This is my first time writing a Harry/Pansy fic that was inspired my my penname. Enjoy!
"Why do you put up with me, Harry," asked Pansy, rolling on to her side.
"What do you mean?"
She sat up, and faced her fiancé, "Harry, I was the one who turned you into Voldemort. I was a bitch to you all through school, tagging along Draco. Why did you want to date and marry me, as opposed to the Weaslette or another girl who treated you better?"
Harry finally turned to look at her, and sighed, "Pansy, it's not about what you were, it's about what you are now. And right now, you're perfect."
"But," she moaned sadly, "I'm not like you. I can't ever be that lady who will be at home with her kids, and be the perfect housewife."
Harry smiled, "Darling, you don't need to be housewife to be perfect. Where is this all coming from, anyway? Huh?"
"I don't know," Pansy cried, "it just seems that everyone else is always criticizing me marrying you! People have told me to my face that I should leave you alone so you can marry someone else," she finished, now crying into her hands.
"I don't get it, Pans! Since when have you cared so much about what other people are thinking?" Harry asked, feeling frustrated that his fiancée was having self-esteem issues two weeks before their marriage.
Pansy just glared at him.
"Oh, shit," he thought, knowing that he shouldn't have said that.
After a long silence, Pansy sniffled and apologized, "I'm sorry, Harry. The wedding has been so stressful and I guess I was just feeling influenced by all the talk about me not being worthy and stuff."
"It's alright, love," Harry replied, wrapping his arms around Pansy. "Everything will be fine, and it's all going to work out."
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