Leigh!fic- Full Circle (1/1)- Draco Malfoy/Pansy Parkinson
Title: Full Circle (1/1)
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Draco Malfoy/Pansy Parkinson
Rating: PG
Word Count: 500
Summary: Draco and Pansy come full circle.
Author's Notes: I'm ambivalent about this drabble. I tied for third; on one hand, I only got one vote. On the other hand, I didn't get any least favorite votes. This was my entry for the fourth challenge at dmpp_ldws. The prompt was this piece of artwork.
October 5, 1994
Pansy let her legs swing over either side of the stone wall as she listened to Draco natter on about Potter and Weasley, things that she could have cared less about. Ever since the incident with Moody in the courtyard, he’d been especially testy.
He was beginning to start in on the Mudblood’s hair when Pansy decided to take matters into her own hands. On a whim, she leaned over and pressed her lips firmly against his.
It took Draco by surprise, but he quickly regained his composure. “What the bloody hell was that for, Pansy?”
She sighed. Men. “Honestly, darling, do you think I care about how every loves Potter, or how vapid Weasley is? And it’s an insult for you to speak of that Mudblood in my presence, so I was doing what I should have done hours ago. Shutting you up.”
“Oh.” A few, quiet moments passed before Draco’s lips tilted upwards in a small, suggestive smirk. His hands moved from the cool stone to rest lightly on her hips. “Pans, if you wanted to snog me, all you had to do was say so,” he murmured.
“Not everyone would find that line charming,” she replied, arching a brow at him.
“Yes, but you do.” And with that, he closed the gap between them with a soft, slow kiss.
August 26, 2004
Hogwarts had changed in the years since they had left. The castle had suffered immense damage during the final battle, and a few of the greenhouses had been destroyed. It was all a testament to the sands of time, slipping through their fingers as life moved on.
One place hadn’t changed, though, and that was the low, stone wall.
“This is your idea of a date, darling?” Pansy queried when Draco pulled the blindfold off of her. When he didn’t answer, she turned to look at him over her shoulder, eyebrow quirking at his satisfied smirk. “What?”
“Look down.”
Pansy did as he said, and the sight that greeted her caused her eyebrows to rise even higher on her forehead. “Honestly, Draco, this is what you consider to be appealing? My old uniform?”
“Now that you’ve filled out some, I would say so,” he drawled, letting his gaze linger on the way her chest strained against the too-tight Oxford shirt before it lowered to her short, short skirt.
She rolled her eyes and walked closer to the stone wall, perching herself upon it. “Why are we here?”
Draco raised a brow at her. “Do you not remember?”
“Remember what, darling?”
“This place,” he replied, mimicking her actions. “We carved a heart in the stone during fifth year.”
Her lips formed a soft ‘O’ of remembrance, and she smiled. “We had our first kiss here, fourth year.”
And it was hopefully to be the place where she would agree to be his wife. With the diamond ring in his pocket burning in awareness, he leaned in and kissed her once more, just as he had so long ago.
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Draco Malfoy/Pansy Parkinson
Rating: PG
Word Count: 500
Summary: Draco and Pansy come full circle.
Author's Notes: I'm ambivalent about this drabble. I tied for third; on one hand, I only got one vote. On the other hand, I didn't get any least favorite votes. This was my entry for the fourth challenge at dmpp_ldws. The prompt was this piece of artwork.
October 5, 1994
Pansy let her legs swing over either side of the stone wall as she listened to Draco natter on about Potter and Weasley, things that she could have cared less about. Ever since the incident with Moody in the courtyard, he’d been especially testy.
He was beginning to start in on the Mudblood’s hair when Pansy decided to take matters into her own hands. On a whim, she leaned over and pressed her lips firmly against his.
It took Draco by surprise, but he quickly regained his composure. “What the bloody hell was that for, Pansy?”
She sighed. Men. “Honestly, darling, do you think I care about how every loves Potter, or how vapid Weasley is? And it’s an insult for you to speak of that Mudblood in my presence, so I was doing what I should have done hours ago. Shutting you up.”
“Oh.” A few, quiet moments passed before Draco’s lips tilted upwards in a small, suggestive smirk. His hands moved from the cool stone to rest lightly on her hips. “Pans, if you wanted to snog me, all you had to do was say so,” he murmured.
“Not everyone would find that line charming,” she replied, arching a brow at him.
“Yes, but you do.” And with that, he closed the gap between them with a soft, slow kiss.
August 26, 2004
Hogwarts had changed in the years since they had left. The castle had suffered immense damage during the final battle, and a few of the greenhouses had been destroyed. It was all a testament to the sands of time, slipping through their fingers as life moved on.
One place hadn’t changed, though, and that was the low, stone wall.
“This is your idea of a date, darling?” Pansy queried when Draco pulled the blindfold off of her. When he didn’t answer, she turned to look at him over her shoulder, eyebrow quirking at his satisfied smirk. “What?”
“Look down.”
Pansy did as he said, and the sight that greeted her caused her eyebrows to rise even higher on her forehead. “Honestly, Draco, this is what you consider to be appealing? My old uniform?”
“Now that you’ve filled out some, I would say so,” he drawled, letting his gaze linger on the way her chest strained against the too-tight Oxford shirt before it lowered to her short, short skirt.
She rolled her eyes and walked closer to the stone wall, perching herself upon it. “Why are we here?”
Draco raised a brow at her. “Do you not remember?”
“Remember what, darling?”
“This place,” he replied, mimicking her actions. “We carved a heart in the stone during fifth year.”
Her lips formed a soft ‘O’ of remembrance, and she smiled. “We had our first kiss here, fourth year.”
And it was hopefully to be the place where she would agree to be his wife. With the diamond ring in his pocket burning in awareness, he leaned in and kissed her once more, just as he had so long ago.