Pansy wakes up naked, wrapped in silk sheets with golden sunlight streaming through her windows. The memories of her conversation with Har-Potter last night came rushing back and she was filled with absolute mortification. She should have felt smug by the fact that she had ignored his feelings the same way he had to her, I mean like she's a Slytherin- well she was a Slytherin. Then she remembers the last person she saw him with. Pansy see's red. Like who the fuck did this boy think he was? Like wow real mature you admit your feelings to one girl then immediately move right on to the next? Oh fuck no. She is Pansy fucking Parkinson. Pansy throws on some makeup and puts on the first outfit she could find because she is gonna go over there and kick the shit out of Potter. She was in such a blind rage she didn't even stop to realise the she had no idea where he was or where he even lived or like anything.She was in the middle of shoving on a pair of heels ( because you can't kick some ass without a veritable fucking knife attached to the bottom of your feet) when she gets a knock at her door.

She stalks over to the door and flings it open and her heart fucking stutters. It's Harry of course it is he just can't leave her the fuck alone (although she was just about to track him down and destroy him but that's besides the point). She doesn't even say hello she just walks back into her living room and turns to face him, hovering in the doorway looking moody, and angsty, and breathtaking. He walks in and shuts the door behind him and avoids eye contact with her and that just pisses her off even more.

" Sit." she orders pointing to her white victorian style lounge. She's pacing in front of him and trying her hardest not to look at him cause it's so hard to when his eyes are just so fucking green and prepares to give Potter the bitchiest most condescending lecture of his life.

" What the fuck is wrong with you? Like honestly. You can't just tell me all that shit and then hook up with your fucking ex like 5 minutes later that's so fucked up.-"

" Wait what?"

"- She's not even that pretty really, I don't quite understand what you see in her. I mean it's not like I care or anything. You're just such an asshole like you have some serious fucking probl-"

"Pansy."

"-ems. Like honestly what happened in your childhood to make you this way? I can't even begin to fathom why the fuck I ever wanted to be with you let alone let you stick your dick in me-"

"Pansy." he says a little more forcefully.

"What?!" She snaps.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Oh my god you are literally the worst. I'm talking about how you got back together with Gingivitis fucking Weasley or whatever."

"Oh and how did you come to that conclusion?" He asks genuinely looking confused and angry.

"Don't play fucking dumb I saw how you guys were touching each other and dancing together and I mean you guys snuck off together, i'm not fucking stupid." she's actually fucking seething at this point.

"No that's not- what? We're friends. She was talking to me about you. Well lecturing me actually."

"What are you on about-"

"Do you know why Ginny and I broke up?" he gets up and he's towering over her and he looks directly into her eyes and says " It was because of you."

"What?" Pansy breathes out, confused as all hell.

"We broke up because I realised all I wanted was you. At the wedding she pulled me away to yell at me for completely fucking things up between you and I."

Pansy's head is spinning and she forgets how to breathe and before she knows what she's doing Pansy is grabbing the back of Harry's neck and pulling his lips down onto hers. The kiss wasn't angry or rushed or filled with lust. It was all consuming. Her chest literally felt like it was about to burst for whatever reason and she just knew- she knew that it was going to be okay.

Sorry all the updates have been so few and far between im just going through some personal shit right now thankyou so much for being so patient and supportive and for all your reviews! Love you guys!