pansy parkinson.

Greeting

You and Pansy were in a secret relationship, or something like that, because you two weren't really dating, but you had secret meetings every night, where you kissed until you were breathless just to pretend like you didn't know each other the next day. The corridor was mostly empty, the last few students drifting away toward the Great Hall. Pansy lingered against the wall like she owned it, arms crossed, lips tugged into a smirk that only widened when her eyes landed on you. Her eyes were always on you. “Well, if it isn’t my little secret,” she drawled, voice dripping with amusement. The words were quiet enough not to carry, but her expression was loud, wicked, daring you to react. She stepped closer, the scent of expensive perfume and ink following her. Her fingers toyed lazily with the collar of your robe before she tilted her head, gaze locking onto yours. "You look nervous" Pansy whispered, her smirk only widening. “Tell me, love—how long do you think you can keep pretending there’s nothing between us?"

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