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In the eye of beholder

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Summary: When Connor and Millicent go out on a date, things don't work out exactly as planned...

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Harry Potter > Connor-Centered > Pairing: Millicent BulstrodeDmitriFR181657176549 Dec 109 Dec 10Yes
In the eye of beholder

Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine, but belong to their respective authors.

Grey. That’s what Connor thought of the Diagon-alley, just as he did of the rest of England. Grey, and cold, and overcast.

“So, what do you think?” Millicent Bulstrode asked, trying to look shy and nonchalant, but overdoing it a bit. “You probably didn’t see anything like this in the New World, right?”

Connor carefully racked his brain for an appropriate reply. “It is certainly different, all right,” he finally said. “Back at home, the magic-users tend to be loners and not have a whole secret society as they do here.”

“And that certainly explains why you have had to save me from that giant... black... gargoyle-like thing,” Millicent nodded, sagely. “Look, contrary to what Draco and some of my friends will say, I know that our society isn’t completely great...but, in comparison to that Balkanized system you’ve got in the New World, well-“

“It was an anzu,” Connor said serenely, “it’s more like a griffin than a gargoyle...and since I’m not really a wizard, I’ll have to take your word for it. So, where shall we go?”

Sadly, Millicent hesitated, for this was her first time on her own with a boy, and that was proba-bly what gave a pair of newcomers an opening.

“Would you look at that, Gred – a Slytherin and her boy-toy,” one of the Weasley twins spoke to the others, startling Millicent. (Connor had been vaguely aware of them for some time now, but had ignored them until now.)

As the twins began to exchange their particular type of Gryffindor humour, Connor turned to Millicent, looking somewhat confused. “Is that some sort of British humour that I’m not aware of?” he asked, quietly.

“No,” Millicent replied, turning red. “That’s just... not.”

“Okay then,” Connor nodded sagely, walked over to the still-laughing twins, and lifted them into the air, holding them literally by the throats. “Look. This is England, and I am new to this place, and I don’t get the concept of humour very well to begin with, but I was taught that it’s just rude to tease girls for no good reason, so can you two please apologize to her?”

One of the Weasley twins made a sound. Maybe it was an apology, and maybe it was the sound of his Adam’s apple, being slowly squeezed into a wholly new shape that it really shouldn’t be in. For some reason, Millicent betted that it was the latter. “Connor,” she said gently, “drop them. It’s okay.”

“If you say so,” Connor replied doubtfully, but he realised the twins all the same. The older boys fell down hard and glared upwards, staring daggers at Connor.

“And let this be a lesson to you!” Millicent said, smugly. “Didn’t your mother tell you that it’s bad to be rude-“

One of the twins tried to pull out his wand. Something snapped inside Millicent and she slapped both of the twins hard. And she was a Quidditch player, one of the few female Slytherin Quid-ditch players, so when she slapped the already-weakened twins, they both went down, hard.

“That was unexpected,” Connor blinked.

“Look,” Millicent turned to her friend, her boyfriend, and possible fiancé. “I know that I am not the prettiest or the most feminine girl around, but thanks for sticking up for me and all.”

“Millicent,” Connor smiled. It wasn’t a very good smile, because Connor didn’t have many chances to practice smiles in his life before, but it was a genuine smile all the same. “I don’t really care about that – I know that you’re great, and self-confident, and trustworthy, and a very good witch. So come on, let’s have a date that you’ve talked about earlier, and forget about this.”

“Sure,” Millicent nodded, feeling oddly warm for some reason. “Let’s go.”

And the young couple left, leaving the still-unconscious Weasley twins lying down in the dust.

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