Pressing Flowers [ Harry Potter AU ]

Chapter 3 - Gaying and Slaying

extra long chapter for y'all :) hope you enjoy it <3 

(btw this chapter is 3rd person, as all of the chapters will be, but it mainly focuses on Pansy's thoughts, with some of the others' sprinkled in as well)

That night, Draco was about to leave the common room, Crabbe and Goyle nowhere to be seen, but Pansy was sitting in front of the fireplace contemplating every big decision she's ever made and wondering if life was all just one big simulation. As she did every night. 

He tried to sneak out quietly, but to no avail. 

"Draco? What're you doing, sneaking out? We're so close to winning the Cup, don't you dare ruin it for us," Pansy hissed as he looked up. 

"I- um- it's a long story, Pans. But I've got to be going, and quickly." 

Rolling her eyes and standing up, she looked at the grandfather clock on the other side of the room. "Come on. It's almost past curfew, I can cast Muffliato and that shit so we're not as easily detected. You'll explain on the way there." As she strolled to the portrait, she made it very clear that this wasn't an option. She was going with him, whether he liked it or not. 

After a minute of silence (not even their footsteps or breathing could be heard, due to the charms Pansy had cast), Pansy looked at him expectantly. "Well? Go on, then!" 

Sighing, Draco started to explain. "Well, apparently, making friends with the Golden Kids means you can't have a single bloody peaceful day. We're going to try to get past this giant three-headed dog named Fluffy, get past some other traps that we don't know what they are, and then try to steal what Hermione calls the Philosopher's Stone and what Harry calls the Smart Man's Rock. Apparently, Snape wants it. I haven't got a clue whether that's true or not, but I guess we'll find out. Since you're coming with, you're in on the adventure." 

"Well fuck me gently with a chainsaw," Pansy said, grinning. "Sounds fun, I'm in." 

"You say the damn weirdest things, you know that?" 

"Yep." 

They stopped when they walked into a painting of a rather large woman in a blue dress, snoring quite obnoxiously. Her eyes shot open when the portrait swung open, but no one was there. Or so it looked like. 

"Great, you're here! Who's that?" came Harry's voice from the emptiness in front of him. 

"Better question, where are you?" Draco whisper-yelled. 

"Oh yeah-" 

Harry, Hermione, and Ron's heads suddenly popped up in front of them. "Invisibility Cloak. Was my dad's. I doubt you'll both fit under here too, it's only just big enough for the three of us." 

"Yeah, that's fine. But can I just say- epic!" 

"Yeah, yeah. Come on!" Hermione said, and then their heads disappeared again. 

"Follow our footsteps." 

As they set off, Pansy whispered to Draco, "That Granger isn't half bad looking. I really just wanna run my fingers through her hair," she smiled. 

"Pansy, babes, you're gaying. You only just met the girl!" he whispered back. 

"I know, I know, but she seems so ugh, you know? And like- smart, and commanding, and bossy but like not in a super bad way, her voice is kind of annoyingly cute and her skin looks so smooth and soft and I bet it would feel so nice to hold her hand or cup her cheek, like- and her eyes too, they're so warm and they look like coffee and I could drown in them forever, plus there's like rings of light in them, I dunno if you noticed. And did I mention how soft her hair seems? And her lips look like strawberries, I bet they'd taste just as good-"