drabble: Old Habits [HP, Ron/Pansy]
Title: Old Habits
Fandom/Pairing: Harry Potter; Ron/Pansy
Rating: uber-harmless. JKR owns all.
Summary: A post DH Ron and Pansy discuss life over drinks.
A/N: Just a little something somethin' that I needed to put to paper. There's some brilliant Ron/Pansy being posted over at ronpansy_fest and I felt inspired by it. We're few in numbers, but we do enjoy ourselves some sexy angst. Enjoy and please comment.
Old Habits
"He's marrying my sister, you know, Harry is."
He can do better, she thinks. "Is that troublesome for you?" she asks instead, taking a sip of the drink he bought her.
"I thought it'd be awkward at first, yeah, but Harry's like family. It makes more sense this way. I don't have to worry about Ginny getting her heart broken by some idiot I don't really know."
"Oh, so it'll be better when she gets her heart broken by someone you do know? And respect, at that?" Her smile is devious, but she hopes she hasn't pushed too far.
His eyes narrow. Even when he's so clearly not amused by her, she cannot help but notice that his pale eyelashes are so long they nearly brush his equally pale cheeks. It startles her, the attraction.
"You never change, do you, Pansy?"
She bares her teeth like a dog cornered. She wants to say, you're wrong. People can change. We were young and influenced and we know better now. We cannot bring back what He took from you, but we can try to make amends. I can change. I have changed. Don't you bloody see that if I hadn't we wouldn't even be sitting here? Instead, she pretends. It's easier that way, even if she does want him to think better of her. She supposes this will all take more time than she originally planned.
"Old habits die hard, Weasley. You know that, of course. How's our dear Granger then?" She asks feigning sweetness, knowing exactly where to drive the metaphorical knife.
His face does not change, but she sees the hurt, the fire, in his eyes and that gives him away. "I don't want to talk about Hermione." he mumbles.
Pansy pats his thigh, careful not to make the touch seem too meaningful and yet hopes that he notices. "Sounds like you need another drink."
Fandom/Pairing: Harry Potter; Ron/Pansy
Rating: uber-harmless. JKR owns all.
Summary: A post DH Ron and Pansy discuss life over drinks.
A/N: Just a little something somethin' that I needed to put to paper. There's some brilliant Ron/Pansy being posted over at ronpansy_fest and I felt inspired by it. We're few in numbers, but we do enjoy ourselves some sexy angst. Enjoy and please comment.
Old Habits
"He's marrying my sister, you know, Harry is."
He can do better, she thinks. "Is that troublesome for you?" she asks instead, taking a sip of the drink he bought her.
"I thought it'd be awkward at first, yeah, but Harry's like family. It makes more sense this way. I don't have to worry about Ginny getting her heart broken by some idiot I don't really know."
"Oh, so it'll be better when she gets her heart broken by someone you do know? And respect, at that?" Her smile is devious, but she hopes she hasn't pushed too far.
His eyes narrow. Even when he's so clearly not amused by her, she cannot help but notice that his pale eyelashes are so long they nearly brush his equally pale cheeks. It startles her, the attraction.
"You never change, do you, Pansy?"
She bares her teeth like a dog cornered. She wants to say, you're wrong. People can change. We were young and influenced and we know better now. We cannot bring back what He took from you, but we can try to make amends. I can change. I have changed. Don't you bloody see that if I hadn't we wouldn't even be sitting here? Instead, she pretends. It's easier that way, even if she does want him to think better of her. She supposes this will all take more time than she originally planned.
"Old habits die hard, Weasley. You know that, of course. How's our dear Granger then?" She asks feigning sweetness, knowing exactly where to drive the metaphorical knife.
His face does not change, but she sees the hurt, the fire, in his eyes and that gives him away. "I don't want to talk about Hermione." he mumbles.
Pansy pats his thigh, careful not to make the touch seem too meaningful and yet hopes that he notices. "Sounds like you need another drink."