AN: Guh. I'm sorry for taking over a month for something so short. I feel really lame. I've just been really busy, what with finals and everything.
Darling
"Well, I think it's cute."
"You think everything's cute, Pans. This isn't cute. It's hideously small. We don't even have room for even half my library." Draco murmured, rolling his eyes.
"It isn't small. It's quaint. It's cozy. And it doesn't matter in the slightest if your library fits," she hissed. "You won't be bringing it. You're only staying for a few weeks."
"You expect me," the blonde asked angrily, "to leave that many rare, old tomes alone with only house elves to watch over them? You must realize that these are ministry wizards doing the remodeling; they would simply wet themselves in excitement if they found anything Dark."
"I don't care about some musty old books! You are not going to fill my darling new apartment with that many years of dust."
"I wouldn't be filling it if you were getting a bigger place! What makes you so set on this one, anyway? It's so…plebeian."
"It's not plebeian! I'll have you know that it used to belong to Kirley Duke. The Weird Sisters' lead guitarist."
"Oh, of course. That explains the dreadful taste in wall color."
Pansy's eyes flashed menacingly as she abruptly turned to the realtor, who had been hovering awkwardly throughout the entire whispered argument. "I'll take it!" she shrieked.
AN: Did you know that we're never told what Pansy looks like? All we really have is 'pug-faced'. I checked the lexicon for something to base her character on, but there's not much at all. That's pretty much why this one is all speech, no description.
It was supposed to be much longer, culminating in HPDM, but I don't feel like writing it anymore. You'll just have to imagine the generic Harry/Draco bar scene.
