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TITLE: Finding Comfort in Unexpected Places
RATING: G
WARNING: Umm…fluff?
WORD COUNT: 423
Pansy watched as Draco and Astoria completed their binding ceremony. She hadn’t been with Draco for several years already, but still something in her withered away and died. Anger at her own weakness bubbled up in her chest. She blinked away a tear and cursed quietly.
She was surprised when a warm hand landed on her bare shoulder. Turning around, she saw the most unlikely of all faces; Harry Potter was looking at her with a concerned smile on his lips. All her pent-up anger exploded as she violently twisted away from his touch.
‘I don’t need your pity, Potter!’ Pansy hissed, glaring at him. He just put his hands in his pockets and shrugged.
‘I’m not offering, Parkinson. You looked as if you needed some company.’
‘Won’t your precious girlfriend be mad at you for consorting with the Bitch of Slytherin?’ she sneered. Potter’s smile faded somewhat.
‘Ah, that. You see, I haven’t been with Ginny for a while. I always thought we’d end up together, but it didn’t really work out. She is marrying Neville next week.’ He nodded towards the dance floor and Pansy saw Ginny Weasley and that oaf Longbottom dancing and gazing at each other starry-eyed. She couldn’t restrain the wry smile that curved her lips. Oh, the irony.
‘It is weird watching your old sweetheart with someone else,’ Potter sighed. ‘I am not in love with her anymore, but still…’
‘Marriage makes it final, doesn’t it?’ Pansy finished for him. He nodded, still watching the dancing couples. Pansy made a quick decision and grabbed his hand.
‘We have to stop brooding, Potter. We are not some sniveling Hufflepuffs. Come, let’s get a drink; the least we can do is get pissed on expensive liquor.’
***
Pansy still couldn’t fathom how she ended up at the Weasley-Longbottom wedding. She was scanning the crowd when a warm hand landed on her shoulder.
‘Potter,’ she said without turning around.
‘Parkinson. May I have this dance?’
Resigned, she took his hand and they twirled around the dance floor, earning puzzled glances from everyone. Pansy didn’t care, because suddenly the feeling of Potter’s arms wrapped around her was inexplicably right. And when he leaned down and kissed her, it surprised her as much as anyone else, but that didn’t make it any less real.
‘I hope you didn’t do this just to piss off your ex, Potter,’ she growled quietly when they came up for air.
‘I did it because I wanted to. Now shut up, I want to kiss you again.’
TITLE: Finding Comfort in Unexpected Places
RATING: G
WARNING: Umm…fluff?
WORD COUNT: 423
Pansy watched as Draco and Astoria completed their binding ceremony. She hadn’t been with Draco for several years already, but still something in her withered away and died. Anger at her own weakness bubbled up in her chest. She blinked away a tear and cursed quietly.
She was surprised when a warm hand landed on her bare shoulder. Turning around, she saw the most unlikely of all faces; Harry Potter was looking at her with a concerned smile on his lips. All her pent-up anger exploded as she violently twisted away from his touch.
‘I don’t need your pity, Potter!’ Pansy hissed, glaring at him. He just put his hands in his pockets and shrugged.
‘I’m not offering, Parkinson. You looked as if you needed some company.’
‘Won’t your precious girlfriend be mad at you for consorting with the Bitch of Slytherin?’ she sneered. Potter’s smile faded somewhat.
‘Ah, that. You see, I haven’t been with Ginny for a while. I always thought we’d end up together, but it didn’t really work out. She is marrying Neville next week.’ He nodded towards the dance floor and Pansy saw Ginny Weasley and that oaf Longbottom dancing and gazing at each other starry-eyed. She couldn’t restrain the wry smile that curved her lips. Oh, the irony.
‘It is weird watching your old sweetheart with someone else,’ Potter sighed. ‘I am not in love with her anymore, but still…’
‘Marriage makes it final, doesn’t it?’ Pansy finished for him. He nodded, still watching the dancing couples. Pansy made a quick decision and grabbed his hand.
‘We have to stop brooding, Potter. We are not some sniveling Hufflepuffs. Come, let’s get a drink; the least we can do is get pissed on expensive liquor.’
***
Pansy still couldn’t fathom how she ended up at the Weasley-Longbottom wedding. She was scanning the crowd when a warm hand landed on her shoulder.
‘Potter,’ she said without turning around.
‘Parkinson. May I have this dance?’
Resigned, she took his hand and they twirled around the dance floor, earning puzzled glances from everyone. Pansy didn’t care, because suddenly the feeling of Potter’s arms wrapped around her was inexplicably right. And when he leaned down and kissed her, it surprised her as much as anyone else, but that didn’t make it any less real.
‘I hope you didn’t do this just to piss off your ex, Potter,’ she growled quietly when they came up for air.
‘I did it because I wanted to. Now shut up, I want to kiss you again.’