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[ura-wizardharry]

Safe House

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Harry had been reviewing the paperwork for nearly three weeks and he currently sat in the Auror boardroom catching hell from Shaklebolt for dragging his feet about informing her. So long, in fact, that Shaklebolt had taken the liberty of summoning Pansy Parkinson to the Auror Office in the Ministry.

Today.

Truth was, Harry had taken so long because he wanted to make extremely sure that he wasn’t going to be disrupting Parkinson’s life for what amounted to nothing but a dark rumor. Additionally, Harry had no intention of giving up a good portion of his own life babysitting the acerbic, featherbrained Slytherin if he didn’t have to. 

Upon further investigation, however, the nothing had definitely turned into something. Two known lethally dangerous Death Eaters, Jugson and Mulciber, were after Pansy, convinced she was in possession of her father’s wardstones to access key unplottable, Ministry-backed institutions, currently holding evidence against them. And were, they were also fervent believers that several of these buildings held magical artifacts that, together, could resurrect the dead, the ritual, according to ancient runes lore, required the blood of a pureblood witch, and wouldn’t Parkinson fit that bill just fine.

Harry frowned. The door creaked and he looked up to see a more mature version of the dark-haired girl he remembered from Hogwarts.

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“Oh really?” Pansy nodded sagely, as if she were seriously taking this information on board. “Which banana did you practice on? Potter’s or Zabini’s?”

“A gentleman never tells, Pans.” He said, rolling onto his back and lifting the book he was trying to read, above his head.

[draco-theslytherinprince]

In the Buff

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"Oh my"

Pansy bit her lip, eyes on the wizard in her doorway. She had known he was coming to see her - planned for it really - and waited with nothing but her Slytherin robes around her until he opened the door. The moment he stepped into the room, Pansy dropped the robes.

She was confident that the mere sight of her - naked, the robes pooled around her feet - would be a radiant enough sight for Draco to finally make the move she had been waiting for.

Draco averted his gaze to the ceiling when he’d caught a full glance of Pansy in the buff. He cleared his throat and stepped into the room, finding the room’s lighting fixture to be of extreme interest as he shut the door. He, after all, needed to protect her virtue. Anyone coming down the hall would suspect something lurid was going on if they’d peered inside as he walked in.

“Pansy,” Draco’s voice came out in an unmanly squeak. “I’m afraid you’ve forgotten to get dressed. Should I leave?”

[mistermalcolmbaddock]

Touch

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Pansy did as she was told - freezing, and letting Mal’s hand wander. Her breath was captive in her throat, and she followed his movements with her eyes. Just the sight of his hand on her was enough to drive her crazy.

She had been so touch starved, so alone…

“And just what do you think you are doing?

His hand slid over her soft skin. Her question had his gaze moving from the sight of her bared thigh to her face. A soft smile lit his face and he chuckled softly.

His fingers smoothed over where they touched and Mal whispered, “If you have to ask, Parkinson, then you need this more than I do.”

[vaillance]

Neville’s eyes narrowed at bit at her tone but he remained calm. “ That is one thing we can agree on. I wouldn’t consummate with you for fear that I might be poisoned.” he snapped though his tone was feigned politeness. 

“ You should consider yourself lucky you’re not rotting in Azkaban, considering you tried to sell Harry to the Dark Lord. No one else wanted to help you, it was by Harry’s good nature and capacity for forgiveness that he discovered this old law. I am helping him out, not you. Do try to remember that, Mrs. Longbottom.” 

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Pansy hid her face against Draco’s chest, hands balling into fists around his shirt.

“Promise?”

Draco stood there as he wrapped his arms around the other, as he listened to her speak he gave her a reassuring smile. “I promise.” He hummed out in response.

[ura-wizardharry]

Stop It.

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“That’s called stealing, you know.”

“And it costs about as much as minding your own damn business, Potter.”

“And while I know you’re brazen enough, Parkinson, I’ll remind you that I’m an Auror. If you need it so much for our time away, give it to me and I’ll buy it.”

[draco-theslytherinprince]

be still

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Pansy’s heart… stopped.

She debated her options, whether or not she should stand abruptly and take Draco’s hand, reassuring him that she was his - always and forever - acting like nothing had happened.

Deciding that to remove herself from the situation would only serve to make herself look all the more guilty, she merely repositioned herself so that her butt became wedged between the arm of the chair and Mal’s thigh, and her legs were draped over him. She leaned against Mal’s chest, playing with his hair as she looked up at Draco with her signature feline grin.

“Turns out, Big Bad Baddock is not going to be inviting Little Miss Millie into the Yule Ball after all. The great debate is still on.”

Draco stared at the sight of her plastered all over the Slytherin badboy who was currently wearing a shite-eating grin that Draco wanted to punch off his far too smug face. The blond scowled, his hands fisting at his sides.

‘So, he’s taking you, then?” Draco asked cooly, staring at her.

Mal, who played into Pansy’s nonchalance, cupped a possessive hand on her knee. He glanced around, ensuring Jessamine wasn’t in the room and thanked the fates that she was no where near the drama. So, just to knock some sense into his prudish dorm mate, Mal opened his mouth to answer in what, in that precise moment, he felt should be the affirmative.