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ayane_tsurugi) wrote2009-04-04 06:56 pm
ayane_tsurugi) wrote2009-04-04 06:56 pm
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Special is the Watch Word (Harry/Pansy, PG)
Title: Special is the Watch Word
Author:ayane_tsurugi
Rating: PG
Pairing: Harry/Pansy
Word Count: 320
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: Mild language.
Summary: Pansy knows to be careful when Harry uses the word "special."
Author’s Notes: Written for round one, challenge three at the Harry/Pansy LDWS competition. The prompt was to include a key.
Pansy Parkinson was a force to be reckoned with when she was annoyed, and at that moment, sitting at Harry’s kitchen table in her favorite dress, annoyed was an understatement.
When Harry’d invited her over, he’d told her that it was going to be a very special night. And what she’d learned from her relationship with Harry Potter was that “special” was the watch word. It had been a “special surprise” when Harry took her to the Burrow for the first time, and she’d had to tell him that if he ever surprised her again, he might want to have some ice ready. He’d told her that he had a “special plan” for their date one night, and Pansy’d had to spend two hours watching Harry try to be seductive.
However, this “special night” didn’t seem special at all. He’d fixed her dinner, the same way he did every time she came over for the evening, and so far they’d just talked. He’d told her about his latest mission with the Aurors, and she’d filled him in on the more amusing anecdotes from the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes.
As she watched Harry preparing the desserts, her eyes narrowed. He knew how anxious she got whenever he said something would be “special.” She got all dressed up and always brought a very expensive bottle of wine, just in case she ended up back at the Burrow, avoiding the wary eyes of Molly Weasley.
Harry set the plate in front of her, smiling. “I hope you like it.” But she didn’t touch it.
“Alright, I give up. What is it that you’re trying to do, because obviously, I’m missing it.”
“Eat your dessert.”
She glared at him, and was about to protest when he shouted “Ow! Damnit!”
Reaching into his mouth, he pulled out a key and wiped it on his napkin, laughing. “That was supposed to be your piece.”
Author:
ayane_tsurugiRating: PG
Pairing: Harry/Pansy
Word Count: 320
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: Mild language.
Summary: Pansy knows to be careful when Harry uses the word "special."
Author’s Notes: Written for round one, challenge three at the Harry/Pansy LDWS competition. The prompt was to include a key.
Pansy Parkinson was a force to be reckoned with when she was annoyed, and at that moment, sitting at Harry’s kitchen table in her favorite dress, annoyed was an understatement.
When Harry’d invited her over, he’d told her that it was going to be a very special night. And what she’d learned from her relationship with Harry Potter was that “special” was the watch word. It had been a “special surprise” when Harry took her to the Burrow for the first time, and she’d had to tell him that if he ever surprised her again, he might want to have some ice ready. He’d told her that he had a “special plan” for their date one night, and Pansy’d had to spend two hours watching Harry try to be seductive.
However, this “special night” didn’t seem special at all. He’d fixed her dinner, the same way he did every time she came over for the evening, and so far they’d just talked. He’d told her about his latest mission with the Aurors, and she’d filled him in on the more amusing anecdotes from the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes.
As she watched Harry preparing the desserts, her eyes narrowed. He knew how anxious she got whenever he said something would be “special.” She got all dressed up and always brought a very expensive bottle of wine, just in case she ended up back at the Burrow, avoiding the wary eyes of Molly Weasley.
Harry set the plate in front of her, smiling. “I hope you like it.” But she didn’t touch it.
“Alright, I give up. What is it that you’re trying to do, because obviously, I’m missing it.”
“Eat your dessert.”
She glared at him, and was about to protest when he shouted “Ow! Damnit!”
Reaching into his mouth, he pulled out a key and wiped it on his napkin, laughing. “That was supposed to be your piece.”