Pansy sat in the leather chair, legs crossed, sipping on the red wine Draco had poured for her. She had grown into her features and no longer resembled a pug. Her face had thinned and the elegant bob framed it nicely.
“So, Harry,” she said, putting her glass on the table next to her. “I guess I’m not surprised to hear about you and Draco.”
“You’re not the first person to say that,” Harry said, his forehead creased. “I don’t know why everyone expected this given how we behaved towards each other at school.”
“Oh darling, please, that was the most obvious example of pigtail pulling anyone has ever seen. But anyway, that’s beside the point. Draco hasn’t stopped smiling since last Friday so I guess that was the first time you fucked each other?”
Harry turned bright red and choked on his drink.
“And since he hasn’t stopped smiling, or stopped going on about you, I’m guessing he’s in love with you. So, do you love him?”
Harry laughed. “Pansy, are you asking me what my intentions are?”
Pansy looked at him, her eyes narrowed. “Don’t laugh at me. I’m just warning you that if you hurt Draco in any way, lead him on or are just using him for sex, then I will hurt you.
“That doesn’t surprise me and, to be honest, I think I’d expect it from you, Pansy.” Harry took another drink, not noticing how pale Pansy’s face turned.
“I’m never going to be allowed to forget that, am I?” she said, standing up and pacing around the room. “I’ll always be that girl, the one who tried to get everyone to surrender you to Voldemort. The coward, the villain, the Slytherin. Well, let me tell you something, Harry Potter, I do not regret what I did in the war. It was okay for you. You knew where your family and friends were – inside Hogwarts. Yes, okay, you didn’t know how they were but you knew which side they were fighting on, knew they would have people to look after them. Where were my family? Were they outside the castle with Voldemort and the Death Eaters? Were they at home or had they escaped abroad? Were they under guard at the mansion? I had no idea. So I did what I had to do to try and make sure they were safe. To protect them. Like Narcissa did for Draco, when you were in the forest with her.”
Pansy paused for a breath. Harry was staring at her, looking a little taken aback by her passionate speech.
Pansy took another deep breath and Harry jumped in before she could start ranting again. “Pansy, that’s not what I meant. I just meant that you’re loyal to your friends and I’d be surprised if you didn’t stand up for any of them, especially if someone hurt them.”
“Oh, right.” Pansy sat down, smoothed out her skirt, and picked up her wine glass. “Just as long as we’ve got that straight. Cheers!”
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Pansy's rant
Date: 2014-02-09 08:13 pm (UTC)“So, Harry,” she said, putting her glass on the table next to her. “I guess I’m not surprised to hear about you and Draco.”
“You’re not the first person to say that,” Harry said, his forehead creased. “I don’t know why everyone expected this given how we behaved towards each other at school.”
“Oh darling, please, that was the most obvious example of pigtail pulling anyone has ever seen. But anyway, that’s beside the point. Draco hasn’t stopped smiling since last Friday so I guess that was the first time you fucked each other?”
Harry turned bright red and choked on his drink.
“And since he hasn’t stopped smiling, or stopped going on about you, I’m guessing he’s in love with you. So, do you love him?”
Harry laughed. “Pansy, are you asking me what my intentions are?”
Pansy looked at him, her eyes narrowed. “Don’t laugh at me. I’m just warning you that if you hurt Draco in any way, lead him on or are just using him for sex, then I will hurt you.
“That doesn’t surprise me and, to be honest, I think I’d expect it from you, Pansy.” Harry took another drink, not noticing how pale Pansy’s face turned.
“I’m never going to be allowed to forget that, am I?” she said, standing up and pacing around the room. “I’ll always be that girl, the one who tried to get everyone to surrender you to Voldemort. The coward, the villain, the Slytherin. Well, let me tell you something, Harry Potter, I do not regret what I did in the war. It was okay for you. You knew where your family and friends were – inside Hogwarts. Yes, okay, you didn’t know how they were but you knew which side they were fighting on, knew they would have people to look after them. Where were my family? Were they outside the castle with Voldemort and the Death Eaters? Were they at home or had they escaped abroad? Were they under guard at the mansion? I had no idea. So I did what I had to do to try and make sure they were safe. To protect them. Like Narcissa did for Draco, when you were in the forest with her.”
Pansy paused for a breath. Harry was staring at her, looking a little taken aback by her passionate speech.
Pansy took another deep breath and Harry jumped in before she could start ranting again. “Pansy, that’s not what I meant. I just meant that you’re loyal to your friends and I’d be surprised if you didn’t stand up for any of them, especially if someone hurt them.”
“Oh, right.” Pansy sat down, smoothed out her skirt, and picked up her wine glass. “Just as long as we’ve got that straight. Cheers!”