That's What Friends Are For - Harry/Pansy
Title: That's What Friends Are For
Author: little_dollface
Pairing: Harry/Pansy
Word Count: 354
Rating: T
Warnings/Notes: swearing/cursing. Written for Round 3, Challenge 3 of pphp_ldws. Prompt was determination verses hesitation. Won Mods' Choice :D
“You’re coming, aren’t you?”
Pansy huffed. “To another boring Ministry function? I’ll pass.”
Daphne pouted for a moment, then her eyes lit up. “I heard Potter’s going to put in an appearance.”
“We had an agreement, Daphne!” Pansy scolded.
Daphne just rolled her eyes, ignoring Pansy’s implied death threat. “Oh, please, as if never speaking his name is going to suddenly make all your feelings for him up and disappear.”
“I don’t have feelings for him!” she screeched.
“Sure, you don’t. It’s so obvious.” Daphne chuckled to herself, shaking her at head at Pansy’s over-the-top reaction.
Pansy grumbled as she sat down next to the pile of dress robes strewn on Daphne’s bed. “You really think I should go?”
“Yes. You know you want to see him.”
“But he doesn’t want to see me. He made that clear.”
Daphne pushed aside some robes, making room to sit down. “Still, it doesn’t change how you feel. You want him. Go and get him. Make him want to see you again.”
“I don’t want things to be like that with us. And I’m not groveling. I didn’t do anything wrong. He’s taking what happened with MacLaggen out of context and refusing to even listen to me! ”
“No one said you had to grovel. You’ve snagged him once before and you can do it again.”
Pansy smiled. She remembered how it had felt, the headiness of new love, the teasing games of cat and mouse. And even after the rush of those feelings had faded, it was replaced by strong, soothing moments of love and comfort. She’d been happy, truly happy with him.
“You’re right. Damn it, Daphne, savor this because I won’t be repeating it anytime soon, but you are right.”
Daphne glared. “Brute determination really brings your claws out.”
Pansy only grinned in response.
“So, you’re going then?”
Slipping on a dress robe, Pansy replied, “Nothing could stop me.”
Daphne checked her hair in the mirror and then quickly grabbed Pansy’s arm. Before Apparating them away she, smirked and said, “I probably should have mentioned before that MacLaggen is going to be there too.”
Author: little_dollface
Pairing: Harry/Pansy
Word Count: 354
Rating: T
Warnings/Notes: swearing/cursing. Written for Round 3, Challenge 3 of pphp_ldws. Prompt was determination verses hesitation. Won Mods' Choice :D
“You’re coming, aren’t you?”
Pansy huffed. “To another boring Ministry function? I’ll pass.”
Daphne pouted for a moment, then her eyes lit up. “I heard Potter’s going to put in an appearance.”
“We had an agreement, Daphne!” Pansy scolded.
Daphne just rolled her eyes, ignoring Pansy’s implied death threat. “Oh, please, as if never speaking his name is going to suddenly make all your feelings for him up and disappear.”
“I don’t have feelings for him!” she screeched.
“Sure, you don’t. It’s so obvious.” Daphne chuckled to herself, shaking her at head at Pansy’s over-the-top reaction.
Pansy grumbled as she sat down next to the pile of dress robes strewn on Daphne’s bed. “You really think I should go?”
“Yes. You know you want to see him.”
“But he doesn’t want to see me. He made that clear.”
Daphne pushed aside some robes, making room to sit down. “Still, it doesn’t change how you feel. You want him. Go and get him. Make him want to see you again.”
“I don’t want things to be like that with us. And I’m not groveling. I didn’t do anything wrong. He’s taking what happened with MacLaggen out of context and refusing to even listen to me! ”
“No one said you had to grovel. You’ve snagged him once before and you can do it again.”
Pansy smiled. She remembered how it had felt, the headiness of new love, the teasing games of cat and mouse. And even after the rush of those feelings had faded, it was replaced by strong, soothing moments of love and comfort. She’d been happy, truly happy with him.
“You’re right. Damn it, Daphne, savor this because I won’t be repeating it anytime soon, but you are right.”
Daphne glared. “Brute determination really brings your claws out.”
Pansy only grinned in response.
“So, you’re going then?”
Slipping on a dress robe, Pansy replied, “Nothing could stop me.”
Daphne checked her hair in the mirror and then quickly grabbed Pansy’s arm. Before Apparating them away she, smirked and said, “I probably should have mentioned before that MacLaggen is going to be there too.”