DISCLAIMER: Draco, Pansy, Hogwarts, all of it – not mine.
A/N: This was originally intended to be a stand-alone. But then I started having ideas, and the rest is, as they say, history.
Draco stared shrewdly at the contents before him. His mother's weekly care package had come and it contained a small flat box along with the usual tins of cookies and packages from Dervish and Bangs. He cautiously lifted the cover of the tiny box, then shut it quickly again.
Chocolates.
It had been one week since that embarrassing incident in the library, and Draco was still smarting from the experience. Granger, for her part, did not seem any different. Miserable wench probably gloated to all her Gryffindor buddies about it, and now they're laughing at you behind your back.
There were times when Draco wished he wasn't so brilliant. Or as good looking as an Adonis. He had substance beyond his perfect features. Really, he did.
Well, that was what he had told some prudish girls to lower their inhibitions. All it took to add another pair of knickers to his collection was to spew some nonsense about being sincere and regretful of his natural character and inclination to be misunderstanding of others' feelings. Give 'em a load of crock, take their panties as payment.
God, it was good to be him.
"Draco." A whiny voice resounded in his eardrums and immediately set off a headache. He looked archly at Pansy Parkinson.
She smiled stupidly at him, obviously misinterpreting his blatant displeasure to be an adoring look of affection.
Let it be said that if there was anyone deluding themselves more than Draco Malfoy, it would be Pansy Parkinson.
"What did your mother send you? Anything good?" She poked around the items on the table before them. Draco was about to tell her off when he came up with a better idea.
"Why, yes, dear Pansy, she did. Have a chocolate," he said offering the box to her, inwardly fascinated by the fierce animal look that claimed her features. It seemed more intense than usual. Draco checked his watch. Yep, she was probably in the throes of PMT and needed some good chocolate.
Draco watched intensely as she gobbled one down than took stock of his reaction. Nothing. "Have another."
Pansy looked curiously at him, knowing full well that if he appeared more giving than normal, there were probably other intentions behind it.
Even Pansy doubted Draco was capable of having good intentions. She, like Draco had minutes before, suddenly had a stroke of brilliance of her own. The fact that the word brilliance could easily be interchanged with stupidity was not lost on every person who had met Pansy, especially if the subject was her brilliance.
Draco observed as Pansy's entire face grew slack. Her eyes were halfway shut and her mouth was gaping open as she slowly brought the chocolate to it. Draco looked around to see if any wands were pointing at her. Nope, no one had cast Impedimenta on her. Why was she moving so slowly then?
Pansy bit down on the chocolate, and Draco understood then, seeing her chocolate-stained teeth and her eyes shut in a parody of pleasure.
First Gluttony, now Lust. It really was amusing that Pansy spent so much time in the company of all seven capital vices. Draco waited, and sure enough, triumphant Pride appeared as she finished eating the chocolate and licking her fingers wetly.
Draco stood. "Thanks, Pansy, you cleared up a lot of things for me."
Pansy stood as well. "Does that mean you'd like to… take a walk, perhaps?" she said, smiling lasciviously.
"Maybe another time," Draco said, not bothering to tell her about her brown teeth. He was sure she could get some Hufflepuff to clean it up for her. Ick.