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I have decided to take Ilex's advice... but it takes awhile to get there. I've decided to write Pansy/Goyle. Why? I love Goyle! I adore Goyle! He is one of those characters that deserves so much more than what he gets in the books. Everyone sees him as a hulk. Don't you remember the schoolyard bully that stood one step behind the pretty boy who needed defending because his mouth got him in trouble? That is Goyle.
Pansy's power is obvious. She radiates a power that people gravitate to... which means it's a power that has to be worked at. Over and over, she needs to make sure that she's on track so that she keeps her followers.
Goyle's power is hidden down deep. It's who he is. If he couldn't take care of himself and Draco, do you think he would have gotten the job? People may not gravitate to him like someone as obviously outgoing like a Harry Potter, but they listen when he speaks. They find themselves doing what he says without realizing it.
In "current time" (book 6) he hasn't gotten it all together. He needs some distance, some age, a reason to move.
That being said... here is the first of many fics, I hope. This isn't what I want it to be but none of them ever are.
Title: The Way the Story Goes
Date/Challenge: 14 – most loving merely folly at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Character/Pairing: Pansy, Goyle
Rating: PG
Word Count: 472
When he held out the locket, she felt a jolt of surprise. It wasn’t even in a box, merely swinging from his large fingers. “Is that from Draco? Have you seen him?”
Goyle shook his head, silent as ever. The boy never seemed to speak unless Draco was around to berate him and even then it was in monosyllables. Now that Draco was missing, he was even more silent than before, a shadow without a reason to exist. Did this boy seriously think she would accept something from him on such an important day? Potential suitors were salivating on either side of the room, waiting for their turn while the spotlight was on a boy with a last name that inspired pity before any other emotion.
She laughed, a trill of sarcasm because there were no words she wanted to waste on him. The trinket fell to the floor when she refused to take it, a strand of twisted silver and gold that glimmered wickedly in the wavering candlelight. It was pretty but not pretty enough….
“Wait,” he said as she started to walk away, his voice rusty from disuse. “Please.”
Because he asked so nice, she turned back to him and waited for the rest to come out. He staggered up off his knees, towering over her now by more inches than he would have if she’d put on the shoes with higher heels. She hated to be around tall people. To feel small wasn’t one of her recommendations in a beau.
“What is so important you feel the need to speak?” she asked when he seemed unwilling to continue the conversation. “I have places to be, others to talk to. You need to go find a corner to hide in.”
She looked up in time to see a flicker of irritation cross through his dark eyes. Instantly, his blank expression was back in place, ever the good little Death Eater-in-training. “Never mind.”
The next morning, the necklace was still there. Even Millicent hadn’t been able to bring herself to pick it up. It took a week before someone came to claim it, deep in the middle of the night. No one ever looked for it in Pansy’s jewelry box. No one ever suspected he had seen her that night in the Common Room, bending over to gently remove it from a crevice between the stones where it had settled.
By that time, almost everything was back the way it had been before Valentine’s Day came along to mess up the status quo. After all, who would ever believe anything could happen between the two so different Slytherins? Not every princess got a frog to kiss. Not every knight found the quest that was his alone. Not every story is destined to end happily.
But just maybe they tell it wrong….
Pansy's power is obvious. She radiates a power that people gravitate to... which means it's a power that has to be worked at. Over and over, she needs to make sure that she's on track so that she keeps her followers.
Goyle's power is hidden down deep. It's who he is. If he couldn't take care of himself and Draco, do you think he would have gotten the job? People may not gravitate to him like someone as obviously outgoing like a Harry Potter, but they listen when he speaks. They find themselves doing what he says without realizing it.
In "current time" (book 6) he hasn't gotten it all together. He needs some distance, some age, a reason to move.
That being said... here is the first of many fics, I hope. This isn't what I want it to be but none of them ever are.
Title: The Way the Story Goes
Date/Challenge: 14 – most loving merely folly at
30_hath and 13 - Gifts at potterverse100Character/Pairing: Pansy, Goyle
Rating: PG
Word Count: 472
When he held out the locket, she felt a jolt of surprise. It wasn’t even in a box, merely swinging from his large fingers. “Is that from Draco? Have you seen him?”
Goyle shook his head, silent as ever. The boy never seemed to speak unless Draco was around to berate him and even then it was in monosyllables. Now that Draco was missing, he was even more silent than before, a shadow without a reason to exist. Did this boy seriously think she would accept something from him on such an important day? Potential suitors were salivating on either side of the room, waiting for their turn while the spotlight was on a boy with a last name that inspired pity before any other emotion.
She laughed, a trill of sarcasm because there were no words she wanted to waste on him. The trinket fell to the floor when she refused to take it, a strand of twisted silver and gold that glimmered wickedly in the wavering candlelight. It was pretty but not pretty enough….
“Wait,” he said as she started to walk away, his voice rusty from disuse. “Please.”
Because he asked so nice, she turned back to him and waited for the rest to come out. He staggered up off his knees, towering over her now by more inches than he would have if she’d put on the shoes with higher heels. She hated to be around tall people. To feel small wasn’t one of her recommendations in a beau.
“What is so important you feel the need to speak?” she asked when he seemed unwilling to continue the conversation. “I have places to be, others to talk to. You need to go find a corner to hide in.”
She looked up in time to see a flicker of irritation cross through his dark eyes. Instantly, his blank expression was back in place, ever the good little Death Eater-in-training. “Never mind.”
The next morning, the necklace was still there. Even Millicent hadn’t been able to bring herself to pick it up. It took a week before someone came to claim it, deep in the middle of the night. No one ever looked for it in Pansy’s jewelry box. No one ever suspected he had seen her that night in the Common Room, bending over to gently remove it from a crevice between the stones where it had settled.
By that time, almost everything was back the way it had been before Valentine’s Day came along to mess up the status quo. After all, who would ever believe anything could happen between the two so different Slytherins? Not every princess got a frog to kiss. Not every knight found the quest that was his alone. Not every story is destined to end happily.
But just maybe they tell it wrong….
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