Drabble: Nobody's Business
Written for the Week 43 contest of sortinghatdrabs, which is probably my favorite HP-related community on here so far :) I tied for second place. Enjoy!
Title: Nobody's Business
Pairing: Pansy/Neville
Prompt: I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too
Word Count: 400
Rating: PG
Warnings: A bit of swearing and some angst.
Lately, Pansy Parkinson had taken to arriving early to Charms class. For her own personal reasons, of course, which was nobody’s damn business but her own.
Neville Longbottom liked to arrive early as well, quickly immersing himself in what looked like a regular scrap of parchment in the few minutes before class. But she had been watching him carefully...
Whatever it was, he wrote it with great care, bent over at uncomfortable angles, his nose only inches away from the desk. Most of the time he’d frantically scribble out whatever he’d written, but occasionally, in what looked like moments of inspiration, Neville would write feverishly for minutes at a time, the scratch of his quill resonating throughout the classroom.
Every day, Pansy watched Neville pour his heart and soul into whatever was on that piece of parchment. His dedication to it was rather touching, and the way he screwed up his face in intense concentration was absolutely adorable. Though she would never, ever admit it to anyone, Pansy longed to know what was written there.
Her wish was granted one day when Neville left the class in an unusual hurry, muttering something about a “Mimbulus Mimbletonia”. Much to Pansy’s delight, the scrap of paper fell unnoticed to the floor. She eagerly picked it up and began to read:
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too
If only she could see that I’d be there for her, through and through
Her pretty smile and graceful gait
Have me in an incurable state
In my dreams I see only her
Why can’t things go back to the way they were?
Whoever knows this, I care not
I love you, Hannah Abbott
Pansy read the poem twice before tearing it up and throwing the remains unceremoniously in the bin. The spark of hope inside her had extinguished itself by the last stanza. She figured he’d be writing about that dim-witted Hufflepuff. It wasn't as if she expected him to write about her or anything…
Not even Draco, the closest thing she ever had to a boyfriend, would write her a poem, let alone acknowledge her feelings for him…so why would Neville?
Hot tears brimmed beneath her eyelids, but she roughly wiped them away with the palm of her hand. Over the years, Pansy had learned to pull herself together quickly. She was a Slytherin, after all. Her tears were nobody’s business.
Title: Nobody's Business
Pairing: Pansy/Neville
Prompt: I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too
Word Count: 400
Rating: PG
Warnings: A bit of swearing and some angst.
Lately, Pansy Parkinson had taken to arriving early to Charms class. For her own personal reasons, of course, which was nobody’s damn business but her own.
Neville Longbottom liked to arrive early as well, quickly immersing himself in what looked like a regular scrap of parchment in the few minutes before class. But she had been watching him carefully...
Whatever it was, he wrote it with great care, bent over at uncomfortable angles, his nose only inches away from the desk. Most of the time he’d frantically scribble out whatever he’d written, but occasionally, in what looked like moments of inspiration, Neville would write feverishly for minutes at a time, the scratch of his quill resonating throughout the classroom.
Every day, Pansy watched Neville pour his heart and soul into whatever was on that piece of parchment. His dedication to it was rather touching, and the way he screwed up his face in intense concentration was absolutely adorable. Though she would never, ever admit it to anyone, Pansy longed to know what was written there.
Her wish was granted one day when Neville left the class in an unusual hurry, muttering something about a “Mimbulus Mimbletonia”. Much to Pansy’s delight, the scrap of paper fell unnoticed to the floor. She eagerly picked it up and began to read:
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too
If only she could see that I’d be there for her, through and through
Her pretty smile and graceful gait
Have me in an incurable state
In my dreams I see only her
Why can’t things go back to the way they were?
Whoever knows this, I care not
I love you, Hannah Abbott
Pansy read the poem twice before tearing it up and throwing the remains unceremoniously in the bin. The spark of hope inside her had extinguished itself by the last stanza. She figured he’d be writing about that dim-witted Hufflepuff. It wasn't as if she expected him to write about her or anything…
Not even Draco, the closest thing she ever had to a boyfriend, would write her a poem, let alone acknowledge her feelings for him…so why would Neville?
Hot tears brimmed beneath her eyelids, but she roughly wiped them away with the palm of her hand. Over the years, Pansy had learned to pull herself together quickly. She was a Slytherin, after all. Her tears were nobody’s business.