Opportunistic by Luvscharlie

Warnings: Language, sexual innuendo

A/N: Originally written for leigh_adams at the 2011 hp_humpdrabbles hump-a-thon on Live Journal who asked for Harry/Pansy with a prompt of "Love me when I least deserve it. That is when I really need it."—Swedish proverb. It had to be 5oo words or less.

Love me when I least deserve it. That is when I really need it. Swedish proverb.

Harry stormed into the office, past his desk and flung himself into his chair. He jumped back up again right away, running a hand through his messy hair, pacing, and glaring across the desk at her, shaking his finger in her general direction, starting to speak and then biting his lip.

This time it was bad. Pansy had never seen him speechless before. Usually this kind of thing started with 'Pansy, what have I told you?' and then she got all pouty, and he went all soft, and there was kissing, and he'd forget whatever bad thing she'd done in order to get a story written for the Prophetthis time.

"I-You-"

Uh-oh, speechless and tongue-tied.She was really going to get it.

"I told you to stay out of my files." Harry finally managed to spit out the words. "I don't know how I'm supposed to trust you, when my file contents show up on the front page of the Prophet."

"I made the front page!" she said, proudly. "I've never made the front page before. This is going to get me a promotion."

Harry glared, green eyes blazing.

Okay, probably not the time to discuss her journalistic success. It was hard to stop smiling though. The fucking front page!

"This is the third time you've done this. And this time the information from the file you stole was top secret. You realise I'll probably be sacked?"

"You're Harry Potter!"

"I'm pretty sure they'll spell it correctly on my sacking papers."

"But Harry," Pansy said, sticking out her bottom lip so that it was as pouty as possible. "It was just sitting there on the top of your desk. Like a big apple that's forbidden to bite and, I just couldn't help myself-"

"You used that excuse last time you stole one of my files."

Damn, she was going to have to start keeping notes!

Harry crossed his arms. He was still glaring. "Do you even care that you've probably ruined my career?"

"Of course, I care. This is probably not the time to bring up the furthering of my career, right?"

Harry growled.

"Okay, yeah, thinking still not the time." Pansy grinned at him, and ran her hand over the smooth wooden top of the desk. "Well… it would be a terrible shame, if they're going to sack you, to have never broken this desk in properly."

Grabbing a handful of her hair, Harry kissed her, his glasses tilting sideways. "I'm not locking the door," Harry said between kisses. "Someone could come in and find us at any time."

"Ooh, risky. I like it." Pansy wrapped her arms around his neck. "Harry, if they sack you, someone's going to need to cover that story and, well, I was thinking-"

Harry's eyes went wide. "You are un-fucking-believable! You opportunistic bitch!"

"And what do you call a man who loves an opportunistic bitch?" Pansy asked.

"Apparently, Harry." With that, Harry pushed her over the desk.