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Harry sighed as he closed the French doors behind him and looked out at the night. He couldn't take being around so many people and had managed to find a secluded balcony off one of the bedrooms. He hoped he could get a moments peace here. He looked around and found a lounge chair in the corner, not visible to anyone unless they were already on the balcony. He relaxed and closed his eyes, breathing in the cool night air.

"Merlin's pants, what a creep," muttered someone as they hurried to close the French doors and moved to the side, hoping not to be found. "Honestly, is there no such thing as a gentleman anymore." She huffed and turned around, walking to the edge of the balcony to look over. "I don't know why I even came here." She shivered and wrapped her arms around herself.

Harry wondered if he should make himself known, but decided he was too curious about what else this mystery woman was going to say.

The mystery woman pulled a phone out of her bag and dialed a number, putting the call on speaker.

"Hey! How's it going?" said a woman.

"He's a complete prick! You owe me big time!"

"What? Why, what did he do?"

"He's been groping me all night. At dinner, he kept pushing his hand up my skirt. And every time I pushed it away he did it again. He had the nerve to whisper to me that he liked role playing, especially when the witch was playing hard to get!"

"He didn't!"

"He did! And then after dinner, he kept groping my ass on the dance floor!"

"I'm so sorry! I really thought he was a nice bloke… he seems so normal at work."

"Can we agree that you'll stop trying to set me up on these ridiculous dates now?"

"I'm sorry, I'm just trying to help."

"Daph…"

"Alright, alright, I'll stop."

"Thank you."

"At least he didn't throw up on you like the last one," she snickered.

"You're such a bitch…"

"But you still love me."

"You're lucky I do. Look, I should go, say my goodbye's and stop hiding."

"Where are you hiding?"

"On a balcony."

The girl on the phone laughed heartily.

"Bitch."

"Call me tomorrow!"

"Whatever. Bye." She hung up and put her phone away, sighing as she leaned over the balcony.

"Sounds like you're having a good night?" said Harry from his seat. He was almost sure he knew who this mystery woman was now.

She jumped and whirled around, "Who's there?"

Harry got up and moved closer to her, realizing he had been correct.

"Potter?"

"Harry."

She huffed and crossed her arms, "Did you have fun eavesdropping on my conversation?"

He shrugged and said, "I was here first. It's not my problem you didn't notice me."

She rolled her eyes and turned away from him, looking over the balcony again.

He moved beside her and leaned on the balcony, "I'm sorry, that was rude of me."

She looked at him, surprised.

"I'm having a lousy time too if that makes you feel any better."

"Someone groping you all night too?" she asked mischievously.

He laughed and said, "I think it's the skirt I'm wearing, my ass just looks too good to resist."

She laughed heartily then smiled at him. "So, who are you hiding from?"

"Everyone. I hate these things… I feel like I have to smile the whole time. It's so fake. I pretend to be happy to see everyone, interested in whatever the fuck they're telling me but really all I want is to be left alone."

"Wow."

"Sorry, I shouldn't have said all that."

She shook her head and said, "Don't be sorry. I'm just surprised. I always thought you genuinely enjoyed all the attention. Gryffindor Golden Boy and all that rot."

He chuckled and said, "Surprise."

"Why come to these things then? It's not like you don't know you'll be the center of attention."

"Mione. She organizes all these charity events and I just can't say no to her. She's done so much for me, the least I can do is support her for a few hours."

"Potter…"

"Harry."

"Right. Harry… she has a charity event every month. Surely, you don't have to attend all of them?"

Harry shrugged. "How about you? Who's the creep you're hiding from?"

"Marcus Flint."

Harry nodded then said, "Can't say I know much about him."

"No, you wouldn't. You don't exactly travel in the same circles," she snorted. "It's my own fault, letting Daphne set me up all the time."

"Can't you say no?"

She shrugged and said, "She's my best friend. She just wants me to be happy."

Harry chuckled and said, "Well, at least we both have good friends."

She nodded and said, "I should probably head back in…"

Harry nodded but then said, "You could, or…"

She looked at him curiously and asked, "Or?"

"You could stay here and hide away with me."

She smirked and said, "Won't Granger come looking for you?"

Harry shook his head and said, "No, she's used to me disappearing at these things. She knows I can only take so much. How about Flint, is he going to come searching for you?"

"Probably."

"He's in for a big surprise when he finds you with me," he replied mischievously.

She laughed and said, "I suppose he is."

"So, what shall we do to pass the time?" he asked raising his eyebrows dramatically.

She cackled and said, "Potter, are you propositioning me?"

"Maybe I am…"

She bit her lip and turned away from him, unsure if he was joking. It made her feel vulnerable.

"Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. You came out here to get away from one creep and I'm not doing much better."

She shook her head and looked back at him, "It's alright… I'm a big girl. It's not like I've never had a one-night stand."

"Yeah?"

She nodded. "I have always wondered what you would be like…"

"You have?" he asked honestly surprised.

"Hmm. It's been a while since I thought about it but back at Hogwarts…"

"Really?"

"Oh yeah, especially fifth year."

"Why fifth year?"

"You were angry all the time. It was sexy. Like you were suddenly a bit of a bad boy."

He laughed and ran his hand through his hair. "I was quite angry that year."

She turned to him, seriously considering his offer. "Not here. I don't want to be on the front page of the Prophet. That's the last thing I need."

He nodded.

"One night. No strings attached?"

Again, he nodded.

"You don't have any weird kinks, do you?"

He laughed and said, "Not that I know of. Do you?"

She smirked and moved closer to him, then replied sexily, "Not unless you count wanting to be fucked senseless all night."

He growled sexily, pulling her closer, then added, "I do have one condition though."

"I won't sell you out to the Prophet Potter," she snapped.

He shook his head and said, "You have to stop calling me Potter. If I'm going to make you scream, and I will, I don't want to hear my last name."

She smiled and said, "Alright… Harry."

"How gracious of you Pansy."

"I'd prefer you call me Miss Parkinson," she admonished.

He looked at her surprised, wondering if she was serious, but then she burst out laughing and he knew she was only teasing him. He held out his arm and asked, "What do you say, should we ditch this party?"

She wrapped her arm around his and said, "Lead the way, Harry."

Author's Note: This pairing has been on my mind and I'm curious if anyone is interested in reading more about them? Let me know!