𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐋 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄 - 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦

𝙘𝙝.１２

pansy witnessed the pizza through the oven, while hermione was busy with lightening candles.

the slytherin loved candles, especially the ones that smelled like cinnamon.

soon, the apartment was clouded by scents of christmas and freshly baked pizza.

"don't you think pineapple on pizza tastes kinda odd?" pansy wondered more to herself as she couldn't imagine a sweet fruit like pineapple to be tasty on savoury dough.

"it is okay.... not my favourite type of pizza, but harry loves it."

the black haired witch examined the pizza once more, watching the cheese form little bubbles

"i always knew that potter boy was weird."

the gryffindor couldn't help but laugh.
"yes, harry always had a weird taste for all kind of things." she giggled, her mind drifting to cho chang.

their comfortable silence was interrupted by the doorbell and pansy saw her girlfriends smile fading.

"don't you dare to worry about this, granger. he's your best friend and i'm sure going to kill him if he doesn't accept this."

hermione gave her a small smile, before disappearing into the hallway. a moment later, pansy heard friendly greetings and footsteps towards the kitchen.

the chosen one stopped in the doorframe for a second, then collected himself and reached out his hand.

"good evening, pansy."

the slytherin could clearly tell that he was uncomfortable, but he was trying for the sake of his friendship.

so she shook his hand and smiled back
"long time no see harry."

and as she looked over potters shoulder, she could see how relieved her girlfriend was.

potter witnessed his best friend as the gryffindor placed the steaming hot pizza on the table and cut it into squares.

"mione if you think that pineapple pizza makes everything better," he started rather serious, as hermiones face paled and she glanced up.

harry started to grin "then you're absolutely right."

with that, they sat at the kitchen table and the chosen one filled his plate with pizza, before the others had a chance to touch it.

pansy was still sceptical about the unknown food, as she slowly took her first bite.

she needed to admit, that it was good, though she imagined it to be better without the fruit on top.

it was silent. the gryffindor couldn't say if it was comfortable or not, but a glance at harry, who was happily digging in his pizza, and she knew it wasn't too bad.

"so parkinson," potter swallowed,
"how did you manage hermione to fall in love with a slytherin?"

pansy laughed.

"well potter," she took another bite,
"it was nothing a cup of coffee couldn't fix."