20, percy x pansy (or hansy or dransy if ur not into that) thank you!!!
“It’s 8:30, I have a hangover and you’re annoying me.” Pansy Parkinson liked to pretend that she was a dignified lady, but the urge to slam her head into the closets wall until she passed out was becoming harder to resist the more this stupid ginger man stood in her office.
He was the Senior Advisor to the Head of the Department for International Cooperation for fuck’s sake, there wasn’t one good reason for him to have dragged himself down to the depths of the Department of Mysteries, Magical Archives Division.
“That’s nice.” Percy Weasley shrugged. “I need you to locate these files for me and have them sent upstairs as soon as possible.”
He held out a piece of paper, and, just like in the films, it extended comically until it touched the floor. Pansy was 5″8 on a good day, and in heels she added to that, and for the dumb paper to reach that far down to her feet was impressive.
“You’re fucking kidding me.”
Percy sniffed. “that’s unprofessional language.”
Pansy just sniffed in return, mocking. “I’ll let you know when I care.”
“So, can you find these for me or not?”
“Of course I can.” She looked at him not unlike she might look at someone who said that Binns wasn’t actually a ghost. “Who do you think I am?”
She ran the list through her hands, mentally cataloging some of the more recognizable files, focusing on one in particular, jabbing her finger at it. “You so owe me coffee for this,do you -”
“- know how hard it's going to get some of these files?” Her brain caught up with her mouth. “Wait, what?”
Percy just smirked. “You said coffee. I said deal.”
He departed, leaving her standing in the middle of her office grasping for a good comeback. She didn’t manage to think of one until after the elevator doors closed behind him.
Pansy looked once more at the list in her hand. “It better come from the shop down the street, or I’m making him help me search.”