Shelter Me With Kisses
Pansy raised her hood and Apparated to Diagon-Alley. She hoped that no one would recognise her in the plain black cloak, but as soon as she made two steps, an Auror approached her with a stern look.
'Please, remove your hood, miss. Standard security procedure.'
She cursed under her breath but resignedly followed the order. The Auror's face turned into an ugly sneer as soon as he recognised her.
'I can't believe you dare to show your face in public, Parkinson.'
'I was wearing a hood, you moron! Now let me pass!'
Pansy walked on, trying to ignore the whispers and the stares. "Wasn't she the one who wanted to give Harry Potter to the Deatheaters?" She was nearing the apothecary, when something wet hit her cheek. She turned around and saw several boys leering at her, one of them cleaning his muddy hand.
'How does it feel to have mud thrown at you, bitch?'
The door of the apothecary behind her clicked and she felt a pair of warm arms wrap around her waist and a soft voice murmur, 'I'm sorry I didn't believe it was so bad.'
The whelps' grins froze as Harry Potter glared at them and at everyone who had gathered to watch.
'How many of you people fought in the war? What gives you the right to judge her on my behalf? Did I ask for it?'
He took out a handkerchief and wiped her face gently, kissing the reddened skin.
Someone in the crowd muttered, 'She put him under the Imperius, she did.' Harry turned in the voice's direction and growled.
'This here is the woman I love. Live with it or choke on your own bile, I couldn't care less.'
He gathered Pansy closer and captured her mouth, ignoring the outraged gasps.
'Let's go home, Pans. I got your ingredients.'
A/N Written to prompt 3, must be titled 'Shelter Me Wth Kisses' and inspired my the same phrase.
That was all for Harry/Pansy. I had fun exploring the ship, I hope you had fun reading.