Lansy One Shots

Call Me Selfish

Summary: A series of letters between Luna & Pansy in Eighth Year. All students have been secretly matched and are required to use a charmed parchment to communicate with one another until Yule. They have the choice: reveal their identities or keep them hidden forever.

Ship: LunaLovegood/PansyParkinson

All credit goes to meggowaffle on Ao3

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"Before we conclude our Start-of-Term Feast, I have one last announcement. The last term was full of division and loss. This year must be different," McGonagall's voice sliced across the noisy Great Hall.

"Here we go," Pansy sighed, rolling her eyes. She tried to turn out the obnoxiously amplified voice.

"How was your summer, Tori?" she asked instead.

The blonde had been even more quiet than usual through dinner, fidgeting with the napkin in her lap. Astoria shrugged. "Fine, I suppose. Mother and father have been reviewing marriage contracts. They're arranging for several meetings over the coming months."

Pansy pursed her lips in disapproval. "And how do you feel about that?"

Astoria looked up from her plate, where she'd been pushing her food around in circles. "It doesn't matter much how I feel about it, does it?"

"I'm sorry, Tori." Many plans for arranged marriages fell through in the war's aftermath. Pansy's own family was disgraced. Her parents had fled the country towards the end, and Pansy's suitor hadn't been in contact since. She didn't plan on reconnecting with her parents after school, and with nothing to gain through marriage, there was no benefit to an arrangement. It was a situation she'd never needed to consider. It was a foregone conclusion. But no longer. Unfortunately, Astoria wasn't so lucky.

Pansy had never been good at comforting people in distress, so she turned her attention back to the speech, which was still dragging on. "The parchment has been charmed so that you cannot reveal identifying information about yourself to your partner. It is our sincere hope that providing you anonymity will allow you to open up to one another and heal the wounds of the past year."

"Bollocks," Draco complained from her other side.

"What's wrong, Draco?" she teased. "I know how much you love your Mind Healer appointments. I'm sure this will be just lovely."

Draco gave her a two finger salute.

"Maybe you can find a nice Hufflepuff who will—" she cut off as Draco whirled on her.

"Parkinson, I am in no mood to be trifled with." His face was red with anger. A massive overreaction to her light teasing — so touchy.

She held up her hands in surrender and he stalked off as across the hall, students were dispersing, the speech ended. Things would not be easy this year for the Slytherins. She could already feel the tension among her housemates, feeding off one another in a circuit. It's going to be a long year, she thought to herself as she caught several students from other houses glaring at her.

It wasn't until she returned to her dorm and Millie exclaimed over the parchment on her bed that she realised perhaps she missed important information in the Headmistress' address.

Oops.

Pansy's own bed contained no such parchment, which suited her just fine.

Hello whoever you are,

This is a bit odd, isn't it? Writing to someone and not knowing who it's going to. I don't want to bore you. I wonder what you'd like me to write.