It's My Party
Leslie Gore
PP/HP DM/GW It's Pansy's birthday party and she is very disturbed to find out that her so-called boyfriend has other interests.
Nobody knows where my Johnny has gone
"I don't know why you invited me," Harry Potter said, snagging a flute of champagne from a passing waiter.
"Because you owe me a favor," Pansy Parkinson said.
"Yes, you saved my life," he said dryly. "And I have this feeling that you're going to lord it over me for the rest of my life."
Judy left the same time
"Now why would I do that?" she asked, smiling prettily.
"Because you're a Slytherin?"
"You're so mean," she pouted.
"Shouldn't you be pestering your boyfriend?" he asked.
Apparently getting your life saved by Pansy Parkinson had stipulations, even after the fact ones like this. Harry wasn't allowed to call her Parkinson, not even behind her back and whenever she had a party, his attendance was mandatory.
According to Pansy, violation of any of these rules meant his death. She kept telling him she would go back with a Time Turner and kill him. He wasn't exactly sure how that would work, or if it was even possible, but he wasn't quite ready to chance it.
Why was he holding her hand
When he's supposed to be mine
"Draco's off doing something or other," she said, though her fingers tightened on her glass.
"You're breaking your glass," he commented.
She looked down with an oath. He took the glass parts from her and fixed them then inspected her hand.
It's my party, and I'll cry if I want to
"I'm fine," she said. She snatched her hand back and he shrugged.
"I just don't want you to die until after I'm out from under your thumb," he said.
Cry if I want to, cry if I want to
You would cry too if it happened to you
"But it's such a pretty thumb to be under," she said, reaching out and pressing a thumb to his nose. "To be honest, I'm surprised you came. Aren't you supposed to be gearing up for the Quidditch cup?"
"We have another two weeks before the semi-finals," he said. "Besides, you told me I wasn't allowed to miss this party."
Playin' my records, keep dancin' all night
"Oh, that's right. I did," she said, smiling happily.
It's amazing the kind of power we let girls have over us, he thought, watching her. And he let her. It wasn't just that she saved his life. That was an important part of this but he knew he could have used the Quidditch cup as an excuse. He could have said no right from the start and what would she do about it? Threaten him and get over it.
So why did he let her boss him around like this? Why had he pulled out every favor he had just to get over here for this one night? He was supposed to be almost three hundred miles away.
Leave me alone for a while
"Where's your clinger-on?" she asked suddenly.
"Huh? You mean Ginny? I told you, we've been over for years. And I didn't even know you'd invited her."
"Huh," she said.
"Why did you invite her?" he asked.
"No reason," she said. "I want a drink."
'Till Johnny's dancin' with me
I've got no reason to smile
He looked pointedly at the repaired champagne flute which still was half full.
"I want beer," she said.
"Never would have pegged you for a beer girl," he said. "What brand?"
"There's a pumpkin spice blend that our groundskeeper makes onsite," she said. "Greg, the guy tending bar knows which one I like."
It's my party, and I'll cry if I want to
Cry if I want to, cry if I want to
You would cry too if it happened to you
"Fine. I got it."
"Have I told you lately how much I love having you at my beck and call?" she asked, smiling pertly.
"You're such a rotten bitch," he said.
"Get me my drink, slave boy," she said, still grinning.
"As you wish," he said, turning.
She snatched his sleeve and he glanced at her. "Have you ever read that book The Princess Bride?" she asked.
"No," he lied.
She scrutinized him then let go of his sleeve.
Judy and Johnny just walked through the door
He walked over to the bar, noticing a commotion starting in the the left corner. He paid it no mind. The bartender Greg knew what he was talking about and poured a glass.
"Here," he said when Harry turned to leave. "You look like a Jack kind of guy."
He handed Harry a tumbler of dark amber liquid. "Thanks," Harry said.
Like a queen with her king
Harry turned and saw quite suddenly what the commotion had been about. Draco Malfoy was standing, holding Ginny Weasley's hand. A ring with a gem the size of a robin's egg sat on her ring finger.
Harry lifted the tumbler to his lips and swallowed deeply.
Pansy.
The thought came to him. He looked over at the precise moment she saw the couple. For a second, her face was blank then she clearly saw the ring.
Naturally all hell broke loose.
Oh what a birthday surprise
Judy's wearin' his ring
Several hours later...
"On the plus side, Hermione offered to help you sue for every penny Malfoy is worth. She assures me you'd win," Harry said, taking a seat beside Pansy. He handed her a cup of coffee.
"I don't doubt that she's a genius, but it would take some pretty spectacular legal maneuvers to make him bleed money."
"You know," he began, taking a sip of his own coffee. "Aside from the part where you burned off half of Ginny's hair, you're actually taking this pretty well."
She sighed. "Might as well tell you. I saw them together. Right before I saved you during the final battle. He was saving her. I confronted him about it later. He promised she meant nothing."
"Pansy...I hate to tell you this, but he lied."
She laughed softly. "Yeah. I know. I guess I knew it then."
They were silent for a long while.
"You know what the worst thing about saving the world is?" he asked.
"What?" she asked.
"Saving it the tenth time. The first time, everyone's like hey, great job. You're awesome. The second time they're like eh, not bad. The tenth time they're like, stop showing off."
He could feel her looking at him. "You remember what you asked me when I finally defeated Voldemort?"
"Yeah," she said. "I asked you what you planned to do next. As I recall you said you were going to become a Quidditch player."
"And you told me to win the cup for you."
"What would you do if you won the cup?" she asked.
"I'd go to Disney World," he replied, straight-faced.
"What's that?" she asked.
"Only the best place in the world. They have the tea cups. You can ride on them until you get sick. There's Space Mountain, which is this awesome roller coaster that's completely in the dark. It's bad ass. I've always wanted to go."
"That sounds nice," she said, leaning against him.
"So, now that you're single again, what do you plan to do?" he asked.
"I want to go to Disney World," she said. "Will you come with me?"
"Only if I can ride the tea cups until I get sick."
"Can we go on Space Mountain?"
"Pansy," he began, putting an arm around her shoulders. "I'm pretty sure between the two of us that we could buy Space Mountain."
It's my party, and I'll cry if I want to
Cry if I want to, cry if I want to
You would cry too if it happened to you
(A/N: So this is for all you closet Harry fans out there. I know I'm one of them. I'll admit that I didn't used to like him but he's grown on me over the years. When he's not shouting, he's pretty fun.