Lansy One Shots

Sand (in my heart)

Ship: LunaLovegood/PansyParkinson, NevilleLongbottom/BlaiseZabini & HarryPotter/DracoMalfoy

All credit goes to illustrating_writer on Ao3

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The sun shone unusually bright for an early summer day in England, Bournemouth. Of course, this meant that every sweat-dripping, bumbling Muggle and their slobbering dog had somehow made their way to the beach.

"What do you think, Pans? Already regretting your decision to come with?"

Pansy quirked up a perfectly manicured eyebrow, hoping to exude the aloof attitude that she had decided to wear today. She was particular about her manner of dress, both in the literal and the figurative sense, and Draco wouldn't get dirt on it just yet.

Potter had certainly done his character no favours in terms of general defiance and impish behaviour.

"Of course not, dear," she scoffed, smoothing out the non-existent creases on her skirt. "A few Muggle-repelling—mphh mhh—what the hell Draco!" He'd put a hand over her mouth as soon as she'd uttered the word Muggle, but quickly removed it again when he remembered that she was prone to biting when threatened.

"We're going to a Mug—mundane beach, dearest Pansy. We can't use any extra help here. We're going to have to do everything the normal way. Didn't Luna tell you that? She was supposed to tell you beforehand," he sighed.

"Sorry, I'd forgotten." Pansy nearly jumped out of her well-cared for skin when Luna suddenly popped up between them, arm looped around Draco's. "I was distracted by the foundational energy of distrust and conservatism exuded by the general structure of the house." She patted Pansy's arm. "It's not your fault that the toilet, living room and kitchen form the upside down three-leaf clover with the entrance hallway. My offer still stands, if the foundational energies ever become too overwhelming," she murmured. Her lilting tone immediately changed to something intense when she started talking about foundational energies. Virtue of being a magical architect, Luna had found a new oddity to obsess over.

Pansy shouldn't find it as endearing as she did. And she should have definitely wondered why Luna had visited her before their trip. Luna, however, tended to come and go as she pleased with everyone, so Pansy had also given up questioning something she shouldn't: Luna, in general.

That was how Luna ended up pacing furiously through her house for two hours straight until she'd suddenly stopped, pulled out a notepad and pencil—from where, Pansy hadn't the faintest clue, it looked so ragged that if it were hers, she would have incinerated it on the spot—and started drawing an insanely detailed rearrangement plan for her house that Pansy was begrudgingly impressed with, both in content and stylistic choices.

Pansy realised she had spaced out for too long when Draco began shooting meaningful looks between Luna and her, and a knowing, abhorrently smug grin overtook his face. "I see," he simply said. Luckily, he couldn't enjoy the insufferable glee at his revelation for very long, as someone came crashing into him from behind, making them both roll into the sand of the long-winding path to the beach.

"You bloody idiot, look where you're—Neville?" He blinked slowly, before the initial surprise faded into irritation. "You—I thought Blaise had finally managed to squeeze the clumsiness out of you; turns out even the proper prince can't do that."

"Well, he's not here now, is he?" Neville replied so matter-of-factly that it took Pansy a couple of seconds to realise—and then she started barking with laughter.

"At least he got you a sense of humour," she wheezed, even more so when Draco frowned and Luna started chuckling along. She didn't look like she understood the joke, but found it all very funny nonetheless.