Lansy One Shots

Night Sky (Deep End Remix)

Summary: Pansy never thought she'd be the misfit of Slytherin house.

Ship: LunaLovegood/PansyParkinson

All credit goes to corvidae9 on Ao3

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Draco lived to perfect his malevolent sneer, to ponder his good fortune to have been born a Malfoy, and to come up with new ways to torture Pansy Parkinson. After all, in his estimation it was inevitable that they would one day be wed... he was just practicing for the rest of his life.

Straightening his tie and haughty expression, he strode to the Great Hall to begin another day.

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Applying one last charm to her hair, Pansy sat painfully straight facing her own reflection. She knew she was not especially beautiful, but she was rich, charming and pureblooded, and any combination of the three assured her that she would never have to compete for a husband. All she really had to do was attend to her studies and wait for her parents to notify her of the identity of the family to whom she had been sold. It mattered little that she amounted to breeding stock-- she would never have to work or earn a living; never have to cook or clean house. Unconsciously, she stretched her pale fingers towards the glass, only to hear the mirror say, "Don't touch, dear. You'll leave prints."

Pocketing her wand, she stood and retrieved her school bag, and walked out of her dormitory, head held high.

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The Great Hall was already filled with students, chattering and making much of the fact that school was nearly over. Seventh years were easy to locate in that those who had actually made it to breakfast appeared exhausted, studying over their meals or staring blankly into space... except for those at the Slytherin table, of course, busily maintaining an air of detachment from the chaos.

Pansy took her place across from Draco, smoothing her skirt and smiling graciously. "Good morning, Draco, I trust you slept well."

Smirking, Draco picked a grape from his plate and held it up in front of his mouth. "I would have slept much better with company, Pansy darling. The Head Boy's room is so dreadfully quiet." The grape slid past his lips with a small 'pop' and Crabbe and Goyle snickered, aware that Draco had made a joke, but unsure of why it had been funny.

Unconcerned, Pansy answered as she carefully set out her silverware. "I'm sorry to hear that you're still having trouble adjusting to your quarters now that the year is almost over. I trust you've brought the matter to Professor Snape's attention?"

"Oh yes, and as much as old Severus admires all things Malfoy, his only suggestion was that he could perhaps keep me company. I'm sure that you can see why I had to turn the offer down."

Ears beginning to redden, Pansy focused her attention on helping herself to a small assortment of fruits and half of a croissant. "That was very generous of him indeed. Shame you had no use for it, although I am a little surprised, considering..."

Draco sat up a little more abruptly than he had intended, struggling to remain nonchalant. "Considering the fact that I was in fact waiting for a flat-chested, dark-haired companion with a peasant nose and a bad attitude, yes. Unfortunately that person was otherwise engaged doing... hmm, what were you doing last night, love?"

Crabbe and Goyle laughed heartily, bits of food visible between their teeth. Quiet snickering came from Pansy's left, where Daphne was hiding her smirk with a napkin, golden hair falling forward over her shoulder. Feeling Pansy's glance, she murmured, "I'm sorry Pansy, it really was rather amusing."