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Oh dear lord. Liss rec'ed a Ron/Pansy story that I just had to check out -- and it is so. unexpectedly. good. I don't think I'll necessarily be into Ron/Pansy from now on, but this story just worked. Utterly delightful to read, even if I had to put up with Draco being paired with people other than Ginny. <g> Well, at least he was a slut and wasn't hopelessly devoted to Millicent or anything. Plus, he was so Draco, and I love that just about anywhere. Anyway, I think the key was that she made me like Pansy; really like her.
Fic here: http://www.restrictedsection.org/load/story.shtml?/8/flameand.html
A non-spoilery clip from the story that just had me on the ground:
Ron came home from work on the day of the dinner party and Pansy seized him by the robes and tried to stuff him back in the fireplace.
"Pansy!" he spluttered. "What are you doing?!"
"Get out!" she hissed. "Go away!"
"I live here!"
"All right," she wailed, "then go blind and deaf! How do I put out an oil fire?"
"What?"
"Water just made it worse! You didn't like those curtains, did you?"
"What?"
"Or the wallpaper. Tell me you didn't like the wallpaper, who could like that wallpaper?"
"Pansy. What happened? I thought you said you could cook!"
"I can cook!" Pansy screamed. "I spent all day making out that menu, and then I gave my orders to the house elf that lives in the special box!"
"Oven," Ron corrected absently. Then his brain caught up with his ears. "The house elf!"
::rolling::
Fic here: http://www.restrictedsection.org/load/story.shtml?/8/flameand.html
A non-spoilery clip from the story that just had me on the ground:
Ron came home from work on the day of the dinner party and Pansy seized him by the robes and tried to stuff him back in the fireplace.
"Pansy!" he spluttered. "What are you doing?!"
"Get out!" she hissed. "Go away!"
"I live here!"
"All right," she wailed, "then go blind and deaf! How do I put out an oil fire?"
"What?"
"Water just made it worse! You didn't like those curtains, did you?"
"What?"
"Or the wallpaper. Tell me you didn't like the wallpaper, who could like that wallpaper?"
"Pansy. What happened? I thought you said you could cook!"
"I can cook!" Pansy screamed. "I spent all day making out that menu, and then I gave my orders to the house elf that lives in the special box!"
"Oven," Ron corrected absently. Then his brain caught up with his ears. "The house elf!"
::rolling::
