Definitely not in the time line of DH, so this is placed after the OoTP and during HBP, if you wish. Or as AU as can be. Originally posted on LJ as a twenty minute one shot based on the song playing on your itunes. And this is what I cam up with for Blaise/Pansy and "Rabbia e Tarantella" by Ennino Morricone from the Inglorious Basterds OST.
I claim no ownership over anything. anything.
She was happy.
To others, it may not be what would be their definition of happiness. They wanted mansions, parties every night, drinking, trading spouses as sexual partners on Wednesdays. Growing up she wished to be a part of that world that she fanaticized about. The jewels, the masques, the food and drinks! The music, the dancing, the gallantry and poised men and women! She so wanted to enter that world but growing up, she saw how dark, tantalizing and cruel that world was. And it frightened her, so very much.
She, the Ice Queen of Slytherin, Pansy Parkinson was frightened of her own world. If anyone heard her voice those thoughts, she would be exiled from her nest of fellow Slytherins. But an ally from the shadows had her same fears, as she found out during a talk in one of the more hidden areas of the common room.
The Italian and British debonair, Blaise Zabini. He was cultured, educated, well spoken and powerful. And she gained an ally in the snake den, after losing the affections from Draco Malfoy to someone else. It was insulting to say the least, in her mind but was soothed by the new friendship she had.
It grew and grew until they became inseparable and dependent on each other. Friendship bloomed into Romance at this time. During their seventh year, they pushed through and fought with their classmates, turning their backs on their fellow Slytherins and for Pansy, the world she knew and wanted to be a part of.
"Blood Traitor!"
"Mudblood's bitch!"
"Potter's wench"
She heard them all, during that year and after it. She had survived the war, but lost her family, with the exception of her cousins Astoria and Daphne. She was the last Parkinson, the only pureblooded Parkinson left. Not that it mattered anymore the world was changing.
And on a spring's day, she wedded Blaise. In a small ceremony, just outside of Cardiff, away from prying eyes and in the midst of six other people; their closest friends and family. She was dressed in white, a traditional muggle dress while he was dressed in suit. And it was the happiest day of her life.
Years had passed, and she had found her happiness and never lost it. A loving husband, several close friends, amazing children. She was an author in the muggle world, famous for her fantasy series, based on the world she feared as a child but longed to join.
Pansy Zabini, nee Parkinson was happy.