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2021-06-28
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The Chosen One

Chapter 2: Pansy and Ron

Summary:

This is an interaction between Pansy and Ron after the fact. This was going to be the ending because I kept adding and felt the need to overexplain magical things that could just as well as been left un-explained.

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"Fred and George really made something like this?"

"Who is Fred and… Gorge ?"

Ron's face drops into annoyed exasperation, sparing Pansy a disapproving frown. "Fred and George Weasley - my brothers. I know you know this, Parkinson."

"Who are you again?"

" Whatever . You're just miffed Harry and Malfoy are soulmates." 

" Puh-lease , that Weasel toy isn't the real deal. A serious love-potion made by a professional could maybe accomplish something like that, but it'd have to be quite potent."

"48 hours sounds pretty potent," Neville ventured warily.

"I thought Gryffindor's being illiterate was a myth," Pansy laughs, "bottle says maximum 24 hours."

"Oh but Hermione said-"

" Oh, the mud- "

"Finish that sentence, Parkinson, I dare you," Ron says darkly, eyes hooded and angry, his fingers clutched around the hilt of his wand. Pansy drops her eyes down, taking Ron in slowly.

"Don't try to be sexy, Weasley. It's confusing."

" Sexy !?" Ron chokes, stumbling back a step as Pansy guffaws loudly at his expense. 

Neville places a consoling hand on his shoulder, and says quietly to Ron, "Slytherin's are quite terrifying, aren't they? I'm quite glad Malfoy wasn't actually in love with me."

Ron sighs heavily, not daring to look where they had left said Malfoy and Harry. "Don't remind me. Malfoy's no Voldemort, but I reckon Harry's the one for the job."

"Funny that you mention it," Pansy says, "but, Longbottom? Aren't you quite skillful in taking on giant snakes? I'm sure that when the time comes Potter will be more than willing to let you take the burden when he falls short." Pansy winks, and, upon seeing Neville's flat look of confusion, elaborates: "you know- in case the Chosen One doesn't like to take it up the arse?"

"Don't be crass Parkinson, they're in love, and you and I and all of my brothers that you know nothing about will be at the wedding."

"Sexy and good at jokes? My, my, Weasley, do go on."

"You're the devil, you do realize?"

"Yes, but I'm the one that got the Chosen One laid. Take notes." 

Notes:

I really tried to fill all the swiss cheese holes in this fanfiction! If you're confused I will explain:
-The Slytherin's used a Weasley Wizarding Wheezes' potion to 'drug' Draco
-Hermione had assumed it was an actual heavy-duty love potion, as she does not know what Fred and Geroge get up to
-Harry is working under the assumption Hermione is right and that Draco is hella drugged on some legit love potion that can only be broken in two days time or with a true loves kiss
-the above is not true, but Harry thinks it is
-The actual potion used only last 24 hours max and is very flimsy to avoid any funny business
-Harry and Draco are just two inexperienced young adults who get the tingles with their crush

Anyways, I'm not sure if anybody else is this sensitive, but it always drives me nuts when American culture gets pushed into non-American settings. I have tried my darndest to flush out any American phrasings (dude, like, I almost wrote "dodged a bullet" I don't think British wizards would say that??), and anything that might seem out of the ordinary of wizard culture (literally who am I to actually be stressing over this?). But alas, if you notice anything that sticks out I beg you to point it out to me, it is the one transgression I cannot forgive myself for (insert an emoji so this doesn't sound so dramatic lol).

Thanks for the read!