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Tweak says, "No, now!"

Draco Malfoy (dracowished) wrote in wished,
@ 2009-09-27 14:16:00

Entry tags:

!1997: 09, !incomplete, blaise zabini, draco malfoy, pansy parkinson

Who: Draco and OPEN (to anyone in Slytherin)
What: Draco is thinking about something.
Where: Slytherin Common Room
When: After Quidditch Try-Outs, Before Lunch
Warnings: TBA

The only good thing about the try-outs for the team beginning at 7 in the morning was that they were finished long before lunch, and with enough time to claim that he was going back to the dorms to change before lunch and before watching the Gryffindors fly. Draco had no intention of watching the Gryffindor trials in the afternoon, but it was a good enough excuse that his teammates, at least, didn't push him further.

He'd showered, changed, and was currently sitting in front of the fire in the Common Room staring into it. The notes he'd made over those that had flown today for Slytherin were lying on the table in front of him, but he wasn't even pretending, at the moment at least, to be looking them over to decide positions.

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ex_disdain464
2009-09-27 10:01 pm UTC (link)

A true lady devoted to her boyfriend, Pansy had watched the Quidditch tryouts with appropriate candor, and of course, not dirtying her own hands to play herself. For ladies, flying was a recreation, not a sport, and those that treated it as such were erring too much on the masculine side of life.

After tryouts she retired to the common room, with no intention of watching any other team perform; rather, she decided to seek out Draco, and was in luck -- he was, today, an easy find, and she sat down next to him on the couch in the Common Room. "Hello Draco," she said with a smile. "I hope I'm not disturbing you."

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dracowished
2009-09-27 10:05 pm UTC (link)

Draco didn't particularly consider her a girlfriend in any official sense, they'd been on again and off again through the last few years and he honestly couldn't remember after the tension of last year and this summer where exactly they stood, but he did feel enough of an obligation to what she might be to blink away from the fire and turn to acknowledge her.

"Pansy," His voice sounded tight, and he cleared his throat and then gave a quick shake of blond hair. "Not disturbing me. I'm obviously not doing anything to disturb. Did you enjoy watching the Quidditch trials?"

Being with her now was strange. He'd always assumed that he'd marry her, once they were out of school. Likely because he assumed that she assumed it, and he hadn't bothered much to care about it when there were things like joining the Death Eaters and following his Father to care about. Now, when he looked at her, that strange doubling he'd been feeling since last year came up stronger than most other times, and he felt sure that his assumptions were wrong - but he didn't know why.

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ex_disdain464
2009-09-27 10:27 pm UTC (link)

Pansy herself was in firm denial that they were truly broken up; perhaps now she pursued their relationship with more vivacity than he pursued her, but she was unwilling to let him go. Gently she placed her hand over his, inviting him to wrap his fingers around hers but not forcing it -- she would likely do it later if he did not instigate the motion himself.

Still, she flinched at his new coldness towards her; hadn't she always been enough? At least before he was awkward, now he was cold, as if she were a mere friend -- or sometimes, it felt even less so. But she made an effort of a renewed smile -- "Yes, darling, I did! What did you think of the caliber of this year?" She leaned over to look at his notes, studying it briefly.

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dracowished
2009-09-27 10:32 pm UTC (link)

His notes were a list of the names of those that had flown, and then curt one word assessments of their skills and personalites - mostly 'arse' or 'prat' or 'bumbling'. There were also crude drawings of himself hitting Vaisey upside the head with a broomstick, which admittedly didn't have much to do with anyone's caliber.

"I think we'll be as good as we've always been. Crabbe and Goyle, at least, can manage to knock off the heads of anyone who gets close to the goals."

He didn't mean to be colder to her than usual - he didn't even really he was being colder. There were just other things on his mind, and pretending to care about Quidditch, or classes, or any of it was even more tiring this year than it had been the year before when he was so sure he was almost through with all of this.

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blaises
2009-09-28 06:50 am UTC (link)

Blaise had grown tired of essays, professors, and giggling third year girls. He had been sulking in his room for a few days, although he would never admit to 'sulking' but it was just the same.

Grabbing a random book from his trunk, he left the dorm and walked down the stairs. His school shirt was unbuttoned a bit and he had tossed his tie aside. He still looked perfectly presentable but to anyone who knew Blaise, he was a bit less dressed than normal. He saw Pansy and Draco occupying the spot by the fire and he nearly turned around. No, he thought, he was not shunning them and he wouldn't start now.

"Draco. Pansy." he said in a half greeting before sitting in one of the arm chairs and leaning back casually. He held the book loosely and stared at the two Slytherins. The pair seemed intent yet not on whatever Draco had been reading. "Quidditch?" he asked resuming a practised casual pose. He hoped all of those annoying giggling lower year girls would stay away so he could have some quiet time.

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