Leigh!fic- A Prefect's Abuse of Power (1/1)- Draco Malfoy/Pansy Parkinson
Title: A Prefect's Abuse of Power (1/1)
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Draco Malfoy/Pansy Parkinson
Rating: PG
Word Count: 400
Summary: Pansy shows Draco what the school really thinks of them
Author’s Notes: This was my entry for the first challenge at dmpp_ldws. The prompt didn't really speak to me (this piece of artwork), but I didn't get voted off the island, so that's a little victory. Congrats to elle_blessing for her first-round victory! :*
At half past one in the morning, the Slytherin common room was deserted save for one person. Pansy was seated by the fire in one of the many green leather sofas, her black dressing gown cinched tightly around her waist. Several loose sheets of parchment sat around her, all plucked from a dragon hide portfolio that sat open on her lap.
As she shifted to the next drawing, one elegant brow quirked upwards in amusement. "Well," she murmured to herself, "what have we here?"
The door to the common room creaked open, and she smiled when Draco slipped through. "Oh good, it's you.. Come over here, darling."
Draco gave a mental groan as he walked across the common room. He'd been working on the bloody Vanishing Cabinet all night, and the last thing he wanted to do was listen to Pansy natter on about something he could honestly care less about.
"Pans, whatever nefarious plots you're concocting, save it till morning," he said as he sprawled over an armchair across from her.
"Sorry, but no. This should give you a laugh before bedtime," she said with a smirk as she handed him one of the pieces of parchment.
Draco's eyebrows shot way up, and he was unable to keep a matching smirk off his face as he studied the drawing. "Where did you get this?"
"Confiscated it from one of the fifth year Ravenclaws," she replied smugly, leaning back against the sofa. "What do you think?"
"I think the artist has done justice to my Adonis-like physique," he quipped dryly. "You, on the other hand... when did you start wearing green lipstick?"
Pansy gave an irritated sniff. "I believe the term for what I'm supposedly wearing in that is 'gothic,'" she said. "And whatever little snot drew this has obviously never seen you without a shirt on."
Draco ignored the quip and merely said, "And is that a tattoo?" before she reached out and snatched the drawing away from him. "Oh, and apparently the dialogue bubble with the heart means we're in love."
At that, she gave a dramatic eye roll. "I'm sorry, I just can't be with someone who uses more hair products than I do," she snipped. "Merlin, is this what the rest of the school thinks we do in our spare time?"
"You mean besides terrorize small children and kittens?" Draco drawled. "Yes, I suppose it is."
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Draco Malfoy/Pansy Parkinson
Rating: PG
Word Count: 400
Summary: Pansy shows Draco what the school really thinks of them
Author’s Notes: This was my entry for the first challenge at dmpp_ldws. The prompt didn't really speak to me (this piece of artwork), but I didn't get voted off the island, so that's a little victory. Congrats to elle_blessing for her first-round victory! :*
At half past one in the morning, the Slytherin common room was deserted save for one person. Pansy was seated by the fire in one of the many green leather sofas, her black dressing gown cinched tightly around her waist. Several loose sheets of parchment sat around her, all plucked from a dragon hide portfolio that sat open on her lap.
As she shifted to the next drawing, one elegant brow quirked upwards in amusement. "Well," she murmured to herself, "what have we here?"
The door to the common room creaked open, and she smiled when Draco slipped through. "Oh good, it's you.. Come over here, darling."
Draco gave a mental groan as he walked across the common room. He'd been working on the bloody Vanishing Cabinet all night, and the last thing he wanted to do was listen to Pansy natter on about something he could honestly care less about.
"Pans, whatever nefarious plots you're concocting, save it till morning," he said as he sprawled over an armchair across from her.
"Sorry, but no. This should give you a laugh before bedtime," she said with a smirk as she handed him one of the pieces of parchment.
Draco's eyebrows shot way up, and he was unable to keep a matching smirk off his face as he studied the drawing. "Where did you get this?"
"Confiscated it from one of the fifth year Ravenclaws," she replied smugly, leaning back against the sofa. "What do you think?"
"I think the artist has done justice to my Adonis-like physique," he quipped dryly. "You, on the other hand... when did you start wearing green lipstick?"
Pansy gave an irritated sniff. "I believe the term for what I'm supposedly wearing in that is 'gothic,'" she said. "And whatever little snot drew this has obviously never seen you without a shirt on."
Draco ignored the quip and merely said, "And is that a tattoo?" before she reached out and snatched the drawing away from him. "Oh, and apparently the dialogue bubble with the heart means we're in love."
At that, she gave a dramatic eye roll. "I'm sorry, I just can't be with someone who uses more hair products than I do," she snipped. "Merlin, is this what the rest of the school thinks we do in our spare time?"
"You mean besides terrorize small children and kittens?" Draco drawled. "Yes, I suppose it is."