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ayane_tsurugi) wrote2010-03-13 11:09 am
ayane_tsurugi) wrote2010-03-13 11:09 am
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You Never Know (Harry/Pansy, PG)
Title: You Never Know
Author:ayane_tsurugi
Rating: PG
Pairing: Harry/Pansy
Word Count: 412
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are the property of J.K. Rowling, who is definitely not me. I make no money from my efforts here; I’m just playing around.
Warnings: Gratuitous alcohol use.
Summary: Pansy's a good friend, really! Co-worker too.
Author’s Notes: Written for Round 2, Challenge 8 at the Harry/Pansy LDWS Competition on LJ.
“He’s my friend,” she’d insisted when he asked why she’d agreed to housesit at Malfoy Manor while Draco and Hermione were away on their honeymoon. “It’s the right thing to do.”
But as soon as the first guest arrived and Pansy started having the house elves lay out platters of food, he began to suspect that her offer had been a bit less generous than he, or Draco, had been made to believe.
Within half an hour, the Manor was crawling with people, most of whom Harry only recognized in passing from having surprised her at work with lunch on her birthday and the couple of days he’d had off from the Ministry. Spotting her across the room, he maneuvered his way through the throngs. “I need to borrow the hostess for a moment,” he told the woman Pansy had been talking to, putting an arm around his wife’s shoulder and leading her to a secluded corner.
“It’s my boss’s birthday,” she hurried to explain, and he sighed. “I’m the newest hire, so I got volunteered.”
He glanced around and noticed that several of the guests were passing around bottle of Firewhiskey and grimaced. “All right, but did you have to give them so much alcohol?”
She whipped around, her mouth open in shock. “I didn’t give them alcohol!”
**
Pansy was waiting at the door when Draco and Hermione returned, smiling sweetly. Mercifully, they’d gotten the last of her hung-over co-workers through the floo a couple of hours before, and she and Harry had been cleaning every inch of the Manor since. She was proud to say that it was more spotless than it had been before he left.
Unfortunately, Draco hadn’t even made it through the door before his head tilted thoughtfully and his eyes narrowed, focused on the decorative bush that rested just beside the front door. Inwardly, she cursed, vaguely remembering having heard someone wretch just after walking outside the night before.
He glanced at her, then nodded to the plant. “Does that look a bit wonky to you?”
“I think you’re imagining things, love. Now come inside.” He accepted this with a light shake of his head and walked inside behind his new wife, never to see Pansy wave her wand behind her back or wrinkle her nose in disgust.
**
Back home again, Pansy flipped through the photos she’d taken with a private smile and the knowledge that she was holding a career’s worth of blackmail.
Author:
ayane_tsurugiRating: PG
Pairing: Harry/Pansy
Word Count: 412
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are the property of J.K. Rowling, who is definitely not me. I make no money from my efforts here; I’m just playing around.
Warnings: Gratuitous alcohol use.
Summary: Pansy's a good friend, really! Co-worker too.
Author’s Notes: Written for Round 2, Challenge 8 at the Harry/Pansy LDWS Competition on LJ.
“He’s my friend,” she’d insisted when he asked why she’d agreed to housesit at Malfoy Manor while Draco and Hermione were away on their honeymoon. “It’s the right thing to do.”
But as soon as the first guest arrived and Pansy started having the house elves lay out platters of food, he began to suspect that her offer had been a bit less generous than he, or Draco, had been made to believe.
Within half an hour, the Manor was crawling with people, most of whom Harry only recognized in passing from having surprised her at work with lunch on her birthday and the couple of days he’d had off from the Ministry. Spotting her across the room, he maneuvered his way through the throngs. “I need to borrow the hostess for a moment,” he told the woman Pansy had been talking to, putting an arm around his wife’s shoulder and leading her to a secluded corner.
“It’s my boss’s birthday,” she hurried to explain, and he sighed. “I’m the newest hire, so I got volunteered.”
He glanced around and noticed that several of the guests were passing around bottle of Firewhiskey and grimaced. “All right, but did you have to give them so much alcohol?”
She whipped around, her mouth open in shock. “I didn’t give them alcohol!”
**
Pansy was waiting at the door when Draco and Hermione returned, smiling sweetly. Mercifully, they’d gotten the last of her hung-over co-workers through the floo a couple of hours before, and she and Harry had been cleaning every inch of the Manor since. She was proud to say that it was more spotless than it had been before he left.
Unfortunately, Draco hadn’t even made it through the door before his head tilted thoughtfully and his eyes narrowed, focused on the decorative bush that rested just beside the front door. Inwardly, she cursed, vaguely remembering having heard someone wretch just after walking outside the night before.
He glanced at her, then nodded to the plant. “Does that look a bit wonky to you?”
“I think you’re imagining things, love. Now come inside.” He accepted this with a light shake of his head and walked inside behind his new wife, never to see Pansy wave her wand behind her back or wrinkle her nose in disgust.
**
Back home again, Pansy flipped through the photos she’d taken with a private smile and the knowledge that she was holding a career’s worth of blackmail.