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Harry Potter Crossovers › General - Misc
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,586
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Best Damn Pansy Parkinson The World Had Ever Seen
Chapter Two: The Best Damn Pansy Parkinson The World Had Ever Seen
Hermione threw the book onto the coffee table, she had been trying to read the same page for the last hour but her mind kept returning to the events from earlier this afternoon. She couldn\'t get this man out of her head, his confident smile bordering on arrogant, he new the effect he had on women and thrived on it. He was probably what the Americans so aptly called a player with hundreds of girls numbers in his cell-phone memory, taking them up and discarding them like a disposable razor when he was finished.
She had always looked down her noisethe the girls who hopped from one boy\'s dorm to another at Hogwarts, not caring what the world thought of them, giving up their reputation for a few moments of pleasure. The question was is she ready to join them, she didn\'t love him she new this and was far too intelligent justify any actions with this excuse, even if she could love him it would never work, he was a late twenty something muggle who would never give up his life to be the house husband to some career witch, she was an eighteen year old witch and although she enjoyed visiting the muggle world there was no way she would give up magic, it meant too much to her it was her life.
The question that kept repeating its self in her mind was not whether she would give up her life for him but would she disregard her morals for him, could she become the next Pansy Parkinson, jumping into bed with every man that turns her head and if she did what would the world think of her, or more importantly what would she think of herself.
Hermione was torn from her soul searching by the sound of the phone ringing, she walked over to the kitchen counter and picked it up, \"Hello Hermione Granger, how can I help you?\"
\"Hello dear this is Jennifer Franks, Dr Franks\'s wife,\" the voice on the other end of the phone replied \"we are having a bit of a gettogether tonight for the new Dr Pratt and we were wondering if you could make it, I know it\'s short notice but my husband only came up with your name this afternoon, he said that Dr Pratt took quite a shine to you and insisted you came.\"
Before she had time to muse over the implications in her head she had replied \"yes I\'d love to, what time does it start,\" interrupting the incessant babbling Jennifer Franks in mid sentence. She went through the rest of the conversation on autopilot only picking out thportportant lines, \"starts at eight, formal black evening dress.\" She hung up the phone and stood thinking for a minute on what has just happened.
It was no good she couldn\'t resist him, the attraction was just too strong for even her iron will, the man was too deep under her skin, she needed this, further more she wanted it.
Hermione frowned as a thought came into her mind she wasn\'t going into this like some fragile deer caught in a car\'s headlights, \"it\'s not the Grifindor way\" she mused \"furthermore it wasn\'t the Hermione Granger way\" the only way she new to do anything was wholeheartedly and to the best of her ability, she had always been top of her class and that wasn\'t about to change now.
Two hours to prepare, \"if the dye was cast,\" she thought, \"she would be the best damn Pansy Parkinson the world had ever seen\" with this she smiled and walked to the bathroom to get ready.
Hermione threw the book onto the coffee table, she had been trying to read the same page for the last hour but her mind kept returning to the events from earlier this afternoon. She couldn\'t get this man out of her head, his confident smile bordering on arrogant, he new the effect he had on women and thrived on it. He was probably what the Americans so aptly called a player with hundreds of girls numbers in his cell-phone memory, taking them up and discarding them like a disposable razor when he was finished.
She had always looked down her noisethe the girls who hopped from one boy\'s dorm to another at Hogwarts, not caring what the world thought of them, giving up their reputation for a few moments of pleasure. The question was is she ready to join them, she didn\'t love him she new this and was far too intelligent justify any actions with this excuse, even if she could love him it would never work, he was a late twenty something muggle who would never give up his life to be the house husband to some career witch, she was an eighteen year old witch and although she enjoyed visiting the muggle world there was no way she would give up magic, it meant too much to her it was her life.
The question that kept repeating its self in her mind was not whether she would give up her life for him but would she disregard her morals for him, could she become the next Pansy Parkinson, jumping into bed with every man that turns her head and if she did what would the world think of her, or more importantly what would she think of herself.
Hermione was torn from her soul searching by the sound of the phone ringing, she walked over to the kitchen counter and picked it up, \"Hello Hermione Granger, how can I help you?\"
\"Hello dear this is Jennifer Franks, Dr Franks\'s wife,\" the voice on the other end of the phone replied \"we are having a bit of a gettogether tonight for the new Dr Pratt and we were wondering if you could make it, I know it\'s short notice but my husband only came up with your name this afternoon, he said that Dr Pratt took quite a shine to you and insisted you came.\"
Before she had time to muse over the implications in her head she had replied \"yes I\'d love to, what time does it start,\" interrupting the incessant babbling Jennifer Franks in mid sentence. She went through the rest of the conversation on autopilot only picking out thportportant lines, \"starts at eight, formal black evening dress.\" She hung up the phone and stood thinking for a minute on what has just happened.
It was no good she couldn\'t resist him, the attraction was just too strong for even her iron will, the man was too deep under her skin, she needed this, further more she wanted it.
Hermione frowned as a thought came into her mind she wasn\'t going into this like some fragile deer caught in a car\'s headlights, \"it\'s not the Grifindor way\" she mused \"furthermore it wasn\'t the Hermione Granger way\" the only way she new to do anything was wholeheartedly and to the best of her ability, she had always been top of her class and that wasn\'t about to change now.
Two hours to prepare, \"if the dye was cast,\" she thought, \"she would be the best damn Pansy Parkinson the world had ever seen\" with this she smiled and walked to the bathroom to get ready.