If Wishes Were Boggarts
Thirty-Four: His Treasure
Wanted By: Something Blue, Something New
Pairing: Harry Potter/Pansy Parkinson
Prompt: "One man's trash is another man's treasure."; Pansy's reaction to Draco dating/courting/whatever to Astoria Greengrass
Rating: K
Warnings: het; teen pregnancy; slight bashing of Ginny Weasley; and Draco Malfoy is mean
Everyone knew that Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson were crazy about each other when they were younger. They attended the Yule Ball together in fourth year and dated until mid-sixth year. So, it was a surprise to everyone when The Daily Prophet reported the engagement between Draco Malfoy and Astoria Greengrass one Saturday morning. The Great Hall broke into whispers and people began to steal glances at Malfoy at the Slytherin table and Astoria at the Ravenclaw table.
Pansy Parkinson was notably absent from the hall. According to the rumor mill later that day, Parkinson was crying her eyes and she had been seen in the Hospital Wing. When she appeared at dinner the next day, everyone knew something was up. Pansy Parkinson always appeared to be put together. Her hazel eyes were red and puffy from crying, her dark hair was pulled back in a messy bun and her robes were wrinkled.
She quietly took a seat at the end of the Slytherin table, away from everyone else. She quickly ate some toast before rushing out of the Great Hall. The whole time she was in the Great Hall, a pair of emerald eyes watched her every move from the Gryffindor table as the owner replayed their night together.
Harry Potter frowned as he watched Pansy disappear out of the Great Hall. He knew she wasn't upset about Malfoy and Astoria Greengrass because she had known about them for almost three months now. In fact, it was because of Malfoy and Pansy's break up that drove Pansy into Harry's bed for the night.
His attention was taken away from Pansy when he felt a hand on his leg. His emerald eyes met muddy brown and he fought the urge to roll his eyes. Ginny Weasley was at it again. Did she ever learn?
Harry had told her point-blank that they weren't getting back together because too much had during and after the war.
Emerald eyes narrowed at his ex as the redhead moved her hand higher up his leg. He pushed her hand off and glared at the redhead. Without another word, Harry stood up and walked away. He quickly walked out of the Great Hall. When he was a few feet away, he pulled the Marauder's Map out of his bag.
"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good!" he muttered as he tapped the blank parchment with his wand. The Marauder's Map quickly appeared on the page.
Harry began scanning it, looking for the dot labeled "Pansy Parkinson". After a few seconds, he spotted the female's dot headed towards the Hospital Wing. With a small smile, Harry tapped the parchment with his wand again, muttering, "Mischief managed!"
He placed the now-blank parchment back in his bag and took off down the hall in direction of Pansy. Luckily, he didn't run into anyone on the way, most people were in the Great Hall eating and classes didn't start for a few more minutes.
As Harry neared the Hospital Wing, he froze and his blood ran cold. Before him stood Draco Malfoy pushing Pansy up against the wall. Pansy's hazel eyes were widened and tears streamed down her heart-shaped face.
"Tell me!" demanded Malfoy, his voice low and dangerous.
Pansy shook her head, a few piece of her dark hair coming free from the bun.
"Tell me, now," Malfoy ordered, pushing the female Slytherin into the wall.
"No," she said.
"Tell me who the father is or there wouldn't be any baby," Malfoy threatened, his light blue eyes sparkling with danger.
"It's not yours, that's all that matters," Pansy replied, her eyes widened in fear and tears slipping from her eyes.
"It does matter because you're my whore," Malfoy said, his voice louder. "Someone touched you and now you're not mine anymore."
Harry stood frozen in place, trying to process what was going on. Pansy was pregnant? Did that mean it was his? They had slept together three months ago. According to the rumor mill, she was sick. What was with Malfoy? He had Astoria, in fact he had dumped Pansy for her. So, what did he want with Pansy? Was it sex? He did just call her 'his whore'.
The thought of Pansy being Malfoy's brought Harry back to the present. Pansy wasn't anyone's, least of all Draco Malfoy's. If Pansy was pregnant with his child, then she was more likely Harry's.
Without a second thought, Harry pulled his wand out and shot a nonverbal stunner at Malfoy. He fell to the ground, allowing Pansy's hazel eyes to his emerald one. Harry took a few steps forward and opened his arms, wordlessly inviting her in. Pansy ran forward and buried herself in his arms, crying into his robes.
"Is it mine?" Harry asked a few minutes later, after she calmed down some.
Pansy froze a little before nodding.
Harry's face broke into a grin. "What happens now?" he asked.
Pansy pulled her head up from his chest and looked into his eyes for a few minutes. The thing Harry knew her lips were pressed against his.