EMAELEIGHA! You…you inspired me! *sobs, hugs in a happy awww soap opera
made-for-TV-movie-whatever fashion, then coughs and goes back to the story*

Chapter Three. In which Ron becomes a pedophile, Draco gets some action from Ron’s girl,
Dumbledore says a word I don’t know, and Harry actually talks. Once.

Change of Season

by Jiwwy
 
 

Chapter 3
Pedophiles, Guns, and Snogging. Oh My!
 

Hermione glanced across the Great Hall on a whim and smiled a mysterious little smile at Draco.

He nodded. She scrunched her nose at him angrily and he winked. Ha. Got him. Crabbe looked
at him funnily, and Draco glared back at him.

Hermione went back to the Gryffindor table. Ron was across the table from Harry, whom she

was sitting next to, and was gawking openly at her, knowing that the expressions were just for
Malfoy, but didn’t say anything. Ginny looked between Ron and Hermione, then to Harry with
a cocked eyebrow. Harry took his cue and cleared his throat.

“Hmm?” Both answered, Hermione trying not to start anything with Ron and Ron shooting daggers

at her.

“Er, oh look! The sorting’s starting!” Harry said rather loudly. Ginny grinned and looked over to

the doors, where the first years were emerging. Finally Ron and Hermione did too.

“Wait, who’s that? She looks… wow…” Ron said, and Hermione followed his gaze to a girl near

the front of the line. She had silver hair very similar to one…

“Fleur… Delacour…” Ron managed to finish finally.

“Watch out for a flood of drool over there, Gin,” Hermione said dryly, watching the small girl.

Harry took his glasses off and shined them, wondering where Fleur was, until finally his eyes rested

on the girl, who had her chin high and her eyelids lowered as she followed McGonagall down the
tables. “No… that’s…” he tried to remember her name. “Gabrielle! The thing Fleur would miss most!”

“Tch! What’s she doing at Hogwarts?” Parvati Patil flipped her hair over her shoulder, putting on

the same expression Gabrielle herself had. Hermione shrugged, but most of the boys seemed
entranced. Hermione and Ginny exchanged horrified looks. Surely a veela had to at least have gone
through puberty before mastering her charms?

“Aw, Seamus, isn’t that your brother you were talking about? He’s just darling, isn’t he!” Ginny

said loudly. Seamus just nodded a little bit and tried to work his mouth.

“This school year… it’ll be icky, won’t it?” Ginny asked Hermione.

“It does seem so, doesn’t it.”

 


***

Meanwhile, back at the Slytherin table, not much notice had been taken to the veela girl, as

everyone was busy interrogating Draco, Pansy Parkinson in particular. “Draco, dear, I just feel
too horrible about your father, but what is this I hear… The rumors, Draco, they’re just horrible…
totally… What I mean, you see…” Pansy kept wringing her hands under the table. One would
be strongly reminded of Cornelius Fudge.

Draco looked completely bored and nothing less as he leaned back in his chair and watched

Pansy go back on her words, repeat them, and attempt to make things easy to swallow. “What’s
your point?” He finally said coolly, as he played with a fork and yawned. Pansy cocked her head
to the side and gave him the sweetest look of fake sympathy. He smirked the smallest bit. She
took this as a pathetic plea for help and said, “Oh, Draco I knew they couldn’t be true!” How
could you ever love a filthy… Mudblood over me?”

Draco blinked. “I never said anything to that effect.”

Pansy blinked back. “What are you saying?”

Crabbe and Goyle were distracted from a silverware swordfight by this interesting conversation.

Draco shrugged. “I’m going with Granger.”

Pansy looked near fainting. In fact, she did put the back of her hand to her forehead melodramatically.

“Draco! You… no!”

He had to stop himself from laughing. “What?”

“G-Gryfindor… She’s a Gryffindor… and a… Mudblood! How could you, Draco! How could you

do this to me?”

He was still leaning back, and his body language suggested something of a lazy cat stuffed with

gourmet tuna and put to sleep on a cloud-soft pillow. He hadn’t twitched one inch and wasn’t the
least ruffled by Pansy’s speech, which had called the attention of the entirety of the Slytherin table.
“What?” He said, as Pansy broke out in horrible screeching sobs. “Oh. Yeah, is this about that
whole relationship thing you formed in your head?”

She glared at him intensely. He blinked innocently. Finally he sighed. “Good god Pansy, are you

that thick? I’m only… going out with Granger to… find out information on Potter.” He leaned in
closer. “You know, for our side?”

Her lip quivered, but she still nodded solemnly. “It’s… it’s good to know… you’re keeping on

the Malfoy way.” She cooed, suddenly getting over her heartbreak. He cocked an eyebrow but
nodded. “Pansy, father’ll only be in jail for a few months… that is if he doesn’t pay bail, which…
well, you know. He will.”

She smiled and bobbed her head again happily, then rested back against her chair with a superior

look towards Crabbe and Goyle. Draco, too, went back to leaning back on two legs of his chair,
trying to look as smug as she did. He wished the ceremony would be over already, he needed to
talk to Hermione.
 


***

Ginny was starving. She was surprised her stomach wasn’t distracting everyone from watching the

ceremony… or in Ron and Hermione’s case, glaring at each other in a highly obvious way, without
any provocation between them, as far as she knew. Finally, McGonagall started the sorting after a
very long, very boring tune from the sorting hat, describing all the ways the colors of the various
houses relate to the characteristics of them. He must have had a bad creative streak this year.

Ginny now realized the Sorting wasn’t such an enthralling thing to watch either, so tuned it out while

staring at her plate, only coming back to earth every now and then when a Gryffindor was announced,
when she automatically joined the clapping and was overjoyed when the food finally appeared.

Hermione ticked them off. “Six Gryffindor girls, seven Gryffindor boys.”

“You should hope they aren’t too rowdy, Hermione, you’ll be in charge of them, and that’s a fairly

big class.” Ginny noted quickly before being cut off by Hermione-

“Six Ravenclaw girls, Four Ravenclaw boys; five Hufflepuff girls, six Hufflepuff boys; and five

Slytherin girls and five Slytherin boys.”

Ron looked over to the Slytherin table as Dumbledore started to speak. “Yeah!” He said angrily.

“The Slytherins get Gabrielle.”

Everyone in the hall had gone quiet two seconds before Ron had yelled this. His eyes widened and

his face reddened, and he sunk down into his chair until his forehead hit the table. Ginny giggled.
Dumbledore did too, but then he started to speak.

“Welcome, welcome new students. I won’t like to keep you from your feeding time, so I only need

say a few words: Dinghy! Guava! Gnu! Falafel! Thank you, and happy ingestion.”

Hermione and Ginny coughed loudly, exchanged looks, and then went to eating.
 


***

At the Slytherin table, Gabrielle Delacour had taken a seat next to Pansy. Draco stared at her a

while, and she glared back intensely.

“So.”

She looked up from a plateful of food that looked bigger than her own torso.

“You’re… Fleur’s sister… right?”

She glared. He finally gave up and glared back. Pansy looked between one another with a raised

eyebrow. Neither looked away. “Er… Draco?” Pansy said quietly.

“No.” He said without even paying attention. Pansy looked near tears… again.

Gabrielle finally looked away from Draco to stare at Pansy. “Well, you are emotional, are you not?”

“What, you little brat?”

Draco laughed out loud. Gabrielle gave him a small smile, but he immediately stopped and pointed

at her. “You lost the staring contest. I won.”

“So?” She said, suddenly snide again. She crossed her skinny little arms over her chest defiantly.

“You have to give me something.”

“We never said anything about that.”

“British Tradition, Frenchy,” he lied.

She glared. “Fine.” And the little twelve-year-old girl climbed out of her chair and somehow

maneuvered her way through the plates of food to give Draco a kiss on the cheek. She then turned
right back around and sat down like nothing had happened.

Pansy looked a second shy of a heart attack. Draco just sat there giving Gabrielle the oddest look

until he finally just let out a huge guffaw and went back to eating.

Gabrielle smirked a triumphant little-girl smirk at Pansy.
 
 
 

Note: Gabby rules. Too Much. I’m a proud R/Glle shipper, even if Ron doesn’t deserve such a *potentially*
awesome character, and only because Draco should be with ‘Mione, and we don’t want him to be a bigamist! *nod*

A/N: AWW! Reviewers! You own… your… souls. *nod again*

Thank you: Dasani (I dunno… Harry never seems very… talkative… plus I have my hands full with making Ron and
Drakky funny. ^_^) Someone, FireballFlier (Ah… gotta bring the twins in), padfoots girl, G*Ness,  Saman, Rachael
(*shrugs and kicks ff.n*),  Fyredra, Caswy, Dracos*~* GirlE (*sniffs nail polish innocently*), ‘mione, quidditch is
better than basketball (mm), RebeccaSL8, Mayleesa, Miss Giggles4ever, Poetic Pheonix (YAY! Down with Ron!
‘Cept when he’s with Gabby…), porkypop, little trumpeter (Sirius is… ah, HOT. That’s pretty must all you need to
know, even though I’m sure everyone knew that already. *grin*), michee (HAPPY YOU! *doesn’t like her either*), Mae Noelle (You’d die. Don’t argue, you just would.), Sarah McKatie, Mrs.Amanda Malfoy (mm), Emaeleigha
(you’re up there, hippie^ ^_^), and Woooookay!

Also: Dumbledore’s Few Words (someone should write a story about THAT) came from
http://www.oocities.org/timschnabel/ . *nods* And… I used to know what a falafel was, someone refresh my
memory?
 

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