Lansy One Shots

As Time Goes By

Summary: Pansy and Luna fall in love in the years after the Battle of Hogwarts.

Ship: LunaLovegood/PansyParkinson

All credit goes to Colubrina on Ao3

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Battle of Hogwarts + 1 day

Pansy hated her life. She hated Hogwarts, and she hated Harry Potter, and she hated Draco Malfoy, and she hated her parents, and she hated the mercifully-dead, crazy Dark Lord, and she hated everything and everyone. She hated that there was blood under her fingernails she'd first gotten when she hysterically turned bodies over looking for Draco, who'd gone off with his parents and not bothered to tell anyone, meaning her, that he was fine. She hated that no one would speak to her because she'd said the unthinkable and tried to turn over Potter. She hated herself.

She'd spent the day stomping around Hogwarts cleaning up the things bodies leave behind when they lie on the ground leaking out blood and ooze and bits of things she'd rather have not known about. She knew about them now. She had them under her fingernails now.

She pushed some of her lank, dirty hair out of her eyes, cursed when it fell back, and prepared to return to making herself useful. She would prove she was more than what people thought, and if that meant scrubbing up horrible things while everyone else hugged their families and pretended they didn't see her, didn't see any of her ilk, then fine.

Her ilk steered clear of her too, however, lest being anathema was contagious.

The bucket sloshed some of its disgusting water out onto the floor when she went to pick it up and move it to the next spot and she swore again.

"Let me help you."

Pansy looked up and scowled at the daft Ravenclaw who'd tied her pretty blonde hair back into some kind of grim braid. "I don't need it," she said. "Go help one of your friends."

Luna Lovegood picked the bucket up anyway and carried it away and Pansy trailed after her. "I was using that," she said helplessly as Luna dumped the contents out onto the dirt and then tucked the bucket away next to a felled column.

"You're tired," Luna said. "Go home. The dead will still be here. I mean, they'd won't be, of course. Not really. Not in the ways that matter. Not even their bodies, I suppose. But their intestines will."

Pansy looked at all the people who didn't see her anyway, wouldn't see her, and gave up. "Fine," she said. "I'm gone."

Battle of Hogwarts + 10 days

The thing about fire whiskey, Pansy thought, was that it wasn't actually on fire. This seemed like a remarkably profound observation and she wished she had someone to share it with, but, since she didn't, she just downed the glass of the non-flaming whiskey and bit her lip as she regarded the way the light hit the tumbler. It flickered and made pretty patterns on the table at the pub where no one saw her. Even the barmaid managed to take her order and bring her her drink while letting her eyes glide over her.

"Maybe the light is the fire," she said out loud.

She waved for another drink without looking up and when a hand put it in front of her she was going to mutter thanks until the body attached to the hand sat down and Luna Lovegood said, "Hi."

"Oh," Pansy said. "It's you."

"I think so," Luna agreed. "Though I haven't looked in a mirror lately, so I might have changed."