Love: An Irresistable Desire...HP Fanfic

Chapter 10:

Chapter 10: Solving the Human Equation: Part Two

Pansy Parkinson looks like a bulldog. Anyone could tell. Sure, from the back, heterosexual guys liked to stare and fondle and other things, but once they saw that face…that was a different story.

Pansy Parkinson could very well be a lovely person on the outside, that is, if her face wasn’t all squished together as it was. All that plastic surgery after getting hit with billions of hexes certainly made it that way.

It was obvious that either Lee was completely sloshed or he hadn’t even seen his dance partner’s face. You know what they say: drink until ugly looks hot. That might’ve been the case. Who knows. The only thing Hermione and Fred knew was they needed to get Lee out of the clutches of the ugly, daughter of former Death Eaters, witch.

So how did they plan to go about this?

“So, how do we plan to go about this?”

“I don’t know. How do we plan to go about this?”

“Hermione, you’re supposed to be the smart one.”

“Fred, you are supposed to be the devious one.”

“Well, then I suppose with my deviousness and your intelligence, we’ll figure it out.”

“Or, we can just wing it.”

“Yes. Let’s wing it. Sounds good to me.”

Hermione and Fred weaved through the gyrating and sweaty crowd. Eventually, they were barely three feet from Lee and Pansy. They were both facing the opposite direction, so Hermione and Fred were in the clear. Fred grabbed one of Lee’s arms and Hermione grabbed the other. They yanked him back away from Pansy.

Success! Pansy seemed to have not noticed her missing dance partner.

“What! Who! Why! Who are you people?”

“Calm down Lee! It’s me and Hermione!”

“Who’s me? I’m me. No one else can be me. Who are you, you, you, imposter!”

“Fred, he completely nutters. Not to mention, probably due to too much alcohol. No wonder he was dancing with Pansy!”

“Eh, well, Lee’s always had a little trouble with women and liquor, and his emotions. Poor bloke.”

Hermione and Fred had, by then, dragged Lee out of The Elf’s Pixie. They called the Knight Bus and rode back to Fred’s flat with a thoroughly passed-out Lee Jordan.

They laid him out on the overstuffed puce coloured couch and covered him up.

Poor Lee. All alone and in a drunken stupor.

“You know Fred; my best Muggle friend from when I was younger has a cousin who’s a witch. We can set Lee up with her. She’s very attractive and smart. She’s also very edgy. I think she’ll be perfect for Lee.”

“Well, I can’t see how it’d hurt. But we need to wait a while before they meet each other.”

“How long will we have to wait?”

“A day.”

“Oh. Alright. I thought you were going to say a month.”

“Lee? He bounces back fast.”

“How long until that happens?”

“A day.”

“Well, that’s good. I think she’s visiting now.”