Prompt: A character requests help from another character (be something silly or serious: you may decide.)
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Pansy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy
Rating: T
This is my first published fiction in awhile, be easy please!
Over the years her brown hair had gotten longer, growing down past her shoulders. Tonight it was wavy. Her pug nose was still there, but he had learned to think of it as adorable. Of course he still taunting her with the nickname of 'pug nose' it was now an endearing term rather than an insult. She was shorter than him, probably by a couple of inches. Instead of the boyish figure she once had, she had womanly body now. And her eyes, her dark brown eyes, were like pools of chocolate. As corny as that sounded, he loved them.
He loved her.
She had loved him since she first laid eyes on him. They were four and her mother was invited over for tea by his mother. Of course he told her he didn't want to play with her because she was a girl, but she followed him around anyway. He was too gorgeous.
Somehow, after everything they went through, they found their ways back to each other. The fact made both of them smile, and what happened when they were seventeen was something neither liked to talk about. When they were twenty, they wed. It was small, not the typical wedding you'd think they would have.
They were happy.
Tonight she stood in front of the mirror, making sure she looked okay. The teasing from her years at school had made the girl self-conscious. Even he was guilty of adding to that, and no matter how hard he tried, she never felt the same again.
"We ought to get going. Mother won't be pleased if we're late for dinner." He drawled, lying on the bed. He was already dressed, a nice suit like always.
"I know, I know." She sighed, running her fingers through her curls once more.
"You look fine." He said softly, standing up and walking behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and planted a soft kiss on her neck. "Delicious, actually."
She giggled childishly and leaned back against him. "I really don't, but thank you anyway." She said. "Draco, I need your help."
"With what?" He responded, raising an eyebrow.
"Can you lace up my dress?" She asked, a mischievous smile appearing on her face.
He took a step back and looked down, the corset top of her dress was unlaced. Instead of lacing it like she had asked, he pulled it to the ground. "Pansy, we're not going to dinner tonight." He said. Before the brunette had a chance to respond, his lips had captured hers in a hungry kiss.