy have something to announce, much to the dismay of Hermione and Draco.
Notes: This story is really a break from the angst themes I’ve been writing in the past. I’m rusty with lighter moods, I know *grin* Hope you like it!
"Stop fidgeting."
"I'm not."
"Stop tapping your foot."
"I'm not!"
"Stop--"
"How about you stop telling me to stop doing things I'm not doing?" he finally snapped.
She flashed him a fake, wide smile. "Fine."
"Fine."
Pansy played with the pointed end of her table napkin, and glanced at him balefully. "You know, it's not like we're telling your parents we'll be getting married. Why are you so nervous?"
"Why are you so worried?" Ron shot back.
"I'm not worried!"
"And I'm not nervous!"
"Good."
"Good." He peered closer at her. "Who did you invite, anyway?"
"Draco, of course," she responded blithely.
"Malfoy? You invited Malfoy? And what do you mean 'of course'?"
Pansy shrugged. "Well, I'm a mean bitch all through my life and from the moment of my birth I've only had Draco as my friend. Hello! You said we can invite anyone and now-"
"Of course we can! It’s just that… couldn't you invite... I don't know, some other non-Slytherin friend of yours?"
"I don't have one." She snorted. "As if I'd degrade myself by associating with them."
Ron rolled his eyes.
"I meant that in the nicest possible way," Pansy said, smiling beatifically at him. "Who did you invite?"
"Hermione,” Ron answered quickly. And added, just to spite her, “Of course."
She raised her brows. "Really? I would've guessed Potter."
Ron shook his head. "He's in... err… somewhere. I think. Well, anyway, wherever he is, he's busy there. So I invited Hermione."
“How sweet,” Pansy said. “You’re inviting her only because Potter’s not around! I’m sure she feels like the luckiest girl best friend in the world.”
“Shut up, Parkinson.”
Then, a speculative gleam appeared in Pansy's eyes. "So Granger’s coming, huh? And Draco..." And she cackled gleefully.
He was instantly wary because of the sound of her laughter. "What? What are you thinking?"
She lifted her chin and glass of water. "I'd like to propose--"
"Again?" Ron said smartly.
A faint blush appeared on her cheeks. "Shut up Weasel. I'd like to propose... a wager, if you will. Ten Galleons say Granger's the first to walk out because of our news."
Ron grinned and held out his hand, palm side up. "Then better pay now because there's no way Hermione's going to walk out on me."
"Why?" Pansy asked tartly. "What's so special about you?"
He wagged his brows at her. "You, of all people, should know the answer to that."
She heaved a sigh. "Unfortunately." Then she brightened. "So. Are we on?"
Ron looked momentarily pained, but bravely said, "You're on."
"So sorry I'm late, I had this horrible horrible meeting that just won't end and--"
"Just like your excuse?" Pansy said sweetly.
Hermione paused from her rehearsed lines and forced herself to smile at the other woman. "Parkinson. You're here. And... why is that?" she asked Ron.
"Well--"
"Pansy, luv." Draco bent to kiss Pansy on the cheek, and Ron audibly growled. "You're looking rather… healthy."
“Thank you,” Pansy answered, fluttering her lashes.
"Malfoy?" Hermione sputtered in surprise. “What are you doing here?”
And, as if being only aware of her and Ron's presence just then, Draco blessed them with a glance. He lifted his brows and looked at Pansy. "Is this one of those reunions I repeatedly ignore and don't attend? Because if it is--"
"No, no, of course not." The smile Pansy gave him almost broke her face in two. "This is just--for friends."
"Friends? With these two?" Draco chuckled. "I'd say your taste is faulty at best."
"Agh! What nerve. Come on, Ron let's go." She grabbed his hand.
Pansy reached over and slapped Hermione's hand away. "He's staying right here, and keep your hands where I can see them!"
Hermione rubbed the back of her hand. "What's your problem?"
"My problem is that you're pawing my--"
"Oh, look! Menus!" Ron waved them between the women. "Aren't they... err, great? All black and formal and… peaceful?"
"Pathetic," Draco intoned, crossing his arms. "And to think I broke my morning routine for this."
"What routine is that, counting money and past sins?" Hermione asked him.
Draco smiled at her. "As a matter of fact--"
"Okay! I think it's time for you two to sit down." As one, Pansy and Ron stood, shoved both Draco and Hermione to their seats.
Ron brightly opened his menu. "What're you having, Parkinson?"
Pansy scooted over and peered over his arm, unconsciously playing with his hair as she did. "Well, that one looks--"
"Um, if it's not too much to ask--" Hermione began.
"--what the hell is going on between you two?" Draco finished.
Ron looked at Pansy, and Pansy looked at Ron.
"Well..." they began.
And got no further than that.
Draco stared at Pansy intently. "What, is this you testing yourself how low you can go?"
"What? What?" Hermione's eyes widened. "Just what are you implying?"
"Are you daft? Oh, wait, I am talking to you--"
"Shut up." Hermione was silent for a second. "No! No. I mean--that's just--no! What you're saying is just... impossible. Isn't it, Ronald Weasley?"
Ron had the grace to look abashed. "Well--"
Draco leaned closer to Pansy. “What on earth are you thinking, you bloody woman? He’s a Weasley, and a Gryffindor to boot! Doer of good, upholder of justice, seeker of truth and love-“
“What on earth are you thinking, Ronald Bilius Weasley! She’s Parkinson! And a Slytherin, of all houses! Scum, evil, petty, narcissistic-“
“It will never work out,” Draco finished with a flourish.
“Ever!” Hermione affirmed. “Not in a million years!”
Pansy looked at Ron, and Ron looked at Pansy.
“Err… are you both finished?” Ron asked.
“Because we’d like to announce--“
“Have you seen any Slytherin and Gryffindor couple that lasted beyond several good shags?” Draco asked.
Hermione gestured at him. “And vulgar! Ron, Slytherins are vulgar! Just look at Harry.”
Ron blinked. “Um, Hermione… Harry’s not a Slytherin.”
She beamed. “Precisely! Nor would he ever associate himself with one! He’s just that smart!”
Pansy gazed at Hermione with a critical eye. “It’s funny,” she spoke, “that you didn’t use yourself as an example, Granger. Dare I imagine that you’ve-“
“No!” She almost spat the word, so surprised by the comment she was. “Of course not!”
Now, Draco lifted his brows at her. “Really, Granger? Because from what I do remember-“
“Shut up Malfoy you annoying scum, you said you’re not going to say anything,” she gritted between clenched teeth. Hermione glared at him and wished he would keel over and evaporate in a puddle of--
Pansy looked at Draco, then at Hermione, then erupted in a frenzy of cackles.
“What? What? What am I missing?” Ron asked.
“Well, well, well,” Pansy said, just as soon as she regained the ability to breathe and speak. “This is a surprise, Draco. I think if we’re to break our news now, it would already be a dreadful bore. Almost like a trend.”
Hermione was shaking her head. “Nobody was supposed to know, Malfoy!”
“Well.” Draco shrugged. “Some people are just that smart.” He glanced at Ron, who was still bewildered at the sudden turn of events. “Some.”
“It’s done, over, finished,” Hermione was saying, her eyes focused on the melting ice in her glass. “It was just… a wild, wild-well-phase. Yes! Just a phase.”
“A very long phase. With lots of good, wild shags,” Draco said stoically.
Hermione’s face burned. “That didn’t last,” she added quickly. “Because Slytherins are petty, evil, scum--“
“And Gryffindors are seekers of truth, upholders of justice, doer of--“
“And you two broke up because of that?” Pansy asked incredulously.
“What? What?” Ron sputtered. He stared at Draco and Hermione. “You two were together? When? How? Hermione, how could you? He’s Malfoy! A Slytherin! He’s--“
“Not helping the cause here, love!” Pansy said, elbowing him on the ribs.
“Ow!”
“My point is,” Pansy said, “if you two broke up because of that, then I guess that means you’re much stupider and shallower that we gave you credit for. Which is, as you know, weird, because most people think of us as the more stupid and shallow pair.”
“Really?” Ron asked, disheartened. “They do?”
“Yes,” Pansy said emphatically. “And we’re going to prove them wrong. We lasted beyond thousands of good shags. We’re getting married!”
Draco and Hermione just continued to stare at them.
“Well, say something,” Ron muttered, a bit defensive.
But they didn’t.
Instead, Draco got up, grabbed Hermione’s hand, and walked out the door.
“Huh.” Pansy frowned severely . “Not the reaction I was hoping for. No tears and bloodshed and threats of bodily harm--“
“I won!” Ron exclaimed suddenly.
“What?”
“Malfoy’s the first to walk out. I won!”
Pansy pursed her lips. “What are you talking about? He didn’t--“
Ron just grinned at her. “Deal’s a deal. Pay up, loser!” he said triumphantly, wagging his brows and holding his hand.
She glared at him. “Fine.” But as she dug in her purse, something caught her eye - more precisely, the scene outside the window caught her eye. Pansy’s lips widened in a smile. “I’ll make you another deal. Ten Galleons say they’re snogging outside.”
Ron laughed out loud. “You’re on!”
End
Author: zarahjoyce
Title: You’re On!
Pairings: Ron/Pansy, Draco/Hermione
Rating: PG
Summary: Ron and Pansy have something to announce, much to the dismay of Hermione and Draco.
Notes: This story is really a break from the angst themes I’ve been writing in the past. I’m rusty with lighter moods, I know *grin* Hope you like it!
"Stop fidgeting."
"I'm not."
"Stop tapping your foot."
"I'm not!"
"Stop--"
"How about you stop telling me to stop doing things I'm not doing?" he finally snapped.
She flashed him a fake, wide smile. "Fine."
"Fine."
Pansy played with the pointed end of her table napkin, and glanced at him balefully. "You know, it's not like we're telling your parents we'll be getting married. Why are you so nervous?"
"Why are you so worried?" Ron shot back.
"I'm not worried!"
"And I'm not nervous!"
"Good."
"Good." He peered closer at her. "Who did you invite, anyway?"
"Draco, of course," she responded blithely.
"Malfoy? You invited Malfoy? And what do you mean 'of course'?"
Pansy shrugged. "Well, I'm a mean bitch all through my life and from the moment of my birth I've only had Draco as my friend. Hello! You said we can invite anyone and now-"
"Of course we can! It’s just that… couldn't you invite... I don't know, some other non-Slytherin friend of yours?"
"I don't have one." She snorted. "As if I'd degrade myself by associating with them."
Ron rolled his eyes.
"I meant that in the nicest possible way," Pansy said, smiling beatifically at him. "Who did you invite?"
"Hermione,” Ron answered quickly. And added, just to spite her, “Of course."
She raised her brows. "Really? I would've guessed Potter."
Ron shook his head. "He's in... err… somewhere. I think. Well, anyway, wherever he is, he's busy there. So I invited Hermione."
“How sweet,” Pansy said. “You’re inviting her only because Potter’s not around! I’m sure she feels like the luckiest girl best friend in the world.”
“Shut up, Parkinson.”
Then, a speculative gleam appeared in Pansy's eyes. "So Granger’s coming, huh? And Draco..." And she cackled gleefully.
He was instantly wary because of the sound of her laughter. "What? What are you thinking?"
She lifted her chin and glass of water. "I'd like to propose--"
"Again?" Ron said smartly.
A faint blush appeared on her cheeks. "Shut up Weasel. I'd like to propose... a wager, if you will. Ten Galleons say Granger's the first to walk out because of our news."
Ron grinned and held out his hand, palm side up. "Then better pay now because there's no way Hermione's going to walk out on me."
"Why?" Pansy asked tartly. "What's so special about you?"
He wagged his brows at her. "You, of all people, should know the answer to that."
She heaved a sigh. "Unfortunately." Then she brightened. "So. Are we on?"
Ron looked momentarily pained, but bravely said, "You're on."
"So sorry I'm late, I had this horrible horrible meeting that just won't end and--"
"Just like your excuse?" Pansy said sweetly.
Hermione paused from her rehearsed lines and forced herself to smile at the other woman. "Parkinson. You're here. And... why is that?" she asked Ron.
"Well--"
"Pansy, luv." Draco bent to kiss Pansy on the cheek, and Ron audibly growled. "You're looking rather… healthy."
“Thank you,” Pansy answered, fluttering her lashes.
"Malfoy?" Hermione sputtered in surprise. “What are you doing here?”
And, as if being only aware of her and Ron's presence just then, Draco blessed them with a glance. He lifted his brows and looked at Pansy. "Is this one of those reunions I repeatedly ignore and don't attend? Because if it is--"
"No, no, of course not." The smile Pansy gave him almost broke her face in two. "This is just--for friends."
"Friends? With these two?" Draco chuckled. "I'd say your taste is faulty at best."
"Agh! What nerve. Come on, Ron let's go." She grabbed his hand.
Pansy reached over and slapped Hermione's hand away. "He's staying right here, and keep your hands where I can see them!"
Hermione rubbed the back of her hand. "What's your problem?"
"My problem is that you're pawing my--"
"Oh, look! Menus!" Ron waved them between the women. "Aren't they... err, great? All black and formal and… peaceful?"
"Pathetic," Draco intoned, crossing his arms. "And to think I broke my morning routine for this."
"What routine is that, counting money and past sins?" Hermione asked him.
Draco smiled at her. "As a matter of fact--"
"Okay! I think it's time for you two to sit down." As one, Pansy and Ron stood, shoved both Draco and Hermione to their seats.
Ron brightly opened his menu. "What're you having, Parkinson?"
Pansy scooted over and peered over his arm, unconsciously playing with his hair as she did. "Well, that one looks--"
"Um, if it's not too much to ask--" Hermione began.
"--what the hell is going on between you two?" Draco finished.
Ron looked at Pansy, and Pansy looked at Ron.
"Well..." they began.
And got no further than that.
Draco stared at Pansy intently. "What, is this you testing yourself how low you can go?"
"What? What?" Hermione's eyes widened. "Just what are you implying?"
"Are you daft? Oh, wait, I am talking to you--"
"Shut up." Hermione was silent for a second. "No! No. I mean--that's just--no! What you're saying is just... impossible. Isn't it, Ronald Weasley?"
Ron had the grace to look abashed. "Well--"
Draco leaned closer to Pansy. “What on earth are you thinking, you bloody woman? He’s a Weasley, and a Gryffindor to boot! Doer of good, upholder of justice, seeker of truth and love-“
“What on earth are you thinking, Ronald Bilius Weasley! She’s Parkinson! And a Slytherin, of all houses! Scum, evil, petty, narcissistic-“
“It will never work out,” Draco finished with a flourish.
“Ever!” Hermione affirmed. “Not in a million years!”
Pansy looked at Ron, and Ron looked at Pansy.
“Err… are you both finished?” Ron asked.
“Because we’d like to announce--“
“Have you seen any Slytherin and Gryffindor couple that lasted beyond several good shags?” Draco asked.
Hermione gestured at him. “And vulgar! Ron, Slytherins are vulgar! Just look at Harry.”
Ron blinked. “Um, Hermione… Harry’s not a Slytherin.”
She beamed. “Precisely! Nor would he ever associate himself with one! He’s just that smart!”
Pansy gazed at Hermione with a critical eye. “It’s funny,” she spoke, “that you didn’t use yourself as an example, Granger. Dare I imagine that you’ve-“
“No!” She almost spat the word, so surprised by the comment she was. “Of course not!”
Now, Draco lifted his brows at her. “Really, Granger? Because from what I do remember-“
“Shut up Malfoy you annoying scum, you said you’re not going to say anything,” she gritted between clenched teeth. Hermione glared at him and wished he would keel over and evaporate in a puddle of--
Pansy looked at Draco, then at Hermione, then erupted in a frenzy of cackles.
“What? What? What am I missing?” Ron asked.
“Well, well, well,” Pansy said, just as soon as she regained the ability to breathe and speak. “This is a surprise, Draco. I think if we’re to break our news now, it would already be a dreadful bore. Almost like a trend.”
Hermione was shaking her head. “Nobody was supposed to know, Malfoy!”
“Well.” Draco shrugged. “Some people are just that smart.” He glanced at Ron, who was still bewildered at the sudden turn of events. “Some.”
“It’s done, over, finished,” Hermione was saying, her eyes focused on the melting ice in her glass. “It was just… a wild, wild-well-phase. Yes! Just a phase.”
“A very long phase. With lots of good, wild shags,” Draco said stoically.
Hermione’s face burned. “That didn’t last,” she added quickly. “Because Slytherins are petty, evil, scum--“
“And Gryffindors are seekers of truth, upholders of justice, doer of--“
“And you two broke up because of that?” Pansy asked incredulously.
“What? What?” Ron sputtered. He stared at Draco and Hermione. “You two were together? When? How? Hermione, how could you? He’s Malfoy! A Slytherin! He’s--“
“Not helping the cause here, love!” Pansy said, elbowing him on the ribs.
“Ow!”
“My point is,” Pansy said, “if you two broke up because of that, then I guess that means you’re much stupider and shallower that we gave you credit for. Which is, as you know, weird, because most people think of us as the more stupid and shallow pair.”
“Really?” Ron asked, disheartened. “They do?”
“Yes,” Pansy said emphatically. “And we’re going to prove them wrong. We lasted beyond thousands of good shags. We’re getting married!”
Draco and Hermione just continued to stare at them.
“Well, say something,” Ron muttered, a bit defensive.
But they didn’t.
Instead, Draco got up, grabbed Hermione’s hand, and walked out the door.
“Huh.” Pansy frowned severely . “Not the reaction I was hoping for. No tears and bloodshed and threats of bodily harm--“
“I won!” Ron exclaimed suddenly.
“What?”
“Malfoy’s the first to walk out. I won!”
Pansy pursed her lips. “What are you talking about? He didn’t--“
Ron just grinned at her. “Deal’s a deal. Pay up, loser!” he said triumphantly, wagging his brows and holding his hand.
She glared at him. “Fine.” But as she dug in her purse, something caught her eye - more precisely, the scene outside the window caught her eye. Pansy’s lips widened in a smile. “I’ll make you another deal. Ten Galleons say they’re snogging outside.”
Ron laughed out loud. “You’re on!”
End