Lansy One Shots

As Teardrops Fall

Summary: Pansy has had enough of her House shunning her, all of the homework being assigned, and oh yeah her parents disowning her because she came out to them (big mistake). When she finally finds some peace and quiet a very unlikely Ravenclaw appears to offer her shoulder to cry on. Pansy can't ever say that she's met Luna Lovegood before so why is this strange girl being so nice?

Ship: LunaLovegood/PansyParkinson

All credit goes to purplepen76 on Ao3

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The Great Hall was humming with loud noises and poorly pronounced transfiguration spells (the first years were turning rats into goblets again, a lesson that everyone out of first year learned to dread). While some students were relaxing and joking without a care many still were attempting to finish off that last bit of homework that they left aside the night before to avoid detention. Lunch at the Slytherin table, though quieter, was not much different.

"Did you end up finish that essay for Snape?" Blaise Zabini asked casually, smirking from ear-to-ear when all he got in response was a poisonous glare.

"I was much too busy to finish it, if you must know, are you offering to do it for me?" Pansy Parkinson bit back, hiding behind an air of confidence that she very rarely felt. She had already been on the wrong end of the morning's wand and she had very little patients left to deal with the likes of Blaise-sodding-Zabini.

"If the two of you are going to squabble like a married couple you might as well start fucking like one too, then maybe some of us would get a rest from your bloody sexual tension." Draco Malfoy growled from his seat beside his best friend. Blaise simply shot him a concerned look, but the comment was just enough to push Pansy over the edge.

"Draco Abraxas Malfoy." The blond had the decency to cringe under her glare. "Nobody cares that you fell of you bloody broom and spent the night in the Hospital Wing so stop acting that an arse for attention because you're not going to get any." Pansy whispered, eyes squinting, face dangerously close to Draco's own. On any ordinary day, she and Draco got along quite well, but when either of them was in a poor mood, much less both of them, it was always in the best interest of everyone in Slytherin to steer clear.

"If you had just done your bloody essay last night then we wouldn't even be having the argument." The blond shot back, though he sounded more petulant then actually scathing.

"Whether or not I do my bloody homework has no effect on the fact that you are still a bloody ponce." Pansy nearly screeched back. Of course Professor Snape would take that exact moment to work by their table, the sour look on his face conveying just how unimpressed he was by the actions of his two prized Slytherins.

"Miss Parkinson please sit down you are causing a scene." The Slytherin in question sat with a huff, not even realizing she had stood so to better yell in the blond's face. "Good. That will be five points from Slytherin for fowl language and detention tonight for not having my essay complete."

"But-"

"A weeks worth of detention starting tonight for speaking back to a professor." The sneer on her head-of-house's face was enough to deter Pansy from speaking again and so she sat, anger continuing to boil within her as the man stalked off, his cloak billowing behind him as per usual.

As soon as she was sure that the overgrown bat was well out of earshot, Pansy leaned forward once more, fingers twitching on her wand. "You are going to pay for that, Malfoy." The blond, to his credit, was covering his fear well with a smirk of amusement and it took for Millicent and Crabbe holding Pansy back to keep her from hexing him.