one shots 18+

angels can fly - Blaise x Pansy

TW: Death

"I can fly!" Pansy laughed, jumping off the couch.

July 6th 1983, little Pansy's birthday, a day everyone knew about—was reminded about every day of the year.

She had gotten a fake broomstick for her birthday and was jumping off their leather couch, pretending she was playing quidditch.

Pansy never had friends, only the ones who's parents shared the same morality as hers did. Pureblood's marry Pureblood's. From the day her cry hit the room, she was destined to marry another of the same blood purity.

Many families came and went, saying their condolences—this wasn't a funeral.

Cake was shared, Pansy never let the broom leave her side, palms becoming clammy from the lack of air reaching her skin.

Birthdays always pleased the young girl. A smile never left her face. The corner of her eyes were creased.

Her day was filled with laughter and joy.

September 6th 1990,
Pansy's first flying lesson at Hogwarts.

She had made friends with a boy her age, Draco Malfoy.

Madame Hooch had gathered them all outside, preparing them to learn how to merely levitate from the ground—no injuries may be present in first years.

"This is boring," Draco groaned beside her—he was the person Pansy was to marry; she needed to woo him; at ten years old. "Yes it is." Pansy giggled, eyes flickering up to his.

"You must be Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, nice to meet you." The small tanned skin boy stuck his hand out, leaning from the other side of Draco for her to shake. "That would be me," She smiled, shaking his hand firmly—love at first sight was never believable to anyone but fictional characters—or maybe it was?

The group of first years stood beside their respected brooms, hands hovering over the handle.

"Up," Pansy spoke, a stern tone evident—one her parents used when she snuck too many biscuits up to her room.

The broom flew up into her grip, her nimble fingers wrapping around the wood,

"Now mount the broom Miss Parkinson." Madam Hooch coached her,

She followed the orders, her left leg flung over the side, both hands gripping the wood.

She smiled, she was learning to fly—one day she could touch the clouds.

"I can fly," She giggled as she had just began to levitate off the ground, the two boys watching mesmerizingly at her as her feet dangled from the sides,

"That's great, now get down Miss Parkinson!" Madame Hooch whistled, grabbing the small girls attention for her feet to be firmly placed on the grass once more.

June 6th, 1992,
Pansy was watching Blaise finishing his quidditch practice.

The two had recently been becoming closer; a friendship beginning to blossom—one she could never have Draco.

"Hey Pansy, come join us down here!" Blaise shouted up to the girl in the stands, waving from below, "On my way!" She laughed, beginning to head to the stairs leading her to the ground below.

As her feet hit the ground, Blaise came running over, lifting her up and spinning her around, hands wrapped around her waist.

As she leaned over his shoulder, her eyes caught onto a blur of platinum blonde hair, grey eyes were staring at her. "Blaise, put me down," She patted her shoulders, signalling for him to let go of her.