Infatuation with a Redhead

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Pansy glared at Blaise, "But you tore my favorite dress."

He tightened his grip on her arm, as she was starting to squirm, while trying to keep up appearances; one always had to look presentable. "Just do one of your best friends a favor, Pans, and at least pretend like you're having a fun time with me."

She snorted, "I am most definitely not having fun when you drag me halfway across the room, tearing my gorgeous dress in the process, so we can conveniently be in the Weasley girl's line of vision."

The Italian grumbled incomprehensibly.

"What was that?" Pansy taunted, "That you've been in love with her ever since Draco and Granger started going out and you and the redhead were introduced? That you go out of your way to run into her in the hallways? That you are forever and irrecoverably whipped?

Brushing back her sleek black hair, Pansy Parkinson watched as he got a pink tinge on his cheeks, flustered, and not knowing what to say.

"You're pathetic," She spat thoroughly disgusted with what tactics Blaise had lowered himself too. And she had thought he had more class than that.

And as Blaise's love interest spotted him for the first time that night, offering him a wave that he returned, he sighed with content, "I know."

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Author's Note.

Written as a response to Nanaho-Hime. I'm pretty sure it wasn't meant as a Blaise/Ginny, but I did use all of the prompts, haha! (: Anyway, it was fun to write. I know I haven't been able to write my normal updates, but I'm working on it!

Prompts used: taunt, pathetic, "But you tore my favorite dress."

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