Round Two, Challenge Two Voting
Below you will find the drabbles and the voting for the second challenge of dmpp_ldws.
Unfortunately, persianita did not submit their drabble this week and has been disqualified. Unlike last week, where nobody went, this week, somebody will still be voted out.
Notes
- Contestants are required to vote, but must not vote for themselves (if you do, your vote will not count).
- Please take into account this weeks prompt, which was this quote: A friend is one who knows us, but loves us anyway.
- Please vote with the number of the drabble, not the name.
alley_skywalker
Title: Ever
Word Count: 289
Rating: PG
Warning: Very light implications of violence
Summary: Something's wrong, and Pansy wants to know what's happening. But Draco's scared of losing her.
“Draco, I need to know!” She grabbed his arm, holding on desperately, afraid that he might apparate away if she didn’t hold on tight enough.
“Pans, please don’t make this any harder than it has to be,” he told her. She noticed how tired he looked, how worn out. After his failure with Dumbledore he’d been transferred to the fighting squad under Antonin and Dolohov had his ways and his missions. Draco came back from the last one shaking and covered in blood. She had almost cried out when she saw him.
But at the moment, she didn’t care. She wanted to know what the boys were planning that she wasn’t allowed to know. “Harder? Don’t make this any harder!” she nearly shrieked at him, pushing him back against the wall. This deep into Headquarters she wasn’t afraid of anyone hearing them.
Draco let out a frustrated growl and attempted to stare her down. She stared right back. Finally, he seemed to deflate. “Pansy… They’re planning to attack Hogwarts. I’m on the inside squad. Do you know what that means? We’re the one’s cutting off retreats. That means when they evacuate all the kids…we take hostages. We…” he broke off helplessly, rubbing a hand over his face. “Pans?”
She stared at him in horror, her stomach doing a flop. “Oh.” She could hardly breathe, not to mention speak.
Draco reached out and touched the side of her face. “Pans. Please, don’t…Try to understand. When we said we would fight…you had to know…Please, if you leave me now-“
She shook her head vehemently, shivering at the vulnerability in his voice. ‘I won’t leave you. Ever.” She put her head against his chest and took in a deep breath. “Ever.”
elle_blessing
Title: My Boy Builds Coffins
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Summary: A friend is one who knows us, but loves us anyway.
“Ow.”
“You sound like a dying kneazle. Do shut up,” Pansy said irritably. If she was more rough than necessary as she smoothed salve into the weals on Draco’s back, such was dismissed.
“I almost died, Pans.” He knew he sounded whiny, but these moments with Pansy were the only semblance of normalcy he had left. He had a mission - kill Dumbledore - and he was failing miserably. Voldemort would kill him. It was too bad Harry had failed; death at the Scarhead’s wand would have been a mercy in comparison.
“No, you will die,” she hissed, reaching around to snatch his arm and hold up his wrist. “This will kill you.” There was a slight tremor in her voice, but she ignored it. “Idiot.”
Sobered, Draco glanced back at her. “I had to. You know I did.”
Their eyes met, and in such close proximity the heat of their breath mixed. Pansy’s heart sped and she could feel the answering, quickened pulse beneath her hand. She didn’t know what she would do if he was taken from her, and the very thought made her chest tighten.
Pulling her gaze away, she released him and ignored his searching gray eyes to continue her task.
“Pans…”
“I love you and I always will, but turn around, shut up and let me worry unobserved.” Her fingers were gentle on the slashing, magical wounds now. “Please.”
He turned around and stilled under her ministrations, but his jaw tensed, and he glared at the Dark Mark on his arm. It would take everything important from him.
“There. All done, and you even managed to keep a tenuous grasp on your manhood.”
“Bitch.”
“Thank you, darling.”
The corner of his mouth twitched up and Draco turned the Dark Mark away from view. “I love you, too.”
akashathekitty
Title: Partners in Crime
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Immaturity
Summary: Draco has a plan and Pansy has his back.
‘You’re obsessive,’ Pansy said, her arms crossed.
‘Am not! And would you please aim your wand this way? I don’t have much time!’ Draco surreptitiously looked around in the dark.
She rolled her eyes and pointed the weak light at where Draco was setting up his contraption. ‘And what exactly do you hope to accomplish?’ she asked.
‘Well, it would make my year if Potter got hit and began glowing green. But I’d take Weasley or Granger or even Longbottom any day if I had to.’
Pansy perked up. ‘Granger! Oh, I’d love for her to get hit.’
Draco grinned. ‘There you go! All you have to do is make her come past this point before anyone else. It shouldn’t be too hard, should it? I hear she often comes in early.’
Pansy narrowed her eyes, contemplating. ‘Hmm.’ Then she realised what she was doing and shook herself. ‘Wait, this isn’t right! You shouldn’t do this. It’s childish. We’re all supposedly adults! And messing with an Auror on duty is-’
‘Unless your next word is going to be “fun”, I don’t want to hear it,’ Draco warned.
‘Aren’t you already on probation?’ she insisted.
He straightened, brushing off his hands. ‘Your point being?’
She sighed. ‘Draco...’
‘I didn’t bring you along so you could nag at me all night. I thought you said you wanted to help.’
She weakly smiled. ‘You know I do. I can’t risk you getting caught, now, can I?’
He smiled back at her and chucked her under the chin. ‘I never get caught. You know that.’ Then he began walking away.
Of course he never got caught. Pansy always had his back.
Discreetly, she picked up the monogrammed handkerchief Draco had carelessly dropped and did a quick cleaning spell, before she followed him out.
leigh_adams
Title: Blood
Word Count: 299
Rating: PG-13
Warning: None
Summary: Draco ‘celebrates’ his sixteenth birthday.
Blood.
Draco could feel it on his hands; the crimson, tacky substance wouldn’t subside no matter how hard he scrubbed at it. The water from the tap ran scalding hot, seemingly growing hotter the harder he tried to work the imaginary blood from his hands. His futile efforts, though, did nothing but irritate, turning the fine white skin to an angry, harsh red.
It didn’t matter, though. Nothing he did, no atonement he offered would cleanse him of what he’d done. The girl couldn’t have been much older than he- the Muggle girl his dear aunt had offered him as a birthday present.
She’s yours, Draco. Do with her as the Dark Lord pleases and join us.
As the Dark Lord pleases. That only meant one thing.
He’d killed her, used the Killing Curse for the first time. He’d watched the light fade from her tear-stricken face as her body went limp and lifeless.
His hands were nearly raw now, but he couldn’t stop scrubbing. If only he could do the same thing to his mind; for he knew that for as long as he lived, he’d never forget the sight of her face.
“Draco.”
His name was spoken softly, but he knew who it was. Glancing up, he met Pansy’s gaze in the mirror, and his stomach clenched at the look in her eyes. His voice was strangled as he said, “Pans…”
She shook her head and moved to wrap her arms around his waist, her front pressed to his back. “I know,” she said softly, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I know.”
Her fingers traced over the fresh, raw lines of the new Dark Mark on his arm, and he knew. Despite all their sins, she was his friend and would love him.
No matter what.
eonone
Title: Deterrent
Word Count: 294
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Language
Summary: Pansy wants answers.
The click of her heels gave her away before he even looked up. Draco wasn’t surprised- Pansy had never been deterred by the word “Boys” in front of anything. Lavatory, locker room. Dormitory.
Draco sighed at her through the mirror. “Go away, Pansy.”
She glared at him. “No. You don’t eat, you don’t sleep, sex is absolutely lousy. You’re gone for hours at a time. I want to know what’s wrong with you, and I want a real answer this time.”
Draco arched an eyebrow and adjusted his tie. “You’re not my Mum, so fuck. Off.”
Pansy narrowed her eyes. “Show me your arm.”
Without thinking, he pulled the left one back. She launched across the room.
“Pansy, don’t!”
He threw his arm out to shove her back, but she clawed onto it, yanking at the fabric like a deranged cat. Draco lost his footing, and suddenly they were both scrabbling around the floor. Despite his flailing, she got a good enough grip on his sleeve and yanked. Pearl buttons scattered across the floor, exposing his Mark.
“So it’s true,” was all she said, and he roughly shoved her off. Got to his feet.
“I’m going to be a murderer, Pans, you happy? WIll that make sex more exciting?”
Pansy stood and smoothed her skirt. Bit her lip. Then she pounced at him again, so suddenly he didn’t have time to shove her back.
She kissed him violently, then wrapped her arms around him, fingers twisting into the fabric of his shirt. Draco wondered if it was her intent to ruin his clothing, but he shifted his arms to hold her. She was warm.
He sighed into her hair. “I’m scared, Pans.”
Despite being muffled into his chest, her voice was fierce. “I know. But murderer or not, you’re still my best friend.”
kitty_mrowr
Title: Airplanes in the Night Sky
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG
Warning: None.
Summary: Draco is on the eve of facing consequences for his actions; Pansy gives him hope.
Draco lay still, his head propped up familiarly on Pansy's lap as her long, feminine finger gracefully stroked his hair. He'd long since taken to this very action as his security blanket; one of the few reasons he'd kept any semblance of sanity in his sixth year. There was a reason she was his best friend. That reason included his ability to sit here comfortably with her in complete silence.
The stars overhead illuminated the night sky. No clouds tonight, even if Draco would have found it fitting.
"We'll come back here after your hearing. Whatever happens." Pansy was the one who broke the silence, holding steady to the soothing rhythm of her strokes.
Draco closed his eyes so as not to let them betray his feelings. He was frightened of what tomorrow would bring. He didn't want to go to Azkaban.
"Pans, why do you do it? Everyone else has given up on me, yet here you are. You'll be next if they think you have anything to do with me." The corners of his lips twitched downward into a contemplative frown.
Pansy's strokes stopped abruptly, but Draco did not open his eyes.
He felt her lips press gingerly to his. Their first kiss; a kiss that was gentle and hopeful and promising. He never pictured the two of them as gentle, but it was nice, perfect.
"The thing is, Dragon," came Pansy's melodic voice as she pulled her lips from his, "a friend is the one who knows us and loves us, anyway."
Draco thought on this and then opened his eyes, his fingers lifting to curl behind her neck and pull her to him. "We'll come back here, then." Next time they came here, Draco promised himself, he'd make her his lover, not just his friend.
terrayn
Title: Friendship
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG-13
Warning: none
Summary: Draco and Pansy do everything backwards.
They became friends after falling into bed in a drunken collision of elbows and hips (rough; pointless), slamming skin against slick skin until Pansy shoved him off and sighed, “We’re terrible at this.”
In the morning, she stopped hunting him and he stopped ignoring her. They laughed at each other, learned to laugh together. So when Theo left (closed; unreadable), Draco was there to toast her bittersweet freedom with wine so ancient he’d grumbled, “There are better-tasting ways to off yourself.”
“Raided the liquor cabinet. ‘S all that’s left,” she’d slurred.
Then he fell for Astoria: a whirlwind affair (hurtling; breathless). Their incapability out of bed paled against her blinding beauty. When she upgraded to a handsomer, richer version of himself, Pansy was there to tell him, “You don’t know women.”
“I know you,” he muttered.
“And you’re shallow.”
“What?”
“Astoria overwhelmed you with her intellect, did she?”
“Let me mope in peace,” he growled.
“Never,” she said cheerily.
After breakups, she healed his nail-marks. At bazaars, she designated him her pack mule. They shared gondolas in Venice and ices in Crete; they were young, rich, their days endless. Until they weren’t so young anymore.
She married Davies-he proposed to Lisa-his hairline receded-she let her figure go. Then they caught Roger and Lisa in bed; his fiancé yelled, “What did you expect when you spend more time with her than me?”
“We suck at this love thing,” said Pansy after the divorce.
“I love you,” he returned.
“I meant with other people.”
“I know what you meant.”
She said slowly, “You love me.”
“My timing needs work,” he admitted. “But everyone says: ‘better late than never.’ This is me. Late.”
“Very,” she agreed. This time, they didn’t leave his bed until night melted into morning into afternoon.
lokifan
Title: N/A
Word Count: 274
Rating: PG-13
Warning: None
Summary: N/A
The other girls at Hogwarts think Pansy is terribly lucky. She is slumped in an armchair, her legs dangling over one arm and dangerously close to the fireplace. Draco is currently in the process of storming from the common-room. He’s as pink-cheeked as if someone slapped him, and his hand’s clenched round a letter.
If anyone else called his name now, he’d ignore them.
“Draco!”
He stops, the muscles of his back tensing visibly through his school shirt. “What?”
“Don’t duel Potter. It only ends with bloody curses.” She adds before he can interrupt: “generally Potter’s.”
The other girls at Hogwarts also think Draco is unpredictable and enigmatic. If they paid attention as they think they do, they’d know he’s actually as predictable as the sunrise.
Pansy has devoted hours to learning him. She knows him by heart.
“This isn’t an insult to be borne, Pansy! He sent me my wand back and acted like he’d done me some great favour, and now he’s writing to me like we’re friends, asking favours like I owe him - ”
Pansy feels her mouth twist. She knows perfectly well that Draco does owe Potter, but she reserves the right to hate him unrepentantly for the moment Snape told her what had happened in the bathroom - the moment before he told her Draco had survived.
“Arrogant twit. Ignore him like he deserves, Draco; he’s not worth your time. I am, so come sit with me.”
“Familiarity breeds contempt,” Draco drawls, but plops onto the sofa by her nevertheless. Naturally.
“Sometimes,” Pansy agrees, and smirks at the other girls.
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Unfortunately, persianita did not submit their drabble this week and has been disqualified. Unlike last week, where nobody went, this week, somebody will still be voted out.
Notes
- Contestants are required to vote, but must not vote for themselves (if you do, your vote will not count).
- Please take into account this weeks prompt, which was this quote: A friend is one who knows us, but loves us anyway.
- Please vote with the number of the drabble, not the name.
alley_skywalker
Title: Ever
Word Count: 289
Rating: PG
Warning: Very light implications of violence
Summary: Something's wrong, and Pansy wants to know what's happening. But Draco's scared of losing her.
“Draco, I need to know!” She grabbed his arm, holding on desperately, afraid that he might apparate away if she didn’t hold on tight enough.
“Pans, please don’t make this any harder than it has to be,” he told her. She noticed how tired he looked, how worn out. After his failure with Dumbledore he’d been transferred to the fighting squad under Antonin and Dolohov had his ways and his missions. Draco came back from the last one shaking and covered in blood. She had almost cried out when she saw him.
But at the moment, she didn’t care. She wanted to know what the boys were planning that she wasn’t allowed to know. “Harder? Don’t make this any harder!” she nearly shrieked at him, pushing him back against the wall. This deep into Headquarters she wasn’t afraid of anyone hearing them.
Draco let out a frustrated growl and attempted to stare her down. She stared right back. Finally, he seemed to deflate. “Pansy… They’re planning to attack Hogwarts. I’m on the inside squad. Do you know what that means? We’re the one’s cutting off retreats. That means when they evacuate all the kids…we take hostages. We…” he broke off helplessly, rubbing a hand over his face. “Pans?”
She stared at him in horror, her stomach doing a flop. “Oh.” She could hardly breathe, not to mention speak.
Draco reached out and touched the side of her face. “Pans. Please, don’t…Try to understand. When we said we would fight…you had to know…Please, if you leave me now-“
She shook her head vehemently, shivering at the vulnerability in his voice. ‘I won’t leave you. Ever.” She put her head against his chest and took in a deep breath. “Ever.”
elle_blessing
Title: My Boy Builds Coffins
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Summary: A friend is one who knows us, but loves us anyway.
“Ow.”
“You sound like a dying kneazle. Do shut up,” Pansy said irritably. If she was more rough than necessary as she smoothed salve into the weals on Draco’s back, such was dismissed.
“I almost died, Pans.” He knew he sounded whiny, but these moments with Pansy were the only semblance of normalcy he had left. He had a mission - kill Dumbledore - and he was failing miserably. Voldemort would kill him. It was too bad Harry had failed; death at the Scarhead’s wand would have been a mercy in comparison.
“No, you will die,” she hissed, reaching around to snatch his arm and hold up his wrist. “This will kill you.” There was a slight tremor in her voice, but she ignored it. “Idiot.”
Sobered, Draco glanced back at her. “I had to. You know I did.”
Their eyes met, and in such close proximity the heat of their breath mixed. Pansy’s heart sped and she could feel the answering, quickened pulse beneath her hand. She didn’t know what she would do if he was taken from her, and the very thought made her chest tighten.
Pulling her gaze away, she released him and ignored his searching gray eyes to continue her task.
“Pans…”
“I love you and I always will, but turn around, shut up and let me worry unobserved.” Her fingers were gentle on the slashing, magical wounds now. “Please.”
He turned around and stilled under her ministrations, but his jaw tensed, and he glared at the Dark Mark on his arm. It would take everything important from him.
“There. All done, and you even managed to keep a tenuous grasp on your manhood.”
“Bitch.”
“Thank you, darling.”
The corner of his mouth twitched up and Draco turned the Dark Mark away from view. “I love you, too.”
akashathekitty
Title: Partners in Crime
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Immaturity
Summary: Draco has a plan and Pansy has his back.
‘You’re obsessive,’ Pansy said, her arms crossed.
‘Am not! And would you please aim your wand this way? I don’t have much time!’ Draco surreptitiously looked around in the dark.
She rolled her eyes and pointed the weak light at where Draco was setting up his contraption. ‘And what exactly do you hope to accomplish?’ she asked.
‘Well, it would make my year if Potter got hit and began glowing green. But I’d take Weasley or Granger or even Longbottom any day if I had to.’
Pansy perked up. ‘Granger! Oh, I’d love for her to get hit.’
Draco grinned. ‘There you go! All you have to do is make her come past this point before anyone else. It shouldn’t be too hard, should it? I hear she often comes in early.’
Pansy narrowed her eyes, contemplating. ‘Hmm.’ Then she realised what she was doing and shook herself. ‘Wait, this isn’t right! You shouldn’t do this. It’s childish. We’re all supposedly adults! And messing with an Auror on duty is-’
‘Unless your next word is going to be “fun”, I don’t want to hear it,’ Draco warned.
‘Aren’t you already on probation?’ she insisted.
He straightened, brushing off his hands. ‘Your point being?’
She sighed. ‘Draco...’
‘I didn’t bring you along so you could nag at me all night. I thought you said you wanted to help.’
She weakly smiled. ‘You know I do. I can’t risk you getting caught, now, can I?’
He smiled back at her and chucked her under the chin. ‘I never get caught. You know that.’ Then he began walking away.
Of course he never got caught. Pansy always had his back.
Discreetly, she picked up the monogrammed handkerchief Draco had carelessly dropped and did a quick cleaning spell, before she followed him out.
leigh_adams
Title: Blood
Word Count: 299
Rating: PG-13
Warning: None
Summary: Draco ‘celebrates’ his sixteenth birthday.
Blood.
Draco could feel it on his hands; the crimson, tacky substance wouldn’t subside no matter how hard he scrubbed at it. The water from the tap ran scalding hot, seemingly growing hotter the harder he tried to work the imaginary blood from his hands. His futile efforts, though, did nothing but irritate, turning the fine white skin to an angry, harsh red.
It didn’t matter, though. Nothing he did, no atonement he offered would cleanse him of what he’d done. The girl couldn’t have been much older than he- the Muggle girl his dear aunt had offered him as a birthday present.
She’s yours, Draco. Do with her as the Dark Lord pleases and join us.
As the Dark Lord pleases. That only meant one thing.
He’d killed her, used the Killing Curse for the first time. He’d watched the light fade from her tear-stricken face as her body went limp and lifeless.
His hands were nearly raw now, but he couldn’t stop scrubbing. If only he could do the same thing to his mind; for he knew that for as long as he lived, he’d never forget the sight of her face.
“Draco.”
His name was spoken softly, but he knew who it was. Glancing up, he met Pansy’s gaze in the mirror, and his stomach clenched at the look in her eyes. His voice was strangled as he said, “Pans…”
She shook her head and moved to wrap her arms around his waist, her front pressed to his back. “I know,” she said softly, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I know.”
Her fingers traced over the fresh, raw lines of the new Dark Mark on his arm, and he knew. Despite all their sins, she was his friend and would love him.
No matter what.
eonone
Title: Deterrent
Word Count: 294
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Language
Summary: Pansy wants answers.
The click of her heels gave her away before he even looked up. Draco wasn’t surprised- Pansy had never been deterred by the word “Boys” in front of anything. Lavatory, locker room. Dormitory.
Draco sighed at her through the mirror. “Go away, Pansy.”
She glared at him. “No. You don’t eat, you don’t sleep, sex is absolutely lousy. You’re gone for hours at a time. I want to know what’s wrong with you, and I want a real answer this time.”
Draco arched an eyebrow and adjusted his tie. “You’re not my Mum, so fuck. Off.”
Pansy narrowed her eyes. “Show me your arm.”
Without thinking, he pulled the left one back. She launched across the room.
“Pansy, don’t!”
He threw his arm out to shove her back, but she clawed onto it, yanking at the fabric like a deranged cat. Draco lost his footing, and suddenly they were both scrabbling around the floor. Despite his flailing, she got a good enough grip on his sleeve and yanked. Pearl buttons scattered across the floor, exposing his Mark.
“So it’s true,” was all she said, and he roughly shoved her off. Got to his feet.
“I’m going to be a murderer, Pans, you happy? WIll that make sex more exciting?”
Pansy stood and smoothed her skirt. Bit her lip. Then she pounced at him again, so suddenly he didn’t have time to shove her back.
She kissed him violently, then wrapped her arms around him, fingers twisting into the fabric of his shirt. Draco wondered if it was her intent to ruin his clothing, but he shifted his arms to hold her. She was warm.
He sighed into her hair. “I’m scared, Pans.”
Despite being muffled into his chest, her voice was fierce. “I know. But murderer or not, you’re still my best friend.”
kitty_mrowr
Title: Airplanes in the Night Sky
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG
Warning: None.
Summary: Draco is on the eve of facing consequences for his actions; Pansy gives him hope.
Draco lay still, his head propped up familiarly on Pansy's lap as her long, feminine finger gracefully stroked his hair. He'd long since taken to this very action as his security blanket; one of the few reasons he'd kept any semblance of sanity in his sixth year. There was a reason she was his best friend. That reason included his ability to sit here comfortably with her in complete silence.
The stars overhead illuminated the night sky. No clouds tonight, even if Draco would have found it fitting.
"We'll come back here after your hearing. Whatever happens." Pansy was the one who broke the silence, holding steady to the soothing rhythm of her strokes.
Draco closed his eyes so as not to let them betray his feelings. He was frightened of what tomorrow would bring. He didn't want to go to Azkaban.
"Pans, why do you do it? Everyone else has given up on me, yet here you are. You'll be next if they think you have anything to do with me." The corners of his lips twitched downward into a contemplative frown.
Pansy's strokes stopped abruptly, but Draco did not open his eyes.
He felt her lips press gingerly to his. Their first kiss; a kiss that was gentle and hopeful and promising. He never pictured the two of them as gentle, but it was nice, perfect.
"The thing is, Dragon," came Pansy's melodic voice as she pulled her lips from his, "a friend is the one who knows us and loves us, anyway."
Draco thought on this and then opened his eyes, his fingers lifting to curl behind her neck and pull her to him. "We'll come back here, then." Next time they came here, Draco promised himself, he'd make her his lover, not just his friend.
terrayn
Title: Friendship
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG-13
Warning: none
Summary: Draco and Pansy do everything backwards.
They became friends after falling into bed in a drunken collision of elbows and hips (rough; pointless), slamming skin against slick skin until Pansy shoved him off and sighed, “We’re terrible at this.”
In the morning, she stopped hunting him and he stopped ignoring her. They laughed at each other, learned to laugh together. So when Theo left (closed; unreadable), Draco was there to toast her bittersweet freedom with wine so ancient he’d grumbled, “There are better-tasting ways to off yourself.”
“Raided the liquor cabinet. ‘S all that’s left,” she’d slurred.
Then he fell for Astoria: a whirlwind affair (hurtling; breathless). Their incapability out of bed paled against her blinding beauty. When she upgraded to a handsomer, richer version of himself, Pansy was there to tell him, “You don’t know women.”
“I know you,” he muttered.
“And you’re shallow.”
“What?”
“Astoria overwhelmed you with her intellect, did she?”
“Let me mope in peace,” he growled.
“Never,” she said cheerily.
After breakups, she healed his nail-marks. At bazaars, she designated him her pack mule. They shared gondolas in Venice and ices in Crete; they were young, rich, their days endless. Until they weren’t so young anymore.
She married Davies-he proposed to Lisa-his hairline receded-she let her figure go. Then they caught Roger and Lisa in bed; his fiancé yelled, “What did you expect when you spend more time with her than me?”
“We suck at this love thing,” said Pansy after the divorce.
“I love you,” he returned.
“I meant with other people.”
“I know what you meant.”
She said slowly, “You love me.”
“My timing needs work,” he admitted. “But everyone says: ‘better late than never.’ This is me. Late.”
“Very,” she agreed. This time, they didn’t leave his bed until night melted into morning into afternoon.
lokifan
Title: N/A
Word Count: 274
Rating: PG-13
Warning: None
Summary: N/A
The other girls at Hogwarts think Pansy is terribly lucky. She is slumped in an armchair, her legs dangling over one arm and dangerously close to the fireplace. Draco is currently in the process of storming from the common-room. He’s as pink-cheeked as if someone slapped him, and his hand’s clenched round a letter.
If anyone else called his name now, he’d ignore them.
“Draco!”
He stops, the muscles of his back tensing visibly through his school shirt. “What?”
“Don’t duel Potter. It only ends with bloody curses.” She adds before he can interrupt: “generally Potter’s.”
The other girls at Hogwarts also think Draco is unpredictable and enigmatic. If they paid attention as they think they do, they’d know he’s actually as predictable as the sunrise.
Pansy has devoted hours to learning him. She knows him by heart.
“This isn’t an insult to be borne, Pansy! He sent me my wand back and acted like he’d done me some great favour, and now he’s writing to me like we’re friends, asking favours like I owe him - ”
Pansy feels her mouth twist. She knows perfectly well that Draco does owe Potter, but she reserves the right to hate him unrepentantly for the moment Snape told her what had happened in the bathroom - the moment before he told her Draco had survived.
“Arrogant twit. Ignore him like he deserves, Draco; he’s not worth your time. I am, so come sit with me.”
“Familiarity breeds contempt,” Draco drawls, but plops onto the sofa by her nevertheless. Naturally.
“Sometimes,” Pansy agrees, and smirks at the other girls.
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