They are standing on a corner, in a moment, allowing French-speaking Muggles to pass them by and continue with their lives. He is amazed by the fact that life goes on for these people while it is war-stalled in Britain. HarryPansy.

Pansy told herself to act natural, but she couldn’t quite remember how she naturally acted around Harry Potter. She certainly wasn’t nice to him, but she didn’t think it exactly fit to glare at him when he hadn’t done anything wrong yet. Shameless PPHP.

It all started with two words.

Harry and Pansy seem to keep bumping into each other. Is it coincidence? Fate? Or is there something else going on?

There's finding yourself, there's knowing yourself, and then there's seeing yourself through someone else's eyes.

It's a dark and stormy night. Pansy Parkinson isn't expecting Harry Potter to beg her for refuge and then faint in her flat. Nor is she expecting this to be the Christmas that her war-torn life begins to sew itself back together. P/H

Primed to make Harry Potter's life a living hell when he appoints himself her personal babysitter, Pansy discovers that being the conniving other woman means making sacrifices, too. Prompt: "Just Friends" by Amy Winehouse; Warnings/content: infidelity, non-hollywood ending

What would you do if you found yourself missing the last 24 hours and waking up in a strange bed and now married to the last girl on the planet you'd ever want to be with? Harry is about to find out. Harry/Pansy

Harry Potter has disappeared from the Wizarding world, and has been missing for more than 2 years. His two best friends set out to find him, and hire a competent but unlikely companion - investigative reporter Pansy Parkinson. Pansy finds him in a Muggle pub and brings Hermione and Ron there to retrieve him...or so she thinks. Harry/Pansy, background Hermione/Ron

ONE-SHOT: And her lipstick tastes like sin but she tastes like champagne that's far too expensive for any wedding, even a tasteful one. She's looking at him, a question in her eyes and he must be a lot more sloshed than he thought he was because she's kissing him again and he. Barely. Notices. HP/PP. Companion to Restorative.

Pansy's growing up, taking on new responsibilities and wanting new things, but she has one last vice: her not-friend with benefits. HANSY.

A lot of people had found themselves bereft after the war, but Pansy Parkinson had never expected that she would be one of them. But a bizarre encounter and an impromptu dinner date served to change not only her fortunes, but her hopes of earning a little bit of redemption, as well.

What if Pansy decided to fight with Harry and not against him? Takes place during and after The Deathly Hallows. Rated T for some swearing and mature situations. Please read & review.

She had vowed to love him through sickness and health, for better or worse, and all that other rubbish. And really, it couldn’t get any worse than those bloody driving lessons, at least not in her mind.

HarryPansy: Hiding from your past has to stop at some point.

Pansy Parkinson's carefree world was toppled when she overheard her father's murder and caught a glimpse of the killer. Forced into hiding by the Ministry, she is compelled to co-habitate with, of all the bloody people on the planet, Harry Potter. Can these two live together in cramped quarters, or can they find common ground that had eluded them for so long?

A Hansy Advent Story. Not all of us handle the past the same way: some of us embrace it, reject it, grow with it, or relive it in recurring nightmares. Harry has saved the wizarding world before; now it's his turn to be saved. Rated M for substance abuse, PTSD, language and sexual situations in later chapters.

"What are you waiting for? Someone grab him!" What would have made Pansy Parkinson speak out against Harry in the Great Hall? Runner Up in WS&B OS Rare Pair Competition, Best Plot. One-shot of teenage angst. Rating: M. Warning: Smut/Language. Pairing: Harry Potter/Pansy Parkinson. During DH. Romance/Angst.

ONE-SHOT: On her twelfth day, she's standing next to a bank of stainless steel wire bird cages and clasping a shrink-wrapped package of pine wood shavings to her chest and legitimately praying for strength when Harry pauses in the doorway for no readily apparent reason other than to scowl disapprovingly in her general direction and that just. No. That's it. PP/HP.