Fic: Of Ice & Fire (Pansy/Harry)
TITLE: Of Ice & Fire
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: After a spontaneous heavy snowfall, Pansy is trapped in Hagrid’s Hut with a concussed and freezing cold Harry Potter.
FANDOM: Harry Potter (Pansy/Harry)
STATUS: Complete - One Shot
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest, darkest, corner of my imagination.
AUTHORS NOTE: Written for Day 7 @ adventchallenge (25 stories - 25 days).
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“Oh, for the love of Salazar!” Pansy complained.
This was just what she needed. It was bad enough that she was trapped in Hagrid’s Hut with a passed out Harry Potter who thought she was a freak of nature. It was very tempting to leave him sprawled out on the floor like a concussed mountain troll.
Too tempting.
With a sigh, she pulled the hat off his head and unwound the Gryffindor scarf from his neck so she wouldn’t strangle him as she dragged him across the floor. She grabbed the collar of his robes and yanked him with all her strength. And promptly fell on her butt. Fang gave her a doggy laugh. “Stop laughing and help me.” She pulled harder until she got him on the rug in front of the roaring fire.
“Merlin,” Pansy groaned, dusting off her hands like she had just completed hard labour. “If you’re going to go around whacking your head and passing out all over the place, then you’re going to have to go on a diet, Potter.”
Bending down, Pansy eyed the small gash on Harry’s temple. He may not be dying but his skin felt frightfully cold. The real danger was freezing to death, not bleeding to death.
“You’re lucky I have a maternal instinct,” Pansy muttered.
She yanked and tugged and pulled at Harry’s clothes until she managed to get him undressed down to his boxers. There were only slightly damp so she didn’t think he’d mind if she left them on. There was no way she was stripping him completely. This was a mission of mercy, not a peep show!
Still, Pansy had to admit that Potter had turned out okay. Long, lean legs led up to a tapered waist. Quidditch muscles rippled along his back and arms. A little flutter of appreciation (which she quickly dismissed!) ran through her as she looked at all that skin in the firelight.
It was almost a shame to cover him but goosebumps had formed on his skin. Pansy pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and draped it over him. Shouldn’t he be waking up soon? She wrung her hands. Could he be faking this in order to avoid dealing with her? She nudged him lightly in the ribs with the toe of her boot. Nothing.
Turning her attention to the rest of the hut, Pansy grabbed every blanket she could find and piled them on top of Harry’s shivering body. She added a couple more logs to the fire while she was at it. In minutes, she was dripping with sweat but Harry’s lips were still blue.
“Bloody hell.” She wasn’t a healer- what was she supposed to do now? What would Madam Pomfrey do? All she had to do was touch a student and she could tell what ailed them.
Touch! Body heat. Merlin knew she was sweating bullets.
She paused in the act of pulling her coat off. Could she really get naked and crawl under the blankets with Harry Potter? What if he woke up? What if he told someone? She would never live it down.
Oh get over it, she scolded herself and finished stripping down. Anything would be better than the hysteria when the whole school realised she’d let the infamous Potter die in a wooden hut. “The things I do for good karma,” she muttered as she slipped under the covers.
Harry’s skin was cold and clammy against her hands as she heaved him onto his side. He felt like ice against her. Damn, his toes were cold! Her skin flinched at the ice cubes running all over her body but she gritted her teeth and stayed still. She snuggled as close to his chest as she could.
Fang burrowed under the blankets as well and snuggled up on the other side of Harry, warming his back. Heat poured over them from the fire and the down blankets, making her sleepy. Potter seemed to be breathing a little easier now and wasn’t shaking quite so violently. Tremors still rocked his frame, but they weren’t quite as bad. She’d done all she could to warm him up. Hell, she had done much more than anyone would have expected her to.
As far as Pansy was concerned, the rest was up to Potter.
*
Should I write part two...?????
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: After a spontaneous heavy snowfall, Pansy is trapped in Hagrid’s Hut with a concussed and freezing cold Harry Potter.
FANDOM: Harry Potter (Pansy/Harry)
STATUS: Complete - One Shot
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest, darkest, corner of my imagination.
AUTHORS NOTE: Written for Day 7 @ adventchallenge (25 stories - 25 days).
*~*
“Oh, for the love of Salazar!” Pansy complained.
This was just what she needed. It was bad enough that she was trapped in Hagrid’s Hut with a passed out Harry Potter who thought she was a freak of nature. It was very tempting to leave him sprawled out on the floor like a concussed mountain troll.
Too tempting.
With a sigh, she pulled the hat off his head and unwound the Gryffindor scarf from his neck so she wouldn’t strangle him as she dragged him across the floor. She grabbed the collar of his robes and yanked him with all her strength. And promptly fell on her butt. Fang gave her a doggy laugh. “Stop laughing and help me.” She pulled harder until she got him on the rug in front of the roaring fire.
“Merlin,” Pansy groaned, dusting off her hands like she had just completed hard labour. “If you’re going to go around whacking your head and passing out all over the place, then you’re going to have to go on a diet, Potter.”
Bending down, Pansy eyed the small gash on Harry’s temple. He may not be dying but his skin felt frightfully cold. The real danger was freezing to death, not bleeding to death.
“You’re lucky I have a maternal instinct,” Pansy muttered.
She yanked and tugged and pulled at Harry’s clothes until she managed to get him undressed down to his boxers. There were only slightly damp so she didn’t think he’d mind if she left them on. There was no way she was stripping him completely. This was a mission of mercy, not a peep show!
Still, Pansy had to admit that Potter had turned out okay. Long, lean legs led up to a tapered waist. Quidditch muscles rippled along his back and arms. A little flutter of appreciation (which she quickly dismissed!) ran through her as she looked at all that skin in the firelight.
It was almost a shame to cover him but goosebumps had formed on his skin. Pansy pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and draped it over him. Shouldn’t he be waking up soon? She wrung her hands. Could he be faking this in order to avoid dealing with her? She nudged him lightly in the ribs with the toe of her boot. Nothing.
Turning her attention to the rest of the hut, Pansy grabbed every blanket she could find and piled them on top of Harry’s shivering body. She added a couple more logs to the fire while she was at it. In minutes, she was dripping with sweat but Harry’s lips were still blue.
“Bloody hell.” She wasn’t a healer- what was she supposed to do now? What would Madam Pomfrey do? All she had to do was touch a student and she could tell what ailed them.
Touch! Body heat. Merlin knew she was sweating bullets.
She paused in the act of pulling her coat off. Could she really get naked and crawl under the blankets with Harry Potter? What if he woke up? What if he told someone? She would never live it down.
Oh get over it, she scolded herself and finished stripping down. Anything would be better than the hysteria when the whole school realised she’d let the infamous Potter die in a wooden hut. “The things I do for good karma,” she muttered as she slipped under the covers.
Harry’s skin was cold and clammy against her hands as she heaved him onto his side. He felt like ice against her. Damn, his toes were cold! Her skin flinched at the ice cubes running all over her body but she gritted her teeth and stayed still. She snuggled as close to his chest as she could.
Fang burrowed under the blankets as well and snuggled up on the other side of Harry, warming his back. Heat poured over them from the fire and the down blankets, making her sleepy. Potter seemed to be breathing a little easier now and wasn’t shaking quite so violently. Tremors still rocked his frame, but they weren’t quite as bad. She’d done all she could to warm him up. Hell, she had done much more than anyone would have expected her to.
As far as Pansy was concerned, the rest was up to Potter.
*
Should I write part two...?????