Written for Charms Classroom [NEW], The Percy Weasley Challenge, Fanfiction Marathon Competiton/Challenge, and The Crazy 8s Challenge. Title from the Taylor Swift song.

Pansy looked at Weasley. The man's red hair was falling into his crystal blue eyes, as he went through paper work, and honestly, it had to be acknowledged that there were only two attractive Weasley's. Ronald was too annoying to be considered for too long though, so really only Percy would be thought of in that way.

Pansy figured that it would be easy enough to smile at the man, to make him interested. It would be easy enough to laugh at his not very funny jokes, to make him want her. It would be easy enough to do appear to do everything for him, so she knew he would do everything for her.

Weasley had risen in her opinion, risen far above his family. He was different, and obviously had not been happy with them if he had left them for those few years.

Pansy liked that. It showed that he wasn't just a follower. It honestly surprised her that the man hadn't been Sorted into Slytherin.

He seemed perfect for it.

She had a feeling that Weasley would be a good match for her, a good time at the very least. Not someone to be with permanently, but someone to use.

Someone to use her.

Pansy put on her prettiest red dress and darkest lipstick the day she decided to make her. She smiled at him, and he looked at her. She expected confusion, wondering, and nervousness.

Instead, she saw understanding.

Pansy knew that she had made the right decision.

"What do you want?" he asked her, his voice low and sending thrills down her spine.

She smirked. "What do you want?"

He looked at her up and down, judging her in some unknown test.

Pansy knew she would pass.

It just might take Weasley a while to realize that.

"How do I know that you can give me what I want?" he finally asked.

"Do you even know what you want?"

Percy gave a small laugh besides himself. "No. I don't."

"Good," Pansy said. "I don't either." She leaned in closed to him. "So why don't we discover it together?"

"People aren't going to like this," Percy said with a raise of his eyebrow.

"Well," Pansy said. "I don't know what I want, but I do know that I don't care what people think. Why should I? They don't care about me."

Percy looked at her before breaking into a smile.

"Good point."