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Second Impressions by seegrim (Hard R)
Fandom: HARRY POTTER
Pairing: Pansy Parkinson/Ron Weasley
Length: 7,949 words
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seegrim
Author Website:seegrimwrites | magical_whimsy
Why this must be read:
This fic doesn't contain epic fights, heartbreaking moments or jaw-dropping plot twists. It's simply a typical boy-meets-girl story. Except that not all fics in the genre are so well-written and enthralling as this. The relationship building is perfect. The author has done a great job of keeping both Pansy and Ron in character while highlighting their most likable traits.
As it was so close to the end of his shift, Ron hadn't bothered going back into the office. He knew what the comments would be; he'd already heard them all after he'd stepped in to help her the week before. Deciding he'd be better off going back to his flat, it wasn't until he was in the shower that he started getting a bit anxious about the evening ahead. Shaking off the thought, he toweled off and dressed quickly, casting a shaving charm as he examined himself in the mirror.
With a curse, he dropped his wand with his face still half covered in stubble and sent off an owl - it was time to call in a favor from a friend and arrange reservations at the restaurant in Diagon Alley everyone wanted to be seen at. He figured taking Parkinson anywhere less than that would be insulting. Of course, the question still remained about why he was taking Parkinson anywhere, period.
Probably because she was very pretty. And because, under all the ice, there was a girl who called her grandmother 'Nana' and shed a tear over her portrait. He still thought she'd been the one to ask, which was another reason, even if it was baffling. What on earth did she want with him?
He finished shaving and looked at himself, not exactly satisfied with what he saw. There was no call for him to have particularly posh clothes, so he didn't have them; his nicest outfit might be clean and pressed, but it still looked nowhere near her league. Tall, thin, freckled, beaky nose - he still looked every inch himself. Any thoughts that he might have mysteriously turned into someone suave and chiseled were put firmly to rest.
Still, she'd asked him, and he could hardly stand her up because his wardrobe wasn't up to snuff.
Second Impressions
Pairing: Pansy Parkinson/Ron Weasley
Length: 7,949 words
Author on LJ:
seegrimAuthor Website:
seegrimwrites | magical_whimsyWhy this must be read:
This fic doesn't contain epic fights, heartbreaking moments or jaw-dropping plot twists. It's simply a typical boy-meets-girl story. Except that not all fics in the genre are so well-written and enthralling as this. The relationship building is perfect. The author has done a great job of keeping both Pansy and Ron in character while highlighting their most likable traits.
As it was so close to the end of his shift, Ron hadn't bothered going back into the office. He knew what the comments would be; he'd already heard them all after he'd stepped in to help her the week before. Deciding he'd be better off going back to his flat, it wasn't until he was in the shower that he started getting a bit anxious about the evening ahead. Shaking off the thought, he toweled off and dressed quickly, casting a shaving charm as he examined himself in the mirror.
With a curse, he dropped his wand with his face still half covered in stubble and sent off an owl - it was time to call in a favor from a friend and arrange reservations at the restaurant in Diagon Alley everyone wanted to be seen at. He figured taking Parkinson anywhere less than that would be insulting. Of course, the question still remained about why he was taking Parkinson anywhere, period.
Probably because she was very pretty. And because, under all the ice, there was a girl who called her grandmother 'Nana' and shed a tear over her portrait. He still thought she'd been the one to ask, which was another reason, even if it was baffling. What on earth did she want with him?
He finished shaving and looked at himself, not exactly satisfied with what he saw. There was no call for him to have particularly posh clothes, so he didn't have them; his nicest outfit might be clean and pressed, but it still looked nowhere near her league. Tall, thin, freckled, beaky nose - he still looked every inch himself. Any thoughts that he might have mysteriously turned into someone suave and chiseled were put firmly to rest.
Still, she'd asked him, and he could hardly stand her up because his wardrobe wasn't up to snuff.
Second Impressions