Character Appreciation: Pansy Parkinson
Disney: "Do you want to build a snowman?"
Book Club (Scarlett): purple, dress, clue
Buttons: scarf
Em's Emporium: Write a fanon pairing
Hot Air Balloon: scarf
Holmes Mystery: Hogsmeade
Days, National Kissing Day: Write about someone being kissed
Flowers, foxglove: heart
Insane House: 601 words
Fairy, winter fairy: snow
601 words
Daphne can't but smile to herself. "Where are we going?" she asks. "Can I at least have a clue?"
Pansy keeps her hands over Daphne's eyes. It's almost funny. Daphne has always hated surprises, but she doesn't mind when it's her girlfriend. She has never trusted someone so completely, but she knows that Pansy is worth it, that Pansy will look out for her.
"Do you remember our first date?" Pansy asks.
Daphne's smile broadens. "How can I forget?"
They come to a stop, and Daphne nearly slips on an icy patch. Pansy is quick to steady her, her hands no longer obscuring Daphne's vision.
The view is breathtaking and just as she remembers it. Hogsmeade is alive behind them. People walk through the snow, laughing and chatting as they venture from shop to shop. But this little snowy meadow, still part of the village but so often overlooked, is quiet and peaceful.
"Do you wanna build a snowman?" Pansy asks, picking at a stray thread of her purple jumper. "Or maybe we can make snow angels."
Daphne bounces eagerly in place, lips twisting into a broad grin. Her dress slaps gently against her body from the movement. "I feel like a child again," she says, her voice squeaky from her giddiness.
Pansy moves closer, the thick layer of snow crunching beneath her boots. Her fingertips brush gently over Daphne's cheek, causing Daphne's her to shiver from more than just the icy air. "That's why I love you," Pansy says softly. "You never lost that childlike wonder. That saved me, you know."
Daphne nods. Of course she remembers. After the war, Pansy had been bad off. As Slytherins, they're used to people judging them, but Pansy had been essentially shunned. Daphne had been worried that she would lose the girl she loved.
It had taken her nearly a year, but Daphne had been persistent. She had found beauty in everything and tried to get Pansy to see it too. Slowly, her girlfriend had come around. Maybe Pansy hadn't gained Daphne's joy and optimism, but she had become softer until all the pain and anger had melted away.
With a grin, Daphne smooths out the creases in her dress, still bouncing eagerly. "Snowball fight?" she suggests, her mind racing as she thinks of the hundreds of things she could do in the snow now.
"Wait." Pansy's long fingers curl around Daphne's wrist, and she pulls her closer. "There's something I have to do first."
Before Daphne can ask, Pansy presses a kiss to her lips. Her free hand rests against the back of Daphne's hair, her finger threading in dark curls.
It still amazes her how kisses like this never fail to take her breath away. They've been together for four years, but she still feels that same rush of excitement that she had felt when they were were just silly schoolgirls falling in love.
"Happy anniversary," Pansy whispers when they finally separate. A soft smile plays at her thin lips. "For the past several years, you've been the best thing in my life."
Daphne feels her heart flutter at that, and butterflies seem to tickle her insides. It no longer matters that they are in the most perfect spot or that she has so many things she could do in the snow. All she cares about is that she is lucky enough to have the most perfect girlfriend in the world. She throws her arms around Pansy, kissing her again, harder now.
"What about your snow angels?" Pansy laughs between kisses.
"You are my snow angel, darling," Daphne tells her, smiling.
