The first day of Auror training would have been really boring for Harry Potter if he had not had something to look at all day long. After everybody in the class had finished their paperwork and finally gathered for the introductory lecture with Hestia Jones he was taking some notes but she was basically outlining their curriculum for the next six months and most of it he had already done. While everybody else was raising their hand and asking questions, he kept staring at a pair of legs sitting next to him. He knew it was wrong, but his eyes seemed to be glued. He had seen Pansy for years in her uniform and their interactions had always been so negative that he could not think of her as attractive in any way. Pug face Parkinson, they had called her, because she had been an eleven-year-old girl with huge eyes, a turned up nose and a nasty attitude, so she did resemble an angry pug back then. But now she had grown into her features, her eyes were big and beautiful with long black eyelashes, her nose looked adorable and her new demure and polite attitude softened her face and she was just gorgeous. She was dressed in a silky blouse and a pencil skirt that hugged her delightful curves perfectly, and when she sat, the skirt will come up to her lower thigh, exposing her soft knees and perfect calves, and those pumps were just too sinful to be legal. When he felt ashamed because he had been staring at her legs for too long he looked up and caught her eyes looking at him. She smiled and winked at him, but then she turned her face and slightly shook her head.

Pansy Parkinson had been incredibly nervous for her first day of Auror training. It had been almost an impulsive decision. After the war, when she found herself alive and ashamed, she locked herself in her mansion and studied to take her NEWTs at the Ministry. She got pretty good marks, so she was advice to look through all kinds of Ministry positions, as she could probably aspire to any of them. Looking over the parchments with the descriptions of each department, she kept going back to read the one for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, especially the Auror Office. In the beginning, she didn't understand why she felt so captivated by it. But then it dawned on her. The day of the Battle of Hogwarts, when she made the biggest mistake of her life and said that they should surrender Harry Potter to the Dark Lord, she did it because she was terrified. She felt completely vulnerable, incapable of fighting even if she wanted. After the battle, she read the stories about Dumbledore's Army, an underground group of students who trained themselves in defense and when the day came they were not afraid to join the battle. That's how she wanted to feel. Strong. Capable. She was a smart and skilled witch but had always put her talents to the wrong objectives. To find a husband, to gossip, to make herself pretty, to keep her emotions hidden. Her talents were many, and she could turn them into something that would help her redeem herself. One day she tiptoed to the basement of her manor so her mother wouldn't come to pry, and went to what had been her father's training room. He had died in a broom accident when she was too little to remember, but her mother had idealized him as an athletic and strong man. She found a few training mannequins and decided to try a couple of spells that back in the day she had found raunchy and inappropriate for a lady. After a few stunts, she smiled, pointed her want to one of the mannequins and said firmly

"Bombarda!"

The mannequin and the whole wall behind it exploded. She panicked. Her mother ran to the basement and looked at the huge hole. Pansy thought quickly

"Confundus"

Mrs. Parkinson gave her a silly smile and went back up the stairs. Pansy pointed her wand at the disaster

"Reparo"

Everything went back to normal. She smirked. She could do this. so she grabbed the paper and sent an application to the DMLE. Then she thought for a minute, wondering who would be applying too. The first thought that crossed her mind was the Golden Trio. She did not think she owed anything to Weasley or that she had anything to say to Granger at the moment, but she had to make peace with Harry Potter. He may even be the reason she would get rejected. So she gathered her thoughts and wrote a long letter where she explained her feelings and profusely apologized for years of bad behavior, and then expressed her remorse for that infamous moment before the battle, knowing that he had the right to never forgive her. When she sent the owl she felt like a weight had lifted from her shoulders. A couple of hours later an owl knocked on her window. To her surprise, Potter sent her a response, thanking her for her letter, wishing her the best, and even offering to contact him should he be of any use to her. That boy was a saint.

And now, Saint Potter, like Draco used to call him when they were younger, was sitting next to her, staring at her legs. That was quite ironic. She had to cough to hide her chuckle. At that moment he looked up and she smiled coquettishly and winked at him. Then she realized what she had done. She was behaving like a simpering school girl in a room full of Junior Aurors, most of whom would probably love to see her fail because she was a woman, a Slytherin or because she was Pansy Parkinson. And why was she flirting with Harry Potter of all people? well, because if her ability for reading people was as sharp as always, she knew for sure that Harry Potter was ogling her. And that gave her chills.

A few moments later the class was adjourned and Hestia Jones indicated that they should go change into training gear and meet again at the gym. Harry stood up and offered his hand to Pansy, who accepted it immediately. A couple of derisive snorts sounded in the back of the room. Hestia Jones looked up, her face very serious

"Back in the day, when the likes of Theseus Scamander was Head of the Department, the Aurors were real gentleman. Like Muggle knights, they needed to know how to court or treat a lady. Those were the days. And I bet we can go back to that and still be strong," the head Auror smiled at Harry and Pansy. Harry was a bit flushed but Pansy walked out like she was floating on a cloud, yet when she walked by the hacklers she did a snap of her wand without looking at them and the two morons flew and crashed over some desks. Harry smirked. He was liking Pansy more by the minute.

When they gathered again at the gym, everyone stared at Pansy. She was wearing body tight training gear but hers seemed to be reinforced with some sort of dragon skin, yet it was thin and flexible. The other girls in the group, Susan Bones and Parvati Patil came to ask her about it, and Pansy explained that she had been experimenting with fabrics for fun since fourth year because she wanted to be a fashion designer when she was younger. Her first experiment had been the unfortunate dress that she wore to the Yule ball, which still haunted her. When she received her acceptance and was instructed to get her regulation training gear she tried it on and thought that she could make it more hex resistant. She was going to give her a try now. The other girls cheered enthusiastically while the boys just stared at them. Pansy asked Parvati to throw a couple of sting hexes at her. Nothing. Susan gave it a try. Nothing. Pansy beamed, proud. Unbeknownst to her, Hestia Jones was watching her from the door, taking mental notes.