July 17th, 2010

Slythindor Happy endings

True Love Never Ends

Title: True Love Never Ends
Disclaimer: JKR owns anything that is obviously hers. I own the rest. I do not make any money off this.
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson
Genres: Fluff
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: After every ending, there is a new beginning.
Author's Note: Written for the dmpp_ldws Round Two, Challenge Five. The prompt was the quote "If a relationship is to evolve, it must go through a series of endings." by Lisa Moriyama, and word count was supposed to be up to 500 words. Original prompt can be found here. I finished second from the bottom. :-O
Length: 500 words.

Draco first realised that his girlfriend was the jealous type when Pansy slapped the back of his head and hissed, “Stop bloody flirting!” Of course, he didn’t quite feel like obeying her—jealousy was nothing to indulge in, after all—and so he spent a very pleasurable half-hour flirting, followed by a very gruelling two weeks, using all of his charms and every trick in the book trying to win Pansy back. Having been suitably scared by the prospect of life without Pansy, he never again felt the need to flirt with another witch.

Pansy first realised that her boyfriend didn’t appreciate gossip the day Draco snapped, “Stop bloody nattering!” at her. Of course, she wasn’t going to let him get away with it, so she gave him the silent treatment for a month. It didn’t work quite as she expected, though. He soon just played along and sat with her in silence, read her books, and initiated steamy snogging sessions that she couldn’t quite stop without breaking her vow not to speak to him before he apologised. To her own surprise, she soon found that maybe silence had its benefits and when she finally did resume speaking to him, she spoke less of trivialities.

Nobody’s perfect, Draco sulkily thought to himself when Pansy screamed, “Stop being such a self-centered git!” and ran out on him. He’d forgotten that she liked to celebrate the day he’d first asked her out—to the Yule Ball in fourth year—as their special anniversary, so he hadn’t bought her a present and, worse, he’d cancelled their date in order to be with friends instead. It had just slipped his mind. That was excusable, right? Wrong. This time neither charms nor tricks worked, and only when he fell to his knees and swore to give her a new day to celebrate, one that he would never forget, did she let him back in her life. He then bought himself a calendar and charmed it to say ‘pay attention to what’s important to Pansy’ at the beginning of each and every day.

What’s his problem? Pansy pouted after Draco growled, “Stop smothering me!” and left in a huff. She only wanted to spend time with her fiancé, was that so wrong? She wanted him by her side every second of every day, and she wanted him to want her by his side as well. Wasn’t that love? Two halves of a whole? Never to be parted? Experimentally, she began letting him decide when they should see each other, and was sad to see it wasn’t nearly as often as she’d like. Didn’t he miss her at all? He soon enough answered that question by quite suddenly kissing her and saying, “Thank you for allowing me to miss you. It makes seeing you so much sweeter.”

On their wedding day, they were both poked about the end of their freedom. They merely smiled. Nothing was ending for either of them. Their life together was just beginning.


Slythindor Happy endings

Red is her Colour

Title: Red is her Colour
Disclaimer: JKR owns anything that is obviously hers. I own the rest. I do not make any money off this.
Characters: Pansy Parkinson, Ron Weasley
Genres: Drama, Romance
Warnings: None
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Pansy just had some bad news.
Author's Note: Written for the ronpansy_ldws Round One, Challenge One. The prompt was the quote "He liked to observe emotions; they were like red lanterns strung along the dark unknown of another's personality, marking vulnerable points." by Ayn Rand AND/OR this image, and word count was supposed to be 150-399 words. Original prompt can be found here. I won Mods' Choice!
Length: 399 words.



She swirled and twirled on the dance floor, a flurry of red where there used to be pink. Pink’s a girl’s colour, she’d said. I’m a woman now. Red is my colour. It suits me better.

No doubt that she was a woman inside out. Ron watched her as she was completely lost to the music, oblivious to her dance partner, caught in her own mindless passion. She was strong, accomplished, passionate—but today someone had managed to pierce her armour, to make it around her defences, and she was now nothing but a wounded animal, bleeding all over the dance floor as her flimsy red robes billowed around her.

Draco’s getting married. To my best friend’s little sister! she had said, her tears threatening to spill.

Ron looked away. There was a bitter taste in his mouth that he couldn’t swallow, and a heaviness in his chest that couldn’t be made to go away. She shouldn’t care if Malfoy was getting married. She should be over him by now! The fact that she wasn’t... it was too telling. He couldn’t stay any longer. He turned away, intent on going home.

Hermione appeared in front of him, looking worried. “Don’t do anything rash,” she said. “Don’t let jealousy cloud your judgement. We all have baggage.”

Jealousy? Ron looked back at Pansy, a bright red spot in a sea of muted pastels. She made the rest of the world look washed out and dull. She was passion. She was life. This red haze he was feeling coursing through his body was not some irrational, happiness-robbing emotion. It was her, creeping into his system, taking it over, and telling him... he should’ve been someone else. He couldn’t make her happy. “It’s fine,” he said and left. He knew Hermione didn’t believe him, but it was still easier to lie.

He hadn’t been home long before Pansy suddenly appeared at his door, angry and flushed, as always running red hot with emotion. He loved the way her eyes sparked at him. It made him feel like she cared. “Never do that again! Never leave me behind,” was all she said.

“What’s the point?” he quietly asked. “Why torment me when you’d rather be with him?”

At that, she merely smiled and reached up to touch his hair. “I told you. I’m a woman now. Red is my colour. It suits me better.”


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The Princess and the Dragon

Title: The Princess and the Dragon
Disclaimer: JKR owns anything that is obviously hers. I own the rest. I do not make any money off this.
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson
Genres: Fluff
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Pansy introduces Draco to a new game.
Author's Note: Written for the dmpp_ldws Round Two, Challenge Six. The prompt was a drawing and word count was supposed to be 300-400 words. Original prompt (and image) can be found here. I WON!!
Length: 400 words.



“Why are you dressed so stupidly?” Draco said without preamble upon entering Pansy’s nursery, wrinkling his nose.

Pansy sniffed and turned up her own nose at him. “I picked out this outfit myself!”

Draco looked down himself, the look of distaste still prominent on his face. “Lucky you. I didn’t get to choose my stupid outfit.”

“It’s not stupid!” Pansy insisted.

“It is too! I look like a baby!”

“Well, you are only nine.” Pansy sniggered. She was a big girl at ten. She had double digits!

Draco scowled. “You look like a baby too!”

Pansy gasped. She did not! She looked like a princess! Or at least she’d thought so. Stupid Draco. She couldn’t believe she’d looked forward to seeing him again. “Well, if you’re so unhappy with being here, why don’t you leave?” she retorted, doing everything she could to hide the trembling of her lower lip. She was not a baby and she wasn’t going to cry like one in front of him!

Draco’s scowl stayed in place as he sat down on her favourite bench. She wanted to tell him that he couldn’t—this was her nursery, after all!—but her mother would probably be very cross with her if she did that. “I can’t,” he finally said. “Mum told me that I could either go play with you or Goyle. And you’re more fun than him, even if you are a girl.”

Pansy instantly forgave him since he had chosen her over another boy, and sat down next to him. “Want to play tea?”

He gave her a horrified look. “No! And nothing involving dolls either!”

She pouted. She had a new pretty doll she would have loved to show off. “Then what?”

Draco shrugged. “Maybe read some of your stories? The ones with dragon-killing, I mean.”

Pansy perked up. Those stories usually involved princesses. “We could act one out,” she suggested.

Draco shrugged. “Sure. Do you have a sword and a dragon?” He looked around.

She shook her head. “No. But we can act out other parts.”

“Like what?” His nose wrinkled again.

“Well, it’s Valentine’s Day, so we could play True Love’s Kiss?”

“What’s that?” he asked.

Giggling, she showed him. To his credit, he stayed perfectly still throughout the kiss.

“How was it?” she asked afterwards.

He gave it some thought. “Wet,” he then replied. “You sure you don’t have a sword?”