Pieces (Pansy/Harry)
Title: Pieces
Pairing: Pansy/Harry
Rating: PG
Word Count: 450
Warning: AU
Disclaimer: everything belongs to J.K.
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He looks completely ridiculous still on bended knee and everyone in this snobbish restaurant had just witnessed the most embarrassing moment of his life.
“What?” It comes out harsh through his gritted teeth but that’s exactly how he wants it to sound. He is confused, embarrassed and just so angry right now and he wants her to know it.
“Get up Harry.”
His knee is becoming a little uncomfortable yet his body will not move from this position. He didn’t just get down here to propose just to take no for an answer.
“Why won’t you marry me Pansy?” His teeth are still clenched but Harry isn’t as loud as he was before. He knows he should sound sad, maybe even a little pathetic but the sympathy card rarely works on her so Harry decides not to waste his time trying that approach.
“Don’t make a scene.” Her tone of voice is flat, as if she’s talking about the weather with Millicent Bulstrode and not crushing all the dreams he has made for them. This was not how he envisioned this night going. Harry was supposed to ask the woman to marry him, of course she was supposed to tearfully accept his proposal to be his wife and at this very moment the happy couple was supposed to be on their way to his flat to celebrate. But Pansy Parkinson had to make things difficult.
“I want an explanation.”
“Harry, please just sit back down.”
“I’ll sit down when I’m good and damn ready.”
“People are staring.” She hisses as if that’s a good enough reason for him to go sit in his chair.
“They’re always staring.”
Pansy gets up from her seat and just leaves him there still on bended knee, seething about her rejecting him. Harry will have none of that, so he quickly follows after her. Harry catches her by the arm before she even has a good chance to walk out the door. Pansy never gets far when she storms off in a pair of dangerously high heels.
“I don’t understand. I thought you were ready. That we were ready for the next step.”
“We need more time.”
Harry interprets that as Pansy’s way of telling him that she’s not ready because she’s scared. Things seem clearer to him now.
“I’m scared too.” He confesses.
“You’re never scared.” She scoffs. “You’re always foolishly brave.”
“No…I’m scared, just like you. But I’m willing to take the risk. Because we’re worth it, you are worth it.”
“Harry-”
“Be foolishly brave with me?” He asks with a crooked smile.
Pansy brushes her lips against his, the way she always does after he gives her that smile.
“Ask me again.”