So guess what? I’m competing in the second round of the Draco/Pansy Last Drabble Writer Standing. (I am for now, anyway. Super-nervous about this week.) This was my first entry:Title:
Shiny ThingsWord count:
Draco has a present for her.Warnings:
The boys and girls belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.Author’s Notes:
The prompt was this art
“Pansy!” Draco grabbed her arm, drawing her away from the crowd of eighth-year Slytherins. She put down her Firewhiskey and pumpkin juice before he could make her drop it and let him pull her, giggling.
“What are you doing? Don’t you want to be out there, celebrating your crushing victory over the Ravenclaws?” Pansy grinned. They’d both been doing just that for hours, and the party was in full swing. After the misery of last year and the seething resentment of this one, this victory was fairy dust in their veins.
Being a pariah left a bitter taste in her mouth, but victory was sweet. Especially since Pansy had made sure her Slytherins went all-out supporting the team: green lipstick and hairclips and paint on their arms and faces.
“I’ve got you a present.” Draco had one hand hidden behind his back.
“Oh!” Pansy felt her eyes light with avarice. “Keep it quiet or they’ll all want one.” She pressed a finger to her lips, enjoying his irritated look.
It faded into a smile easily; he was drunk and shirtless, and glowing smugly with victory in the firelight. “There’s only one,” he said, and brought his hand forward with a flourish. Balanced between his outstretched fingers, silver wings still flapping, was the Golden Snitch.
“You’re giving me the Snitch?” Pansy melted a little at the idea of Draco yielding his victory to her, but hid it with a wry smile. “Classic Seeker move to get into someone’s knickers.”
“Yes it is. I require a kiss as payment.”
She laughed and put her hand on his. The Snitch’s wings fluttered against her palm as she walked forward into Draco’s arms.
His wiry arms were tight around her, his bare chest pressed to hers, his lips skilled and soft. Pansy slid a hand into his hair and opened her mouth for his tongue.
His hand relaxed, and the Snitch sprang upwards into her grip.
She pulled back, smirking, and waved the Snitch at him. “I may not be a Seeker, but I have my ways to get shiny, pretty things.”
Draco pouted. His lips were stained a little with her green lipstick, and his hands smeared with green paint from the Ss on her arms. His hair gleamed as he tossed his head, imitating her. “I can get it back.”
“Quite possibly,” she agreed, and tasted victory on his tongue.