Silly bit of drabble written for SortingHatDrabs on LJ - the prompt was "Pansy + Any Gryffindor + Photo of girl staring out window)

Warnings: Beware Slytherins and Things Are Not Always What They Seem

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A flicker of movement had her half off the seat before she recognized the Muggle postman on his route. She slowly lowered herself back onto the window seat. It had been foolish to cut things so closely but she'd never thought that it would come down to race against time.

There. She held her breath as she saw the familiar cloaked figure making his way down the street. She raced to the door and out onto the doorstep, heedless of the rain that soaked through her white jumper.

"Where have you been?" she snarled as she thrust the bag of galleons into his left hand whilst grabbing the small envelope from his right hand.

"There were complications," he said simply. "Be glad for what you have there, I can't promise there will be any more where that came from."

"What?" She looked from the envelope to his shrouded eyes and angrily spat out, "I've paid you well. Why can't you deliver more?"

"The source is gone. Haven't you been reading the Prophet? I've used the last of my connections and haven't found any more."

She looked in disbelief from the envelope to him, "How many?" she asked, afraid of the answer.

"Just one, and be glad for that." Without waiting for a reply he turned and walked away.

She stood in the doorway and carefully opened the envelope. There it was, spellotaped to the paper. One precious hair. There was no time left to worry that it wasn't more.

Wasting no time she apparated into the bedroom. With a steady hand she picked up the flask and carefully dropped the hair into the potion. Closing the lid and swirling it gently she sighed, enough to last until the morning.

Shaking her head, she simply refused to accept that this could be the last night. She would find another way tomorrow, but for tonight it would be enough. Slowly she undressed, vanishing her clothes so there would be no sign of them.

Sitting on the bed, she lifted the flask to her lips and swallowed half of it. Her body writhed in agony at the familiar transformation. Breathless, she stared up at the canopy. It was done. And just in time as she heard the floo flare in the sitting room down below.

She lay back against the red silk sheets and stretched to get accustomed to the new form her body had taken. It was worth it, she thought. To risk everything. This was not the last night, she thought determinedly, as she heard the steps racing up the stairs.

There was a pause and she forced a loopy Potteresque smile upon her face when she saw the blond appear in the doorway.

"Oh, Merlin. You are here. I'd heard- the Prophet said that you'd left the country," Draco said, as he walked slowly into the room, as if he couldn't believe that Potter was really lying naked before him.

Pansy gave a laugh as she languorously reached down and stroked Potter's cock, "Why would you believe a rag-sheet like the Prophet when you have me to prove it and everyone else wrong?"

She gave a catlike purr as Draco pulled her to him and kissed her.