She apparates to Harry Potter's flat with a furious crack. She bangs on his door, and when Hermione Granger answers it, she pushes her aside and storms into Harry's flat. Hermione splutters furiously as Pansy grabs the front of Harry's shirt and kisses him, rough and slow, and hungry. When she lets go, he gapes at her. She grins at him, still feeling that brightness, that amazing freeing realization that she isn't in love with Draco any more. She's done with him. He doesn't get to make her feel anything any more.
"Pansy, what…?" Harry gasps.
"I figured it out, Harry." She tells him calmly. "I understand now."
"Understand what?"
"Draco doesn't love me. Did you know that?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I did."
"And that means I'm free. I don't have to love him any more." She responds, beaming. He looks confused. She sighs, men really do need step by step instructions.
"You don't love me, right?" She asks him.
"No? I mean, I mean, I like you… But…" He splutters.
"Good. Good." She smiles again. "So you should take me out for dinner tonight."
"Why?"
"Because, Harry, I need you to teach me. Teach me about freedom."
A/N: This was a little longer than I planned, but here it is. Should I do an little baby epilogue or is this good? Please let me know in comments. Thanks so much for those of you who stuck with this fic despite the ridiculousness of the author. :)
Lots of Love,
Lady of the Green Kirtle
