The Fireplace

"Ummm, Yeah it's pretty nice sometimes. It depends on my mood." He smiled and leaned back in the chair.

[Paused]

Millicent Bulstrode wrote:Maybe things aren't working with that slut.

[exCUSE you?!]

[*said nothing*]

She stares at him with wonder in her eyes..or maybe it's constipation.. "It's nice when no one is around. There's no one to make fun of me"

"Aww, Don't worry about them Millicent. Just ignore all those people.The're not worth it." He says somewhat quietly and was shocked he said it.

She's flattered that he's actually being nice. But there was something wrong with his words, "Including you?" she frowned.

"Oh. Well... Uh... You don't have to ignore me." He said quickly. "And plus, I'm trying to be a nicer person...."

She nodded "Well thanks. It gets pretty annoying." She thinks of all the stupid names she's been called. "But whatever. I don't care."

"Good." He smiled his sexy smile. "You shouldn't care. It's better just to ignore them all. Just think of the positives and not the negatives, you know?"

She rolled her eyes. She was letting herself become vulnerable, which was totally not ok. "Yeah. Sure. So how long have you and what's her face been together."

"Well, we've officially been together for about two weeks, and her name is Penny."

"Well how special." And I don't care what her name is She figured if she wanted to keep talking to him, she better keep up with conversation. "How did you two meet"

He smiled and thought to himself Yeah, she is pretty special.. "We met in the common room, I went to the St. Patricks day ball with her a while back and we've been good friends since then and we just decided recently to be together."

Dances. Something she'd never be able to go to. For one, she would take up all the space on the dance floor. Also, she couldn't move for long periods of time with out producing buckets and buckets of sweat. This was when she truly knew she'd never be able to have him (took her long enough). She frowned then started to get up, it's a long process "Well Flint. I need to go." she was still trying to jiggle her way off the couch and finally managed to get on her feet. "See ya." She waddled as fast as she could out of the common room.

"See you later Millicent." He said as she walked out and he laid back in the chair and kicked his feet up on the table.

[*chants* milicus smutses...I MEAN WHAT WHO SAID THAT?! *coughs* *runs away*]

[He would die.]

[but it would be fuuunnnyyyy lol *will just have to depend on deeeee*]

[ew.]

Blaise strolled in looking for Pansy.

Pansy stepped out of the hallway that lead down to the dormitories, tugging a traveling cloak over her shoulders. She was busy fighting with the clasp and didn't look up.

"PANSY!" Blaise called going over to her, "I totally remebered that one time that we at my mums... 4th wedding? I think we were 7. And I promised you a kiss if you took off your dress and dancing in the punch bowl! Do you remember?" He laughed, gicing her a breif hug.

Pansy looked up and laughed, resisting the urge to facepalm as he hugged her. "Why did I even agree to that?"

Blaise settled down on the sofa tuggin her with him, "Well. I do believe I promised you a kiss actually Miss Parkinson! Oh, and it was your hand in marriage!" He winked grabbing her hand and reaching it to his lips. He jokingly kissed it, then pulled it away stopping. "Well... Thats new."

She followed him and sat on the sofa, laughing at the memory. She bit on her lip and looked away a moment as he saw the ring, her laughter fading away to silence. She'd hoped Draco would be with her to break the news to Blaise, but maybe it was better this way. "Oh... yeah. And I guess I'm not Miss Parkinson, anymore, either."

He dropped her hand like it was on fire and scooted away. "Wh-when was this?" His voice was barely a whisper.