Title: Will You Be My Pretend Boyfriend?
Rating: T
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Pansy/Blaise, Pansy/Draco, Draco/Astoria
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em - not making any money off 'em. Dern it.
Summary: Pansy decides enough is enough. Draco is going to learn his lesson if it's the last thing she does. And she learns a little about herself as well.
Notes:I have never written a long story with a Slytherin main character, so here we go. It's all planned out, and it will be a total of 5 chapters.

Triwizard Tournament Competition: Need to write a Multi-chapter – Prompts Used – Pansy Parkinson, genre: romance, lemons (the fruit) – Each chapter needs to be a minimum of 500 words

Pansy takes a bite of a lemon. She makes a face as the sour fruit touches her taste buds. She knows it's weird that she eats the fruit, but she has always loved them and doesn't see that love going away anytime soon. Maybe it has to do with her sour personality, or at least the type of personality everyone around her accuses her of having.

She hears a demure giggle and looks to the left and down the Slytherin table. The sight she sees causes her blood to freeze in her veins. Draco is whispering in Astoria's ear, and the younger girl doesn't seem to mind the attention from the Slytherin prince. Her hand rests on his arm as she leans in close to him, hanging on his every word.

Her appetite suddenly lost, Pansy puts the fruit down on her plate and folds her hands in her lap underneath the table. She stares unseeingly at her plate and tries to block out the giggling she can still hear.

She tells herself to ignore it. It doesn't matter. He doesn't matter.

She knows she's fooling herself, though. He has always mattered. Ever since they were six, Pansy has wanted Draco's approval, and she has worked so hard in the hopes of gaining something he never seems to give out to others.

Once again, he callously ignores her feelings as he flirts with another girl right in front of her. Her hardened exterior is in fact all for show. It's to protect her fragile heart that Draco continuously stomps on and will one day, permanently destroy if she lets him.

A hand lands on her shoulder and Pansy looks up into the compassionate brown eyes of Blaise Zabini, and she knows she isn't hiding her heartbreak as well as she usually does.

Pansy gets up from the table and ignoring her peers' judging gazes, she leaves the Great Hall. She wants to find somewhere quiet to hide and privately lick her wounds.

She hears footsteps behind her and stops. The footsteps stop as well. Not looking behind her to see who it is – she doesn't need to – she orders, "Stop following me, Blaise."

"I can't."

"Why not?" Pansy asks, still keeping her back to the one person who has always been able to see the truth behind her tough exterior.

"Because you're hurting, and I can't leave you alone during it."

Pansy closes her eyes, pushing away the wave of tears that wants to fall. "It's none of your business."

Footsteps start against and get louder. Instead of walking away, Blaise is walking closer. When he places his hand on her shoulder, she stiffens. "You're my business, and I hate seeing you in pain."

Pansy finally turns around and allows Blaise to take her hand. He leads her to a private alcove. They sit huddled close together, and she rests her head on his shoulder. "It's hurts. I know that no matter what I do or how I act, Draco will always do this to me. He isn't capable of loving me the way I want him to."

Blaise pulls her closer. "That's not true. I think he could very easily love you if he allowed himself to. Merlin knows he wouldn't be able to find anyone more loyal to him than you. He knows you'll always be there for him when he says something even a little nice. That's why he takes you for granted. He needs to see that he can lose you, that you won't always be there waiting for him."

Pansy pulls away from Blaise's warm embrace. "Do you think that would work?"

Blaise smiles at her, eyes twinkling merrily at the hopeful look on Pansy's face. "Yeah, I do. You'd be surprised at what jealousy can do."

Pansy bites her bottom lip as Blaise smoothes her bangs away from her eyes. "Will you be my pretend boyfriend?" she impulsively asks.

Blaise stills, his hand resting in the tangle of her hair.

She fears he's disgusted by the very idea and goes to pull away, already thinking up an excuse for the ridiculous idea that had spouted from her mouth.

Blaise's grip tightens in her hair, but at the same time, he's careful about it and keeps it painless. "If you're sure, then yes, I'll help you teach Draco a lesson."

"We might have to kiss," she warns, afraid to hope that he's actually going to do this for her. She can't imagine being comfortable enough to pretend date anyone else.

"I don't mind the kissing," he says, and then to prove his point, he leans down and chastely kisses her on the lips.

Pansy licks her lips and realizes he tastes like ginger. She swallows. "Um, great. So, what do we do?"

Blaise shrugs his shoulders. "We already spend a lot of time together. It's probably not out of the realm of possibility that we could start dating. I don't think anyone would even blink if we started holding hands and kissing."

Pansy nods. "Okay. So, as of now, we're boyfriend and girlfriend. Pretend boyfriend and girlfriend."

Something flashes in Blaise's eyes, but it's gone before Pansy can put a name to it. "Right."

And just like that, Pansy has a pretend boyfriend.