Random Act of Kindness by Luvscharlie
Percy turned the small box over in the pocket of his cloak for a final time and then set it on her desk. He walked into his office and closed the door, debating for the hundredth time whether he should have given her the gift.
It was expensive, but Pansy Parkinson seemed accustomed to having nice things… or she had once upon a time. With the war over and her parents in Azkaban, Pansy had been reduced to working as a secretary for the Ministry of Magic. She had been lucky to secure employment at all, though she wasn't exactly gracious about taking orders from anyone—particularly him.
The gift was meant to be a peace offering. Just a little something to raise her spirits. After all, if anyone knew how easy it was to find themselves on the wrong side of things, Percy did.
He startled when she walked into his office and slammed the door behind her. She crossed the room and dropped the gift on his desk. "I'm not fucking you."
"I beg your pardon, madam?" Percy asked. He was taken aback by her language and demeanor. This was not the way a lady, particularly one of proper breeding and blood status, behaved.
"I said I'm not fucking you, Weasley. I may be reduced to being your secretary, but I will not be your whore for trinkets."
"I have no idea to what it is you're referring, Miss Parkinson, but I had no intention of—of—well, you know." Percy lowered his voice and he could feel his ears heating up.
Pansy's confidence seemed to waver. She had stormed into his office convinced that he had given her the gift in an attempt to woo her (or at least bed her), but she seemed confused that he would give her a gift with no expectation of anything from her in return.
"This is expensive," she said, removing the pendant from the box. "I can't imagine someone like you having the money to afford something as nice as—"
"Miss Parkinson." Percy cut her off before she finished her sentence. "You're welcome."
She did blush and seem embarrassed by the rudeness of her statement, but she still also seemed thoroughly perplexed that someone—a former Gryffindor, no less—would do something kind for her.
"Th- thank you," she stammered and turned to leave. Her hand touched the door knob and she turned back to look at him. "I'm still not fucking you."
"Yes, you mentioned that."
Fin.
A/N: Advent drabble 19/31 for the prompt of "A Gift for Nothing"
